#stranger things fiction

[upsidedownmvnson]

eddie's little somethings

aka some of the ways eddie shows you he loves you

he is your personal driver: even when you don't ask, he shows up after your shift to drive you home whenever he can, brings you to and from school, and never wants to let you drive. he just loves how you look in the passenger seat, window open, hair flying everywhere. he can put his hand on your thigh. his perfect little passenger princess <3

he wants you around 24/7, just sitting beside him, even if you're doing your own thing. especially when he's dm'img at hellfire, sometimes you'd just read a book beside him, if you weren't involved in that particular campaign

he's actually a big fan of pda, he loves causing a scene, and he loves showing everyone that you're all his. so what better way than making out with you against a locker, or keeping his arm around you for the entire lunch period. if you share a class, he'll sit beside you and have his hand on your thigh the whole time. more comforting than sexual.

one of the rare occurrences that eddie cancelled hellfire was because you had a terrible day, and you just wanted to go home instead of hangout with the party, so he cancelled it and took you home, even when you insisted he could just come over after.

eddie kisses every inch of you like he's looking for a secret. he makes sure you know he thinks every inch of you is perfect. from love bites on your thigh, to kisses behind your ear, up and down arms and legs, all over your back while he gives you a massage omfg (i'm writing smut based off of this, stay tuned)

one time he asked you if you would be comfortable with him looking at porn "not because i want to right now, but like, don't wanna cause an issue later, yaknow babe?" and you thought that was very mature

when he's meant to give you gift (birthdays/holidays etc) he prefers to make something. one time he recorded two cassettes of himself playing all your favourite songs, one slow, instrumental & acoustic for studying, and one how they were meant to be sang for jamming. he's also made a popsicle stick diorama of your childhood tree fort that was torn down, and a DnD campaign on your birthday based on your favourite fantasy movie (wrote a follow up to this point: here)

he likes to bring you a little treat. when hes on his way over he'll often stop to grab a cookie, or a smoothie. just something nice for him to give you. he likes to do anything to make you smile

he makes a huge effort to partake in your interests and hobbies, and makes sure not to accidentally dominate your shared time with his band, and his club. he wanted to make sure the attention was split between you, a healthy balance for a healthy relationship <3

he dedicates a song to you at every single gig, as if it's not the same crowd every time. but he doesn't care, he's just happy you're still excited to see his shows

eddie always asks for your opinion on everything, and while it's not always what he wants, he always takes yours into account, and if it's something you two have to decide together, he wouldn't stop trying to figure out a perfect compromise.

he loves to feel skin on skin contact. when you guys are just hanging out, he always finds some way to get his hand on your skin, whether it's your thigh, or rubbing your back, or just holding your hand. he likes the comfort of you nearby. but in bed, he likes to press his chest into yours during missionary, wrapping up your legs together and coddling your head in his arms, laying as flushed against you as he possibly could

eddie also just straight up says "i love you" like a million times a day

i am going to write 1000000 more eddie headcanons so feel free to request

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[littlelioncub43]

The Balcony Scene

Summary: A long farewell after a date night is nothing new between you and your very dramatic and theatrical boyfriend. Young lovers often find parting is such sweet sorrow.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warning: FLUFF. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF. You will need to schedule a dentist appointment after this, established relationship, idiots in love, they recite Shakespeare to each other because they're so in love, Wayne being one of those dads/uncles, kissing, very tame stuff, you'll love it.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOK WHO'S BACK. Me. It's me. I'm back. I had this thought knocking around in my head for a long, long time and finally was able to get it out and completed in one sitting! Eddie seems like the type to be able to perfectly recite Shakespeare, especially after all the failed English classes— you may not come at me. Anyways! Comment! Reblog! Send an ask! A pigeon! An edible arrangement! Something! Let me know what you guys think! I missed you all hehe

Kisses 💋

—K

A soft song of the Indiana crickets floated through the summer breeze that brushed your skin, the sky was a gentle hue of all encompassing black, and the moon hung neatly in the corner of the heavens. The familiar block of the trailer park was quiet, the sleepy summer night lulled everyone into a trance at this late hour. Your night was divine, picturesque and flawless thanks to Eddie who always seemed to make any day infinitely better. He joked and laughed with you over the burger you shared at the diner, his effortless charm and beaming smile lit up the lamely lit booth you were squished into and sent butterflies fluttering through your entire being— even after all these years, you were still into him. 

Lovesick, is the word. Absolutely lovesick.

And Eddie wasn’t any better. 

The way he was gazing up at you from the bottom of your trailer’s porch, hands gripping the railing to be as close as he could to you without climbing the stairs, standing on his toes so your faces nearly touched while you lean over the railing to meet him halfway. Those puppy dog eyes that twinkled with mischief as a dungeon master, and glazed over with mind-rotting boredom as a student, were now dazzling with adoration as a lover. And damn, was a he a good lover at that. 

“You have to go soon, Wayne said you gotta be back before 3,” you whisper gently to your boyfriend, your hands making no motion to remove themselves from his hair as you cradle his head. 

“Mmhmm,” Eddie hums, clearly not listening to you completely. How could he when the glow of your porch light behind you made you look like an actual angel. You giggle and Eddie grins at the sound. 

“You jerk, you’re not even listening,” you chastise with a smile.

“I totally heard you,” he playfully defends in a soft voice, his eyes scanning your face leisurely. 

“What did I say?” You ask while you twirl a ringlet around your index finger. 

“You said that I should stay right here with you forever because you never want me to leave,” he grins again as you chuckle at his words. 

“Don’t you?” He asks and gives you his gentle pout, something he’s perfected over the years of being together: his eyebrows slightly pinched together and upwards, those button eyes silently pleading with yours, for your love, for your tenderness, for your sympathy. It always works. 

“Of course, I do,” you confess and cradle his face in your palm. Eddie couldn’t keep himself from you if his life depended on it. The collision of your lips sends even more winged things fluttering in your stomach, the soft cushion of his lips moving against yours sensually nearly sucks all the breath from your body then and there. Many minutes are lost in your sweet kisses, so many that by the time you both release each other for air, Eddie knows he’s late for curfew now. 

“Wayne’s gonna be pissed, I forgot to take out the trash,” Eddie breathes out humorously, his nose brushing against yours as he opens his mouth to speak once again, “he’s going to have my ass for not—“

“Enough, sweet Suffolk, thou torment’st thyself,” you press a finger to his kiss swollen lips, his grin grows at your words. 

“You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?” He recites effortlessly. 

“Oh, look who’s been paying attention in English,” you tease. 

“Well, if you’re forced to read the same stupid plays 3 years in a row, something’s bound to stick,” he jokes before continuing, “Now, by the ground that I am banished from, well could I curse away a winter’s night, though standing naked on a mountain top where biting cold would never let grass grow, and think it but a minute spent in sport.”

“O, let me entreat thee cease! Give me thy hand, that I may dew it with my mournful tears, nor let the rain of heaven wet this place to wash away my woeful monuments” you bring one of Eddie’s large hands to your cheek, letting him brush the apple of it softly before you plant a peck to his palm. 

“O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand, that thou mightst think upon these by the seal, through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!” The porch light across the road flickers to life, a sign from a very tired Wayne for Eddie’s return, but you both ignore it. Eddie watches in rapture as you recite the lines to him, not ready for his short walk home just yet. 

“So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by, as one that surfeits thinking on a want. I will repeal thee, or, be well assured, adventure to be banish’ed myself; and banish’ed I am, if but from thee,” the sound of the screen door opening breaks your eyes from each other over to Wayne, standing cross armed in his pajamas under the porch light, “Go, speak not to me. Even now be gone!” Eddie steals another kiss just as Wayne clears his throat, his hands gripping yours in earnest. “Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves, loather a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell, and farewell life with thee.”

“Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banish’ed, once by the King, and three times thrice by thee. ’Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence. A wilderness is populous enough, so Suffolk had thy heavenly company— for where thou art, there is the world itself, with every several pleasure in the world; and where thou art not, desolation,” he whispers against your lips, “I can no more. Live thou to joy thy life; myself no joy in naught but that thou liv’st.”

“Eddie!” Wayne calls in a hushed voice, mindful of the sleeping neighbors of the block. You know he’s about 2 minutes from crossing the street to get Eddie himself.

“Get thee hence. The King, thou know’st, is coming,” you giggle and push gently at Eddie’s broad shoulders, “if thou be found by me, thou art but dead.”

“If I depart from thee, I cannot live, and in thy sight to die, what were it else but like a pleasant slumber in thy lap? To die by thee were but to die in jest, from thee to die were torture more than death. O, let me stay, befall what may befall!” His grins when you try to shush his growing voice, your shared giggles making Wayne shake his head with a fond smile. You two were making him sick.

“To France, Sweet Suffolk,” you push at Eddie’s shoulder again, this time he slowly lets himself lower to the ground completely, still gazing up at you from the wild grass as waves of hopeless devotion pour from him. Eddie’s hand holds yours for as long as he can, his fingers gliding across the skin to savor the sensation, your warmth. 

“I go,” he nods, shifting on his feet as he finally begins to tear himself from you.

“And take my heart with thee,” you watch Eddie take a tentative step backwards, towards his waiting uncle, your hands still connected as he takes another step. Your arms reach out, fingers laced together until the distance between you is too great. 

“Alright, love birds, pack it in,” Wayne quietly calls, trying his best to speed up Eddie’s slow walk home. Straightening up, you watch as Eddie crosses the street, his eyes never leaving yours nor his smile ever faltering. When he reaches the middle of the road, he offers you a wave over his shoulder. You giggle and return his gesture, your face burning with a flurry of feelings.

Another fit of giddy giggles overtake you when Eddie nearly trips on the steps of his trailer. He’s quick to recover, taking the stairs two at a time before lingering at the doorway to stare at you a little while longer, his own face flushed with his happiness. Half in and half out, he raises his hand to wave again when a fatherly grip on the collar of his jacket carefully pulls him all the way in, the screen door bouncing against the frame in his absence. With a content sigh, you turn on your heel  and head for indoors, turning to glance at the trailer across the street. There in the corner of the bland building, behind an aged window, you find the boy next door. With wild hair and a sweet smile, he bids you goodnight. 

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[softtdaisy]

SOULS ENTWINED - EDDIE MUNSON

DESCRIPTION I when you need a fake-boyfriend to prove your parents wrong, you thought that eddie could be the perfect candidate for this role

PAIRING I eddie munson × fem!reader

WORDS COUNT I 2k

A/N I can you tell I'm still obsessed with stranger things? I had this idea during the weekend and couldn't stop thinking about it until I write it. I hope you will enjoy it 🤍 (i'm reposting this because tumblr messed with my original post for some reason???)

“I need your help, Munson”

“Well, I can tell.”

It was probably the worst idea you ever had. But from the moment your eyes landed on him in the cafeteria, your mind couldn’t focus on anything else. The more the minutes were passing, the more you convinced yourself that was it. Eddie Munson was the man that could shut your parents’ mouth.

So, when he got up and went to the men’s restroom, you followed him and lock up yourself with him in the cubicle. This explained why you were pressed against his chest. Something that didn’t seem to bother him that much compared to you.

Not that you had preconceptions about Eddie, contrary to most of your friends. You couldn’t care less about his reputation or what he’s supposedly doing. You didn’t understand how some people could be so criticizing about what this boy might like when they all have weird passion. But you would rather not say anything, it was your last year of high school. And you didn’t want to ruin everything for a boy you never talked to outside classes.

Until today.

“You’re free on Friday?” You looked up at Eddie. If he already had a smirk on his face, it kept growing when you talked. You knew from the moment you said it how your words could be interpreted. It was a good idea, it was a good idea… You kept repeating yourself. You had to connived yourself that you weren’t making a mistake. Otherwise, you would be run away already.

“You’re asking me on a date? That’s absolutely adorable!” how a man that was rumored to play with the devil could have such cute facial expressions? You hit his arm that he left up to put his hand on his heart, as if your proposition meant the world to him. “No. I need you to meet my parents.” You said, which made him laugh. And you hit his arm again. You needed him to be serious about that.

“Isn’t that a little early in our relationship?”

You were reading to shut him up and explained the situation when you heard the door opening. You immediately panicked and climbed on the toilet seat, putting both your hands on Eddie’s shoulder to maintain yourself up. Why the hell did you chose the restroom? Eddie looked at you before laughing hard at the situation. “Oh, right. What is the cheerleader team going to think if they learn its top cheerleader is hiding here with the Devil’s son?” you hated how you were giving him the perfect opportunity to make fun of you.

“Shut. Up.” You mumbled, skinning your fingers on his shoulders. He grimaced and waited patiently until the last student left the restroom. “So? What do you need me for? I don’t have all day love.” He put his hands on your waist and lifted you up to help you put your feet back on the ground. You ignored the shivers you got when you felt his cold silver rings against the thin fabric of your cheerleader suit. It was almost like Eddie was touching your skin. But you guessed you had to get used to it considering your plan…

“My parents are blaming me for Dean’s infidelity.” you didn’t bother explaining the situation to Eddie. The whole school was talking about your break-up these past weeks. You and Dean were the stereotypical basketball player – cheerleader couple. You were together for a few months until he decided the grass was greener on the other side and cheating on you with your teammate. Typical high school story. “They say I didn’t treat him right and that I will never find anybody else as good as him, bla-bla-bla.”

You rolled your eyes and missed Eddie’s concerned expression. Sure, he wasn’t an expert on how a parents/children relationship was supposed to work but he knew it wasn’t sane for you to be treated like this. What kind of parents consider their cheated daughter to be guilty of her partner seeing elsewhere?

You shared most of your classes with Eddie. He noticed you were kinda off these days but he just assumed it was the whole story playing on your mind. He had no idea you had no rest at home. He could understand why you seemed so tired of life. Like he was.

“I want you to come home with me. They think I won’t ever get another guy like Dean? Good, I don’t want one. I’ll show them I can get whoever I want, either they like or not. I’m not going to date boys they like, I’ll be dating boys I like.” You didn’t know if Eddie heard what you just said. He just crossed his arms around his chest, putting his collar a little downer which gave you glimpse of his tattoo. You wished your ex had tattoos too, it was so hot.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” He simply said before opening the door and leaving you alone. That was not the reaction you excepted. You thought he would made fun of you, asked for something in exchange or whatever. Not…leaving you alone like this? It took you a few seconds to realize what just happened. Eddie agreed to play that silly game.

When you left the restroom, you met some of Dean’s teammate. Of course. “Oh, looks like [y/n] has found someone’s dick to suck.” You lift your middle finger before joining your next class immediately. Maybe you should pretend to be dating Eddie’s here, that would shut their mouth too.

When you told your parents that your new boyfriend was coming on Friday’s night, they laughed. “He probably just wants to taste what his teammate had.” They said. “He must feel pity for you.” They thought. You really had to fight to not say anything about Eddie. They were so ready to see a doppelgänger of Dean, they were going to be surprised.

