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artiststarme · 1 year

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Eddie Saves Steve's Birthday

Part 2 of the "The Party Forgets Steve's Birthday" fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Eddie felt awful, in fact, he’d never felt worse. He would rather go back to the Upside Down and get torn into by bats again than have to hear Steve say that the Party only cared about him as the babysitter. He couldn’t think of anyone more deserving of a big birthday celebration than Steve and instead he was working a long shift at Family Video alone without any acknowledgement of his birthday from the kids. It wasn’t fair.

He used to think Steve had everything. He was the cool jock, rich kid with rich parents, huge house, and tons of friends. Eddie never could have imagined then that Steve was just another lonely kid with absent parents and friends that forgot about his birthday. Even now, they were both part of the same group that had literally risked their lives to save them from the creepy-crawlies in the Upside Down and no one paid enough attention to realize it was Steve’s birthday.

Just thinking about the defeated look on Steve’s face made Eddie’s heart stutter in grief. He didn’t care what it took, he was going to fix this. But to do that, he was going to need Wayne.

By the time Eddie got home from his talk with Steve and the minor freakout he had in the back of his van, Wayne was getting ready to leave for work. That just wouldn’t do. So Eddie did the one thing that always worked for him and threw his arms around his uncle in a restrictive embrace.

“Uncle Wayne, I need your help. It’s absolutely urgent, life-threatening, you could say. I need you and if you don’t help me, I will die.”

Wayne was far too used to his dramatics to fall for that. He patted Eddie’s back before trying to gently pry himself free. “Kid, my shift starts in an hour, I gotta get goin’.”

“No, I’m serious, I really need your help. Everyone forgot Steve’s birthday today! He’s devastated, I’m horrified, Robin is on a date, and the kids are unhelpful! I need you!” Eddie broke out his most potent puppy dog eyes and blinked up at his uncle.

Wayne sighed. “I’ll tell Craig I have a stomach bug. What do you need me to do?”

“Steve gets off work at ten tonight. I need you to distract him towards the end of his shift and get him to come back here. Kidnap him if you have to, that’s what the Chief does and it always seems to work.”

“Kidnap him? Eds-” Wayne started but Eddie cut him off.

“Please! I have to steal a camera from Jonathan, break into the Harrington house, and bribe the bakers into giving me a cake. I don’t have time to force Steve to come over too.”

“Now wait a minute, all of that sounds criminal. Eddie-” Wayne sounded the most alarmed that he ever has but Eddie took it in stride.

“Wayne. He said he hasn’t celebrated his birthday in years, literal years. And considering you have a birthday every year, that’s a lot of birthdays that he’s spent alone. So we have to get him here by any means necessary and show the pretty bastard that we love him. Okay?”

Wayne looked at him for a long time but eventually he gave a little nod. “What time should I head out?”

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Steve wasn’t used to seeing Wayne around town and he had never once come into Family Video. So when the bell rang and swung open to reveal a stressed Wayne Munson, he didn’t really know what to think. Wayne looked around the store slightly before walking directly up to the counter.

Steve nodded at him and narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Um hey, Mr. Munson. Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you?”

Wayne scratched a hand through his beard before humming. “You, uh, you have any good recommendations?”

“You want to hear about my recommendations? Really?” Steve looked at him, flabbergasted. No one had ever cared to ask what he watched.

“‘Course, that’s why I asked. What do you like to watch? Anything good?”

“Have you seen Back to the Future? It was a little hard to understand because he actually goes back to the past and I think he wanted to bang his mom, it was really confusing. It’s a good one but I’m not sure if it’s really good or if I only liked it because I was super high.”

Wayne nodded at him, not even phased at his enthused rambling. “That does sound interestin’. Any other ones?”

“Oh my god, yes! Have you seen Clue? Tim Curry is in that one, he’s the guy from the Rocky Horror Picture Show that has the nice legs. He shows less leg in this one but oh, you should see Miss Scarlet. It’s truly the best of both worlds, Mr. Munson, let me tell you-”

If this was the best his night got on his birthday, Steve would be content. Wayne was listening to him rant about his current favorite movies with rapt attention and kept asking questions in the appropriate places to keep the conversation going. Steve couldn’t even remember the last time someone actually wanted to listen to him talk. The Munsons always managed to surprise him in the best way possible. What could get better than this?

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With Wayne on Steve Duty, Eddie had more than enough time to coerce Jonathan into letting him borrow a camera, sneak through Loch Nora to collect some of Steve’s favorite tapes, and guilt-trip the bakery ladies into giving him a cake on short notice.

After assuring Jonathan that he wasn’t trying to record a sex tape with any of his equipment, he lent him a small Polaroid (he didn’t trust the odd request from Eddie so there was no way in hell he was letting him borrow a tape recorder). Eddie didn’t argue though. He just needed something to commemorate Steve’s first birthday in the family and a Polaroid would do just that.

The trip to the bakery though took longer than anticipated. Florence, the owner of Flo’s Baked Goods, was not in a generous mood at 4 PM on a Tuesday. Luckily, Eddie was known for being very persuasive which worked in his favor.

“Florence, come on. Do me a favor, please?” He asked with his most woeful puppy dog eyes.

“Edward, I told you already, you need to place an order ahead of time.”

“Florence, my dear, I didn’t anticipate my grandma to die! I didn’t have time to place an order and I need a cake for her funeral tonight. Please Flo? For me?” His lip wobbled slightly as if tears were close to follow. He needed to pull out all of his stops to get that cake.

She sighed in exasperation. “I can give you a small one, alright? And you’re not getting extras, I actually have orders to work on.”

“That’s okay! Thanks Flo, I appreciate it and so will St- my dead grandmother. May she rest in peace.”

