#sts4

[caxde]

yellow | steve harrington x reader

summary you're Dustin's older sister, you used to go out with Steve, but the distance broke you off, you're back in Hopkins, for good, and destiny makes you bump into eachother. (3.9k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn exes! to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of alcohol use, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read! 

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“Since when do you own this?” Dustin asked as he pulled a yellow crewneck out of one of the boxes. 

“Oh, uh…” You hadn’t seen it in a while. It fell on your hands as Dustin gave it to you, the softness of the fabric still holds a reminder of his cologne. “It’s not mine, it’s Steve’s.” 

He grew quiet for a second, looking at you intensely. They were still friends, Steve had seen him grow up, and was close to him, almost like a brother, and when you broke things off, you begged him to not leave him. He kept his promise, he always did. 

“Sorry.” He muttered, an apologetic look stayed on his face even when he stopped looking at you, you shook your head. He didn’t need to apologise, not to you anyway. 

“How is he?” The curiosity always took the best of you, and you had left quite some time ago, not really thinking about him. Running away so you wouldn’t have to think about a broken heart. 

“I haven’t told him that you came back home.” Your little brother blurted out, with a grin on his face, letting you know he is really glad that you’re actually back, his way of telling you he’d missed you. “He’s doing good. He’s working, and he went back to studying… He’s happy.” He smiled back at you, seeing how your face was no longer expressing grief or melancholy, but a pleasant smile. 

You were unsure of a lot of things, but one thing that you were certain of, he deserves all of the happiness in the world. 

“That’s nice to know.” Your attention went back to the sweater. The coldness of the night he left it to you seemed to reach your fingertips, and the warmth of the memory reached your gut, butterflies that you thought dead flew for a second. “You should give it back to him.” You added, lifting your head up to look at him. 

“You sure?” Even if he was the youngest, he always treated you in such a delicate manner, it made you softer, you had missed him. 

“Yeah, it’s been long enough.” You chuckled as you said it, and he nodded along. You hadn’t been home in years, hadn’t seen him in two of those. 

“I’m meeting him in a bit, I can give it to him then.” You nod, and he mouths a soft okey before leaving the room. 

You had a moment, for the first time since you had arrived back home, where you were alone. No music, no noise, no one else with you. 

You left so you could go to college, that was your excuse. Then he broke up with you, the distance only exposed other problems, in both of you. When you did break up, he told you that he still loved you, but it wasn’t enough. 

The echo of his words still with you, it isn’t enough, am i not enough? 

The sweetness of his voice shocked with his broken tone, tears fell from his eyes when he said goodbye. That was the last weekend you came down, and you had been avoiding coming back ever since. 

The walls of your room were empty, the new coat of paint now dry, half full boxes of clothes and shoes and memorabilia were scattered around the floor, the bed half done, the cover still having to be put. It seemed like a new beginning, a new chance for yourself. 

Not a lot of people knew you were back. Dustin knew, of course. It had been funny seeing him finally drive, his hands still a bit insecure behind the wheel, but he looked so happy being able to pick his sister from the airport, it had made you beam with happiness when you saw him.

And you had called Eddie as soon as you woke up today. He was ecstatic, begging you to come to a party tonight, telling you that he’d come pick you up as soon as his shift at the garage was done. You knew he’d missed you, even if he’d come often to the city, and vent over everything he had going on. Avoiding to bring him up, even if you did. 

So you laid down on your floor, staring at the same ceiling you did as you grew up in that same house. 

Before you were aware of what you were doing, or why, a pen rested on your hand, scribbling down on a piece of paper. 

Hey, I’m sorry it took this long to give it back, guess I wasn’t ready to let you go. Maybe I’ll never be. I hope you’re happy, and that you have everything you deserve. I’m also sorry if it stinks of me, it has been with me for a while now. Bye. 

PS. Don’t be a stranger. I’m here if you need me. 

You signed it, and folded it one too many times before dropping it inside the little bag that had his sweater in it, the green clashing with the yellow fabric. 

Dustin grabbed it before he left, you smiled when you heard that his car sounded the same. 

-

Loud music, sweaty people and colorful lights. 

Your drink was empty, it had been for a while.

Eddie smiled while he danced and took a sip of his drink, happy that you’re finally back, his head swinging back and forth. His attention was split, between you and an unknown blonde girl that was on the bar. You smiled when you caught her staring. 

“You’ve got a fan Edds.” You chuckled as you teased him. Raising your voice so he could hear you. 

“Who?” 

“The blonde”

“I don’t think that’ll work.” He laughed, his shyness coming in as it always did when the attention was on him. 

“I think it will if you actually go talk to her… buy her a drink?” You shake your head in her direction, he knows you’re actually telling him it’s okay, you can go, i’m okay. 

“Sure?” 

“Yeah, I’ll go to the other bar and get a drink, wait for you there.” He nodded, and you smiled as you saw him blush. 

He looked back at her, he rubbed his chin in a nervous manner, before actually walking over to her. You laughed at him, smiling deeply seeing your friend acting the same he always had. 

As you shook your head to yourself, stifling another laugh you left him on his own, Eddie flirted better when you weren’t around anyway. You started walking to the other bar area, the only problem, you had to find your way through the dance floor before you could reach it. You looked at the people there, all of them dancing mindlessly, some couples that had been formed, kissing or dancing together -it always made you smile, seeing people loving each other, publicly, without fear- and some doing what you were doing, looking around while downing their drink. 

You were halfway through, when you saw him. 

Everything else became fuzzy, the only clear image in your vision was him, wearing the yellow sweater. 

Steve saw you too. 

And time seemed to stop for a moment, and before it started again, there was a few seconds of slow motion. His hair flicking to the beat of the music, as his lips curved upwards at the sight of you, his eyes softening. He’d missed seeing you. He looks the same he did. You thought, though taller, broader, happier. 

Before you knew it, you were face to face. 

You didn’t say anything. You just looked at each other. Years of not seeing him, of avoiding him, it all didn’t matter now. His smile had the same effect on you as it always had, melting you on the spot. He broke the distance, and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close for a hug, your arms laying behind his neck, your fingers stroking his hair. 

I miss you. 

“Hi.” Steve whispered into your ear. An excited but yet calm tone could be heard in his tone. 

“Hi.” You whispered back, holding on to him for a second longer before pulling back. 

“Dustin told me you came back.” He raised his voice now that your head was no longer close to him. “I didn’t think I’d see you today.”

“I can tell.” You joked, as you grabbed his sweater, and you saw him chuckle in response. 

“D’you wanna go out? And talk?” He pointed at where the exit was. Of course you wanted to, you almost felt like you needed to. Hear his voice for once, not just remember it. 

As soon as you nodded, he started to head out, grabbing your hand as he passed in front of you. The same tingling feeling comes back to you, as if it was the first time you went on a date with him. The excited nervousness, the hopefulness, the wishing. 

Cold air hitted your chest, even if it was an unseasonably warm night, you blamed the alcohol because anything else would be too confusing, and you were really trying to not get too much into your head. Not now, when he was standing against the wall and his pretty brown eyes were fixed deep into yours. 

“So, how have you been?” He broke the silence, and the moment of admiration between the both of you. 

“Good.” You smile shyly to yourself. “I’ve been good.” 

“How did the big city treat you?” 

“Chicago is… Interesting.” You chuckled, as you scratched your forehead. He knew that was your anxious tick, the way you had when you had too many thoughts swimming around inside your mind. “Uh… You’d hate deep dish pizza.” 

He laughed, and the little butterfly hidden in your stomach came alive again. Warmness and goosebumps on your skin. 

“I did hate it.” He recalls, looking up for a moment, the street lights shining on him. He looks like a statue, you thought, unaware of how pretty he is.

“When did you try it?” 

“I was waiting for one of your classes to end, got hungry and saw a little place that was selling them, disgusting.” He shook his head in a funny manner, it made you giggle, so he did it again, wanting to hear you again. 

“I ended up liking it, y’know.” 

“Of course you did.” He teased, a finger poking your cheek, your face leaning into his touch. 

“You get used to it.” You shrugged, your hand reaching for your purse, searching for the pack of Marlboros you knew you had. 

“You’re good at that.” He grinned as his eyes became softer, he couldn’t stop looking you up and down. “You’re good at everything.”

“‘M not.” You laughed as you took a cigarette out, placing it between your lips. “I still can’t cook as good as you can.” 