6:50 p.m. Eddie was going to arrive in any minutes now. You were waiting on the porch to not miss his arrive. You wanted to be sure he didn’t plan on fucking this up. Your head was down while you were playing with your necklace when you heard a car parked in front of your house. And when Eddie got out of it, you knew you made the right choice to ask him out of anybody.

He looked just like he did today in class: with his long sleeves Hellfire Club shirt and his sleeveless jean jacket. You were sad you couldn’t see his tattoos, but you knew Eddie usually rolled his sleeves up. You couldn’t wait for that moment. His hair was absolutely perfect. For a few seconds, you were breathless to see him there, looking like that. No school, nothing, just you two.

Eddie approached and took your hand in his. “Milady,” he said kissing your hand. You rolled your eyes, more from shyness than boredom. “Where are the monsters?” he then asked, still holding your hands. You loved the feelings of his rings against your skin. It felt like Eddie was entering your whole body. And for a second, you imagined how it would be like if he actually did.

“Inside.” You suddenly say, your voice getting higher from the sudden realization you were daydreaming about your fake boyfriend.

From the moment you opened the door and noticed your parents’ expression, you knew it was going to be a long, long evening.

But from the way Eddie pressed your hand, you knew you weren’t alone in this.

Two hours later, you were sitting in your backyard, on your swing seat. This couldn’t have been worse. Your dad kept repeating that Eddie wasn’t worthy of his daughter and even less to be in his house, that it would be the only time this “son of Satan” would be sitting in his living room. Of course, Eddie laughed at this and said that he would say hello to his dad from yours. He laughed less when your dad started saying that it was sad that he was the only type of guy you could ever had since you weren’t capable of keeping good one by your side. When your fake boyfriend defended you, you appreciated it. How ironic it was that the only person showing you love in this house was the boy that you weren’t even dating.

Of course, your mother wasn’t much nicer with him. She had this way of saying thing lower because she was talking to you but loud enough for the whole room to hear. So yes, Eddie did hear all the criticism she made about his look. “His hair is way too long, you’re sure he doesn’t have louses?” no, mom Eddie is taking care of himself, probably even more than you do. “He looks messy, did he wash his clothes?” I think so, mom, why wouldn’t he? And it went on and on all the night to the point you couldn’t take it anymore.

You’ve been sitting alone for a good five minutes when the door opened. You didn’t even bother to look up. Eddie probably left when you did, which was the best decision for his own sanity. It was probably one of your parents coming to tell you how disappointing they were in you choosing such a…right, a loser that’s what they called him earlier.

It wasn’t until he sat next to you that you recognize Eddie’s perfume. “I might be called the devil’s son, that doesn’t mean you had the right to leave him alone in Hell.” You could tell he was joking, but you didn’t have the heart to do so anymore.

You sighed and put your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for this. It was a shitty idea. I shouldn’t have brag you into this.” Eddie put his arm around you, and you shivered when he gave you a small kiss on the hair. He’s been so affectionate the whole night, you discovered a new Eddie that you liked more than you thought.

“Nah, it’s ok. It was quite fun to see their expression when we explained how we fell deeply and madly in love with each other.” He was being nice by saying we. He was clearly the one talking for you. He invented a whole story about you that you almost felt for it. You wished it was true.

In only one night, Eddie showed you more affection and interest than Dean ever did in months.

“I know.” You smiled, a little thinking about it. “But still, it wasn’t nice from me to treat you like a toy.” You looked up at him. He had such a peaceful expression, one that was pretty rare. Eddie mostly looked concerned or excited.  Not calm like this.

“I didn’t feel like your toy.” He slowly brought a hand to your face and put a strand of hair behind your ear. “Maybe we can even try to make this real.”

You didn’t know what to say. Did Eddie Munson just asked you to go on a real date with him? Was he sincere? Was this real? He laughed at your expression, even if deep down he was just as stressed as you were by this.

Once again, Eddie was going to stand up and leave you to think about that. It was clearly his thing to put a thought in your head and leave you with it.

But right when he started to sit up, he grabbed your face. He gave you less than a second to understand what was happening before putting his lips on yours. You didn’t except that. Nor did you except his fingers brushing your cheek slowly. Or your hand going on his neck naturally. It felt good. For a few seconds, your life felt peaceful and normal.

When he stopped kissing you, Eddie winked at you. “Your parents were looking.” He whispered. You nodded. Of course, they were, that’s the only reasonable explanation for this.

But after a few steps away, Eddie looked back at you. “And maybe I wanted to convince you that I can be a good real boyfriend, not just a good fake one.”  You rolled your eyes, again.

By dating Eddie, you would probably gain a headache from rolling your eyes that much. But maybe that was the price to pay to feel these wonderful lips on top of yours again.

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[redheadspark]

Lion Tamer

Summary: Eddie Munson's hair was the stuff of legend, and he wouldn't let anyone touch it. No one....expect you.

W/C: 1,820

Warnings: Just a little fluff piece!

A/N: My first Eddie Munson oneshot! I love him in Stranger Things and I wanted to write something small for him to start out! Enjoy! tagged: @awkwardfangirl2014 @a-lumos-in-the-nox @waspswidows @ftrmrs-barry-keoghan @siempre-bucky

The last thing you ever thought you would have to deal with was freshman Dustin Henderson speeding over to your locker, weaving his way through the busy hallway of Hawkins High with a desperate look on his face. Yet he was, you were too busy at your locker getting your books together to see him right at your left side. You looked over at him, hand on your locker door.

"What is it, Henderson?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"It's Eddie!" he said in an urgent manner. You tilted your head at him. You and Eddie were dating for nearly a year, an odd match according to most of the student population. They never figured the rock n roll stoner would be with the edgy and bohemian art genius, but you tow shed rather well. Much better than most of the couples that were made up of jocks and cheerleaders. You liked Eddie's spunky and edgy attitude on life, yet he was soft with you and more laid back. With you, Eddie liked your artist eye and mellow tone and pace, calming him down in tough times and award situations.

"What's up with him?" You asked, then looking at your swatch watch, "Aren't you guys supposed to meet for Hellfire Club in like 20 minutes?"

"I'm guessing we're going to have to postpone the entire thing because of what happened to Eddie," He replied, you then pausing with your book bag and leaning against the entire locker itself. He then had your attention since postponing a meeting with the Hellfire Club did not sound like Eddie at all. He had to postpone it one time, and it was when he was bedridden with a high fever and he couldn't move from the bed at all. But apart from that, he would come.

"What happened? Spill, Henderson," You said calmly.

"It's best if I show you," Dustin replied, you closing your locker door and following him, intrigued all more

Dusting open the door to the Theater backroom, the place where they held Hellfire Club. No one else was there, you noticed rather quickly only a few lights were on and the main board was set with some dice to the side. But no one was there, and you were a bit more confused as the door shut behind you. Finally, you heard a grubbed vice from behind one of the theater stage pieces.

"If you got Mikey or Lucas...I swear to God Henderson..." Eddie's muffled tone was heard, sounding not like himself.

"It's me, dumbass," You replied calmly, hearing some movement in the back of the art piece that seemed frantic. His boots were shuffling and his was stammering a bit.

"B-b-babe!" He said your name, sounding a bit uneasy, "W-w-what are you doing here?!"

"Henderson told me something happened," You answered, walking over a few steps in his direction, "Is everything okay, Eddie?"

"Please don't!" He said in a rush, making you pause and look with a hint of worry on your face. This was very unlike him, from how he was hiding from you and how he sounded in his voice. Eddie was always happy go lucky, the life of the party wherever he was and making you smile, But now, to hear him sound almost wounded and nearly devastated...it scared you.

"Baby," You called to him calmly, "I wanna help you, Eds. But you need to let me....if it's something serious, please don't hide it,"

A pause was in the air, then the small shuffling of feet. You weren't prepared for what you were about to see. There was your boyfriend, with his leather denim jacket wrapped around his head and hair in a half hazard way and look of devastation on his face. Some of his hair was sticking out, but the rest was hidden away, making you give him a soft yet endearing smile.

If there was one thing that Eddie was immensely proud of, it was his hair. Ever since you've known Eddie and his reputation, he thought of his hair as a part of it. The headbangers hair, long and crazy and right in your face. Eddie did love his hair, even when it didn't look like he's shown any maintenance in it. For Eddie, it was a sign of his identity and freedom, of his craziness being seen and witness by everyone around him.

So to see him cover it up. it broke you heart.

"What happened to you, Eddie?" You asked him carefully, not wanting to sound concern but you were showing it on your face. He sighed, giving Dustin a warning look.

"Say a single word outside this building, Henderson..." he warned Dustin, whom threw up his hands as a sign. You huffed, walking over carefully and grabbing a chair that was near him. You motioned for him to sit with your head, seeing him reluctantly fall onto the chair and keep this hair hidden in his denim jacket. Walking behind him, you touched his fingers that were clutching the denim, hiding his looks away from the world and away from you.

"It's okay," You said to him softly, feeling his finger uncurl from the denim. Rubbing his arms, you felt his relax a bit from the sensation, and he finally let his hands lower to the ground. You held the denim for a split moment, then moving the material around to see what was going on within his locks.

You saw what he was hiding, and your heart broke. Gum, at least 6 wads, all within his hair near his scalp and making his hair severely tangled.

"Jason Carver and his goons cornered him and got all of the gum in his hair in the cafeteria," Dustin explained in a grave tone, you looking up at him as he stood in front of you and Eddie, "They ran off before Eddie could get to any of them. The only one who got them away was Chrissy Cunninghman, threatening to call their coach and tell them all that happened."

"Christ," You said in a gasp, looking back at the hair and how matted it looked. There was gum everywhere, spots that were too close to his scalp and some near his ears. You were never a fan of Jason and his gang of jocks, they were too cocky and dim witted. Eddie was their personal target at times, along with the rest of the Hellfire Club. But Eddie always fought back, he held his ground plenty of times with those jocks. Up until now.

Now that they took the one thing that made Eddie...Eddie.

"Dustin," You said his name as you were still inspecting your boyfriend's hair, "Go back to my locker as fast as you can. Inside, I have a dark green bag with my name on the front in blue letters. Get that and come back here,"

"I-I don't know your combination," Dustin said in a stammer not knowing what was going on.

"35, 22, 10, 53," You said to him, seeing him try to remember in his own head as you stared at him, "A dark green bag with my name on it. That's all you're getting, got it?"

"Y-yeah," He replied, about to go out of the room when Eddie spoke up beneath you in the chair.

"And Henderson?" Eddie asked, Dustin looking back at him with a hint of earnest, "You forget her locker combination...and you don't say a single....word."

"Sure thing!" Dustin said quickly and sped off. Once the door closed behind him and echoed in the room, Eddie sighed and you rubbed his shoulders.

"Why are you making Dustin get your sisters cosmetology kit?" Eddie asked.

"Because we're gonna have to cut this hair," You answered, seeing and feeling him pause underneath you as you went on, "The gum is all over, baby. I can't save most of his hair since the gums too close to the roots and your scalp. There's no way in me salvaging it,”

It was almost like a death sentence for him, and you could see how his face was a bit crestfallen. You hated giving him this news, but it was a bit better for him too start all over with new hair, almost like a clean start. There would be no way in saving it and attempting to show his face in the school, the backlash would be too much for someone as kind and good as Eddie. He may have been a neurotic metal head to everyone else, but you knew his heart was fragile too.

You had to protect him from the horrors of his peers.

"Eddie," You said calmly to him, reaching down to take his hand in yours, touching the rings on his fingers as you squeezed his hand in yours, "Hair grows back. Yours will grow back. I don't want you to get any more grief from the likes of Jason and his dick crew,"

"I can handle them." Eddie reasoned, his voice still tender from the thought of his long locks leaving him.

"I have no doubt in that," You explained, pausing before he brought your hand over to press a kiss against your hand, "But I won't be able to if they do,"

Eddie cringed slightly, pulling you closer to wrap an arm around his shoulders and hug him from behind. You two were an odd pair indeed, but you liked it that way. The Ying and Yang of your relationship was strong and it worked so well for you. Eddie loved your art and the way you painted, you loved his guitar playing and his love for Dungeons and Dragons. You two were one in most ways, and you weren't going to let him suffer alone.

"Alright," He hummed, you squeezing him a bit tighter, "I trust ya, sweetheart. You......gonna make me look good?"

"Baby, you're gonna be the hottest metalhead in all of Hawkins when I'm done with you," You said in a grin, finally seeing a small smile on your boyfriend's face.

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It was safe to say, after a good half an hour of working through his hair and watching the locks fall, Eddie Munson looked like a new man.

His hair was nice and short, the natural curls setting in with how tight it was against his head, you then shaving down the back of his head a bit to smooth it out and blend into his neck. It helped that you sister showed you how to cut hair, tagging along with her to her cosmetology classes at her school to get a few pointers in.

Eddie went to Hellfire Club that night with his new hair, almost wearing it with pride as the members were looking at his lack of hair. All he did was cross his arms and look at each member.

"Any of you say a single word about my girlfriend's handiwork, you're getting an ass whooping."

The End.

*His hair after the haircut:

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things fiction #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction

[anticipatedexhale]

Back To You

Steve Harrington x gn! Reader.

Summary: you were childhood best friends with steve that was until king Steve decided to take over years of unresolved feelings finally get their way out of both of you, you both hope it's not too late to fix it.

Warnings: Best friends into enemies into lovers type of trope but you aren't fully enemies just distant, a lot of feelings, sad but happy ending, king steve deserves a warning, crying, sad steve and sad reader but promise fluffy ending.

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You first noticed the changes in steve behavior ever since freshman year, you knew ignoring it won't help, you knew that not talking it out together will worsen it. But you simply chose to ignore it.

The way he'd avoid you at all costs knowing being with a reputation like yours would immediately ruin his reputation and obviously he didn't want that.

Of course you noticed the way he'd stop visiting, and would rarely reply to your calls.

It hurt you but it was no use, he was so stuck in that world of his that he wouldn't listen. He'd tell you "you're just imagining it" "I don't know what you mean". Obviously not knowing that his actions would affect you so much.

"Hey Steve,do you think we could go to that new restaurant that opened not far, you know we could catch up. You've been distant lately" you were aware of the laser eyes burning spots into your skull.

But you didn't care, you were talking to your Steve not their steve, you seemed to notice how his eyes would flicker from them to your figure.

Mustering up the courage to reject you, he didn't want to but he couldn't let his high status get ruined because of some restaurant.

You heard snickering behind you, you tried to ignore them waiting silently for his answer. He finally looked back at you.

"No actually I'm going to a house party i-i mean it's m-much better than going out with you" he said trying his best to not sound hurt, wincing at the smile that was slowly dropping from your face.

You knew that he purposely raised his voice just to let them hear, all that chest puffing eyes still flickering between them and you. As if he was trying to read their brains, trying so hard to get them to accept him.