That worked out great! Sure, Eddie had to make an extra stop at the grocery store for some red frosting to write Steve’s name on it but the smile on his face would be well worth it. Or rather a pitying grimace.

Unfortunately, Eddie was not a baker or a designer by any means. So the red lettering on the cake turned into a drippy mess that looked more like a crime scene than a birthday cake. He also didn’t have great space management. Instead of making the font smaller to fit on the cake, Eddie largely wrote “BIRTH STEVE” and couldn’t fit anything else. Eager to make the best of the situation, he threw some colorful sprinkles on there to liven things up. Ah, Steve would love it.

The situation only got more complicated when he went to pick up Steve’s favorite movies from his house. Eddie parked his van in the driveway and picked the lock to the front door. Steve was at work, his parents weren’t home (not that they would have let him in if they were), and the emergency key under the doormat wasn’t there so he had to take drastic measures.

He grabbed a few of the movies in Steve’s room that he knew were his favorite that he didn’t have at the trailer. Fast Times, Back to the Future, Clue, The Breakfast Club, Teen Wolf, basically everything that Eddie hated but he was willing to watch anything for Steve. He grabbed a few cassettes too in case they decided to listen to music instead. All of the tapes were disappointingly mediocre and Eddie made a mental note to introduce him to some real music. After that, Steve would never listen to fucking Tears for Fears ever again. Or Wham!, the bane of his existence.

What Eddie had neglected to consider was how the nosey neighbors would react to seeing a random van in the Harrington driveway and a random kid messing with the front door. He should’ve expected the cops to come. He opened the front door to the barrel of Hopper’s gun.

“Son of a bitch, Chief! What the hell are you waving that around for?!” Eddie exclaimed, dropping his small duffel bag and throwing his hands in the air.

“What the hell? Munson?” Admittedly, Hopper had shown up at a bad time. Eddie was lugging a duffel bag out of the Harrington house to his hastily parked van in a neighborhood he definitely didn’t belong in.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he told him quickly.

“It looks like you’re robbing the Harrington’s place,” Hopper said deadpan.

“Well, I’m not!”

“What are you doing then?” Hopper asked him sarcastically.

“I’m not robbing him! I’m trying to save Steve’s birthday. I was just getting some supplies.” Eddie explained hurriedly.

“It’s Steve’s birthday today?”

“Yep and he’s going to be pissed if he has to come bail me out of jail because you arrested me. Think about that,” Eddie said, pointing an accusing finger at him. Wayne and Steve would both be pissed if he got arrested again.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re stealing his stuff,” Hopper stated in confusion.

“I’m throwing him a little party back at my place, we’re having a movie night so I had to get his favorite movies. I don’t have this teen drama shit. But Steve does and I’m trying to give him a nice night.”

Hopper just looked at him blankly.

“So can I go? I know you don’t want to break Stevie’s heart by arresting me on his birthday and don’t you want to get home to your family this lovely Tuesday evening? Who needs the extra hassle of detaining little ole me?”

“Goddammit Munson, just get out of here. You’re making the neighbors antsy. And don’t do this again.” Hopper warned him before walking over to his cruiser.

“Copy that, Chief! Keep protecting the people or whatever the fuck your pledge is. Have a nice night!” And then he was off again.

~*~*~*~

Steve must’ve talked about his favorite movies for hours before he realized it was time to close and Wayne was still there. “Um, Mr. Munson? I’m sorry, you probably had things to do today and I wasted all your time ranting at you. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be, kid. It was nice hearing from you. Say, I’m sure Eddie would want to hear about some of those movies too. Could you come over tonight and tell us some more about ‘em?” Wayne offered.

Steve could tell a pity offer when he saw one though. “No, that’s okay. I can tell him another time. I have to start closing if you want me to check you out?”

Wayne sighed and made direct eye contact with him. “Listen kid, I know today’s your birthday and you aren’t spending it alone. So, you can either follow me back to the trailer or I’m gonna kidnap you and drag you there. You got me?”

Steve just looked at him in shock. What was up with older father figures trying to kidnap him? Was there something on his face that told them, ‘hey, I’m a good target for kidnapping, take me’? Was Wayne in kahoots with Hopper because this trend was getting a bit ridiculous.

“Wayne-”

“Nope, Eddie wants you there and I want you there. What are you going to do instead? If you have a good excuse, I’ll leave right now and break that boy’s heart.” Wayne looked at him expectantly. When it became apparent that Steve wasn’t going to say anything, he nodded. “Good, I’ll see you at the trailer. Drive safe.”

What the hell? Was that how age twenty was going to be? Confusing and full of ups and downs? Jesus Christ.

Steve finished closing the store quickly and made his way to Forest Hills. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on today but if they wanted to spend time with him, he wasn’t going to turn them down. The Munsons were some of his most favorite people and it’s not like there was a long list of people that wanted him around.

As soon as he opened the door to the trailer, everything made a little bit more sense. There were party streamers hanging from the walls, the most gruesome cake he had ever seen sitting on the table, and birthday hats on top of a beaming Eddie and an indifferent Wayne. Tears filled Steve’s eyes as he laughed. He couldn’t believe that they’d done all of that for him.

“Happy birthday, Stevie! I love you!” Eddie yelled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and pulling him into a bruising hug.

Wayne patted his shoulder a bit awkwardly and murmured, “I love you too kid but I ain’t kissin’ ya.”

Steve could hardly even speak through the rush of happiness he was feeling. Eddie had found a way to make his birthday special again. He’d cared enough to spend his day organizing a nice night for Steve to feel loved again, to feel happy on his special day. Sure, not everything was fixed and there was still a small amount of hurt that the kids and Robin hadn’t done anything. But he had Eddie and Wayne and they were all he really needed. He finally had a family and he couldn’t be any happier. Eddie was right, ‘86 truly was a great year.