“You miss my cooking?” He raised his eyebrows as he asked, a cheeky grin on his lips. 

“I dream about those meatballs you made.” You confessed, trying to hide your truthfulness with a giggle, that he saw through. His head tilted back for a moment, as his Adam's apple moved as he sifted a laugh. 

“D’you remember when I tried to teach you how to make Napolitanian pizza from scratch?” You started to laugh at the memory, failing to light your cigarette, hiding your face on the palm of your hand. 

His heart started to beat again, louder, stronger, faster. If you weren’t too busy trying to quiet yours down, you’d hear it.  

“God… I ended up covered in flour.” 

“Your hair was all white.” His tone softented, as did his eyes. His body seemed to be closer to yours, itching for contact. “I missed that laugh.” He finally confessed, even if the thought had been on his mind since he first heard it that night. 

“You did?” 

“Yeah, I missed you too.” 

It happened then. The wave of nervousness, relieved in an instance. 

He missed me. Hemissed me. Hemissedme. 

The excitement that came with it, the realisation that what you felt in some way was reciprocated. And that the complicated feelings were felt by the both of you. 

“Really?” Your voice was full of hope, your eyes shining bright at him. 

“Yeah.” He was blushing now, as he smiled. A wide upside down grin that made your stomach flutter. “Did you?”

“Of course I did.” 

How could you not? He has been the best person that has ever stood by you. Even if things had ended, you could only remember the good times, the fun times, the soft ones. How loved he made you feel every single day. How wanted. How cared for. 

“When we broke things off…” You started to rumble, as smoke escaped through your lips, finally having ignited the cig. “It wasn’t because I didn’t love you anymore.” 

“I know.” He muttered, his tone letting it known that he had a knot in his throat. “I still loved you.” 

“Yeah.” You looked up at him, your hand reaching for his, a needed familiar contact came back. “I needed to be okay.”

“Are you?” You knew he was worried about your answer, in a weird way, Steve never had stopped caring about you. And neither had you. 

“I am.” You nodded, the curve your lips made made him know that you couldn’t be lying. “I don’t have panic attacks every night, I’m fine being on my own. Honestly.” 

“I believe you.” His hand squeezed yours, the soft touch telling you he trusted you, implicitly. You felt yourself falling back into him. “And I’m proud of you, really.” 

“I’m proud of you too.” You finally took a step closer to him, your legs touching and a love sick grin on both of your faces. “Dustin told me you’re studying.” 

“Yeah well… I finally decided, I guess…” 

Even if your attention was on nothing else but him, when the doors opened and people started to come back to the street, smelling of alcohol, smoke and sweat. A chattering invaded the quiet street, and your focus changed. 

“Shit.” Your eyes were scanning the multitude, trying to find Eddie, or the blonde girl, or any of her friends. 

“What?” Steve’s eyebrow furrowed again, not really knowing why the swarm of people had made your demeanor change. Your hand letting his go, your body taking a step back. 

“I came with Edds… Do you see him?” 

“Oh, you’re with him?” You scoffed at the question, rolling your eyes lightheartedly, as you shook your head no. Steve nodded as the smallest grin appeared. A relief appeared in his face, and you chuckled at his question and reaction. 

“He’s a friend.” You still were trying to find him, people kept passing you by, taller, shorter and drunker. “D’you see him?” 

“No.” 

Steve left his hand on your shoulder, asking for your attention, knowing that you were getting into your head, and you were worrying too much too soon. And he also knew that once you felt his touch, your shoulders would relax and drop. Your mind stopped spinning. 

“D’you remember where he parked?” As soon as he speaks you feel grounded. You nodded, and he replicated the movement. “We’ll wait for him there then, come on.” 

You started walking, comfortable silence was one of your favourite things. Just knowing that he was there made you feel better, glancing at him from time to time, catching him staring at you everytime you did so. Making your lips curve everytime you catch him. 

The van wasn’t there. 

“Fuck.” 

“He left?” His tone was a bit agressive now, not at you, if anything he just was protective, so in consequence he seemed pissed that he had left you stranded. Alone. 

“I’m guessing he got lucky with the blonde.” You chuckled out of nervousness. Your hand playing with your hair, placing a strand of it behind your ear, trying to look everywhere but him. “S’fine, I’ll just call a taxi and wake Dustin up.”

“Shut up.” He scoffed, his arms crossing in front of his chest, looking down at you, a look of decision in his eyes. There was no way you were going home alone. “I’ll drive you, c’mon.” 

“I don’t have my keys.” You mumbled. “Dustin has mine. I was supposed to sleep over.”

“Then you’ll sleep over. Let’s go.” His hand reached out, an invitation you weren’t sure you should take, but do anyway. 

-

The car ride had been filled by music, and soft touches. Loving stares, and nervous chuckles. 

It really did feel like old times. 

It didn’t help that his house smelled the same, and time seemed to not move in the Harrington household. 

The only difference was the most noticeable of them all. All of the family pictures had been put down. 

“You changed it up.” You whispered as soon as you walked in, seeing the bare walls, were paint was darker where frames used to be. 

“They don’t live here anymore. So…” You knew he wanted to tell you about it, just as much as you knew he didn’t want to talk about it now, so you just nodded, and he understood what you knew. Words weren’t even necessary. 

“Who does?” You changed the topic, slightly, once you saw a jacket that wasn’t his hanged on the wall. 

“Robin.” He smiled, his face relaxing and becoming brighter. “Her parents didn’t really get the whole… uh… liking girls things.”

“Right, how is she?” You had wanted to reach out to her, but you weren’t sure if she’d wanted to hear from you, you worried, and Steve’s voice echoed in your head you worry too much.

“She missed you.” He confessed with a smile, starting to climb up the stairs, finding his way to his bedroom, you followed him closely. “We all did, I guess.” 

His head hung low for a second, remorse in his voice. Looking back at you for a moment before he turned on his bedroom light, his skin glistened under the moonlight that sneaked through his window. You smiled, seeing him in this light again, with the same background that you had becomed so familiar with once before. 

His walls where still the same colour, and bedsheets were still stripped. It smelled and felt the same as it had always done, and for a moment -however brief- you were back in time. 

You were eighteen again, and you were sneaking into his room for the first time again. 

The orangy bedside table filled the room again, and Steve had his boyish grin that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago. He looked at you, fondly, lovingly, melancholically, as you looked around, noticing the new photos on the wall. 

“Most of them are from Jonathan, some of them are your brother’s” You chuckled as you carefully looked at all of them, seeing what he had been up to. 

Him working at Family Video with Robin, him with his hands on his hips, apron on and full of flour with a rag over his left shoulder. Him asleep on the back of Eddie’s van. 

And your favourite one, Steve laing on your bed, looking straight through the camera, a smile that he was hiding behind his arm still evident by the way his face looks, barely woken up. You took that one, when he came to visit you, before you ended things. 

“You looked really beautiful.” You whisper, a tone of sadness could be noted on your voice. But your body relaxed when you felt him stepping closer to yours. 

“I don’t anymore?” He halved joked, the same lovesick look all over his face, his hair falling messily now that he had took his sweatshirt, hanging it back to you. A gesture that said you’re always cold before sleeping, you can wear it.

“Thanks.” You mutter before taking it, your body feeling his warmth through that piece of clothing. “You do. You always are.” 

He stood there for a second, and you could tell he wanted to say something he didn’t quite have the courage to do so. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He answered, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed. You scoffed as you shook your head. He knew that you were saying don’t lie, i know you better than anyone. “Think I’m still drunk.” 

“Maybe.” You admit with a half laugh, as you feel the weight of the alcohol that you did drink, and how it had swapped for tiredness not that the clock was closer to four. “You still have something in your mind.” 

“Yeah.” He stepped closer to you. His voice was softer, quieter, sweeter. And his eyes couldn’t stop looking at yours. Well, that might have been a lie, he did look at your lips once or twice. His hand reached for yours, nervous that you might pull away. But you never did. You never could. “I’m sorry.” 

“What for?” You squeezed his hand tighter, wanting that gesture to make his frown disappear, but you only see his anxiousness shine for a second. 

“I don’t know. Nothing? Everything?” 

“You’re not making that much sense, Stevie.” It had slipped out, the old nickname. You felt a bit embarrassed until you saw him smile. A true deep fond smile. 

“I know, honey.” His didn’t, he chose to say it. The dopiest grin that made your heart skip a beat came back, while his fingers played with yours. You could feel the warmness of your cheeks staying there. “I just… I meant everything I said, when we were together.” 