He slowly pushed you back walking away to them , you watched as someone patted his back as if it was a gesture of celebration for passing his "mission" which was pushing you away.

That was exactly the last time you'd spoken to him. It hurts you to be distant from him, you missed his smile, his touch, his scent. His everything.

Although you saw that precious smile of his from afar it wasn't the same as if he was there with you.

Your eyes would brim with tears seeing all the polaroid pictures and camera videos of both of you together.

It hurts you think, but you still kept everything, each gift, each wrapper, each picture and video.

You couldn't just let go, he was it for you, yet it seemed as if you were nothing to him, he just left you there, never called or asked.

Seeing girl by girl being by his side, they didn't last for long but you always imagined yourself being in the position of every girl.

Smiling up at him, staring into his eyes, holding him close. You'd dream about it every day and night. It was all you could even think about.

After your graduation it felt better not seeing him everyday, and his stupid face felt relieving. You didn't feel much pain and hurt anymore since you occupied yourself with your job almost every hour of the day.

You worked in the mall before the tragic fire, you knew steve worked there but you chose to never talk to him.

Little did you know that he would talk about you to robin every chance he gets, she'd sometimes have to find ways to shut him up, the guilt of how he so awfully treated you never left.

He knew you worked in the mall but he didn't have the courage to get up to talk to you thinking that you'd hate him, and would just smack him in the face and well he deserves it.

But the universe decided to finally put this to an end, you walked into your first shift at this store called "Family Video" you had no idea what you were supposed to do.

The so called "manager" looked at you up and down and said "You're hired" it was stupid but you weren't complaining atleast you got a job.

You entered the door, expecting to see a random person behind the counter but no.

Your eyes locked with Steve Harrington himself you both froze still staring at each other, your reactions showing how you definitely didn't expect each other.

He looked so different so...mature, he wasn't that boy you were so in love with years ago, the way your heart pounded in your chest made you feel like you were a teenager in love all over again.

You started walking again, feeling the palm of your hand get sweaty. "Hi" you said breaking the awkward silence.

"Hi" he replied breathlessly still not believing that you were there right infront of him.

Just you being in the same room as him made him feel so much emotions all at once.

He quickly grabbed your hand out of instinct and dragged you to the staff only room, you gasped trying to get out of his hold.

"Look listen i-i h-have so much thing to say i know this is so crazy and stupid after years of us ignoring each other I'm so sorry i was so stupid for hurting you i wanted to apologize for so long but i was so so scared of you rejecting me, i know t-that words don't matter anymore and that i could do nothing for you to forgive me but please give me a chance" he rambled eyes searching yours, crazy and wild.

You stayed silent the whole time shocked at his sudden burst, you took a deep breath.

"Steve you have no idea how much you hurt me", "i know" , "you left me.", "I know" , "i hate you" " i know" he replied after each sentence.

Tears flood your eyes face getting red, "no please don't cry , please im so sorry, please just please im begging you let me make it up" he said now basically begging you, eyes also starting to tear up.

"please sweetheart please just one chance" you pulled you closer into him.

You placed a hand on his cheek, he flinched waiting for nothing but a slap on his face.

But it never came, he slowly opened his eyes to see you staring at him with eyes sparkling in the dim lit room. You slowly caressed his face.

"Lets start from the beginning yeah? I would love to be called yours" you smiled at him.

He didn't think it was possible but his heart started beating even more, cheeks turning as red as an apple. Eyes frantically searching yours.

A smile creeped up on his pretty face, a smile you've missed.

You couldn't help but smile back with the same love he put in his smile.

"You know i heard there was a new restaurant that opened close to here maybe you want to catch up" he said raising an eyebrow.

You playfully slapping his chest wiping away the few tears that fell from your eyes before saying "I'll think about it" between broken giggles.

He loved that sound, he missed that sound, and now that he gets to hear it yet again he won't let it go.

It took a lot,a lot of feelings , a lot of emotions to get back close again.

But now Steves happy to look at your pretty face and call you his.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #angst #fluff #hawkins #stranger thing angst #stranger things season 4 #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #joseph keery #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things angst #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fiction #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #stranger things fluff #stranger things imagine #king steve #stranger things one shot

[stellmies]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 | 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: blessed with the same dangerous powers as Peter Ballard, you are saved by the boy in one of your torture sessions. But the future for two young people with uncontrollable gifts may be somewhat bleak.

warnings: fem!reader, hurt/comfort, mention of pain, torture, stranger things laboratory

word count: 915

"Can you hear me?" says Dr. Brenner in my ears, and I confirm with my head.

I'm nervous. I don't want to be here. I feel exposed and watched, far from feeling safe. Danger hangs in the air like a mist, inviting me to flee as fast as possible.

Swarms of people are all around me. I am sitting in a chair, with thousands of electrically charged wires connected to my arms. Dr. Brenner is standing in front of me, his hand on my chin, analyzing the situation.

Even though I know I'm already eighteen years old, I feel like crying. I look like a frightened child, almost begging someone to get me out of here and take me away. I don't want that. I don't want it, don't want it…

"Stay calm, all right? We're going to test something"

I nod, a lump forming in my throat. I know I should say something, ask them to stop, but it would be no use. Nothing will be able to stop them.

Immediately, I feel a particle of energy move toward my right hand, which is obligingly resting on the chair. I feel something warm touch it and increase its power. Gradually it becomes so strong and unbearably hot that it begins to hurt. I feel as if my hand is being melted.

"Stop...," I hiss between teeth, and then a scream escapes my throat. This causes a reaction in the energy coursing through me, which explodes into trillions of invisible pieces, causing a shockwave through every muscle in my body.

I scream so loudly that the nurses around me take a step back. My skin burns, and I am sure this will leave permanent marks under me. Desperate to make it stop, I start shaking my body, trying to escape this unbearable pain. But Dr. Brenner stands there, calm, looking at me and pressing the cursed button in his hand.

My face contorts into a crying grimace as I look at him. I start to mutter a please on my lips, but before I can finish, Dr. Brenner presses the button once more, and a new wave of shock propels itself through my skin.

I scream again, my vision blurring with the intensity of the pain. I know that a little more of this and I will die. I can't bear it. I don't want to bear it.

I barely hear the door being opened. All I hear is Peter's deafening scream spreading through the air.

"Let her go. Now!"

I'm unable to look. I'm too busy tilting my neck toward the ceiling and flailing in pain.

Then I hear the sound. An explosion of machines and glass, falling onto the floor of the test room with an absurd noise. People scream. The nurse closest to Dr. Brenner is thrown against the wall. The threads stuck to my skin begin to disentangle violently, and I look up in time to see Peter, in his white robes and red-faced, pulling the things off me.

I throw my head back, exhausted. Gradually, the pain begins to lose its intensity, until it becomes nothing more than mere needle pricks. My heart is pounding in my ears. I close my eyes for a moment, just when I hear Dr. Brenner's fierce, angry voice:

"Peter! What the hell are you doing?!"

But Peter doesn't answer. I know this because, in the next instant, he picks me up in his arms and runs with me out the door. All I am able to see is the crooked figure of Dr. Brenner running after us and some fallen nurses on the floor. But Peter causes the door to shatter between us and Dr. Brenner, preventing him from continuing.

My body tingles. I don't have the strength to hold my head up. I feel like a rag doll. But Peter's arms are firm, marching anxiously down the corridors and leading me out of there.

The distant screams and the emergency alarm are the last things I hear before I pass out.

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Events are still running through my head as I regain consciousness.

I don't know where I am. Confused, I look around, observing the unfamiliar surroundings. It is small and empty, resembling an abandoned shed. I am lying on a makeshift mattress, and I feel less tired.

"You're awake." I try to look toward the voice, but Peter crouches down beside me, making the process easier. "How are you feeling?"

His countenance is calm now. Despite this, he's serious, as if a remnant of anger and despair are still somewhere beneath the surface. Automatically, I am reminded of a scene I witnessed a few months ago, when Peter was in the same situation as me; receiving shocks in that chair.

"Better," I whisper.

Peter takes my hand, lightly caressing my fingers.

"Don't worry, they won't hurt you anymore."

I look confused at him.

"Where are we?"

Peter smiles.

"Safe."

He then sits down on the mattress next to me, slipping his arms around my shoulders and allowing me to rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes in pure pleasure, feeling his fingers on my hair.

"No one will hurt us now, my love," he murmurs melodically. "We are free."

I crack a short smile, knowing how dangerous this phrase is. Two people like us, filled with uncontrollable power, will never be safe alone. We are a danger to society, just as we are a danger to ourselves.

But who cares? I don't mind destroying the world, as long as Peter is with me.

#peter ballard #peter #peter stranger things #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fiction #peter x reader #peter x fem! reader #peter ballard x reader #fem reader #short fic #st #st fiction #st fanfiction #st fanfic #peter x you #peter ballard x you #s/n #y/n #peter ballard imagine #st4 #peter st4 #st4 fanfiction #jamie campbell fiction #jamie campbell #jamie campbell fanfiction

[the-bummer-set]

Coming soon.....

Eddie Munson fans rejoice!

#stranger things 4 #stranger things fiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

[sevensided]

Send me ST ficlet prompts!

I would love to start an ongoing series of short stories based on prompts. They can be about anything... Bonus points if it's Mike and Will, of course, but I would enjoy trying my hand at some other characters too.

#stranger things fiction #stranger things fan fic #st fan fic #st fic #byler fic #* #do it!!!!! i've wanted to do this for so long! #it'll keep my writing juices flowing

[imfinereallyy]

you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

#do I love angst? yes. but also need to be happy in my delulu world for five seconds #sometimes you need domestic fluff to soothe the burn #fan fiction #ao3 #hurt/comfort #steddie #stranger things #lumax #byler #ronance #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #archive of our own #wattpad #robin buckley #steve x eddie #happy endings

[lazylittledragon]

steddie dads??? in my 2024??? it's more likely than you'd think

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie dads #all my bg3 followers. i am also the steddie dads guy #dadding fictional men since 2022 #or before probably #it all blurs together #by the way i cloak the shit out of my art now so the nice crisp version is for the patronis

[upsidedownmvnson]

eddie wakes up from his nightmare by gasping for air

he sits up, eyes frenzied and struggling to focus in the dark. the sheets are messy, and tangled around his bare legs. he's sweating, his hair is sticking to his forehead, but all he can think about is that you're not here.

where are you?

your side of the bed is abandoned, cold. he feels like he's suffocating. he feels like he's back there. you should be here, it's the middle of the night.

he springs out of bed, looking for you. he trips over his own clothes in his messy room, grabbing onto the door handle to balance himself but throwing it open before he was even fully stable.

with a shaky voice he shouts, "babe?" down the hallway, as he leans on the wall for support. he hesitates going forward, the dark sending a chill down his spine.

"eddie?"

and it was like being reunited with gravity. his legs were less shaky, and his breathing was starting to return to normal. so he pushed forward in the dark, finding you in the kitchen with wayne. a sandwich in front of wayne and a glass of water in your hand.

"hey, you okay?" you asked, setting the drink down.

eddie couldn't speak, he just launched himself into your arms, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder, droplets of anxiety fueled tears landing on your shirt. you brush his hair with your hand, shushing him and letting him take as much comfort from you as he needed.

he's standing in dimly lit kitchen in his boxers and a ratty t-shirt, crying, but he's not ashamed. he's here, you're here, wayne's here. everyone is ok.

"it's okay, kid," wayne said, "we're right here."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things fiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things s4 #stranger things #ptsd!eddiemunson #eddie munson blurb

[bimbobaggins69]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌.

virgin eddie munson x experienced fem reader

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

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

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

wc: 3.4k

You are fuming, absolutely seething with rage.

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god!”

“Oh fuck!”

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

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

“I’m so sorr–”

“What are you do-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That alone is an aphrodisiac for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[softtdaisy]

MY WEDDING DATE

DESCRIPTION I you and Steve have to face some unsaid feelings when you bring him to your sister’s wedding as your fake-date 

PAIRING I steve harrington × fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 3k

A/N I I think I feel in love with Steve while writing this, oops

“Tell me again why I should do this?”

“You need money, I need a date. So, I’m paying you to be my date at my sister’s wedding Harrington, it’s as simple as that.”

You heard Steve grumbled before he went in the storehouse. Either to look for a movie or to ignore you, you don’t know. Steve Harrington wasn’t your first choice. When your sister announced her wedding, and how important it was her for you to be there, what a hypocritical you thought, you started looking for someone. Because there was no way you would go there and give your parents the perfect opportunity to criticize you. It seemed like since you left the house, they took even more pleasure at finding you flaws.

You asked boys from school, explaining that you would gladly pay them for the trip, but they all had perfect excuses: they already had something to do this weekend, either a game or a holiday or something else, or their girlfriends weren’t a fan of them going to a wedding with another girl. Something you would probably thought too if you were in their shoes.

When you complained to Robin about your issue, she immediately had that expression that let you know she found the perfect solution. One that seemed like she was saving the world. In this case, she was saving yours so. “You should ask Steve! I know he hasn’t anything planned, he’s supposed to work that weekend. I’ll just have to take his shift.”

You refused. There was no way you would go somewhere, alone, with Steve Harrington. Choosing to go this wedding alone or with Harrington was like choosing to get stuck in a broken elevator with your ex or your worst enemy. But as the day passed, it seemed obvious that he was your only option. Not the best, but the only one. And you would rather die than go there by yourself.

So, there you were, trying to convince Steve to come with you. Not an easy task.

“I want you to pay for my shift.” He came back from the storehouse and gave the movie to a customer. “Are you kidding me? You’re fucking rich Harrington!” you slammed the counter and apologized to the poor lady who jumped. From the look Steve gave you, you knew he wouldn’t agree for less than that. “Fine. But you’re driving;”

He put both his elbows on the counter and brought his face right in front of yours. “Fine, but I’m playing my music.” This ended up in a gaze battle that only end when a new customer entered the store.

Next thing you knew, you were sitting next to Steve in a car driving to your sister’s wedding. Now that the event was coming closer to you, you were getting more stress each minute. Even hell wouldn’t be that scary. You tried not to think too much about it while guiding your driver/fake boyfriend as good as you can. “You can turn left after the church” you weren’t even looking at the road. Simply remembering how you felt the day you took that path in the other way, leaving your own home.

“You never told me why you left your town for Hawkins.” It was almost like Steve spoke out loud without realizing it. At least, that’s what you thought. Because when you turned your head to look at him, he gave you a quick look that said “so? I’m waiting.”

You crossed your arms on your chest, protecting yourself from what was coming. Opening your heart like that wasn’t an easy task. Specially not with someone you knew and forgot how it felt to be around. “Why do you want to know?”

“Since I’m supposed to be your fake boyfriend, I guess the least I need to know is why we meet.” Technically, Steve had a point. You still hadn’t talk about your relationship and what you were going to tell your parents. And you knew that they would allude to your past. It would be ridiculous if Steve was clueless and wasn’t able to say a word about it. You had to tell him and relive for a few minutes the worst experience in your life.