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#The kids see a polaroid taped to Eddie’s fridge a few weeks later of them smiling in front of the cake #That's how they find out they missed Steve’s birthday.#Eddie holds a grudge against them and bars them from seeing Steve for awhile #He also murders all of their characters in DnD but that's neither here nor there #stranger things #steddie #steddie ish #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #chief hopper #uncle wayne #wayne munson #jonathan byers

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avalonlights · 1 year

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I may be a day days late and a dollar short but no way I wasn't gonna get around to a birthday pic for Billy! A late fill for @harringroveweek Billy’s Birthday Bonanza Day 7 (candy cigarettes + color palette.) 💖

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #max mayfield #stranger things #harringroveweek #harringrove fanart #avalonlights art #steve and max made the cake #of course

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st4rwhxre · 24 days

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happy birthday to my son mike wheeler!!! >_<

#byler #<— target audience #stranger things #mike wheeler #mike wheeler my son i hope your cake is so good!!!

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ryan-waddell11 · 1 year

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respectfully 👀

I’m an Eddie has an ass truther

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson stranger things #the hellfire club #joe quinn #netflix #eddie deserves better #the love of my life #your belt isn’t working #corroded coffin #come back I miss you #WE ARE RESPECTFUL IN THIS HOUSE #boy has CAKES #the best dungeon master #i miss you so much

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marvel-ous-m · 9 months

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Another first of the month, another @steddiemicrofic challenge! I took this one pretty literally. I’ve seen a lot of Steve-hates-his-bday but not many Eddie-hates-his-bday so I thought I’d give it a shot! (Also very timely prompt bc it’s my birthday month!!)

Written for August 2023 prompt: "cake" | WC: 311 | Rated: G | CW: Eddie Munson has bad parents (alluded to) | Tags: established relationship

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Eddie doesn’t celebrate his birthday.

There’s something about waking up every year when you’re young to absolutely no celebration that really turns a guy off the whole ‘birthday’ thing.

Wayne tried to celebrate it when Eddie moved in. The first year, he hung streamers, baked a cake, bought Eddie a handful of presents…

When Eddie came out of his room that morning to see what Wayne had done, he just… sat in his bedroom doorway and cried. Inconsolable.

Eventually, Wayne had to take down all the decorations and open Eddie’s presents for him to coax Eddie into the living room. The only thing to fix the day was them playing a boardgame and Wayne acting like it was any other day.

Since then, Wayne hasn’t attempted a birthday celebration outside a gift strategically left on Eddie’s desk and a treat snuck into Eddie’s backpack.

~May 15th, 1987~

They had been dating for about a year, obviously Steve knew when his birthday was. After a long day at the shop, all Eddie really wanted to do was go home, shower, and sleep. But he had this… feeling that Steve would try to put something together, and Eddie really couldn’t handle that.

At home Eddie is met with Steve- he’s lounging on the couch, taking a bite of a cupcake, and watching Labyrinth. Two beers are open on the table.

It’s everything Eddie ever wanted in a not-birthday celebration.

“Hey, baby. I was in the mood to watch this tonight and just relax. Wanna share this cupcake with me?”

Eddie snorts, strips off his coveralls, and leaves them in a pile by the door. He curls up next to Steve on the couch and greets his partner with a kiss.

He can taste cake on Steve’s lips.

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too, Eds.”

Steve was the greatest gift of all.

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficaugust #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #established relationship #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie Drabble #311 was HARD to work with #might do a second one on my bday as a little treat 😋#I encourage you to use your imagination about steve's cake being enjoyed a little later in the evening by Eddie hehe

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skittlesfics · 1 year

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name: and if we should see the stars...

pairing: Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

word count: 2175

summary: Eddie shows you the stars

content/warnings: mutual pining, sexual tension, fingering, friends to lovers, Eddie calls reader princess and baby, reader has a vagina

author's note: SO I started writing this a week or two ago, and my entire plot bears some striking similarities to one scene from @upsidedownwithsteve's Camp AU Eddie fic that was posted yesterday. I honestly considered not posting at all because anons love drama where there is none, but honestly I worked really hard on this one and I'm happy with how it came out. Go read that fic right now if you haven't, it's absolutely stunning and gorgeous in every way and deserves all of your attention.

There was love, and then there was whatever this was: sitting in the back of Eddie’s van drinking shitty beers with the back doors wide open and the radio turned down low. It was something sweeter, something unspoken that you could keep wholly to yourself.

He was so casual with his touches, one arm thrown around your shoulder, leaning in close to try and match your perspective. The chain he wore around his wrist was cold against your neck, but you were running so hot with him this close that it was a balm against the burn of him.

“D’you see that one princess?” He was pointing, but your gaze didn’t make it past his hand. The pretty calloused fingers, the rings shining on his knuckles, the flaked polish on his nails where he’s chewed and picked at them since the last time you painted them for him.

“Mmhmm.” You lied anyway. Who could look at the stars when the sun was this close? He burned so bright, so bright, you didn’t know how to look away. You didn’t want to know how.

“I’m pretty sure that’s Orion’s belt.” He traced the stars like he could touch them. You thought they’d move for him, if he wanted them to. Eddie was special that way.

“Just his belt?” You were barely aware of what you were asking. You just wanted for him to keep talking in that excited timbre. He was so pretty when he got passionate about something.

“The rest of him is there too, if you look. It’s a little harder, but if you lean this way…” He trailed off, shifting to make room for you to see and then frowning when you didn’t manage to get quite where he wanted you. He huffed. “C’mere.”

That’s all the warning you got before he propped his beer against a threadbare blanket and hauled you between his legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. For Eddie, maybe it was. For you? You were already burning for him, and the press of his chest against your back set you ablaze.

If he noticed your pulse quicken as he slid on arm around your waist, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder, he didn’t say anything.