“What-?” 

He interrupted you, too iger to let you know what he had been thinking since he saw you through the club lights and the sea of drunk people. 

“I told you, you were the one I love. It hasn’t changed. I’ve tried, believe me. I tried to stop loving you, and move on, and be with someone else, anyone, but they never came close to you. Nobody knows me like you do, nobody can read me like you do, and I don’t think I can love anyone else like I have loved you.” 

With every word, with every breath your body came closer to his, excitement and electricity growing with every word that reached your ears, you couldn’t really believe that it was really happening. 

And you weren’t conscious about what you were doing before you did. You just knew that your right hand was tangled with his, and that your left one was cupping his cheek, looking fondly at his eyes before closing the distance between your lips. 

They were as soft as you remembered. And he still tastes the same as he did. 

You enjoyed it, for as long as you could, your heart beating as one, as your breathing synchronized, and his neediness became yours. Your kiss, this gesture, was enough, more than words could even say. 

“I haven’t stopped.” Your voice comes out lower, softer, quieter than you intended to. Your forehead pressed to his. Your eyes still closed, enjoying the way your breathing was mixing with his. 

“Thank god.” He giggled as he pulled you close once again. 

The second kiss was longer than the first one, but it still made your heart flutter, and your skin warming up in familiar desire. His free hand found his way to your waist, holding you closely, afraid that if he opens his eyes you might disappear. 

“We can talk about us, tomorrow.” 

“Yeah.” 

You buried his head on his chest, as he pushed you closer to him. A warm hug that you didn’t want to see the end of, a closeness that you’d missed, and that you hoped you didn’t have to miss again. 

The promise that tomorrow you’d wake up next to him again, and his warmth wrapping you up under the sheets let you actually rest for once.

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I headcanon Steve as bi, for the meme I’ll allow it

#look I just believe in my heart of hearts that robin constantly calls Steve gay #but like not in a derogatory way #she’d call him pet names in a derogatory way #also if you hc Steve differently that’s cool man you do you it’s all love #my art #doodle of the day #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things season 4 #sts4 #also attribute this drawing to any ship you like it’s all love it’s all LOVE homies

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I have a soft spot for cheerleaders

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader is a cheerleader at Hawkins High and is paired with Eddie for a class project. Fluff and smut ensue. No supernatural occurrences, just regular old high school angst

Warnings: NSFW, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), dry humping, pet names, slight domination but not degrading, smoking (lol), edging and teasing

Word Count: 5,952

Enjoy :)

“Alright people pay attention, I’ll be letting fate decide your partners for this project.” Ms. O’Donnell drones as she passes by each student to collect their name in her paper bag “so I don’t want to hear any complaints, and NO switching!”

You quickly scrawl your name on the ripped piece of notebook paper and drop it into the bag as Ms. O’Donnell passed your desk. God, you hoped you’d be paired with someone half decent. You looked around the room and caught your fellow cheerleader, Chrissy’s, eye. She crosses her fingers and raises her head up to the heavens in a dramatic plea, making you both quietly giggle.

“Okay, lets see who our first pair-” but before the teacher could finish, the door violently swung open and hit the wall with a BANG. Eddie Munson casually strolls in, as if he’s not 20 minutes late and hadn’t just given everyone a heart attack. You ducked your head and smiled down at your notebook as you doodled in the margins. Class was always a bit more...interesting when Eddie decided to show. Although you had never once talked to him (lets face it, you being a cheerleader and Munson being a...well...a freak meant your paths never crossed much), you couldn’t help but be fascinated by him. His effortless confidence, that mess of hair, and don’t even get you started on the rings. You had caught yourself daydreaming about trying on each one on several occasions.

“Well, Mr. Munson how nice of you to join us today.” the teacher stated dryly. “Will you be staying, or is this just a social visit?”

“Ah, Misses O, you know I can never stay away from you for long” Eddie retorts as he slides into his desk a couple rows over from you, his brilliant and devilish smile spreading ear-to-ear.

Flustered and turning redder by the second, Ms. O’Donnell squeezes the paper bag in her hands as she approaches the insolent young man.  “If you could be so kind as to put your name in the bag, I’m sure everyone is praying to be your partner Mr. Munson” she says as she reluctantly holds the bag out. Eddie drops his scrap piece of paper in and gives the teacher a cheeky wink. You feel your own cheeks start to burn.

“Now... lets get this over with shall we?” The teacher shakes the bag, plunges her hand in and retrieves the first name. “Y/L/N annnnddd....” she repeats the process. Your heart is doing back flips as she adjusts her old fashioned frames to read the handwriting before letting out a snort. “Ha! Munson!” the entire class snickers with her. “Well, good luck to you Miss Y/L/N”

Your heart stopped doing back flips in exchange for hitting a brick wall at 90mph. Me and Eddie? Together??? You chanced a glance over at your very unlikely partner, but he was already eyeing you up and down. Slouched over his desk, his head resting on his hand he gave you a lazy nod and a quick wink. You could only muster a meek smile in return, but his black eyes had you paralyzed. You got the feeling he could read every thought you had ever had. Overwhelmed, you break away first to look over at Chrissy for some relief. All she could offer was a disappointed and perplexed shrug.

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The rest of the class flew by in a blur, and you hadn’t even realized the bell had rung until someone rattled the desk in front of you .

“Heyyy partner” Eddie hopped up onto the desk and sat backwards to face you, spreading his legs out as much as the little plastic seat below would let him. He rested his elbows on his knees and laced his ring-clad fingers together. Huh, you had never been this close to him. Seemed a real shame that you were only just now realizing how big his hands were. And your mind couldn’t help but slip again... I wonder what they would feel- Hey! Stop that. You scolded yourself.

“Sooo I figured we’d just get this thing out of the way tonight. I did the same project last year” he stole a quick glance your way to see if you’d make a remark on his more than tardy graduation, “and its pretty simple.”

Honestly, his eagerness caught you off guard. You assumed you’d have to hunt him down to work on this, or that you’d do the whole thing yourself and just put his name on it at the end. And was that a touch of self consciousness in his voice at the mention of his repeating senior year?? Maybe he wasn’t so big and bad as everyone thought. It was then you made a silent oath to personally tutor him until he had a god damn A in every subject. If he’d let you, of course.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t answer right away which Eddie took as your utter disgust. He raises his head and looks past you at the back wall “Look, if you don’t wanna work with me, princess, then fine. I’ll fuck off right now, just say the word. Okay?”

His shift in tone made you blink a few times. Princess? Huh. I could get used to that. You realized you still hadn’t made a peep and you scrambled for the right words before he could make the decision for you. “Oh! N-no, sorry I- I have a hard time focusing sometimes...um I’m really excited to work with you. Honestly!” and as dorky as that must have sounded, you tried to sweeten the load by punctuating it with a genuine, friendly smile.

Eddie knits his brows together and side eyes you, his look heavy with suspicion, before slowly returning your smile with his own dazzling one. “Alright!” he claps his hands and rubs them together, the SMACK making you jump a little.

“Should I pick you up after school?”

You begin to nod, almost too enthusiastically, until you remember something. “Oh...wait...I have practice after school” you say deflated. Eddie gives an amused huff and looks you up and down in your uniform. “Ohh right... you gotta do that...thing” and he waves his limp arms and pretends to jostle invisible pompoms in the air. The sight of Eddie Munson trying to cheer was ridiculous enough to make you genuinely laugh. Eddie’s eyes sparkle in the glory.

He lets his arms fall back to his knees and he begins fiddling with his rings. “Thats cool, no worries. I’ll just grab you from practice.”

You feel your eyes bulge and you pray your cheeks are not as red as they feel right now “Really? You don’t mind waiting for me?”

The look on Eddie’s face shifts from friendly to down right wicked. He looks you dead in the eye “Eh, what can I say? I have a soft spot for cheerleaders.”

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To put it mildly, you were a catastrophe during practice. Total fucking klutz. You had toppled over the human pyramid, accidentally smacked Debbie in the face with one of your pompoms, and you just tripped Chrissy mid-cartwheel. Coach nearly turned purple blowing into his whistle “That’s it, hit the bleachers Y/L/N!”

But, who could really blame you? After all, you had a study date with Eddie Fucking Munson in less than an hour. Not that it was actually a date date, but still. “I have a soft spot for cheerleaders” his words were doing their own cartwheel in your head. Had he been flirting with you? No, he’s gotta be like that with everyone, right?