“Short story: I was dating a boy. We had sex. He told everyone what we had done. Like, everything from the place to the position. So, I did the only thing I could do. I punched him in the face when I saw him. I got expelled from high school. And instead of being angry at my ex-boyfriend, my parents were ashamed that their little girl had a sexual life. So, I was sent here, in Hawkins.”

You interpreted Steve’s silence as judgement. Like he was thinking that the guy was right, that you shouldn’t have done those things, that it wasn’t a proper attitude for a girl. All the type of things you heard multiple times before leaving your childhood home.

In reality, Steve was speechless. For obvious reason, he wasn’t surprised at you having a sexual life and enjoying it. And maybe he didn’t have the perfect parents, but he couldn’t imagine hearing those types of things from the people that are supposed to protect you. If it was his daughter, he would be the one punching that shitbag of ex-boyfriend. But not only did they treat you poorly, but they send you away to pretend you didn’t exist. Yeah, some people shouldn’t get kids, he thought. “I hope I don’t have to love your parents because I don’t.”

You laughed at this, mostly from relief than Steve was on your side. You didn’t even know why it really surprised you. You wouldn’t have tried to be with him in the first place if you didn’t think he would trust you.

For the rest of the trip, you worked on your backstory. You decided to go with something rather easy to remember. You met through your mutual best-friend, Robin, at a party. You both fell for each other pretty quickly, like it was obvious that you were made for the other. You started dating four months ago, and you didn’t tell your parents before in case it didn’t work out. But you knew you were going to insist on the “Mom, I promise you it’s the one!” Simple to remember, quick to tell and you would be free for the rest of the day.

But you were clearly not ready for that day. As soon as you saw your parents, or mostly when you noticed how cold they were with you, you knew you made the right decision by bringing someone with you. At least, you could complain to Steve. Or you could hope he would protect you.

“I can’t believe you brought that man.” You heard your mom say in your back. You barely had talk to her all day. She pretended that she was too busy with your sister, which would be believable if your sister wasn’t independent and hadn’t planned her wedding by herself. But you didn’t need your mom. You kinda wished she never came to you.

You turned around to look at her, confused. How could she know Steve Harrington? She never put a foot in Hawkins since you left, and you highly doubt your aunt called her to tell her stories about teenage boys. And since you arrived, Steve had been nothing but the perfect gentleman. You wondered what could be wrong with your fake date.

Until you realized it wasn’t your date, she had a problem with. “He’s too good for you.”

“Thanks mom, I really appreciate it.” You said with a fake smile. It hurt. It would always hurt to hear your parents talk to you like that. You thought things had change since the last time but apparently, they didn’t learn how to move on in school.

“Does he even know what you’re not living here anymore?”

“You mean, does he know I had a sexual life before him? Yeah, I think he does, considering we do a lot of different things when we are alone together.” You still had that fake smile painted on your face while your mother looked more and more furious. But you couldn’t care less. You almost wanted her to break down, but it wouldn’t be fair to your little sister.

And you didn’t have the time before Steve came back and took your hand so naturally that it felt…normal.

Truth was, Steve had followed your interaction from afar. He couldn’t hear a thing, but he saw how your face kept changing. He was pretty sure your own mother couldn’t notice the little expression that lasted only seconds on your face but that shown how hurt you were by her words. She was awful with you, he could tell. And even if you weren’t always on good terms, Steve could never think that you deserve this. You were too good. Even for him.

“Tell me, Steve, I was wondering how and why you fall for my daughter.” Steve hated how she sounded so surprise about that. When, in reality, it was so easy to fall for you.

“We met at a party, after I broke up with my ex-girlfriend. I knew [y/n] but we never really talked. But that night, when she saw me standing alone with my terrible beer, she came to see me. I felt notice, and I haven’t in a long time. Trust me. But your daughter saw me, and it felt natural to spend our time together. It didn’t take me long to fall for her. We had some good and bad moments, but I know she’s the one. Nobody makes me feel the way she does.” Steve turned to look at you with a sweet smile and kissed your forehead to conclude his declaration.

That your mother was speechless wasn’t a surprise.

But you were too. Because if it wasn’t what you had planned, it was still true.

You met Steve at a party, a few weeks after his break-up with Nancy. You were both feeling terrible that night and found comfort in each other. You talked shit about your exes, drank too much and laughed a lot too. You spend the night at Steve’s place, mostly because you were scared your aunt would send you back home if she saw you that wasted. It wasn’t until the next morning, when you were both feeling better, that you kissed for the first time. You spend the whole day in Steve’s bed, discovering each other’s body until you were too tired to keep your eyes opened. You watched old movies. It was like a dream. You probably would have thought it never happened if you didn’t do it again multiple times after that day.

You got attached to Steve. You really believed you had found someone that was understanding you and loving you. That maybe you could start a new life here with someone new who wouldn’t break your heart.

That was until Steve broke what you had, and you never talked again. At least, not until a few days ago.

“Good for you” your mother said before leaving the two of you alone in the middle of the room. She was clearly disappointed that this relationship was working. Or, at least, that this fake relationship was looking enough real to be believable.

You looked at Steve frowning, because you were also confused about why Steve sounded so convincing. He tried to not look at you, pretending you weren’t around until you hit his chest. “What the hell was that Harrington?”

“I just added my own truth in our lie.” He said, imitating a chef pouring salt on his plate. You couldn’t help but laugh at that. You weren’t sure about bringing Steve here until he said all those beautiful things. He even convinced you that you were in a relationship. But more important, he was just like the sun in the middle of a nightmare. You hated being there, but he made it look cooler. Maybe it was Steve’s secret power. Because as far as you remembered, it was also the way you were feeling when you were seeing each other. Nothing could go wrong when you were in Steve’s arms.

Maybe that’s the reason you felt miserable since you stopped sleeping together.

You were going to sit back at the table, waiting for the best part of the night aka the diner, when Steve pulled you by the hand. “If you think you’re going to miss the slow, you’re wrong. I’m not getting paid for sitting.” That’s when you realized Stevie Wonder’s voice was resonating in the middle of the room and your sister was dancing with her husband. You tried to convince Steve with a pout that you didn’t have to go, but it didn’t work.

You were now dancing with Steve. No matter how many nights you spent with him, it was the more intimate you’ve ever been with each other. You felt safe in his arms. You could feel his heartbeat even underneath your clothes and the loud music. It was almost like there were only two people in the room, and clearly the groom and the bride weren’t invited.

When you finished dancing, someone rushed to you too. “Here, I took this polaroid of you. You looked adorable!” And you were indeed, looking adorable on this picture. You noticed how Steve was looking at you so dearly and how his hands seemed to hold you like he was scared you would run away. But he wasn’t the only betraying himself on the picture. The smile on your face was speaking for you hidden feelings. You felt good with him, like you did before.

“Thank you,” Steve finally said since you weren’t answering the poor guy and took the picture from your hand. He winked at you before putting it in his jacket “I want a proof that you enjoyed that night.”

And you did, thanks to him. But you were glad to go back to your hotel room. You had enough of your family drama and just wanted to lay quickly on the bed. And have a good night of sleep.

Or at least, that was what you thought. Because as soon as you were lying on the bed, you couldn’t think about anything else that the man next to you.

You glimpsed Steve when he left the bathroom, only wearing a pajama’s pant. You always had a thing for his hairy torso and damn, that was the only thing on your mind right now. Maybe not the only one. But clearly at the top of your list with other Steve’s body part that were touching you that night. That man was driving you crazy.

“I’m sorry.” You heard Steve mumbled. You hesitated a few seconds before turning to look at him. He was still lying on his back, his arms crossed under his head, looking at the roof. You frowned, wondering if he even noticed you turned to him or if he was too lost in his mind. You slowly put a hand on his chest and when you noticed the small smile on his lips, you knew he felt you. You had many questions to ask, mainly about why he was sorry or about what he told your mother earlier.

But there was one thing you remembered from your days with him: he spent so many years not being listened to, that Steve was still afraid of opening up to people. He would rather hide his feelings than be honest and risked being laughed at. So you accepted to wait until he felt ready.

“When we met, I just had broken up with Nancy. I was miserable. And you arrived, with your fiery temperament and your beautiful body, I couldn’t resist. I needed you. You helped me a lot, made me feel good about myself. I felt desired with you. And I hope I helped you too, even if you never told me until today what was on your mind, I hope I did. But then…I fell for you, [y/n]. I fell hard and I was scared. Because I knew I wasn’t in my best state to start a new relationship. I was scared that I would treat you badly. That’s why I stopped everything, I couldn’t…I couldn’t risk hurting you so much you would hate me. Apparently, I did make the right decision since you still hated me and I started avoiding you too to not grow my feelings back. But tonight…”

You listened silently to every word Steve said. And now he was facing you and you could tell from his face that he was scared and insecure about what he was saying. Maybe you were going to reject him. Maybe you were going to say it was too late now to start something. But maybe it felt good to open his heart for once. “Tonight, you made me fall in love with you again.” he whispered, staring into your eyes.

Those were the words you hoped to hear so many times in the past. But coming from Steve, it meant even more. Because he was the guy that made you believe you could be lovable too, you could be appreciated just like you were, no matter your past or your action. And even if he hadn’t said those words, you would have known. Steve’s eyes weren’t lying. And there was so much love in them, you could only hope it was for you.

Now you knew it was.

You brushed his cheek with so much tenderness, he closed his eyes to appreciate your touch even more. He even slid his lips towards your hand to kiss it slowly. “You made me fall for you too, Harrington.” Steve looked up at you, like he was searching from the truth on your face, scared that you might not mean it. To prove him you were honest, you slowly climb on top of him and grabbed his face between your hands.

From all the kisses you shared with Steve, this one was the purest. Because it was full of loved and shared feelings. No more heading, no more fear, just love.

You and Steve were just two souls hoping to find someone who would understand them and love them. Thankfully, you found each other.

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[redheadspark]

Remember…..

Summary: Eddie comforts you after another nightmare of the Upside Down

Warnings: small angst but mostly fluff

A/N: Eddie lives in my opinion. Screw the duffer bros for killing him off. He’s alive for me!

“No! No please…please don’t…dont!”

You gasp for air, your eyes opening And tears since you thought that he got you finally. But you realize that you were in your hospital room, safe and sound and away from the Upside Down

Alway from Vecna

There’s no one else in the room with you, or so you thought. The hospital room was dark, the only sounds heard are the beeping of your monitor and the gasping of your lips. But one more noise could be heard up to your left, making you look over to see a hunched over body on the side of your bed in a deep, heavy sleep. The soft sounds of snoring with heard from the nose, along with the shaggy hair made you quickly smile in relief.

Eddie Munson. Alive and safe with you in this world.

You didn’t know how you were kidnapped and taken away from your family: one minute you were hearing chimes from a bell of a clock, seeing images of dead people and your dead mother. Lastly, a nasty looking demon who was looking at you like a prize, or food. Maybe both. But he trapped you, taking you out of your home and to some dark place.

But the next thing you knew, Eddie was saving you from being taken away forever. The look of massive relief and love on his face as he woke you up was something you would never ever forget for the rest of your life. You were beyond delighted to see him, tears of joy with streaming down your face as you two embraced finally.

“I got you, baby! I got you and I’m not lettin’ you go ever again!” he vowed against you lips as you two kissed.

He wasn’t alone, a group of friends that you barely knew from Hawkins High was with him. He looked so relieved to see you though you were trapped in covered in vines and gunk. They were going to stop the very demon that took you away, stopping him for good to make sure that he would never hurt anyone else again.

In short, they were going to save the world.

Now that they finished Vecna off and that the world was right again, Eddie took you to the hospital to make sure that you were okay. His name was cleared with the police, no longer wanted for murderer or being the suspect of those other three kids who died, including your old best friend Chrissy Cunningham.

He was now a free man, and although some of the townspeople are still skeptical about him, you were just more than happy that he was no longer framed for murder.

You are banged up and bruised from your time in the Upside Down, so you had to stay overnight for a few days in the hospital to make sure that you were checked thoroughly and healthy. Eddie volunteered to stay with you the whole time, his Uncle saying that it was OK because he knew that you were going to be well taken care of with Eddie.

Since you made it to the hospital though, you have been getting nightmares almost every night about your time in the Upside Down and your time with Vecna. You could almost hear his voice taunting you and showing you those images of your dead mother, making you feel the worse and more vulnerable than ever before.

But every time you woke up, Eddie was there to wrap his arms around you to comfort you. It was a safe haven for you, to hear his voice in your ear telling you that you’re safe, that you were out of the upside down, and that he was right there next to you.

Eddie knew what it was like since he saw Chrissy die in front of him at his mobile home, that raw fear of not knowing what to do or now to fix a situation that scared you to your core. You remembered when he went into hiding after and he called you, telling you what happened with genuine fear in his tone on the phone.

“You believe me, right baby?” He asked in worry to you on the other line.

“Of course I do, Eds! You would never do that to anyone! We’re gonna fix this, okay?”

You were helping his friends from the Hellfire Club to clear his name and to figure out who was behind all these murder. You did know Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler from their time at Hawkins high school with you, so you did have them along with Robin since she was a friend from band.

But that one night when Vecna took you as bait changed everything.

“Hey…hey it’s okay, sweetheart,”

Eddie woke up from his side of the room near your hospital bed, seeing you looking rather distressed with tears in your eyes. He was concerned, reaching over to you and tracing away the tears on your cheeks with his calloused thumbs. That touch grounded you, it made you remember that the dream was no longer there and you are in reality.

“ Was it the same dream?” He asked very softly and gently as you nodded your head slowly, showing your grim look on your face. He sighed, pressing kiss after kiss on both cheeks and then your forehead as he then maneuvered himself into the hospital bed with you.

Although the hospital bed was a bit tiny, you both are small enough that you both could fit perfectly together. Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist and behind your head to cradle you close. Then your nose and your head against his neck, your sighing in relief to breathe him in. The soft scents of weed, sweat and something that was only Eddie made you feel safe.

“We’re not there anymore, baby,” he reminded you, his voice soothing and raw against your head as he spoke, “We killed that asshole and saved the world. Now we can be together and not worry about him anymore,”

“I didn’t wanna loose you, Eds,” you croaked. There was one moment in the upside down, where Eddie was battling off some demon like bats and he almost got killed right in front of your very eyes. You were so worried in for a split moment, you truly thought, he was gone forever and that you were going to be utterly alone.

Thankfully, he stayed alive very well. Very wounded, but very much alive. You did thank your lucky stars that you weren’t going to lose Eddie.

“Baby,” Eddie cooed at you as he rang his fingers in your hair, “There’s nothing on this world, or even any Upside Down for that matter, they’ll break the two of us apart. Ever. We’re endgame, remember? I can promise you that from the very bottom of my heart.”