“So those three are the belt.” He pointed to the same spot again. His voice reverberated through your body, that close, and it was unfair of him to expect you to do anything other than listen.

“The bright ones?” It was a strain, but you did your best to find them in the wide expanse of the sky. He was right to move you. It was easier to find them, even though your mind was hardly on the task.

“That’s it, princess. So, if you draw two lines down to that star and that star, that makes his legs.”

You tried and failed to visualize it. Instead, your brain stuttered and got stuck on how different it sounded when Eddie called you princess while you were sitting in between his legs, with the warm press of his thighs boxing you in, with his mouth right next to your ear. You had to shut down the thoughts that followed, particularly the ones that started with his hand that was still resting casually on your waist, two fingers just skimming the exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up.

“A-and the rest of him?” Your voice shook as Eddie’s hand on your waist shifted, his fingers brushing more solidly against your exposed skin, raising gooseflesh in their wake.

If he noticed what he was doing, he was playing it cool. Cooler than you, at least, as he gestured again with his free hand, tracing a few more stars that you could barely separate from the tapestry of the night sky.

“That’s his body. He doesn’t really have a head.” He explained it like your mind could be on the stars when he was tracing constellations into your skin, never one to be still. You wanted to protest, to tell him how unfair it was to expect you to learn when he was touching you; when he was so close that your whole world was leather and smoke and Impulse deodorant that shouldn’t smell good on him but did anyway.

You tried desperately to think of a question to keep the conversation. It needed to be something clever, that would turn the focus away from the way you press your thighs together for friction. Eddie spoke first, however, his voice low and teasing in your ear.

“You’re not even listening, Princess.” He laughed, the sound so full and dark that it made you shiver. There’s no hiding that when he had you pulled against him bodily, his fingers dipping more brazenly into the waistband of your skirt.

“’s not true!” You protested, “I just can’t see them the way you can.”

Eddie couldn’t care less if you could make out the constellation or not. He was playing a game of chicken against himself, tracing the waistband of your skirt and then dipping one finger down, then two, drawing a loopy pattern that was barely straddling the line between casual and what he actually wanted.

Your breath was coming out shallow, and that bolstered him on. He found a sensitive spot on your hip and you hissed so pretty, leaning back into him. He pulled back, afraid he’d gone too far. There was a balance to this, to the way he had you squirming in his lap, eyes glassy and lips parted. Balance be damned, he wanted more. He dipped his thumb into your skirt, brushing that sensitive spot again.

“Eddie.” The way you breathed out his name went straight to his cock. Selfishly, he wanted to keep you like this forever. Hanging in the balance, flushed cheeks and clenched thighs, almost fucked out with barely a touch in the back of your friend’s van. He wanted this just for himself. Wanted you.

“Fuuuck, princess.” Is all he could manage for a moment. His pointing hand comes down to grab your hip, holding you still so you didn’t squirm too far back and end things before they’ve started.

There was an order these things were supposed to be done in. A conversation, a confession, maybe a kiss. You skipped all of these and took Eddie’s hand, pulling it down to the hemline of your skirt and letting it rest on your thigh.

He almost couldn’t believe you were real. Somewhere, he stopped thinking.

“Been thinking about these thighs all night.” He admitted, his lips back at your ear. You didn’t care what he was saying. You couldn’t care when his fingers were trailing up your thigh, taking their sweet fucking time. “So fucking cute with these thigh-highs, got me fantasizing about bending you over the back seat.”

You could barely keep your eyes open, rolling your hips into his touch when he finally brushed the soft cotton of your panties. It was the faintest touch: a test, a request, an acknowledgement. You needed more.

“Eddie, please.”

He fell quiet as he slid his hand into your panties, watching you with rapt attention like he was afraid you would change your mind. You almost found yourself embarrassed at the damp fabric until he was hissing in your ear, his middle finger sliding across your slick folds.

“Shit.” He buried his face in your neck again, rocking his hips against your ass, “So fucking wet for me, baby.” And that was a new one, baby, but you couldn’t unpack that when his fingers were exploring you, looking for what made you feel the best.

His bracelet was cold against your belly as he let his arm rest on your front, his fingers finding your clit. You were already keyed up from being so close for so long, it didn’t take much to turn you into putty in his hands. You were all heavy breathing and soft whimpers, half lidded eyes and parted lips.

Eddie thought he might be in heaven with the way you melted into his arms. He was careful with you, worried he would scare you away with the strength of his desire, and so he made this about you. Your body was soft and warm against his, and when he slid a single finger inside of you, he started to think he wasn’t going to make it.

You tossed your head back against his shoulder, his name falling from your lips in a tone he never could have made up in his fantasies. Eddie was talking, but he wasn’t even sure if the words had any meaning anymore. He could only think about the way you moan for him as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, his thumb rubbing a gentle circle on your clit as he tested what you liked.

“You moan so pretty for me, baby. Fuck. Wanna make you feel so good.”

The second finger was where you started to slip. His fingers made you feel so full, you couldn’t help but clench around them and the sensation had him moaning into your ear. He rutted into you shamelessly, the denim of his jeans rough through the thin fabric of your skirt. Your toes curled as you started to feel the coil of tension building in your core and you reached out to grab a blanket, his knee, anything to keep you grounded as you felt your control slackening.

“Fuck, Eds, so close, I’m- fuck.” The litany of curses that fell from your lips were like music to Eddie. He peppered kisses to your neck as you rocked on his fingers. Your world narrowed to several points; There was just you and Eddie, his fingers buried in your cunt, curling to find your g-spot, his cock hard against your ass, his lips on your neck, his voice in your ear making your head spin with sweet nonsense, and then you were falling apart. Your body curled in on itself as you clenched around Eddie’s fingers, your hands wrapping around his wrist to slow the onslaught of sensation as he rocked you through it.