Before your own thoughts could tease you much longer, there was a sudden metal clanging coming your way. Eddie had hopped up onto the aluminum bleachers and was already sprawled out on the bench just above yours. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. Your not-so-shining knight in armor, come to your rescue. Without saying a word, Eddie took out a cigarette, placed it between his red lips and lit the end before offering it to you. The gesture shouldn’t have been as chivalrous as it was, but you politely declined. Eddie shrugs before putting the cigarette back to his lips “Suit yourself.” He takes a long drag and holds a second before letting a puff of white smoke gracefully drift from his mouth. You didn’t think it possible to be jealous of a cigarette and yet...

“So, how’d it go, tiger?” Eddie sits up and slightly leans forward so he’s closer to you. “Well, I’m not sure how many practices you’ve been to, but sitting out on the bleachers typically means it didn’t go so good” you tease him. Eddie’s eyes bulge in fake shock and he speaks with the cigarette dangling dangerously from the corner of his mouth “What!? I thought only the BEST cheerleaders got to sit out!? You gotta be shittin’ me!” His dramatics were making you giggle uncontrollably. “This is an outrage. This is BULLSHIT. You know what? I’m not gonna stand for this.” and with that Eddie shoots up and cups his hands around his mouth “COACH! HEY COA-” but you wrap your hands around his arm and yank him back down to his seat. Both of you bursting into a fit of giggles.

In between laughs you manage to lightheartedly scold your protector “Eddie are you CRAZY!? You trying to get me kicked off the team!?” your laughter starts to subside as you both try to catch your breath. The sun was just starting to set, casting an orange halo around Eddie. His hair, frizzy in the unseasonable heat, looked like it was on fire. The light was hitting his eyes just enough so you could see they weren’t pitch black after all, but really a very rich and decadent chocolate brown. Like the opening credits of Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory. You both realized at the same time that you still had your hands wrapped around his forearm. Your fingers gently pressing into his bat tattoo.

“Oh, sorry!” you quickly release him with a self conscious chuckle. Not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look, you duck your head and tuck a strand of hair behind one ear. Eddie takes you in, not quite believing these circumstances himself. Here he was, sitting next to one of the queen bees of Hawkins High, playing around like you’d known each other for years. He had an urge to reach out and tuck another strand of hair behind your ear, but instead he clears his throat and stubs out the remainder of his cigarette on the seat. “So, uh, shall we?” Eddie gestures with his head to the parking lot where you see his behemoth of a van. Here goes nothin’.

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Eddie, ever the gentleman, opens the passenger door of his van for you and offers his elbow for support as you crawl in. There’s discarded food wrappers and beer cans littering the floor, as well as some forgotten cassette tapes. But overall, not so bad for a boy’s car.

“So, uhm, are we going to yours or mine?” you ask delicately as Eddie straps himself into the driver’s seat. You suddenly have a desperate need to know what Eddie’s room looks like. What color are his sheets? Does he have any posters on his wall? Is it messier than his car? Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle “ha, well my place is kind of a shit hole, so....”. Its not that he didn’t want her to come to his place, in fact he really, really wanted her to come to his place.That was the problem. His mind wandered to the bright blue box of trojans he knew he kept on his bedside table. He figured he’d have to be on his best behavior if they went anywhere other than his trailer.

“My place it is then!” you say, a tad bit disappointed you wouldn’t see his lair... at least not today. “Oh, but my mom is holding her bridge club tonight, so we may have to be kinda quiet” you cringe at your own words. He must think I’m so lame.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you as he turns on the ignition. “You suggesting we might get up to something louder than school work, Y/L/N?” he teases you. Your brain cells implode. “No! No I just-I meant- oh for fuck sakes just drive, Munson.” you slam back into your seat with a huff, crossing your arms against your chest, trying to hide your smile and blatant blush. Eddie gives one hardy laugh “Eeeasy with the language there, Miss America! Your wish is my command.” And with that, you’re speeding out of the Hawkins High parking lot with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

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 “Mom! I brought a friend home!” you shout into the house as you enter. You hold the door open for Eddie thinking he’s right behind you, but when he doesn’t enter right away you look back. Poor boy, he’s wiping his shoes feverishly on the welcome mat, making sure he doesn’t track in so much as a speck of dust.

Your heart bleeds for him, and you gently grab his leather-clad arm (he had insisted on putting his jacket on in the car so that your mom wouldn’t see his tattoos) to pull him inside. “Come on, don’t be shy!” you whisper to him sarcastically. “Ha, yeah easy for you to say Miss Pretty in Pink.” he whispered back nervously as he swiped at your ponytail to prove his point.

“Have you even seen that movie?” you laugh as you face him to pull him further into the small foyer by his forearms. His hands grab your elbows, his fingers curving up to hold you still. He digs his heels into the carpet, not letting you pull him a single millimeter more. A punishment for your jab at his movie knowledge. You struggle just a few seconds longer to pull him forwards, but you soon give up. You lock eyes, and just smile at each other in the silence. He knew he had you trapped, and you were more than content with your predicament.

“Sorry, honey, I couldn’t hear you from the den- oh!” your mom rounds the corner, finding you quickly releasing the arms of a young man who looked like he just finished his opening set for KISS. Even though the foyer was small, you two were still standing sinfully close to one another.

“Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realize you had...company, dear. Who is your...” she eyed the boy up and down, from his frizzy hair to the tips of his scuffed white reebocks, before continuing “...friend here?”

You think you may be busted big time before you spot the glass in your mom’s hand. Thank God for Mrs. Smith’s margaritas, it wouldn’t be bridge night without ‘em! Judging by her looks, you’d say this was her second glass...maybe her third.

Before you can speak, Eddie was already jumping into action. “Good evening, Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Edward Munson.” he had stepped out to stand in between you and your mom and was shaking her hand with genuine glee. Wait, did he just say Edward??

“Y/N and I were paired up for a project, and we thought we’d get a head start on it. It’s so lovely to meet you, your daughter is a real gem.” he leans in a little closer to her “I can see where she gets it from now” he shines that breathtaking smile of his.

Given the 2-3 margaritas and the incredibly charming young man before her, your mom was basically a goner. She unfurls her lips into an overly welcoming smile “Ohhh well, Edward, its a pleasure to meet you! I’m afraid you’ve caught me a bad time,” she raises her glass as proof “this is my ladies bridge night. Otherwise I would show you around the house, you must forgive me!” your mom swiftly taps Eddie in the center of his chest with her perfectly manicured pointer finger. You think your jaw must be broken given the velocity at which it drops. Please don’t tell me my own mother is FLIRTING with my boyfr- I mean school partner!?

“No worries at all Mrs. Y/L/N, you won’t even know we’re here, I promise.” Eddie crosses his hand over his heart, and you swear you see him bat his fawn-like eyelashes at the older woman. “You know...” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and you see a devilish grin spread across his face. Oh God, this can’t be good. “I run a little club of my own, you and Y/N should really come and see it sometime.”

Okay! Thats enough! “Hey mom, I think I heard Mrs. Smith call you. We should probably get started on the project anyway, right Edward?” you poke him roughly in the back. He jolts and lets out a little groan, but continues to smile dashingly at your mom.

“Alright sweetie, well let me know if you need anything. And I mean anything, Edward don’t be stranger.” she pats him on the shoulder a few times before leaving to go back downstairs.

Eddie leans around the corner to make sure the coast is clear before looking back at you with a sly smile. You stared at him as if he had just landed from outer space. Eddie shrugs, “What? I’m good with moms.”

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You wouldn’t describe your room as overtly girly, but there were definitely some tell-tale signs. Like the raggedy pink and white stuffed bunny that sat guard on your pillow. You made a mad dash for the beloved childhood friend before Eddie could see it, but it was too late. He already had the poor little thing in his grasp.

“Ah haaa, and who do we have here?” Eddie takes the stuffed animal and boops your nose with it’s pink button one. Humiliated, you give in to his inquiry with a  heavy sigh “this is uh...Mrs. Butterworth” you don’t dare look at him as you mumble the last bit. His eyes go crazy wide and he stifles his laughter “I’m sorry, Mrs. Butterworth??” he teases you. “I liked pancakes and bunnies when I was two, give me a break!” you plead as you try to snatch the furry companion out of his hands, but he holds her high above your head.