 You knew that to be true. When you two got together when you were ago you were the happiest you could’ve ever been. And he was the perfect boyfriend for you. Even with his metal head persona that he put on for most of Hawkins High, he was never that way with you.

 He was kind and gentle with his actions and his words, he always made you laugh in those darker times that you have within your mind, and he never ever left you in a bad state of mind when it came to a dark day.

You love tutoring him in math and science when he knew he was struggling, you love ditching class with him if you wanted to just smoke weed with him in his van on a warm afternoon, and you loved hearing him talk about Dungeons and Dragons until there was no breath left on his lips. You two completed each in more ways than one, and you both had plans after you both graduated from Hawkins.

”We’re gonna get out of this town as soon as you’re okay with the Docs, remember our plan?“ he asked as you two were still in an embrace together in your hospital bed, “We’re gonna go to Cincinnati, the both of us will be in college and get our degrees since you saved my ass from failing! I’m gonna be in a band and you’re gonna be in a book shop running the place, we’re gonna live in a studio and…”

Eddie went on about your future together as you were falling sleep within his arms, peace back in your mind again and nothing but calmness too. Eddie helped you in more ways than one, and you knew that you helped him too

Eddie made you remember not the bad times but the good, the better times that have already happened, and the times yet to come.

He kissed your head when he saw you asleep, the nightmares no longer evident on your calm face. Eddie feel asleep too, the pair of your dreaming of your new life that was about to begin. Away from Hawkins, and away from the Upside Down

The End

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Dirty little secret

Summary: Eddie is in desperate need of a fake girlfriend after lying to his band mates about his dream girl.

Warnings: so extremely cheesy, corny, very much classic romcom tropes! Swearing, smut :p not exactly proofread!!

Wc: 11.5k

Y/n walks home, soft rain pattering on the concrete, she watches the drops splash on her black boots. After a long shift at the hideout all she wants to do is get back home to her cozy apartment where she can wash the liquor scent off of her and become useless on her couch.

“Hey, you!” She adjusts her tiny headphones, turning up the volume on her Walkman to drown out any noise around her. “Hey!” She walks a little faster when she spots a van out of her peripheral vision. The van drives slowly, matching her speed. “Hey!” She finally pulls one headphone away from her ear, turning to look at the man.

“What?!” His eyes widen for a second before they return back to normal. “You work at the bar right? The hideout?” She gives him a skeptical look, either he is a regular or a stalker and she doesn’t have the time for either. “Why should I tell you?!” The wavy haired man softly laughs, his ringed hand tapping on the exterior of the old van. “I see you there all the time.”

“Hm…well maybe you’re thinking of someone else?” Y/n picks back up and continues her walk home, but not before she's stopped again. “I need you to do me a favor!” She slowly turns her head back to him, trying to decide if she should give him the time of day or continue on home. “Before you call me crazy and run away, I’m Eddie, my band plays at the hideout every tuesday- you've worked a couple shifts when we play.”

She huffs, but ultimately decides that he might have something valuable to say. “Yeah, so what?”

“So,” he pulls the key out of his van and steps out, feeling the relief of his jeans clad legs finally being stretched. “Just hear me out before you say anything, okay? Basically I'm like the only single one in my band so I kind of…maybe told them that I have a girlfriend?” Eddie finally ends his spell and waits for Y/n’s response. She tosses her arms out a little, letting her hands slap back on her legs. “Sorry about that. What does this have to do with me?”

Eddie gives her a smile, “And that’s where you come in. You are… close enough to the description of what I gave them. So what do you say? Will you be my fake girlfriend?” She blinks at him, her eyes bugging out in disbelief of what she’s hearing. She scoffs, not being able to form any words. Gulping, she finally musters up a response to this maniac. “Are you serious?! What’s wrong with you? We hardly know each other.” She rubs her forehead, looking back down at the sidewalk.

“Well, yeah. I need this, I’ll pay you back! I’m not sure how, but I promise I’ll make it up to you! And who wouldn’t want to have this.” His hands scan his body, trying to show off what a prize he is. Y/n shakes her head, not that this isn't interesting, and maybe the drama of it all will spice up her ever so boring life of sleeping and working, but she still isn’t sure. “I’ll have to think about it. I’ll call you!”

And with that she makes her way back to her apartment.

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Y/n’s been thinking a lot about that strange encounter with Eddie earlier. He wasn’t a complete stranger, She’s been there a couple times when his band was playing a gig at the hideout but they’ve never had more than a five sentence conversation. She’s gotten into a bad loop of sleeping, working, sleeping, working, she hardly sees friends anymore and she definitely isn’t going out of her way to make any fun just herself, so fake dating really didn’t seem too bad. Maybe this will get her out of the house, and add a little excitement.

She flops open the phone book, finding Eddie’s number and dialing it. She waits for him to pick up, sitting on the counter, picking at her nails. He finally answers and her ear is instantly flooded with the sound of his raspy, sleepy voice. She has to admit, when she heard his tired voice she felt her breath hitch a little.

“What do you want?” He almost growls, his sleepy eyes growing heavier by the second, threatening to close and send him back into a deep sleep. “It’s me, Y/n. I was thinking about our conversation earlier.”

Eddie blinks his eyes back open, “So you call me at one in the morning? Couldn’t this have waited?” Y/n rolls her eyes, but damns herself for continuing to ignore the healthy sleep schedule she so desperately needs. “Well, I was going to agree to it. But maybe it’s just one of those crazy one AM thoughts. Who knows?”

Eddie rubs his hand over his face, rolling his eyes. “Are you doing it or what?” She waits a best before responding, to give herself a second longer to really think it through- but mainly just to leave Eddie waiting. “I’m doing it. But we need to lay down some ground rules. I’ll come over at two tomorrow-“ suddenly she’s interrupted by Eddie’s groggy voice “don’t you mean today?” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “I’ll see you at two.”

And just like that, she’s fake dating Eddie Munson.

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Y/n knocks on the door or Eddie’s trailer, patiently waiting to hear him walking towards the door. He flings open the door, standing in a pair of sweatpants with his plaid boxers coming out and a cut off tank top with his lower belly slightly peeking out from his hand resting at the top of the door frame.

“Come on in.” His free hand glides out to show her the way and he lets her step inside before shutting the door behind her. “This is my palace. Take a seat on the couch and I’ll be back with refreshments.” He walks down the hallway and soon joins Y/n on the couch with a cigarette between his lips, offering her one then lighting his own. “No thanks.” She moves the pack away from her and sits her bag in her lap.

“What did you call this meeting for?” He pulls his cigarette away from his lips, letting out the white Smokey air.

“If we are going to fake date we are going to do it my way.” Eddie glances at her without moving his head, then looks right back at the television. “We need to ease into it, not packing on the PDA right off the bat, but also seeming comfortable around each other. And I think it would help if we did some sort of test run, maybe I could properly meet these bandmates of yours before we jump in?”

Eddie ashes his cigarette, “Did you major in fake dating or something?”

“Haha, very funny asshole. Do you want to do this or not? You’re trying to act smug but you’re the one who had to lie to his friends about having a girlfriend.” Eddie lets out a sigh, extending his response by taking a long drag from his cigarette. “You’ll properly meet them on Friday.” She nods, jotting it down on her planner.

“We need to lay some ground rules, obviously don’t try to randomly shove your tongue down my throat. I think since it’ll be the first time I'm meeting them let’s just keep it simple, maybe hand holding, a cheek kiss or two. Nothing crazy.” Eddie laughs, leaning forward and crushing his cigarettes in the glass ashtray already full of white and grey ashes and cigarette butts.

“I’m not going to fuck you infront of them or anything, don’t worry. I understand boundaries.” He gives her a smile, faint dimples carving in his cheeks. He’s lucky he’s got a pretty face or she’d storm out right now.

She gives him a disapproving look before shaking her annoyance off and continuing with the plan. “Hugs, hand holding that’s all fine, cheek kisses or whatever- I guess that’s okay all the time. But an actual kiss or anything like that needs a little warning and easing into.”

“Yeah, all sounds good to me. So I’ll see you Friday?”

“See you Friday.”

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Eddie’s van is pretty cozy. Despite the five curbs he’s run over and the ten stop signs he’s blown through, it’s actually been a nice ride. The diner they were meeting at was about fifteen minutes away and Eddie had called her an hour before telling her he was going to pick her up. His van was warm, surprisingly smelt good (she noticed the cherry scented air freshener he hung up), and was actually pretty clean. He had a few books in the back, a water bottle or two and a few cartons of cigarettes in the door- but it had a homey feel.

“Haha, sorry.” Eddie murmurs, making her sling forward as he breaks hard. Thank god for seatbelts.

He pulls into the diner parking lot, looking around to find a parking spot. The diner is pretty cute from the outside, it has. A blue roof and a bright LED sign, large windows giving you a peek into the busy restaurant.

Eddie jumps out, racing to open the door. “They are already here.” He holds a hand out, helping her out of the van. They walk inside, Eddie leading the way to the table the guys were sitting at. “Hey guys,” Eddie gives a little wave, pulling a seat out for Y/n then plopping himself next to her at the table. The diner was bright, checkered floors with red and white booth seats, neon colors everywhere. “This is Y/n, Y/n these are the guys.”

She smiles, shyly tucking her hair behind her ear. A boy with brown feathery hair sticks his hand out, “Hi gorgeous, I’m Gareth.”

Suddenly Eddie was hyper aware of the fact that his band mates were oogling his (fake) girlfriend. He grabs the underside of her chair and pulls her closer, reaching over Y/n and pushing Gareth’s hand down. “And he has a girlfriend.” Eddie stretches his arm in the top of Y/n’s chair, guarding her from the others.

“Well it’s nice to meet you guys! Eddie has told me so much about you.” She smiles, feeling warm and awkward with all the eyes on her. “Like what?” Another one speaks up, staring at her awkwardly. Eddie leans in her ear “That’s Doug. Ignore him.” Y/n softly laughs, “Tons of good stuff! I’ve seen you guys play a couple of times at the hideout. I work there every other day during the week and all weekend. I’m excited to get to know you all a little better.”

“Well, you’ll have tons of time on the trip! I’m Jeff. We’re all so excited to finally meet you, Eddie has really talked you up. I’m bringing my partner, Gareth and Doug are bringing their girlfriends so you won’t have to deal with us alone!” Y/n gives Jeff a sweet smile before turning her head to Eddie, her face instantly changing. “What the fuck is he talking about!?” She whispers, leaning in to whisper in Eddie’s ear.

“We’ll be right back.” Eddie announces to the group before him and Y/n step aside.

“What trio are they talking about?! You didn’t tell me about a trip!” Eddie rubs his face, “We go on a ‘group bonding’ trip every year. That's why I needed you, I couldn’t not bring a girl when everyone else is bringing their partners.” She groans, suddenly growing the urge to stomp her foot and fold her arms like a child.

“When is it?”

“Next week”

“How long will we be gone?”

“Only a week.”

Y/n huffs, rubbing her forehead then crossing her arms. “I think I can swing it. I never miss a day at work and I’m always on time, and I always pick up extra shifts if they need someone so maybe I can talk them into some sort of paid time off?”

Eddie bites at his fingernails, “so you’re coming?”

“I guess so.” Eddie claps, giving her a smile. “You won’t regret it, sweets!”

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It’s a chilly morning, the ground frosted over, chattering teeth and near frozen eyelashes, but with the body heat of five guys, and two girls, Y/n was more than warm. Usually being up at Seven in the morning on such a cold winter morning would have Y/n seething with regret and frustration for agreeing to such early plans, but this morning was quite different already.

Eddie picks her up last, giving her a little extra time to sleep since she had previously made it very clear that if she doesn’t get a full eight hours of sleep she will not be getting out of bed at all and if she is forced she will “reign terror on all of Hawkins”. He tosses her luggage in the back, the other girlfriends already asleep in the back row, and then lets her hop in the passenger seat as they head up to the cabin they rented for the trip.

The boys are loud, and the music they blast was about to give Y/n a major migraine, but it was oddly enjoyable. They had a nice energy to them, they were all smiles and laughs, the good energy was rubbing off on her.

She was looking forward to this week, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, especially if she got some alone time. She’s always thinking she needs to give herself a break since it’s not stop working for her, and this is the week just for that. She’s overpacked but not in her mind, she’s brought anything and everything she needs to make this week's stay as comfortable as she can and she intends to do that. She hopes the cabin has a nice big bathtub so she can use the fancy bath salts she packed.

Eddie turns the music down a couple notches, “having a good time?” He reaches for her hand, and at first she almost pulls it away but reminds herself that they have to act natural. “Yeah, the music is a little loud though.” He laughs, “they’ll be louder than the music will ever get if I try to turn it down. Good luck.”

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The drive hasn’t been so bad, now that they are an hour into the drive the boys have settled down, the adrenaline and excitement has worn off and now they are a little sleepy. Everyone’s head is either pressed against the window or sagging back onto the headrest of their seats. Y/n huffs, sinking into the passenger seat that is growing evermore uncomfortable by the second. She presses her forehead against the glass of the window, closing her eyes.

Eddie pants her hand and she cracks an eye open. “No you don’t. If I can’t get any sleep you can’t either. You can sleep once we’re at the cabin.” She groans, rubbing her eyes while trying to stretch to the best of her abilities in the limited space. She wracks her brain, trying to recall a time where she agreed to be woken up early, then stay up the whole two hour drive with Eddie while everyone else slept- but she guesses it’s a good thing a girlfriend would do.

“Okay, but” she yawns. “I don’t know if that will last long.”

Eddie turns the music up a little louder, “we’ll stop to get gas soon. Just hang in there for about five more minutes maybe? There should be something coming up.”

A couple more minutes pass by and before y/n knows it Eddie is pulling up to a gas pump. She swings the door open, jumping out. The relief of stretching her legs is unmatched and she paces a couple times.

Everyone stumbles out of the van, everyone equally as excited to be able to stretch their bodies and get some fresh air that wasn’t contaminated by cigarette smoke or the smell of a bunch of twenty year old boys.

As Eddie shoves the nozzle in and starts pumping gas he wraps his arm around Y/n, pulling her into a little hug. She leans in, resting her head against his chest. His hand reaches up to play with her hair and she pulls away from the hug, letting his arm continue to rest around her shoulder and play in her hair.

It is a little awkward to hang on to each other like that but she’s going to have to get used to it if she’s going to survive the week. She came here to do this favor for Eddie, and as much of an annoying asshole he is, she still plans to follow through with this to the best of her abilities.

“You can head in with them.” Eddie says, nodding over to the group that is heading into the gas station to grab whatever road trip snacks they can find. “It’s fine, It would make more sense to stay with you, right? I don’t really do this whole dating thing.” Eddie nods, “Me either. If I’m honest, I’ve never really had a girlfriend. I wasn’t exactly the most popular in high school.”

“Yeah, I had a few dates but they never went anywhere.”