When he pulled his hand away, you were breathless and flushed, so pretty with the exertion of your orgasm. Eddie knows that he is well and truly fucked. There was no coming back from this, and if there was, Eddie knew he wouldn’t want to. Not when he knew the way you keened when his fingers found just the right pressure on your clit, not when he knew how wet and hot and tight you would feel, not when you were looking at him like he hung the moon.

“Was that okay?” He checked on you immediately, shifting you in his lap for a better look at your face. You laughed at his worry, still high from pleasure and sensation and him. When you reached up to cup his face, he leaned desperately into the touch, eyes closing instinctively. He was warm and so close and so pretty.

“More than okay, Eds. That was… Fuck. That was so good. Can I--? Do you need--?” You trailed off, embarrassed as Eddie opened his eyes, his gaze dark and intense. He watched you for a moment, calculating, and then he kissed you. Someone needed to set this right, after all, and it was clear it wouldn’t be you.

His lips were as soft as you always imagined they would be. The kiss was sweet, but too short. It was a question, a declaration, and an indulgence all at once. He pulled away to look at you, and then he was leaning in again, gathering you up in both arms so that he could kiss you breathless.

“’m okay, princess.” He said finally, when he thought he was done kissing you. You pouted, though, and then he was kissing you again, peppering them across your face like he’d wanted to do for months.

You curled into his chest, wrinkling your nose when he wiped his hand on the blanket on the floor of his van.

“Maybe, uh… Maybe we can do this again? In a real bed. After, uh, a real date?” Eddie was shy, suddenly, unsure despite the evidence of your affection still sticky on his fingers and his blanket. You would have laughed if your heart didn’t swell so suddenly with affection that you thought you might cry.

“You’re telling me this wasn’t a date, Munson?” You teased, reaching up to kiss him again, just because you could. He went willingly, smiling against your lips. “Got all pretty for you and everything.”

“A second date, then.” Eddie corrected.

“A second date.” You agreed.

He held you as the two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. His eyes were on you, your eyes were on the stars. And maybe it was love after all, something you could share, just the two of you.

You couldn’t find Orion on your own, so you just found your own patterns in the sky.

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Reader Insert #Eddie Munson Smut #x Reader #Stranger Things Reader Insert #Stranger Things Smut #Two Cakes!#This fic was inspired by a gif of eddie in a bracelet that I couldn't get out of my head #2000 - 2500 #Smut

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sparklyslug · 11 months

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HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE MOST INCURABLE CASE OF BRAINWORMS MYSELF AND @greenlikethesea HAVE EXPERIENCED!

LOVE TO ALL YALL HERE WITH US! CELEBRATE ACCORDINGLY!

#if you love something get a cake about it #that’s what I always say #stranger things #sparkly originals

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sunricecake · 2 years

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pretty in pink

tutor!robin x bimbo!reader

synopsis — in which robin is tasked to help you out with your grades, something that proves to be challenging as you subvert her expectations.

cw : nsfw 16+; fingering, praise kink, inexperienced reader, slight dumbification, a bit of degrading cos robin can be a meanie when she gets carried away :(

a/n : this is one of my fave pieces ever i love love love the idea of tutor robin it was so much fun to write i hope u all enjoy <33

when robin was asked by your professor to help you out with your grades, the initial thought that popped up in her head was that these tutoring sessions were gonna be a pain.

you had quite the reputation; being part of the clique who walked around the school like you owned the place, always dolled up in coordinated outfits and never seeming to think of school as more than a fashion runway. you, the most clueless one in the group, who was notorious for borderline failing your classes if not for the support your parents give to the school.

everyone (except for you, probably) knew that there was no helping you, and that it would take a miracle for you to even comprehend first grade math. robin found more hope in teaching a cat to play dead than tutoring you.

this led her to two hypotheses — either you were going to be an insufferable popular girl who would make fun of her the whole time for being a nerd, or you wouldn't take anything seriously and just end up wasting her precious time.

but that all flew out the window when you came up to her with a doe-eyed gaze instead of a scrutinizing look — for the first time in her entire life, robin felt like she was wrong. you weren't snobby, no mean words came her way, no malice in your tone as you greeted her warmly.

with her assumptions debunked, she suddenly didn't know how to act around you. not with you sitting so close to her that at some point your perfume was all she could inhale and the twinkle in your eyes each time you batted them was all she could think of and her own thunderous heartbeat was all she could hear.

this was nothing like she prepared for.

“...did i finally get it right?” the tugging of your fingers on the sleeve of her dark denim jacket pulled her from her thoughts.

“robin, is there anything distracting you?”

uhm yea, just you being practically pressed against me that all i can feel is your body heat and your face is merely inches away and i can't stop looking at your glossed lips—

“no!” she'd blurted out a bit too loudly, her hand immediately coming up to cover her mouth in embarrassment. “everything's —uh — i'm good.”

“what were you saying?”

“here,” you reached out a manicured finger to point towards an equation, the one robin remembered you'd been stuck in. you extended the hand opposite from robin's side, the action causing your arm to press against your chest and emphasize your cleavage in the low cut pink shirt you donned. robin swore the room just got smaller.

“is it correct?” you asked in that sweet tone, brows furrowed delicately and pen resting between your teeth as you waited for her approval.

the paper sat on the polished wood of your study desk, a glaring reminder of the reason why robin was in this situation in the first place. your answer, a bunch of numbers boxed with a glittery inked pen, was painfully wrong. so far from the question that robin had no idea how you even came up with it. the poor girl, however, didn't have the heart to tell you that and risk seeing your pout at the disappointment of your effort going to waste. she'd just have to ask for your homework later on and change the answer herself, not like you'd notice it anyway. plus she was in dire need of a moment to recollect herself.