“Hey, hey its impolite to grab” he puts his free hand on your shoulder to deter you from jumping for it. His thumb barely rubs the exposed skin, but its enough to make you fall into submission and you stand perfectly still. He notices the change, and smirks at you. “Good girl...now lets safely return Mrs. Butterworth to her home, hm?” and he gently places the bunny back on your pillow. He even fixes her slouched ears and gives her a little peck on the forehead. You didn’t know what was hotter, Eddie calling you a “good girl” or him respecting your belongings. Hmmm...definitely the “good girl” thing. 

“Soooo should we like, sit on the bed or the floor orrr...” Eddie was genuinely just trying to get through this without mauling this poor girl’s face off...or worse.

You had always done your homework in bed, never really needing a desk. You didn’t know at this moment whether that was a blessing or a curse. “Uhhh either one, doesn’t matter to me.” you shrug, desperately trying to pass off as super casual. You both stared at the bed for a second, the soft duvet, the silky sheets, the perfect headboard to hold onto for dear life as a certain someone fucks you through it...

“I think the floor would be bett-”

“How about the floor-?”

You both hastily talk over each other and then chuckle. Eddie scratches the back of his head, his Hellfire shirt hiking up juuust enough for a fraction of his happy trail to poke out. Jesus H. Christ, please give me the will power to make it through this night. Yours Eternally, Y/N

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You sat with your knees tucked underneath you and slightly to the side while Eddie opted for spreading his legs out, his one arm firmly planted behind him to stable himself.

You had both been quietly focused on your individual tasks for quite some time now, and honestly you felt proud of yourself for focusing on something that wasn’t Eddie for this long. You thought of another point to bring up in your project and went to pencil it down, but you didn’t grip it quite right and it fell to the hardwood floor. Clearly your pencil had a mind of its own, because it rolled straight into Eddie’s fingers.

You stared at his fingers spread flat across the floor, his rings practically hypnotizing you as they glittered in the warm yellow light of your bedroom. His veins crawled like ivy up his arm, reminding you of a long-forgotten Grecian statue. You were taking longer than excepted to retrieve your pencil, causing Eddie to look your way. He caught you mid-trance staring at his regular old hands, at least in his opinion. He picks up the pencil, tosses it into the air and catches it all in one smooth gesture before handing it out for you to take.

“Missing something?”he asked with a smug smile.

You’re still staring at his hands as you absentmindedly thank him and take your pencil. Your movement is very slow, and he watches you curiously. “You okay?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Hm? Oh!” just like Sleeping Beauty you awaken from your spell and shake your head. “I uhh, I was just looking at your rings. They’re really cool.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and smiles wide, turning his body to face you better “Yeah?”

You nod enthusiastically and scooch a little closer to get a better look (any maybe just to be a little closer to him, too). “Yeah, I see you wear them all the time but I’ve never gotten to see them this close. I really like them.” Eddie holds the back of his hand up to his face and wiggles his fingers to inspect the rings himself. “I guess they are pretty sick, huh?” he jokes. He rolls his head to the side to look at you “Didn’t think you’d be into this kinda stuff...” his tone sounded like he was testing the waters for something else.

Picking up on his innuendo, you shrug and look up at him through thick lashes. “I’m into a lot of things...” Eddie’s heart spasms, as well as something much further down south. He chuckles and throws his head back, gazing up at the ceiling and biting his bottom lip. You can tell you made him blush, and he’s lucky you don’t break out into a cheer to celebrate. When he drops his head back down, he repositions himself so he sitting right in front you, feet still on the floor, knees bent up.

“Come here” he says, his eyes fixed on the task at hand which was removing his rings one by one. You slide a little closer so you’re in between his knees. You can feel the warmth of his legs and body radiating off of him. “Give me your hand” you do as he says without hesitation. He holds your wrist as he takes the first ring, a silver rectangle with a cross down the middle and a skull in each corner, and gently slips it down your pointer finger. The thing is huge and quickly falls to the underside of your finger. Eddie twists it back to the correct position and holds it there a second “this one I got at a uhhh garage sale... I think” he looks you in the eye as he explains, only looking away to put the next one on. The next is a silver pig’s head, he slips this one down your middle finger “ha...this one my uncle got for me. I think it was supposed to be a joke or something” he chuckles a little, making you do the same. The last one he treats with the most care as he slides it down your ring finger. Its’ a large, angry looking skull with sharp fangs. “Annnnd this one was my dad’s.” he doesn’t offer any more details than that, and you get the sense his dad is another topic for another day. He lets go of your wrist and raises his hands in the air as if to say “ta-da!”

You have to squeeze your fingers together tightly just to keep the rings upright. You rub over them with your other thumb, the cool silver feeling smooth against your skin. You can’t quite comprehend that you’re wearing Eddie’s rings, but you want to take in every detail, every chip, every worn edge, every contour. You’re never forgetting this.

“They suit you” Eddie is the first to break the silence. “Maybe I need to get one for you, unless you dig the oversized look” he jokes. “...They’re perfect...” you say without even really realizing what just came out of your mouth. Eddie blushes again, this time ducking his head and smiling at the ground, drumming the floorboards with his fingers.

He quickens the pace, ending with a crescendo of tapping. He groans and mutters “fuck” under his breath. He shakes his head and brings his hands up to rub his face. “What’s wrong?” you ask, elbowing the inside of his knee.

He drops his hands from his face and moves again so he’s sitting with his back against the side of your bed, leaving you crouched on your knees by yourself. He stares off “Nothing, nothing at all.” and chuckles to himself. His sudden withdrawal feels like a punishment, but you couldn’t tell what you had done wrong. “You’re really fucking perfect is all”, he adds as an afterthought. Then it clicks for you. You’re going to have to show him that he’s perfect too.

You leave his rings on your notebook before crawling over to him. You take a deep breath and straddle his lap. You could feel his cock pressing into your panties, poor thing has probably been hard all night. You carefully place his hands around your waist before resting yours on his chest. Eddie’s lips part as he stares up at you, fingers squeezing into you. “Eddie” you whine “I really like you.” You roll your hips to prove your point, the friction making you both moan.

He removes one hand from your hip up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He searches your eyes to make sure this is what you wanted. That you wanted him. Your lids heavy with lust, you bite your lip and nod at him. You knew exactly what he was looking for. He smiles before pulling you down into a kiss. His lips feel plush against yours and the feeling is intoxicating. He kisses you deeply, his hand rigid under your jaw. You begin to roll your hips again when he slides his tongue into your mouth. You think your eyes might roll into the back of your head, the combination bringing you pure ecstasy. He starts to buck his hips up into you, matching your rhythm as you makeout.

You break away from his lips to breathe, but Eddie takes the opportunity to sprinkle your face with little kisses. Your nose, your eyelids, your forehead, no where was safe. You feel a building pressure in your core, and deep need to be filled, stretched, licked, fucked, sucked, bitten, beaten WHATEVER. You just needed him. Every where. All at once. “Eddie...I- I need-” you began to whine. “Shhh I know, I know sweetheart. Ill take care of you.”

Eddie scoops you into his arms and stands you both up, still planting little kisses everywhere he could reach you. He gently drops you onto the bed. You giggle as you bounce into the mattress. He reaches over you to turn Mrs. Butterworth so the toy bunny is facing away from the indecent scene, “Sorry, Mrs. B” he jokes. Eddie returns to the foot of the bed and gets down on his knees, reaching out and pulling you by your hips to the edge of the mattress. Your legs dangle on either side of him, and you hug his waist with your thighs. You prop up on your elbows and try to take your top off. Eddie grabs your arms, your stomach the only body part exposed.

“Did I say you could take this off?” his sudden shift in tone made you so wet. You so badly wanted him to treat you like he was yours, like he deserved every inch of you, because he did.

“No, sir” you say without skipping a beat.

He smiles down at you, a little shocked by your confidence “That’s my girl. Keep it on. I wanna remember how your pussy tastes every time I see you in this uniform” he balls the fabric of your skirt into his fist before flipping the hem up to reveal your underwear. They were white cotton hipsters with a little yellow fabric rose on the waistband. There was already a growing wet patch over your entrance.