The gang comes out of the store, white bags filled up with different bags of chips, cookies, and different sodas. Eddie tops off the tank, closing it up and opening Y/n’s door before hopping back in and starting up the van to continue their journey up to the cabin.

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The sudden stop wakes Y/n up, feeling Eddie’s warm hand on her shoulder softly shaking her awake. She rubs her eyes, yawning. “Are we there?” Eddie laughs, “Yeah, we’re here.” She blinks her eyes open. The snow is falling, bundling the dark cabin in a white blanket of snow. It piles up high on the ground and stacks up on the room. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful.” She steps out of the car, pulling zipping her coat up to her chin to hide herself from the bitter cold.

Eddie opens the trunk of the van, pulling out everyone’s luggage. He throws his beat up old duffle bag around his shoulder and then grabs Y/n’s suitcase, lifting it so it doesn’t track snow in. “It’s okay, I’ve got it.” Eddie shakes his head, “I’ve got it, sweets. I’m pretty strong.” He mumbles with a wink, grabbing the key from the mailbox and unlocking the door.

Y/n has to keep her jaw from dropping. The cabin is absolutely beautiful, big and open with warm, dim lighting. There’s a brick fireplace in the living room with a big puffy couch, knit blankets tossed over the back, Sliding glass doors that lead out to a big deck. When you walk in there is a kitchen to your left, a round wooden dining table with glossy cabinets, little green accents all through the kitchen.

Eddie leans forward, “stop gawking and go snatch the best room before anyone else can.” And with that Y/n turns the corner, walking through the hallway and jogging upstairs. All the bedroom doors are open, showing off the perfectly pristine rooms. She peeks through each room until she stumbles upon the biggest one. She opens the door to the bathroom, a nice big bathtub with a standing shower next to it, a big mirror and two sinks.

She would definitely be comfortable here for a week. A big cozy cabin that looks like it’s straight out of a fairytale book, the biggest and nicest room with snow blowing in, she didn’t have anywhere to be or anything to do besides relax. The only downside is that she would have to constantly be putting in a performance when in front of everyone but despite that, it was perfect.

“Well I could get used to this.” She hears Eddie’s deep voice from behind her. Spinning around on her heels, Eddie gives her a quick smile. “Nice huh? And where will you be sleeping? The floor?” Y/n rolls her eyes at him, “No, maybe you should go sleep on the couch downstairs while I take this nice bed.” She pats the king sized bed while Eddie throws their bags on it. “Or maybe there will be a spare room for you?”

It’s Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes. He crosses his arms against his chest, “in all seriousness, let’s just try to make this weekend as easy as possible. And don’t go falling in love with me, sweets.”

She fake gags then opens her suitcase, if she’s going to be staying here for a week she’s going to make it comfortable. She pulls her folded clothes out and shoves them into the dresser, then hangs her sweaters and whatever else she doesn't want getting creased or wrinkled. She takes out all of her toiletries, stashing them in their respective spots in the bathroom.

“I’m going to shower. I want to wash all your cigarette stench off.” Eddie nods, yawning. “Yeah, I’m going to build a fire. The guys are already bitching that they are cold.”

“Okay, I’ll be down soon.” She grabs a change of clothes, something cozy to bundle up in since today they were just getting comfortable in the cabin. “See you later.”

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Eddie sits next to the fireplace, tossing wood into it to start a fire so everyone will get off his ass about how cold they are.

“So how long have you and Y/n been together?” Jen, Gareth’s girlfriend asks. Eddie rubs his forehead, glancing over at the group who is all huddled on the couch. “Um, about six months I guess?” Maybe that’s how long he has been trying to lie about a girlfriend? He knows it’s pathetic, really, but with the way his friends (even his 16 year old friends) were making him feel about being single was too much that he had to make up some fake girlfriend.

“Awe! You guys are so cute together! How did you meet?” Eddie strikes a match then tosses it in to start the fire. Not exactly how he learned in cub scouts but it was good enough. “We met at the hideout. She works there.” He scratches his face, he’s not really in the mood to try to make up anymore details of his and Y/n's fake relationship.

“Were you playing a gig? That’s so cute! Have you said I love you yet?!” Jen is a nice girl, but god does she ask a lot of questions.

Out of the corner of his eye Eddie sees Y/n walk down the hallway and into the living room to join the rest of the group, and fuck is he happy to see her. “There you are. How was your shower?” Y/n takes her place next to Eddie, sitting by the fireplace. “It was good! I feel a lot better now.”

Now that they are here at the cabin with everyone, maybe they have underestimated how difficult this is going to be. Now that this is the first time everyone is properly meeting Y/n and getting to know them as a couple there will probably be endless questions about their relationship, their future plans, etc.

“Good, good. Now you can relax.” He picks at his nails, closing his eyes to relax.

Every year this trip is the highlight of his year. He loves coming up here and staying in for a week, doing absolutely nothing at all but hanging out with the guys. Usually they have some big fun thing planned, skiing, snowboarding, one year they tried to ice skate but that didn’t go very well, but with the stress of Eddie having to find someone to have a fake relationship with- well, they didn’t really get to plan anything big. But that’s okay, these trips are really all about reconnection and spending some quality time together.

“We were just talking about how cute you and Eddie are!” Y/n gives Jen a polite smile. “Oh I’m sure Eddie just loved that, hm?” She pats Eddie’s chest, relaxing back into the pillows Eddie threw down by the fireplace for him to sit. “I was just asking him some questions, is all. You guys met at the hideout? He said that you work there!”

Y/n glances over at Eddie. “Yeah, he was playing a gig when we met. I guess his whole rockstar thing just kind of drew me in. Love at first sight!”

“Oh, so you guys have said I love you!?” Eddie and Y/n make direct eye contact, and thank god Eddie had a little sketch book out or else they both would’ve been in trouble. He quickly scribbles in the corner of the book, his handwriting spikey and in all caps reading “we’ve been together for 6 months” trying to quickly fill her in on a few things they haven’t gone over due to Jen’s questions.

“Yeah, yeah. What about you and Gareth? Enough about us!” Y/n shifts the conversation, not wanting to get caught up in any confusion or lies. “Enough about you?! This is the first time we’ve met Eddie’s girlfriend! To be honest I didn’t know if we were ever going to meet you, he’s hidden you from us for so long I just want to know everything.”

Y/n wanted to kill Eddie for refusing to go over more plans for this fake dating scheme, but she also wanted to thank him for taking a hundred stops on the trip even though she was annoyed. He made her wake up so early just for him to stop every fifteen minutes and make them get to the cabin at sundown. She blames all the peach tea he was guzzling but she’s so thankful for it at this moment.

“It’s getting kind of late. I think I’m going to head to bed. Tomorrow we’ll have all day to get to know each other, right? Eddie has talked about you so much so I can’t wait to get to know you.” She tries to politely excuse her and Eddie off to bed but she gets pulled back down by Jen’s constant questioning. “It’s only nine! How are you already sleepy?” Jen laughs, repositioning herself to get comfortable to stay up a couple more hours.

“She gets car sick. So I think we’re going to get some shut eye.” He stands up, putting his hands on Y/n’s shoulders and giving them a quick rub as she leads the way off to their room.

Once they get in the room Eddie shuts the door. “What the fuck are we going to do about Jen’s constant questioning?!” Y/n scoffs and shakes her head, dressing down the bed for sleep since they don’t have much else to do. “You’re the one who said it was “dramatic and not necessary” to go over the details! Eddie groans, flopping down on the bed. “This is your fault, Eddie! Don’t get grumpy with me.”

“Shit!”

“Shit is right! We will just have to go over whatever details we can think of tonight.” Eddie stands back up, dropping his pants and ripping his shirt off until he’s just in tube socks and boxers. He slides back in bed, taking his time to get comfortable, ignoring the fact that he’s loudly fluffing his pillow and practically jumping on the bed. Y/n huffs, tossing a body pillow in the middle of the bed to separate their sides.

“How are we supposed to know what the fuck else she’s going to ask us?! She might personally quiz us on facts about each other.” Y/n’s throws her hands in the air, “Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. We just go over simple things that a girlfriend and boyfriend should know about each other! Some family stuff, age, name, the obvious!”

“Well I’m pretty sure we’re the same age, and you know my name!” Eddie tosses and turns trying to get in the perfect spot. “Keep your voice down or they are going to think we’re fighting and question us even more.”

“Okay, my name is Eddie, your name is Y/n, we’re both twenty-two-unless you’re hiding something? You’re favorite thing about me is my gorgeous hair and my favorite thing about you is your personality. Is that solved?”

Y/n’s jaw almost drops at how annoying he can be. “I’m going to bed! I guess we’ll just play this all by ear.”

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Three days into the trip and it’s been a breeze. Eddie and Y/n have had a few hiccups, but nothing to throw them off too hard. Jen got the message and stopped her constant questions, which kind of made them feel bad because she didn’t mean any harm, she’s just a curious cat.

After more arguing they finally settled down and stopped being so stubborn and went over a few things. They both got to know the basics, just simple get to know me icebreakers you would tell about yourself on the first date- not that either of them would really know what to say on a first date, but they tried to fill each other in as best as possible without staying up all night to share their whole life story.

“You know, you snore really fucking loud.” Eddie says, walking out of the bathroom with toothpaste still on his chin. Y/n folds up her clothes, shaking her head. “Well you kick, and you groan, and you drool but I haven’t complained about it.” A smile appears on Eddie’s plump lips as he walks over to what has become his side of the room, digging through his bag to find some clothes for the day.

“You love every second of it.” Y/n raises her eyebrow, “I’ll see you downstairs, weirdo.”

Y/n joins the group downstairs, everyone huddled in the kitchen eating breakfast. “Hey guys” smiles full of pancakes and bacon greet her back. “Where is Eddie?” Jeff asks, looking around to see if he had missed him- which was pretty hard to do since he sticks out like a sore thumb with his crazy dark hair and his loud mouth. “He should be coming down any second!” She grabs a plate, adding two pancakes onto it, a pat of butter, and some maple syrup.

Eddie comes down almost scarily quiet, coming up behind her and kissing her cheek. “Oh thanks for making my plate, sweets!” He takes the plate of pancakes from her, adding on some bacon and a mountain of potatoes. “Gotta fuel up for the day.” He gives his signature smile then shovels a pile of pancakes into his mouth.

Y/n shakes her head, grabbing another plate and making breakfast of her own- again. She joins the rest of the group at the table, sitting down next to Eddie where he shovels food into his mouth like a starved man.

“I can’t believe we still have eleven days left of the trip.” Doug says, a smile on his face. “It’ll be over before we know it. I don’t want it to end!” Y/n turns to look at Eddie, his face just as full of confusion as hers is. “What do you mean eleven days? Are we not leaving Monday morning?” Y/n looks around, waiting for a response while everyone looks at her confused. “What the hell are you talking about?” Eddie says between a mouthful of potatoes.

“I’d like to know too.” Y/n says, her voice slow and confused.

“We’re staying here for two weeks. That’s been the plan all along.” Jeff pipes up, shrugging at Eddie like he’s stupid. “Well who the fuck was going to tell me that?” Eddie gulps down orange juice after then wipes the juice that falls from his plump lips with the back of his ringed hand. “We all decided to add another week to the trip, you were there.” Eddie tosses his hands up in the air and Y/n stands up, grabbing his arm to lead him to the bathroom to talk about whatever the hell was going on.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me we’re staying here for two weeks?!” Eddie scoffs at Y/n, shaking his head. “Obviously I didn’t know either! You think I wouldn’t have told you?” She groans, smacking her hand down on the sink. “Why didn’t you pay attention?!”

Eddie’s jaw drops, throwing his arms in the air. “Maybe if you would have paid more attention you would’ve figured it out!”

Y/n grabs the hand towel, slapping him in the arm with it. “You’re so frustrating!” The room goes silent for a while, both of them thinking how this is going to work out, how they can deal with another week of this without cracking.

Suddenly Y/n hears Eddie’s deep chuckle, shooting her head up to see his arms cross against his chest while he has a crooked smirk on his face. “What?” He continues to laugh, rubbing a hand over his mouth to try to stop the laughter. “Are you done with your fit now?” She’s a little annoyed, but can’t help but crack a smile. All Y/n has to do is let her family know that she will be gone another week so they don’t get worried if they try to call or visit, she needs to call the hideout and let her manager know that she’s going to be gone longer than anticipated. And luckily she has enough to fall back on since she will be out of work for two weeks.

“I think I can swing it.” She rubs her forehead, “Yeah, it’ll be fine.”

Eddie claps his hands together, smiling. “Then let’s get back out there and shove our faces full before we head out today.”

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Thankfully, the group found some stuff to do so they won’t be totally cooped up in the cabin the whole entire trip. The guys want to go to some of the bars around the little town they were staying in, and there are some random touristy spots they wanted to hit, like a snowy hike Eddie seemed excited for, but Y/n is not excited in the slightest. She wasn’t excited for hiking in the freezing cold, ice everywhere, smoke coming from your mouth anytime you speak, teeth chattering.

“Are you almost ready?” Eddie asks, pushing the door to the bathroom where she is getting ready. She gasps, looking back at Eddie. “What the fuck?” A smeared black line is under her eye, blinking fast since the wand hit her pupil. “Um, you’ve got something right here.” She groans, smacking her hand down on the sink, letting her mascara wand fall from her hand.

“You just ruined my makeup, Eddie!” He walks back over to her, lifting his hand up and circling around his eye. “Right there?” She nods, “Yeah, you don’t need all that shit anyways. It just hides your face from me.” Y/n is taken aback, her face gets hot as he walks out of the room.

“What?”

“Five minutes! Come on!” He claps his hands together as she hears him swing the door open and jog down the stairs.

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Y/n feels like an outsider.

Everyone is already well acquainted with each other, having established relationships that have lasted years. The guys are all sticking together and the other two girls have been friends for a while, so Y/n is kind of stuck. She gets along with the other partners, but the only one she’s comfortable enough to talk to is Eddie. So she lingers around behind him while everyone else chats about. She doesn’t mean to leave herself out, or seem rude, but she isn’t sure how to include herself and she doesn’t want to form some bond with these people if she’s never going to see them after this trip.

Eddie clearly enjoys hiking. He’s climbing huge rocks and going above and beyond, nearly causing everyone a heart attack when he fake trips near the edge of a cliff- completely ignoring the ice and snow all around him.

It’s not that Y/n isn’t athletic or necessarily hates hiking, it just isn’t her thing. She feels out of place enough and heavy breathing in the freezing cold in the back of the group is a little humiliating.

Patches of ice cover the big rock steps, everyone carefully trying to avoid them so they don’t slip. Snow falls and covers most of the steps so it’s a big guessing game on where the ice is under the heaps of snow.