“good job, you got it!” robin said rather stiffly, voice high-pitched and squeaked, but that didn't stop the proud giggles that filled the room from her praise.

the tension in her shoulders melted away when your laughter resounded in her ears, a heavy breath she didn't notice she was holding puffing from her lips.

“i think we can take a break now,” she mumbled incoherently like the words were bricks weighing down her tongue, picking at her nails with the most concentration you've seen on her face that day.

“sorry what did you say?”

“let's take a break. we've been at it for too long and that's not good because you're probably overwhelmed by now and you won't be able to retain any of the information.”

“finally! i didn't know if i could take another second of staring at those numbers any more.” you sighed happily, clapping your hands together softly before placing them down on your lap.

robin only hummed in response, still focused on her nails like she was a spy set out on a mission her life depended on. you both shifted in your chairs at the uncomfortable silence. figuring she wasn't going to speak any time soon, you decided to shoot your shot, however in the dark it may be.

“so i thought of something, uh, fun we could do to pass the time.” you paused hesitantly when all you got was a noncommittal nod. “i mean, only if you want to.”

it's taking everything in robin to distract herself and keep her mouth shut, knowing herself enough to be sure that uttering even a single word would lead to her ruining her life, so she simply turns to you and raises an eyebrow. what she doesn't expect to see is you chewing your bottom lip and fidgeting with the hem of your skirt nervously.

you could barely look her in the eye as you continue but you muster all the courage you have, “i've seen the way you look at me.”

“what? what do you mean? i—”

“i know i can be a little slow sometimes—more than enough people have told me that— but i'm not entirely stupid.”

you place a hand on her knee tentatively, and the simple action almost makes robin stop breathing entirely and combust on the spot. she finally got your message, but she was still too unsure to act on it, afraid she might overstep a boundary.

you take the next step, moving closer to her til your legs find their place between hers.

“can i kiss you?”

robin's eyes flit down to your lips at the question before she whispers a soft “yes please.”

you place your glossed lips on her slightly parted ones, staying still for a while as sparks literally erupted in you.

robin sensed your hesitation in the way you meekly moved your lips against hers, barely even kissing her, so she grabs your hips firmly and moves you onto her thighs, turning her head sideways to kiss you properly. your arms wrap around robin but in your flustered state flail helplessly, not knowing where to hold her.

god you were a pretty thing, but it was painfully obvious you had no idea what you were doing.

robin's lips never leave yours, stealing your breaths and tasting the sticky sweet gloss on your lips til all you could think about was her tongue sliding against yours and her grunts and hums as she tastes you. she pulls away when she realises how lightheaded you became from the kiss, only clumsily moving your lips and letting her do all the work, still not used to it all. a soft smile graces her lips, covered in spit and gloss, when you look into her eyes with little hearts taking the place of your pupils.

“so pretty,” she speaks against your mouth, eyes half lidded and breath erratic. her thumb rubs across your swollen lips, the coldness of her rings on your heated cheeks causing you to shiver. a tight knot had begun coiling in your stomach, the feeling unlike anything you've experienced before. it was foreign, you couldn't name it, all you knew was that it felt good and was making your body heat up.

“more,” you whimper impatiently as you grab her hand and lead it down to your throbbing pussy, over the place you needed her most.

“are you sure about this because—”

“please, robin. touch me.”

she didn't have to be told twice, her hand immediately sliding under your skirt and feeling you through your lace panty. you gasp and writhe in her arms, legs wrapping tighter around robin's hips as she draws circles over the cloth on your sopping cunt.

she moves your underwear to the side, muttering a so wet as she feels your slick on her fingers before finding your clit and flicking it slowly, the waves of pleasure making your hands tangle themselves in her dirty blonde hair to ground yourself. she groans deliciously in your ears as you tug on it, reveling in the way you react to her touches.

she readjusts her hand so her thumb can continue playing with your clit while her finger prods your hole, eyes scanning your face for confirmation. you allow her breathily, nerves tense in anticipation.

robin pushes one finger into your fluttering cunt, planting kisses on your throat as she waits for you to get used to the stretch.

“you're taking me so well,” she speaks against your skin, the tightening of your hole causing her to chuckle. you were practically an open book in her hands.

“robin,” you rut your hips in desperation, wanting to feel her fingers do magic once more. “do something.”

“alright, i've got you.”

she curls her fingers and starts slowly, ingraining in her memory the way your eyes glaze and your lips fall slack with each thrust. not feeling satisfied with the pace, you grind your hips on her fingers and nearly jolt off her lap once she quickens the pace and fucks you harder with her fingers.

“ssh, you're too loud,” she says, reminding you of the compromising position you were in. but honestly, you could care less when she was making you feel this good.

despite being in the privacy of your study room, robin still wasn't one to take risks, and the chances of someone else hearing your sounds stirred something in her. she brings three fingers to your lips, and your mouth is quick to open and accommodate them. you gag lightly on her hand, the cool feeling of her rings on your tongue making your eyes water.

“you like that, don't you?” the blonde taunts, not missing the way you clench. you try to respond, but her fingers in your mouth only muffle the sound. not that your mind could come up with a coherent thought anyway.

“bet none of the words i'm saying right now are getting through your pretty head, huh?”

robin's eyes darken at the sight of you grinding on her fingers while you look at her with glossy eyes, never in her wildest dreams imagining you like this; a writhing, oversensitive puddle on the palm of her hands.

you grip onto her shoulders for dear life as you feel yourself getting closer, the bright color of your gel nails glowing in contrast to the dark denim of robin's jacket. the band in your abdomen snaps, white stars flashing in your eyes as you bask in the pleasure. she pulls out her fingers as you come undone, letting you take in the air you very much needed.

robin's pretty sure she'd just literally emptied your brain as you slumped in her arms, burying your head in the crook of her neck while you tried to steady your breathing.