Eddie looks you over, sprawled open just for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N” he coos as he moves both hands up your inner thighs. He makes a triangle with his hands as he rests them on either side of  your pussy. He slowly rubs one thumb ever so gently over your slick hole and up to your clit through your underwear. You buck and whimper at the contact and he chuckles at your response. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop teasing you...eventually”

He shimmies your underwear down your legs, you’re not sure where they end up and you think you may have even seen him tuck them into his back pocket. The cold air makes you realize you must have been soaking, even your thighs feel wet. Eddie brings his thumb back to rub small circles around your clit as his other hand dips two fingers into your slick. He teases your entrance, only sliding a finger along your slit but never penetrating. “You’re being such a good girl for me” he praises.

You moan and whimper at every swipe, every caress, every flick. But you needed more. You try to move your hips against his fingers as he slides them up and down, but he freezes. He flips his hand over so its palm side up and holds out his two longest fingers. You realize he’s going to make you work for this. You scooch down so your pussy lines up perfectly with the tips of his fingers, and you slowly slide yourself onto them as he keeps still. You gasp when you hit his bottom knuckles. Eddie loves watching his fingers disappear inside of you, returning even more wet each time. “I’ve been thinking about you alllll day. You feel even better than I ever imagined” Eddie drawls, hypnotized by your body.

You slowly fuck yourself with his fingers. Gliding up and down, up and down. He hovers his thumb so each time you come back down it makes contact with your clit. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightens with each movement. You were starting to tire out, and Eddie noticed your movements were becoming sloppy. “My turn” he says before pumping his fingers into you, slowly building up speed until all you could do was lay there and take it. The sounds coming from your sopping cunt were downright sinful, and you began to cry out from the sensation. Eddie’s other hand clamps down over your mouth “I know sweetheart, I know. But I promised your mom we’d be quiet, remember?” He chuckles at his own joke. “Can you be quiet for me, sweet thing?” he asks you with those doe-eyes before his fingers turn demonic. He had been pumping in and out of you, but the next time he slid in he stayed put and started vibrating his fingers up and down inside you, hooking them up to ravish the sweet spot there.

 It makes your back arch and your toes curl and you think there's no way you’ll ever walk again. You slide your tongue along the outline of his fingers as a silent thank you and his eyes roll back into his head “Fuuuuuuck Y/N...alright that's it, you asked for it.” and without warning Eddie removes his fingers from your cunt only to replace them with his tongue. He tongue fucks you without mercy, lapping up your inner walls. You were so close to the edge “E-Eddie I’m- I’m gonna cum, please please Eddieee” you whimper. He removes his tongue “Yeah, sweetheart?” his fingers, welcome guests, return to wreak their havoc “make it a good one for me” he commands.

He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks and tongues and flicks and laps until you’re a shaking mess below him. You bring your own hand up to muffle your cries as you cum into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie slowly takes his fingers out of you, and you didn’t remember him slipping in a third. Seeing your slit ooze with pleasure, Eddie places his tongue flat against your entrance and gives you one last lick, which makes you jolt and giggle from the over stimulation. “Sorry, you just taste like heaven” he rasps before dramatically plopping onto the bed next to you.

You’re a wreck, and so is Eddie. You're both panting and sweaty, but he pulls you both up so you can lay your head on the pillows. You curl yourself up to rest your head on his chest instead and wrap your arm around his waist. He rests his cheek on your head, and brings his arm to lay on top of yours. Totally blissed out, neither of you wanting to leave this position.

“How does a sleepover sound?” you ask dreamily.

“Heavenly. But what about your mom?” Eddie asks, his eyes already closed. He’s running his fingers along your back.

“She’ll be too hungover in the morning to notice” you say. Even if she wasn’t, you’d do anything to have Eddie stay.

“Then I’ll stay as long as you want me” Eddie whispers in your ear and kisses the top of your head, giving you goosebumps.

You squeeze him in response. He truly had taken care of you, but what about him?

You let your hand lazily wander down to his belt buckle, but he places his hand over yours. “Don’t worry about it, this is all I want.” he reassures you.

“But I wanna make you feel good too” you offer sweetly. 

Eddie chuckles, causing your head to gently bob up and down on his chest. “You did make me feel good, sweetheart. Watching you cum made me feel like a fucking God.”

You look up at him and pout, he opens one eye when you don’t respond. “Alright, we’ll see if you’re still feeling generous when you come over to my place.”

You wiggle with glee in his arms, making him giggle and squeeze you even harder against him.

He yawns, causing you to yawn as well. He wraps the blanket over the both of you before whispering one last thing “Told ya I had a soft spot for cheerleaders”.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’m down SO bad for Eddie and this came out much longer than intended lol. There may be a part 2?? Or not?? I guess I’ll see if y’all like this. I have a couple other ideas too so yeah...we’ll see :)

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[eddiemunson-fanfic]

Hey girl hey

I was wondering if I could request a fic idea that's been on my brain for a while?

Either reader and eddie are arguing over something just stupid but eddie just won't let it go and reader just flashes him her boobs to stop the argument and it works lol.

Or

Modern AU where Eddie's at work and reader sends him a naughty snapchat/text to tease him and his brain kinda short circuits and he leave work early 😏

hey giirl! ofcourse you can always make a request, and sorry it took me some time to get back to you! but I tried my best, and hope you like it :') (and i loved both of them, but this will only include the first request, maybe I'll make another one for the second request :'))

Winning the argument.

Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM!Reader

Warnings: TW (considering the argument), flashing, cursing, nipple play, sort of dom!Eddie, edging denial(?), choking.

Summary: you knew it annoyed Eddie, but you never thought of it as a big deal, but that was until you always ended up in a disagreement with him considering it. You knew he was only looking out for you, but you knew how to make him relax once he was riled up over it.

"God damn it woman, listen to me!" Eddie huffed as he pulled at his own hair, clearly frustrated with you.

"I am listening, I swear!"

"You know I get worried when you never tell me where you're going, and when you disappear for 24 hours without a single heads up? What the fuck do you think I would be doing? Not worry?!" he was getting more and more agitated by the second, and you flinched slightly when his voice got a bit louder than usual.

He was pacing back and forth, struggling to find the words to describe what he was feeling at that moment.

"Can you please just stop being so dramatic?" you huffed, which made Eddie stop dead in his tracks, glaring at you as he did.

"Oh, dramatic?! Dramatic?!" he practically screamed into your face, his hot breath hitting your face by how hard he was talking, making you jump just slightly.

"Excuse me for wanting to know and make sure that my god damn girlfriend which I love deeply is safe! I'm so fucking sorry!" he spat at you, rolling his eyes as he got more and more annoyed, pulling and struggling to fish out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket as he cursed under his breath for struggling to reach it.

"For gods sake! Fuck!" he growled, finally getting the pack out of his pocket and lighting a cigarette as he inhaled and exhaled hard, trying to calm himself down.

You knew you needed to do something to make him relax, and you knew just what to do.

"Babe" you spoke softly.

"What?!" he barked at you, choking on his own spit as he looked at you, his mind going completely blank as you had thrown your shirt up, flashing him your tits.

"Fuck" he practically moaned under his breath, licking his lips hungrily as he focused on your tits as you walked closer to him, his eyes fixated on them as you were almost flush against him.

"I'm sorry baby, I really am" you tried softly, walking closer to him as he stood by the door to his trailer. You took his face in your hands, leaning your forehead against his as his breath fanned over your face.

"I am really sorry"

His arms wrapped around you softly as he struggled to catch his breath.

"I hate when you do that" he chuckled softly, shaking his head softly as he did.

"What? Show you my boobs?" you tried to act as innocent as you possibly could, as one of his hands came up to cup your boob, a huge grin on his face as he licked his lips once more.

"Mhm" he moaned, struggling to breathe steady as he squeezed your boob softly.

"Fuck, I love them so much" he said as he stepped a bit away from you to get a better view of your tits as you got rid of your shirt completely, giving yourself a mental high five as it has worked once more.

"They love you too, baby" you cooed, watching him fall to his knees in front of you as he burried his face in between your boobs, inhaling the scent of you as he placed soft kisses to each before wrapping his arms around you, placing his face between them again, a huge grin across his face as he did.

You let him sit there on his knees for as long as he needed to. You didn't really mind having him like this on his knees in front of you as you played with his hair.

"I love you so so much" he mumbled against your skin as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, making you chuckle at him.

"I love you too, dummy" you giggled, leaning down to place a soft kiss to the top of his head before he lifted his head just slightly to look at you.