Y/n grabs onto the railing they built for people to hold so they wouldn’t fall on the steep stairs. She tracks up the stairs, successfully navigating the rocks. She steps onto the last one and instantly feels unsteady, her foot sliding from under her from the slippery ice under it. She falls on the stairs, smacking one knee on a sharp edge and her chin on the ground.

“Oh fuck!” She hears, already growing more embarrassed than ever at the eyes she knows are on her. Eddie scrambles to help her up, “Careful now!” He whispers as she stumbles. Her eyes well up and she blinks hard to try to keep her tears at bay. She's not sure if the tears are out of embarrassment or the nauseating pain. Eddie sizes up her injuries, wincing and turning her head. “You guys go ahead, we’ll catch up.”

There’s spots of blood in the snow and the knee of her pants is completely soaked through. “C’mon sweetheart. Let’s sit you down.” He takes her hand and leads her to a little bench, throwing his first layer of jackets onto it so she doesn’t have to sit on the wet wood. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbles, feeling bad that Eddie has to stop when he’s clearly enjoying himself to clean up her mess.

“Honey, you don’t need to apologize for anything.” He softly chuckles, thumbing away her tears. “Can I check out your leg?” She nods, wiping her tears away while he shuffles her pants over her knee. “You’re lucky I’ve got all sorts of shit in here.” He pats his large hiking backpack and opens one of the front pockets, pulling out a first aid kit. “We’ve got to stop the bleeding but I’m going to try to clean it up as much as I can.” His tongue peaks out as he rips open some packages, wiping over her knee.

“Ah shit, I think you might need stitches.” She panics, shaking her head. “No, no, no! We’ve still got so much to do!”

“Who cares when you’re hurt? I don’t think anyone will mind if we skip bar hopping to get you taken care of. Now I can play doctor, I’ve had to stitch myself up a few times but I don’t want to risk that on you.” His tongue pokes out again as he bandages up her legs, wrapping it up. “I think that’ll do for now. Now let me see that chin, honey.”

He softly grips at her jaw, looking at the big cut under her chin. “Well, it doesn’t look good, but I think it just needs some cleaning up and you’ll be all better.” He rips open a little alcohol pad, whispering a warning before he wipes her cut clean. He sticks a padded bandage under it and pulls her pant leg back down.

“Okay, wounded soldier is all recovered.” He holds out a hand for her, kissing the top of your head. “Thanks, Eddie.” He rubs her shoulder, throwing his back back on his shoulder. “No problem, sweets. Let’s get back up there. The troops are waiting on us.”

Y/n successfully gets through the hike without any more accidents. Though she is embarrassed about the whole thing, she smiles through it. Eddie holds her hand the rest of the hike to ensure she wont lose her balance and end up injured again.

“Do you wanna go back to the cabin? We don’t have to go out with them.” Y/n shrugs while buckling herself into the van, Eddie starts it up and cranks the heat up to warm their red noses. “No, you’ve already had to hang back. I don’t want to keep you from them anymore.” Eddie leans in, “Truthfully, I don’t want to be their babysitter. So let’s hang back, yeah?” She nods, cracking a small smile. She was kind of relieved that Eddie doesn't want to go out, she wants everyone to have fun but she’s happy that she doesn’t have to hop around to crowded bars with a janky knee all night.

“Yeah.” And with that he drives off, dumping the group to some random bar and heading back to the cabin, Y/n half asleep next to him.

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“Wake up, sleepy head.” Eddie shakes Y/n awake , his hand on her shoulder. “We’re back. Time to get up.” Y/n blinks awake, stretching and rubbing her eyes before sitting back up. “Are we home?” She hears a warm chuckle from Eddie, his lopsided smile making her want to fall back into her cozy sleep. “We’re back at the cabin if that’s what you mean by ‘home’.” She nods, holding her hand out for him so he can help her out.

He leads them to the door. “You really did a number on yourself today, huh?” She nods, “I guess so.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie starts, opening the door and letting her walk through before shutting it behind them. “We can set up on the couch for the night. But first, I should probably double check to make sure you don’t need stitches.” She groans, but leads them to the bathroom nonetheless. Pathetically jumping up on the sink, Eddie knees the floor under her and rolls her pant leg up to investigate her injury again.

He peels the bandage, cleaning it with cool water. “You could use maybe one stitch. But you’ll heal fine without it. I’d do it myself, but you’re much too delicate for that, hm?” She gulps, nodding before he lifts her chin, wiping the dried blood clean. “Let’s keep these bandaged. You want to keep them clean, but you’ll heal them up in no time.” He pats her thigh to let her know she can jump down before he walks off.

Eddie gathers supplies, throwing down a mountain of blankets on the couch, along with all the snacks from the kitchen, and a pile of games he found in one of the hallway closets.

“We’ve got scrabble, monopoly, connect four, guess who, or we can just play D&D?” Y/n rolls her eyes, “What’s with all the baby games? It’s not 1981 anymore.”

Eddie scoffs, “You’re taking a lot of smack for someone who’s got a busted jaw. Shouldn’t it be all locked up or something?” Y/n laughs, plopping down beside him on the big puffy couch. She’s kind of happy that she slipped and busted her knee, if she didn’t they would probably be in a stuffy bar with old drunk men surrounding them who smell strong of liquor and body odor despite the cold temperatures. Without her injury she wouldn’t be wrapped up in a fur blanket on the couch, watching the snowfall in the big cozy cabin.

It’s crazy to think that a couple weeks ago she hardly knew Eddie and now she shared a bed with him every night.

“Let me get a fire going and then we’ll start a game or something? Maybe we can look through their VHS tapes?” Eddie stands up, walking over to the fireplace since there was an extra chill from all the snow piling up outside. “We can do anything. I’m happy as long as I’m on the couch.”

Eddie comes back after lighting the fire, “Well, let’s get this party started.”

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“I’m about to flip this fucking board over!” Eddie groans, smacking his ringed hand onto his forehead. “You chose monopoly don’t get pissed that you’re losing!” Eddie huffs, watching Y/n make her next move.

“I win! I win!” Y/n laughs loudly, sticking her arms up in celebration of her victory. Eddie shakes his head, trying to act mad. He grabs her arms pushing them back down- but she refuses and wrestles him away. Eddie can’t help but laugh along with her, wrestling her arms down. The board falls onto the floor with a clatter and they ignore it, Eddie straddling her legs while they fight. “You cheated! You are a cheater!” Y/n laughs loudly, Eddie smiling down at her. Suddenly his arms give out, the big smile not leaving his face. Y/n opens her eyes, her laugh suddenly fading as she sees Eddie above her.

The silence is loud, only their breathing can be heard before Eddie leans down, slotting his lips between hers.

The door suddenly swings open, making them fly apart like they were caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing. Eddie clears his throat, falling back on the cushion breathless, unable to make eye contact with Y/n.

Caught, both of their cheeks burn red. “Can’t wait until you get to your bedroom?” Doug questions them, letting out a throaty laugh while all the others stand there with smirks on their faces.

They both know that for people who are supposed to be in a relationship this is completely normal, but given their situation they are embarrassed to be caught, especially knowing what could have happened if they weren’t interrupted. “Fuck off, Doug. Don't act like I haven’t caught you two two unspeakable things. In my van too!” Doug gasps and Eddie snickers, walking back to their bedroom and Y/n follows hot on his tail.

Once they get into their bedroom Y/n shuts the door. Eddie stands there, watching her as she rubs her hands against her bare arms. Neither of them are sure what to say, obviously something happened back there and they would both be lying if they say they didn’t feel a spark.

“Well,” Y/n takes a step forward. “I think I’m going to get ready for bed. I shouldn’t be long- if you need the bathroom.” Eddie nods, biting at his fingernails. “Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.”

While she is in the bathroom he paces around the room before sliding his rings off onto this nightstand, leaning back onto the mattress and blowing out a sigh. He rubs his face, “what the fuck are you doing, Eddie?” He asks himself, wondering why he can’t get his thoughts straight. It’s supposed to be a two week thing, after this trip they can just fake a breakup and forget about this whole thing and move on with their lives. Eddie isn’t so sure about that. How can he ever just forget about all the memories he’s already made with her? Today was one of the best days of his life, being able to take care of her, spending the evening playing board games with her and completely letting her win.

“Do you mind if I turn off the light?” He hears her voice from the other side of the room, she stands next to the door, her hand on the switch. “No, go ahead. Let’s hit the hay.”

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A group of girls arrived in the cabin next to them today. The two other girls decided to invite them over to join them since they had a day planned of sitting in the hot tub and getting drunk.

The snow has stopped falling for the first time in their week-long stay, finally crawling up to a tolerable temperature of forty five degrees. Y/n and Eddie have completely ignored the moment they shared last week, taking the weekend to have a little alone time, the girls went out to get pedicures while the guys stayed in and played D&D. It was nice to get to know the girls, Y/n actually really enjoyed talking to them and getting a break from the nerdy guys was pretty nice.

“Okay, we’ve got enough beer for the day.” Eddie says, lifting two twenty four packs of beer and setting them on the table. “You’re joking… right?” Eddie shakes his head, “Duh!”

“Smart ass” Y/n mumbles, shoving the random groceries Eddie had bought into the refrigerator. “What did you say?” Eddie questions with the rise of an eyebrow, walking over to her and peeking at her face. “Oh nothing.” She hums, ignoring him standing behind her.

“Hm, no, I think I heard something!” Y/n shakes her head at Eddie’s words. “Nope, nothing.”

Eddie nods back at her, “Oh! Okay. Sounded like you called me a smart ass but maybe I misheard.” She softly laughs, shrugging. “You’re probably having auditory hallucinations. The beer is already getting to you.”

Eddie cracks a smile, “okay smart ass, go and get your bathing suit on before you end up in the spot next to Doug’s feet.” And with that Y/n jogs away to go put her swimsuit on and score them a good spot in the tub.

When Y/n gets back Eddie is already in the tub, a gap open which he obviously saved for her. On his opposite side is a girl, long dirty blond hair that falls mid back. She’s beautiful and Y/n can’t help but feel a little insecure in her color block bikini.

She turns back, walking into the kitchen. Feeling far too exposed to be walking around in the house, She tries to adjust the highwaisted bottoms and cups on her top to cover more, but to no avail. She dotes around, trying to figure out how to stall. She's not sure why seeing Eddie talking to that girl has got her so worked up, she feels a little lightheaded and her face is hot.

“What’s got you looking so green?” Jeff asks, stepping into the kitchen along with her.

“Um, nothing. What are you up to?” She places a hand on the cold surface of the table, trying to get her to calm down. She can feel herself getting increasingly angry with her own thoughts. Her and Eddie aren’t actually together, there’s no reason for her to feel so… jealous.

“I needed to go to the bathroom, but Eddie sent me for a beer.” Jeff complains, leaning against the fridge in his rubber ducky swim trunks. “That’s okay, I’ll grab it for him.” Jeff thanks her and runs off to the bathroom while Y/n collects a couple beers in her hands, knowing Eddie and the guys are bound to be taking a couple more trips to the fridge.

She slides into the hot tub next to Eddie, seeing the girl's hand placed on Eddie’s arm. A switch goes off in Y/n’s brain, “Here, babe. I got the beer you asked for.” Eddie turns his head, seeing her holding a can out for him. “Oh, thanks. Where did j-“ Y/n smashes her mouth into Eddie’s, cupping his jaw with one hand and pressing the other to his chest.

She slips her tongue in his mouth, Eddie taking a moment to process it before he slowly kisses back. She pulls away, red embarrassment painted all over her face. Eddie clears his throat, cracking open his beer. “I’ve got to go… clear my head.”

Y/n face palms. How stupid could she be? Of course he didn’t feel the same, he just needed a girl to play along with him so he didn’t have to tell his band mates his dirty little secret. She groans, getting out of the hot tub and ignoring the looks she gets from the girl. Y/n is sure she is nice, and she probably just ruined a potential girlfriend for Eddie, a real one.

She waits a while before she goes to talk to Eddie. As she walks up the stairs after fifteen minutes of sitting on the couch she plans what she will say to him, apologizing for shoving her tongue down his throat and getting jealous when she has no right. They aren’t actually together, this is all acting and she needs to respect that.

She opens the door to their shared room, hearing the shower running. She shuts the door behind her, sitting at the edge of the bed to wait for Eddie once he’s out. He was probably in the shower rinsing the chlorine out of his hair since he was trying to avoid it the best he could.

After a couple of minutes Y/n hears him turn the water off and she prepares for him to come out.

Eddie steps out, leaving the door cracked behind him to let the steam escape the bathroom. She opens her mouth to start, but promptly closes it. Eddie stands in front of the door, chest rising and falling with ragged breathing. She starts up again but fails to get any words out once more.

Eddie walks towards her, standing tall above her. Her breathing matches his, her chest suddenly feeling heavy. She reaches her hand up, settling it on his stomach and trailing it down before she pulls the white towel wrapped around his waist, letting it fall to the ground then wraps her hand around his thick cock. She’s at a loss for words as she takes in his naked form. His skin pale and pink, the dark blank ink of his tattoos contracting. His plump lips already puffy and bitten, his wet waves dripping down his chest and rolling past his belly button.

His cock is pretty and pink, long and thick. Perfect, just like she knew it would be.

“Eddie… I really like you.” He lets out a hiss then softly grabs her jaw, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “Fuck sweetheart, I’d love to talk about this right now but if you keep touching my dick I don’t know if we’re going to get any talking done.” He presses his lips back to hers, trailing them down to her neck. His hands grab at the strings of her bikini, trying to untie it but failing.

“Get this fucking thing off.” She softly laughs into his mouth, reaching behind her back and pulling the strings to untie them. He peels the wet top off of her skin, groaning at the sight of her tits. “Jesus Christ, honey.” He’s practically drooling at the sight of her, reaching out to run his hands along her body. “Get in the bed.” She listens to his order, crawling up the bed and laying in the middle, watching him follow her lead and crawl over her body.

Y/n reaches down, going to pull her bottoms down. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Eddie practically growls, pushing her hands away and slipping her swim bottoms off herself. Her chest heaves, begging him to do something, touch her, feel her. “Please.” Eddie smiles down at her, “please what? What do you want me to do?” His hands slide down her thighs and her hot skin warms his cold hands.

“Anything, please Eddie.”

He connects his mouth with hers again, moaning into the kiss. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and Y/n loves it, she doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough.

Eddie’s lips trail down, pressing pecks down her arm, her chest, her sides, kissing over the little stretch marks that line her hips before he sinks between her thighs. “Is this good?” Eddie asks, his deep voice dripping out like honey that’s been sitting in the sun too long. His big brown eyes stare up at her, dusted with lust and heavy with need. “Yes, yes it’s perfect.” He lets out a deep laugh, making her squeeze her eyes shut as hard as she can to stop a moan from coming out of her pathetic mouth.

He finally lowers his head, pulling her thighs up to rest them over his shoulders. “Fuck look at that.” Eddie presses a kiss to her thigh, “is this all for me?” She bites her lip, nodding. Eddie dives in, pushing his tongue between her lips.