“you were so good for me,” robin whispers against your head as she holds you close, rubbing circles on your back soothingly. a hazy smile beams on your face.

this wasn't the way robin planned your tutoring sessions to go, at all, but hey, she could get used to this.

#cake roll 🎀#cream pies 🎀#stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley x you #stranger things imagine

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thidwickdoodles · 11 months

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Behind the Hideout

#thidwickdoodles #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #I was about halfway through like art when I saw someone post something from what I imagine is the same reference photo #and was almost not going to finish/post this #but we’re going by the two cakes idea #so here’s mine!#(I don’t remember who the other artist was but it was cute!)

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demodoggonetired · 9 months

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" Of Grit "

For the @steddiemicrofic August Prompt: Cake || 311 Words || Rating: G || Warnings: None

Steve vaguely recalls a heated debate, a held hostage remote knocked, and an open window.

One minute: channel surfing. The next: wrestling in the mud behind the Munson trailer.

Neither are winning the tussle. Steve has years of jock tendencies but Eddie’s surprisingly wriggly, his fashion hiding what muscle he maintains. And Steve’s certainly paid attention to Eddie’s… maintenance.

The two have been circling awhile now, mutual interest in pursuing more, obvious. But their competitive natures won out; who would cave first?

Well, Steve doesn’t mind upping the ante.

It’s a move that’s worked with previous partners; precise placement of the hands, plant yourself atop, apply body weight, hold their attention…

Wiping his lips clean, Steve eases in for the kill, slow.

Glance at Eddie's lips.

Back to his eyes.

Lean those final centimeters.

And plant a hard kiss to his nose.

(Snag the remote from Eddie’s loosened grip, mission complete!)

Steve smirks, leaning back, expecting Eddie's reaction. When he only remains frozen, Steve can’t help but pause.

Thankfully, the metalhead comes back into himself, lurching upwards with a mud glob to Steve’s face.

Blinded, all Steve can taste is grime and clay. Defenseless to the sudden, confident press of lips to his own. A kiss of grit, certainty, and relief from month-long tensions.

Steve thinks he's willing to concede this one, the remote snatched and Eddie leaving with a chortle of victory.

He touches his mud and kiss slicked lips. Yeah, he doesn’t mind losing the battle if he wins the war and all that comes after.

—

When Wayne finally returns from his 10-minute lunch fetching, he’s greeted by the boys caked in mud, unable to make eye contact without breaking into giggles.

He’ll be gruff about the mess, but he’s all too happy to send them to clean up if it means Eddie gets more days like this.

#I had to be the adventurer with a machete in the forest to get this thing down from 500 words #it was NOT a pretty process #anyway enjoy two losers finally ending what I think is technically romantic edging #initially i was thinking of making them go to a mud bog or doing something with 'caked in makeup' (in a good way)#but ehh the ideas never went anywhere #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my posts #my writing #steddie microfic

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artiststarme · 1 year

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The Kids Grovel for Steve's Forgiveness

Part 3 of the "The Party Forgets Steve's Birthday" fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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There was something off with Steve and Eddie lately but Dustin couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was. They’d both been distant for the past few weeks for unknown reasons. Steve hadn’t been answering any of the Party’s phone calls and he’d refused to drive any of them anywhere. The times he did interact with them, Eddie would swoop in and take him elsewhere. He was acting as a blockade of sorts, preventing any member of the Party besides himself from getting close to Steve. The last time any of the kids had spoken to him uninterrupted was weeks ago when Steve refused to let them rent a rated R movie and if anything, the kids should be mad at him, not the other way around.

Perhaps most concerning about the whole situation was how Eddie was postponing sessions for the campaign. He’d canceled Hellfire club two weeks in a row, an action he once called “blasphemous and unjust”. Everyone was really worried about his change of heart and Dustin was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Everything came to a head at Friday’s session, the first one in weeks that Eddie hadn’t tried to postpone. He was unnecessarily brutal at this session and was doing his darndest to kill everyone like some sort of fantasy nerd serial killer. The session was supposed to continue from where they were recuperating at an inn in a small village and all of the boys were looking forward to some light humor in these confusing times. What no one was expecting was for the evil gorgons and their tamed serpents to attack the town in an effort to kill their group in an act of revenge.

They were supposed to be having a fun time playing a campaign for DnD but Eddie seemed more malicious, more hostile than usual. Only two hours in and half the Party was dead, the rest low on hit points, right on the verge of death.

“Okay, what the hell?” Dustin shouted as Gary the Great turned to stone after being caught in a fire and cornered by a gorgon.

“What?” Eddie asked him, his expression a careful mask of neutrality.

“What’s your problem? We ended the last session safe at an inn, what the hell is this?” The other guys nodded their agreement with his outburst. No one was expecting to get their favorite characters murdered so ruthlessly, at least not so soon in the session.

“The inn burned down and the town is under attack by merciless gorgons. That’s not my fault,” Eddie told them all.

“Yes it is, you literally wrote this! This session was supposed to last ten hours. We’re two hours in and most of us are dead! Why are you doing this?” Dustin’s voice was embarrassingly shrill but it got his point across just fine.

“It’s not my fault your strategy sucks, Henderson! Maybe you should try a little harder to stay alive!” Eddie yelled back.

Will piped up then, “we should ask Steve for help, he’s good at strategy!”

“You will not! Do not bother Steve,” Eddie pointed at him.

“Why are you being so neurotic today? And why are you gatekeeping Steve? We want answers!” Dustin yelled again. The other kids voiced their agreement as well.

They heard a crash in the Munson kitchen and everyone jerked to look at Lucas standing in the doorway. He held up a small Polaroid picture dated from a few weeks ago with a small ‘Happy Birthday, Stevie-poo! I love you’ written in the corner. “What is this?”

Mike scoffed, “who cares about Steve right now? I want to know why Eddie’s been so weird lately.”