"I'm sorry I overreacted"

You felt bad for him straight away, you always did. You knew he just wanted to make sure you were okay, and when he didn't hear from you for over 24 hours, which was mostly the case when you ended up arguing like this, you wished for nothing but to teach yourself that you for once in your god damn life was able to pick up the god damn phone and give him a heads up. You were always talking together when you weren't gonna hang out for several hours on the phone, and even if it didn't happen often that you didn't hang out or were hours on end with eachother on the phone, you still felt bad you didn't take time to just give him a little heads up that you were doing okay and he didn't have to worry.

"Baby, don't apologise, please, it's okay"

"Ofcourse it's not okay that I shout at you baby, and don't you ever think it is!" he said a bit shocked, looking up at you between his lashes, his beautiful brown eyes melting you to the damn core.

"I won't, sorry!" you said, giving him a soft smile, noticing how he relaxed in your embrace as you kept on playing with his hair, something you knew he loved.

"But these" he smiled mischievously as he cupped both your tits, bouncing them in his hands for a bit before he wrapped his lips around your nipple as he played with the other, earning a soft moan from you as you pulled at his hair, your eyes rolling back.

"Fuck" you whimpered, loving the feeling of his tongue circling around your nipple, the gentle bites and the feeling of his lips around it as he sucked harshly before letting go of the nipple with a pop to focus on the other, giving the exact same attention to it as he did with the first.

"Babe" you moaned, pulling at his hair, earning a moan from him in response, as he bit down on your nipple softly, sending a pleasurable sensation through your entire body.

"Mhm" he moaned in response, batting his eyelashes at you as he continued his delicious torture with your nipples. Pinching the one he didn't have in his mouth between his fingers, circling soft circles around it, making your knees weak from his torture.

"Eddie, please"

He just chuckled in response, letting go of your nipple with a pop as he looked up at you with a huge grin, batting his lashes at you as he tried to act as innocent as he possibly could, still torturing your nipples by pinching them between his fingers.

"What, princess? Too much?"

He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how sensitive your nipples were. You couldn't answer him, but just whimpered and gasped as he pinched your nipples and rolled them around between his fingers.

"I can see you're getting needy baby" he cooed, smirking at you as he watched how you tried to rub your legs together to create some sort of friction.

"But I didn't allow you to do anything about it, did I now?" he smirked, making you whimper as the grin he had over his face grew.

"Answer me" he demanded as he flicked your nipples, making you hiss slightly in pain.

"No"

"No, what?" he smirked.

"No, master"

His eyes rolled back as he bit down on his lip, getting aroused more by the second, especially by the nickname you called him.

"There she is" he cooed, as he stood face to face with you again, pushing you softly against the wall, a hand wrapping around your neck softly, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he placed his knee between your leg, rubbing against your clothed core.

"You do as your told, isn't that right?"

You whimpered in response, but he didn't let it slide, squeezing your neck a bit tighter, making you moan, his knee pushing a bit harder against your clothed pussy.

"You're already soaked baby" he cooed, his eyes sparkling in the light, and you could see the lust grow in his eyes.

"Fuck Eddie"

Another squeeze to your neck.

"That's not my name honey"

"Sorry master" you whimpered.

He placed a soft kiss to your lips, biting down on your lower lip, making you moan in response before he let go of you completely, making you huff in annoyance.

"I have to get back to you after band practice, but don't do anything until I get back, or else" he warned, making you nod, but wanting nothing more but to pull him against you again, devouring him completely.

He pecked your lips once more before opening the door and winking at you.

"Love you"

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[beautyofthend]

I feel like I’m losing my mind right now.

3.03 | 4.01

#stranger things #joyce byers #jim hopper #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #jopper #edissy #hellcheer #strangerthingsedit #stedit #gifs #sts3 #sts4 #joycebyersedit #jimhopperedit #jopperedit #edissyedit #excuse me whilst i sob #like???? #wot does this mean??? #and the way eddie and hopper have been paralleled throughout s4???? #SUSPICIOUS #winona ryder #david harbour #joseph quinn #grace van dien

[steveharringtonat3am]

February 11 : Memory Lane (Steve Harrington x Reader)

On Valentine's Day, two old flames rediscover shared memories and contemplate a second chance at love.

February 12 : DIY Love (Steve Harrington x Reader)

When crafting with Steve on Valentine's, something unexpected is created amidst the glitter and glue.

February 13 : Love and Secrets (Steve Harrington x Reader)

A secret admirer leads Steve on a wild goose chase.

February 14 : Culinary love (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Steve might be in over his head with these dinner plans. But how hard could it be to make a three course meal?

February 15 : Mixtape Confessions (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Steve may not be great with words. But he can pull together one hell of a mixtape. But will it be enough?

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things steve #steve stranger things #steve x reader #sts4

[seancamerons]

"I mean, the good news is, I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know? I can learn. I can crawl forward."

#stranger things #strangerthingsedit #netflix #stancy #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stancyedit #stedit #stranger things 4 #eh this looked better in my head #edits by brimi #fanart #art #design #graphic #digital art #edit #typography #this moment warms my heart #sts4 #steve x nancy #ship #relationship #tvedit #television #quote #painterly #fandom #idk how to tag #artists on tumblr

[malacandrax]

“Explain shotgunning to me”

I read 'The Affliction of the Feeling' by nondz on ao3 and it absolutely killed me, I had to get this scene out of my head.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanart #Truly I have read the fic like 3 times already... the characters are so well written #sts4 #stranger things s4 #st #stranger things #listen the joint is backwards but it was too late to fix it #its fine he's a freak who smokes weird #process vid will go on patreon soon #steveddie

[qsphyxias]

𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕤

if you read yaoi and/or bl regularly as a woman, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; eddie finds ur baby photos + you guys kiss + drops the L bomb

warnings ; male (he/him) reader, ugh i miss writing lower case, no major spoilers, just the character, L bombs, not edited

note ; fuck season 4 bro im shitting tears (yes yes im late to the party, pls, bring in the requests)

words ; 0.7k +

⊱ ───── {⋅ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ - ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴀᴄ⋅} ───── ⊰

"Sweetheaaaart!" He spoke in a singsong voice, "Look what I found!" Eddie slid into your viewpoint from the hallway outside your room, stopping at your door frame on the heels of his tattered socks.

Horror washed over your entire soul as your jaw dropped an inch, eyes widened in panic. "Eddie. Do not tell me…"

Eddie could only stare at you, amused as he tauntingly swayed your photo album back and forth. "Yup, I found your baby photos…!" After Eddie had confirmed your suspicions (with a shit eating grin too), you took no time to launch yourself at him from where you sat. "Eddie! Give- Those- Back!"

Your frown deepened as you heard Eddie's happy laugh echo across your room, his arms catching you after your failed attempt to steal the album back. Eddie's eyes closed as he took a deep breath shortly after wrapping his arms around your back, the cold plastic cover of the album resting on your skin. "Mmmm... Do you smell that?" You scoffed as you heard the smile in his voice, begrudgingly getting comfortable in his grip.

"What, the deceit and lies in the air?" You grunted bitterly into his Hellfire shirt.

He playfully shoved you onto the bed in return of your mean comment, collapsing on top of you shortly after. "C'mon man, don't be like that!" You rolled your eyes, scooting away from him and sitting up. "I, personally, think a trip down memory lane sounds great, but you—" He poked your forehead, crawling towards you and delicately taking a seat on your lap.

"—don't." You finished his sentence, glaring at him for a solid 11 seconds before groaning dejectedly. He was pouting at you, eyes down turned and… Well, adorable. "Okay fine, just open the damn book already." You muttered barely above a whisper, annoyed he was still able to hear you. Eddie expressed his joy the only way he knew how, by cheering loudly, gripping your shoulders, and swinging.

With a final pump of his fists in the air, "Yeeeeesss! You're the best, s/o," he kissed you in thanks. The celebration was short-lived as Eddie had shifted all his attention onto the photo album. "Now come to papa…" You grimaced at his creepy tone, "C'mon man, act semi-normal at least."

"Good sir, I refuse." Eddie flashed a grin to you, placing one hand on his heart, and the other pointing up before excitedly opening the album. With a childlike giggle, Eddie fell backwards, letting his giant hair cushion his fall on your lap.

You couldn't exactly see inside the book from that angle, safe for the view of Eddie's expressions changing every flip of the page; from happy to tearful, and shocked to elated. It was embarrassing for you, but at least he was enjoying himself.