Y/n gasps, her hand flying into his dark waves. Her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s tongue working magic on her. He gently sucks at her clit while he slides a ringed finger inside of her. They hear a creek at the floor, the stepping sounds far too close to the room for their liking. Eddie looks up, panting. “Did you lock the door?” Y/n shakes her head and Eddie jumps up, walking to the door to quickly lock it before any of his rude friends could barge in.

Y/n admires Eddie’s perky ass, softly laughing at it bouncing. Eddie jumps back on the bed, both of his hands cupping her jaw as he pulls her into a kiss. Y/n hand cradles the back of Eddie’s head, closing her eyes and leaning into him. “I think I might have a condom.” Eddie softly laughs on her lips, pulling her body closer into his.

“I don’t have any. I didn’t think this was how the trip would go.” Her hands slide over his arms, threading their fingers together and placing pecks over his lips. “One” kiss “second” kiss “I’ve gotta grab one I’ll be right back.” He laughs on her lips, giving her hands one last squeeze before grabbing his wallet and pulling out an old condom he’s had in there for a while.

“It’ll do the trick, right?” Y/n softly laughs, nodding. “Yeah, as long as there’s no holes in it.”

Eddie shrugs, looking at the gold packet. “Should work.”

“Lay back.” Eddie mumbles, getting serious again as he tears open the packet with his teeth, rolling the condom onto his cock. “You ready?” He crawls between her legs, his thumb rubbing her clit. She nods, pulling home closer. He knees the bed, lining himself up before slowly pushing inside of her.

She gasps, gripping at his arm. “You okay, honey?” Eddie trails kisses over her neck, taking his time to place delicate kisses on her skin. “I’ve never been better.” He pulls out, starting to slowly thrust in and out of her while his mouth gravitates to one of her nipples.

He sucks at her nipples, feeling it grow hard in his mouth. He circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, gently biting at it. Her back arches into him, throwing her legs around his hips and pulling him into her again. “Faster baby, please.” Her hand rests on the back of his head again, moaning at the electric feeling pulsing through her body.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Eddie’s pants, completely breathless as he slides in and out of her, making a complete mess of the now crumpled sheets. Y/n feels her wetness drip down, surely making a wet mess of the fabric under her, but she couldn’t care less.

She didn’t expect the fucking whines that come out of his mouth. Whining like the one thing he’s never wanted has been ripped from his hands, laced with want and desire. She squeezes around him the moment the noise hits her ears, feeling like she could already cum around him.

He whines again, shoving his face against her neck. His hips speed up, snapping quick and deep. Eddie hits her G spot, making her back arch. He hums, letting out a little breath. She’d spend the rest of her life making him feel good as long as he keeps making these noises.

She doesn’t get around much, but she’s never had someone be so delicate with her but still make her feel so good. Everything about him is intoxicating, the slight drag of his teeth against her lip when he kisses her, the way his head falls back when he feels really good, the way his thick cock stretches her out perfectly and fills her up.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Jesus H Christ, I fucking love your pussy.” He's obviously close to cumming as he starts rambling on, his balls growing heavy as he gets closer and closer. “I need you to cum first, sweetheart.” His hand slips between them, rubbing her clit. Y/n’s thighs twitch as the feeling, feeling more lightheaded as she gets closer and closer.

She squeezes tight around him, never wanting it to end as his cock slides in and out of her dripping pussy, Eddie all over her. “I’m about to cum, Eddie.” It takes him all but one second after her words for Eddie to bust inside of her, moaning loud. His hand never slips from the spot where he rubs her cunt, needing her to cum more than he’s ever needed anything before. “C’mon honey. Cum for Eddie, please. I know you want to.” She whimpers, closing her eyes as he works her closer and closer.

“Eddie” she gasps, calling out his name while she cums, clenching around his dick while her eyes squeeze shut.

She blinks her eyes open, trying to catch her breath. She watches Eddie sink down between her thighs again, her eyes widening. “Holy shit” she whispers, feeling his tongue dart out to clean her messy pussy up.

He raises with a smile, pulling her into a kiss before he flops down next to her. “We’ve got to find spare sheets.” Y/n laughs, laying her head on Eddie’s chest. He rubs her back, kissing her forehead.

Edie glances around, suddenly feeling fidgety. “I…” he shuts himself down, not sure where to start. “Yeah?” Y/n looks up, placing a kiss to his bare chest. She laces their fingers together with the hand that wasn't softly scratching her back. “I know I’m not the… coolest guy ever, and I’ve still got some growing up to do… but I think I can be something good for you maybe… if that’s what you want.”

A smile breaks across Y/n's face, “I think so too, Eddie. I didn’t expect this trip to go this way… but maybe now you won’t have to lie to your bandmates about a girlfriend?” Eddie laughs, wrapping one of his legs around hers. “I think, maybe no more lies?”

“Yeah?” Y/n asks, rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand.

“Yeah.”

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“We should probably get up.” Y/n mumbles, Eddie half asleep as he breathes slowly with his head back against a pillow. “I can’t.” He whispers, “I’m too sleepy.” Y/n shakes her head, drawing circles on his chest. “We’ve just been laying on the wet sheets for almost an hour.” Eddie shrugs, finally opening his eyes.

“C’mon, I need to shower.” She jumps up and Eddie follows her, walking behind her as she opens the bathroom door, turning the shower on.

She looks in the mirror, trying to wipe the messy mascara that has leaked under her eyes. While she’s occupied Eddie leans against the wall, admiring her messy state. Completely bare, bed head and smeared makeup. “You’re really beautiful.” He’s just thinking out loud, really. Not fully aware of his thoughts just flowing out. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Y/n stands there completely stunned, not sure what to say.

“No one ever said that to me.” She awkwardly laughs, feeling embarrassed by his sweet words.

“Really? That’s hard to believe.” He takes a step forward, brushing her hair out of her face. “Can I tell you something?” She nods. “I told the guys that I was dating you before I even asked you. You were the one I told them about all along.”

Y/n’s mouth falls open, at a loss for words. “It’s kind of creepy, huh?” He laughs, shaking his head at how unbelievably dumb he can be sometimes. “I just saw you at the bar and you were so sweet and I just… I got a little crush on you and I really didn’t think it’d go anywhere.”

She sighs, “Maybe a little creepy before, but not now that everything works out.” Eddie scoffs, feeling playful again. “Creepy huh. Sure you want to be with me?” Y/n hums, tapping her chin. “I’ll give it a good two months before I get a restraining order.”

Eddie's jaw dramatically drops, grabbing her and yanking her over to the shower with him. “And I thought it would be kind of endearing!”

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“Wake up, baby.” Y/n whispers, pressing kisses to Eddie’s cheeks to wake him up.

Today was the last day of the trip, and Y/n was kind of relieved. It was always nice to get a break and go away, especially with how this trip panned out for her- but it all felt like a dream and she wanted to get back to reality to make sure it was all as good as it seems.

Eddie groans, yelling while he stretches. He tosses the other way, trying to get away from her so he can sleep some more. “Eddie,” she laughs. “You’ve got to wake up. We gotta be out of here by one and I already let you sleep in until ten.”

Eddie groans again, sitting up with a grumpy look on his face as he rubs his eyes hard to force himself to wake up. He shouldn’t have put off packing last night, but he got a little preoccupied.

He turns to Y/n a deep from turning his whole face down. Suddenly a smile flickers onto his mouth, “I forgot you’re naked.” He rubs his hands together like he has an evil thought. Y/n steps out of bed, throwing on Eddie’s corroded coffin shirt and pulling her panties up. “No time for this. We’ve got to get packing.” Eddie flops back on the bed, sitting there for a beat until he throws himself out, standing up and stretching out with a big yawn.

“Put something on to cover your ass and get to packing.”

Eddie snaps his head to her, offended. “You love it!”

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Somehow, everyone packed all their things up and got them shoved in Eddie’s van with ten minutes to spare. Since Eddie drove the whole way up to the cabin, Gareth agreed to drive the last hour so Eddie could have a little break. 

“Get your ass in there.” Eddie jokes, smacking Y/n’s ass as she crawls into the van. She rolls her eyes, smacking his hand away before he closes the door for her. “Now you can’t fall asleep. I need twenty four seven entertainment to keep me driving.” She laughs, leaning her head back against the seat. 

“Were you guys in a fight at the start of the trip? You seemed pissed at each other.” Eddie and Y/n look at each other with knowing grins on their faces. “Something like that.” Y/n mumbles before Eddie starts up the van for the ride home. 

This drive doesn’t nearly seem as long as the first time around. Maybe that’s because she and Eddie get to cuddle up in the back, and Eddie is definitely relieved to not drive the whole way. 

Y/n plays in Eddie’s hair, softly massaging his scalp. “You’re putting me to sleep.” Eddie says with a sleepy smile, his eyes closed while he enjoys the light massage. His head rests in Y/n’s lap, deciding he needed a relaxing nap. 

“Yeah, well your nap won’t be too long. We’ll be home in about twenty minutes.” He groans, shoving his face in her thigh. “Just keep playing with my hair.” She laughs, “I will” 

It’s not long before they are back in Hawkins, sad the trip is officially over, but excited to be back home and in a more calm climate instead of there being a constant blizzard outside. 

Gareth dropped himself off and the others quickly trickled out, leaving just Eddie and Y/n. “I don’t want to leave you.” Eddie confesses, lifting their tangled hands and pressing kisses to each of her knuckles. “Maybe you don’t have to.” Eddie takes his eyes off the road for a second, glancing back at her. “Hm?” 

“Maybe just unpack at my place. Stay with me for a while.” She gives his hand a squeeze. “Maybe I’ll just stay with you.” He squeezes back, pulling up to her apartment building. 

“Let’s get in there. I want to make up for all that lost time on the trip when we weren't together.”

A/N: this is my first fic I’ve ever posted on here:)))! This is kind of big for me, sorry if there is typos I tried my best to check!!! I’ll fix the spacing because tbh it’s annoying me! I hope you liked it! Please let me know your thoughts!

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[stevieschrodinger]

Part One of Rock Star Eddie and Baker Steve wrong number AU

Link to Part Two

Eddie's got dubious history with picture messages. Only a very small group of people have his number, considering he's the front man of a multimillion best selling metal band, he doesn't ever want his number to be public knowledge.

So yeah, picture message from and unknown number? Dubious.

Eddie's had enough dick and...vag...pics in his time that he, honestly, doesn't really want another. But when the picture is followed by a message, "were you thinking something like this?"

Well, Eddie's a curious guy. So, committing himself to the idea that this might be new number time, again, he opens the message.

To be confronted with a cake. A really fucking cool cake actually, it's got a car dashing around a muddy track on top with a big '5' in the middle. All of it looks edible, made out of...cake stuff. Eddie has no idea what it is, but it looks delicious.

"One layer chocolate, one layer red velvet? I can do any combination of flavours you want."

Well. Eddie isn't anything but impulsive and he was trying to figure out what the fuck to do for the 'quiet' celebration they were planning for going platinum. Again.

"I think you have the wrong number'" Eddie types, "but I definitely want to order a cake from you."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, unsolicited cake pics are the worst 😉"

And Eddie can't help it, he laughs, and types back, "if I told you I wanted three tiers of the darkest, spookiest, cherry chocolate what would you come up with?"

It takes a couple of minutes, but Eddie's phone pings twice in quick succession, the first picture is of a spooky orange cake clearly Halloween themed, covered in ghosts and skeletons and stuff. The second is jet black and has a coffin on top that looks like it's leaking green corrosive stuff and Eddie nearly throws his phone in excitement. "That! The second one!"

"🤣 that's an old pic, I was just starting out then, but everything is edible, the green slime is made out of jello"

"Where are you based and can you make it for the 15th? I'll get a courier to collect."

"Sure thing, how many portions? And I need a deposit up front. I'll do chocolate ganache and cherry filling."

"Errr...like, 150? Maybe?"

Eddie sits and watches as the dots appear and disappear, appear and disappear, and then there's a pic.

It's a selfie of the most beautiful man he's ever seen. And he's standing in a kitchen, holding a cake pan. Suddenly Eddie's phone is ringing in his hand and he is panicking because beautiful man is calling him. "Hello?"

"Hey, man, it's Steve, the cake guy?". Eddie assumes he makes an affirmative noise because Steve keeps talking, "anyway, that cake pan I'm holding is literally the largest one I own, even if I did three tiers, no way will it cater that many, I'm a small business, you know, it's just me. I can recommend you some companies I know would do a great job."

But then, Eddie will never get to talk to beautiful man ever again, "what if you made like, three cakes?". He asks desperately.

There's a long beat of silence on the phone, "I mean, in theory, I mean, it might cost you more than-"

"I'll pay it. I'll pay double, for, inconvenience, or whatever-"

And oh no, beautiful man has the most beautiful laugh too. Eddie's fucked. He's so fucked.

"I'll raise you, two cakes and fifty muffins?" Steve laughs again, and Eddie laughs right along with him.

Steve grabs his phone when it pings, hoping for Eddie. It is Eddie. It's a selfie from the neck down, like always, Steve still doesn't know what the guy looks like, but Eddie's wearing a deep red shirt that he's clearly just dumped a whole cup of coffee down, "hope your days going better than mine, sweetheart,"

Steve sends back a selfie with a lump of uncooperative modelling fondant in the background, "that depends, can you tell what this is supposed to be?"

Steve's pretty sure it's wierd to talk to a customer every day, but he's started to find he's looking forward to Eddie's messages. Even when they turn flirty. Especially when they turn flirty, maybe.

And maybe it's not exactly professional that Steve's found a lot of reasons to call Eddie. He just, needs to get this right, and if Eddie wants chocolate covered cherries on the cupcakes, well, Steve needs to call him and check, right? Right.

Steve heads out into the lounge with flour on his nose and a mixing bowl under his arm, Dustin, Lucas and Max are sprawled on the couch, El lying on the floor. He can hear Mike and Will fucking around outside. He spoons up some cherry mixture, "hey will you try-"

"Shhhhhhhh!"

Well. Rude. Steve looks to the interview they're watching on the TV. It's some metal band Steve vaguely recognises, and when the lead guy speaks...Steve has to sit down. Because that sounds a lot like-

"So, Eddie," the show host guy starts, and Steve's knees would go weak of he wasn't already sitting down. He's certain his stomach has left the building. "Seeing anyone?"

Eddie laughs, says no, but the band mate next to him makes a show of nudging Eddie and sharing a look.

The host picks up on it immediately, "so there is someone," Eddie's still shaking his head, but he's got a shy smile on his face that makes Steve feel like he's melting. "Come on Eddie, give us something."

"It's not a thing," Eddie flaps his hands, "don't make it a thing."

"Oh it's a thing alright," the audience laugh, "come on, give us something!"

Eddie looks uncomfortable for a second before shrugging, "they, uhm, they make the most amazing cakes you've ever seen."

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