His comment must’ve thrown Eddie over the edge because he jumped up from his seat and started screaming at them. “You fuckers forgot his birthday! Steve’s been your friend for at least three years and you’ve never even done as much as tell him happy birthday! So now he’s hurt because he doesn't think you guys care and I think you’re all jackasses that shouldn’t get to be around him anyways! Nice going assholes, you pissed us both off.”

Jeff, Grant, and Gareth looked around the room before standing up from their spots on the couch. Jeff awkwardly clapped his hands and started moving towards the door. “Well guys, there seems to be some friction today so we’re just going to head out for now. We should probably just pick this up next week, that way we have plenty of time to make new characters.”

Eddie nodded at him before sneering at the rest of the Party. “That’s a good idea, Jeff. The rest of you can get the hell out.”

Then he dramatically whirled around and stormed into his room, slamming his bedroom door behind him. Jeff, Grant, and Gareth shook their heads at the kids before leaving, which left Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will to consider the gravity of what they’d done. None of them had ever even thought about Steve’s birthday, it had never come up in conversation and they’d never noticed a lack of celebration. Dustin felt particularly guilty as he picked up the DnD table in the Munson living room. Steve was practically his brother, he of all people should’ve known his birthday.

Nearly twenty minutes later, they heard the bedroom door down the hallway open and paused in their ministrations. Eddie was either coming out to apologize to them or to yell at them some more and while they were all nervous, they were prepared for either option. They deserved it. But to their utter shock, it wasn’t Eddie that came out. No, instead it was a sleep-rumpled Steve, shirtless, with glasses on and his usually immaculate hair in disarray.

He squinted his eyes at them in confusion before making a double take. “What the- what are you guys still doing here?”

“Steve! What are you doing in Eddie’s room and why are you shirtless?” Lucas asked him.

“Uh, I was taking a nap.”

“In Eddie’s bed? Why wouldn’t you just sleep at your own house?” Mike sneered at him.

“What’s with the interrogation?! Stop asking questions you don’t want the answers to and let me live!” Steve yelled at them.

So Steve was still mad. But now, Dustin understood why. “Steve, we’re so sorry! We didn’t know it was your birthday so we know why you’re mad and we don’t blame you. But-”

“Dustin, I’m not mad, I’m disappointed,” he said. Oh shit, that was worse! “But it’s fine. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, that’s on me.”

“Steve, we should’ve done something and we’re sorry. You’re one of our best friends and we’ll do better,” Lucas told him. He patted his bare shoulder to emphasize his point.

Mike nodded at his words but said nothing in further agreement. Dustin felt awful. After everything Steve had done for them, they’d forgotten his birthday. And then he had the nerve to say it was his fault?! What was wrong with this guy?

“Steve, you didn’t deserve that. We’ll make it up to you somehow. We’ll wash your car and bring you lunch when you work, and we’ll never forget another one of your birthdays, we promise.” He promised him earnestly.

Steve pulled him into a hug and messed up his hair despite his squawk of outrage. “I forgive you guys. Really, it’s not a big deal. I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years so it’s fine.”

“You will not forgive them!” Eddie stormed down the hallway to pull Dustin out of Steve’s embrace. He wrapped his own arms around his… Steve, and pointed an accusing finger at them. “He’s not just going to drop his hurt feelings to make you assholes feel better. You bitches better grovel if you want Steve and I to forgive you. Now scram, why are you still here?”

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For the next two weeks, the kids made it their mission to prove to Steve how much he meant to them. Eddie told them to grovel and grovel they did.

Dustin brought him a homemade lunch from his mom to Family Video every shift he worked. He cleaned his car (technically he just bribed Nancy to drive it through the car wash but still, the thought was there). And he taught him how to play DnD so he could join the next campaign with his own character.

Lucas went over to the Harrington house to clean the pool every week and mowed the lawn while he was over there. Steve looked shocked when he came home to that but Lucas was reasonably sure he was happy. He also played basketball with him at the park and listened to all of Steve’s mostly helpful tips.

Mike just eased up on the glaring and brought him a Slurpee once. He also made sure to take his anger out on Nancy instead of Steve as he usually did.

When they told Robin shortly after their odd interaction at Eddie’s, she was horrified. She immediately ditched Vickie to devote all of her time and best friend-ness to Steve as she should’ve done in the first place. She bought him dinner, stole movies to watch at movie nights with him, and bit her tongue when she saw Eddie kiss him in front of her. She would be the best friend she should’ve been initially and wait for Steve to come to her (which he did a few hours later).

Needless to say, Steve was freaked out for a good month. People were being too nice to him and it was like he slipped into a parallel universe. Everything looked the same and the rest of the town seemed the same but his friends couldn’t be more different. After multiple panic attacks and burnouts, Eddie told the Party to ease up or deal with the consequences.

What finally got things back to normal was Hopper organizing and hosting a belated birthday celebration at the Hopper-Byers’ house. All of his friends came together to celebrate him turning 20. Eddie obtained another cake from the bakery and decorated it himself, as per usual. This time, he had more room and was able to write a grotesque “BIRTH STEVE, Another year gone”. The adults of the Party were of course horrified at the dripping red frosting of the lettering and the spattering of rainbow sprinkles but Steve had never felt so touched.

The Party sang him happy birthday in a myriad of too-flat notes and screeches but it was special nonetheless. Especially when Hopper threw an arm around Steve’s shoulder to tell him that it would happen every year. And from that point forward, it did.

The End

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#Eddie stays mad for months and whenever one of the kids tries to backtalk he brings this up #“oh yeah what are you going to do? Forget my birthday? Yeah you're doing that again huh?”#every year the birthday cake gets creepier #stranger things #steddie #steddie ish #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #chief hopper #robin buckley #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler

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