"Oh, my heart." Eddie rested his hand on his chest once again, laying the book flat on his stomach, looking up at you through his hair. "Who knew this lil' sweetheart would turn into such a dork when he grew up?" He could barely get through the complete sentence without laughing. You tugged his hair lightly, snorting at his winced reaction. "Look who's talking, Eddie the Banished."

His face suddenly hardened jokingly, a finger pointing straight into your face, "Don't disrespect the dungeon master, otherwise you'll get—" You suddenly felt afraid of the mischievous look in his eyes.

"—murdered by Vecna himself!" He only cackled as you screeched away from his hands wrapping them around your waist, lifting you up and off the bed to pin you to the wall.

"Eddie, if you drop me, I will-" He kissed you. "D- don't interrupt-" He kissed you again, holding it longer than the previous one. You groaned softly into his lips, relaxing and letting yourself slide down the wall and to the ground with Eddie's help. He only pulled away for air, moving his hands to your wrists and pinning them above your head. A shaky breath escaped your lips as you stared him down.

His trance was broken by his cheeky grin, instantly giving you a bad feeling about what he was going to say…

"I love you." He muttered quickly.

… Only to be proven utterly wrong.

You felt your face heat up, a goofy smile breaking out on your face. "Wow, Munson, you just made it gayer." You chuckled through intervals of nervousness and intense elation.

"Say it baaaack." Eddie said in a warning tone, dropping his hands from yours to grasping both the sides of his face. "Or Vecna..."

You finally gave in and laughed wholeheartedly, "Okay, yeah, yeah, I love you too." Eddie's signature smile grew slowly on his face, as he inched closer.

"You mean it, right?"

"I mean it."

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

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[cobwebssss]

gave him a tongue piercing >:333

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[gloomp3s]

Just a man, I'm not a hero

Just a boy, who had to sing this song

Just a man, I'm not a hero

I don't care

We'll carry on, we'll carry on

And though you're dead and gone, believe me

Your memory will carry on

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #sts4 #i've had this idea 4 so long #but my ps skills are so rusty #i decided to give it a go anyway #userluke #userallisyn #tuserrobin #usersnail #tuserdee #*mine

[caxde]

drunken confession | steve harrington x reader

summary you're Dustin's older sister, a night out with you're friends makes you see that here might be more between you and Steve (7.5k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff (a lot), mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of alcohol use, tabacco and anxiety (briefly). and eventual smut (p in v, hj unproteccted) english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read! 

“So, are you going out tonight?” Dustin asked once again, making you center your attention on him, you stop daydreaming. 

“Um, I dunno. We’ll get some drinks, better if you don't wait up I think.” You answered, looking at him. Your brother always seemed like he had more to say, like there was always a puzzle, or an equation that he had to solve in the back of his mind. 

“You’re gonna have to talk to mom.” He scuffed, almost like a laugh. 

“What? Why?” Your eyebrows scratched as you asked, your shoulders got high, and so did your voice. 

“She’s not letting you the car again if you’re out drinking.” 

“Well, I’m not driving so…” You finished, letting the fork in your plate, the clinking of it ending the conversation briefly. 

It seemed like it was going to be a quiet night anyway. Just you, and your friends, nothing unusual. Though you still didn’t know if you’d be drinking in someone’s house or out out. 

Because those are two very different things. 

If you were in someone’s house, you’d be calm, the lights won’t annoy you, the music won’t be too loud, and there won’t be too many people. 

And you’d promised yourself that even if that happened, you weren’t going to overreact, because these things are normal, and it is okay. You're safe, in someone's house, and out in a club or bar. 

- 

Thankfully the bar was still empty when you arrived. 

And the first round of beers went down pretty quickly. 

So did the second one. 

Nancy was excited. You could tell she was really happy, finally having received her acceptance letter to the college of her dreams. She couldn’t stop blushing every time somebody new walked into the bar and said congratulations. 

Robin was as chatty as ever, as she normally was to be honest. You’d found out that Robin gets excited over other peoples’ excitement, and you often thought to yourself what a good cheerleader she would make if she wasn’t as clumsy as she is. 

Eddie was quiet. It wasn’t unusual, not this early in the evening. He always gets more comfortable once he gets used to the people that are wherever you guys end up, and once he realises that nobody looks at him like he’s a freak anymore, in fact, since Corroded Coffin was gaining a bit of a reputation people tried to get close to him, talk to him. He’d never say it, but he loved it. 

And, Steve. 

Well, he was just electric. Something happened whenever you two were in the same place. He’ll participate in whatever conversation is going on at the table, but for a moment, however brief, he’d look at you, and you swear time would stop. 

You didn’t know why that happened, you just enjoyed it. 

And it was happening right now, as you were finishing your second beer, and he was already asking for the third round, his hand up with the empty bottle, once the barman saw Steve, he putted five fingers up, Steve nodded. 

And as it always happened after two beers, you needed to go out, get some air and smoke. And as always, Eddie walked out with you. 

“You doing okay Henderson?” Eddie muttered as he offered you his lighter, smoke already escaping his lips as he talked. 

“Yeah, just thinking.” You answered quickly, just before lighting the camel you had in your pocket. 

“You need to stop doing all that thinking.” He laughed, trying -with no success- to make you at least chuckle. “You wanna talk about it?” 

“I think you already know if I’m being honest.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, pleading that he won’t make you actually say it. 

“For what it’s worth, I think he’s just as much in his head as you are.” He admitted, as he took one long drag of his cigarette, almost gone now. 

“You’re only saying that because you’re my friend.” You brush it off, not really ready to believe that he might be right, not wanting to believe him, in case he was actually right. 

“And I’m also his friend.” He added, looking into your eyes, a soft smile in his face, and something else that you can’t recognise now. “And honestly, you two… something’s going on, it’s not hard to see it.” 

“Nothing has happened. Nothing can anyway.” You add, as you throw your cigarette to the floor, stomping on it so it’s definitely put out. 

“Why would you say that?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows raised, curiosity filling his voice. 

“Because he still likes Nancy.” 

-

Everyone had paid for one round. And you were now debating if you should go home or stay for a little longer. 

Nancy wanted to leave, and so did Robin. 

Eddie didn’t mind.

Steve wanted to stay. 

And you weren’t sure why but so did you. 

So, the table only had three new beers now, and a louder conversation. 

The bar had filled up, and the music was louder now. So of course you needed to scream a bit to hear each other. Again you weren’t really talking about anything important, just enjoying the company they provided, and the warmth that you felt being in a space with your favourite people. 

“Edds, I’m going out for a smoke break, wanna come?” You asked softly, the yellow packet already on your hand, trying not to feel nervous as you feel Steve looking deep into your eyes. 

“Um, not really… I really need to take a piss.” He laughs a bit more than necessary, the alcohol finally taking him over. 

“I’ll come.” Steve's voice finally could be heard. That stupid smile in his lips anytime he gets to spend quiet time with you. 

“Come on.” You smiled shyly as you stood up, a bit too fast, feeling the alcohol all at once once you finally were out of your chair. 

The cold air was the first thing that you felt, hitting you right in the middle of your chest, though you did not feel its coldness, at least not now. Not when he was right there beside you.

You’ll deny it every time somebody asks, but the way he lights the cigarette was hypnotizing. 

His long fingers curving to stop the wind from blowing away the flame, his lips holding it tightly, his eyes looking down carefully so that he does not burn himself. And just the way his nose and parted lips would shine in a soft orange light once the flame was ignited, it made him look both peaceful and angelic. But honestly, that wasn’t the best part. 

The best part of his little ritual came when he’d scooch over you, his face still -even if it was soft enough that he wouldn't notice- scrunched up, concentrating so that the flame wouldn’t disappear. His hands covering the end of your cigarette now, and he would look at you attentively, holding the lighter until smoke came out of your lips. 

You didn’t pay attention to him in that moment -you never could if you didn’t wanna burn yourself- but if you did you’d see the way his eyes couldn’t stay away from the way your lips look. 

And then, he’d always say and do the same thing. 

First, he takes a step back, so he’s not actually so close to you in case it would annoy you, but his feet would stay pointed at you, just like his attention was fully with you, and the way you look up at him. her and her dove eyes. He thinks he could see them even if he closes his eyes. 

Then his free hand would travel to the top of his head, retouching his hair once again, he does that right before he tilted his head to the left.

Then he always asks the same thing. 

“So, how are you doing?” 

And you’d always say the same thing. 

“Good, I’m doing good.” 

But really, you wanted to say. 

“I’m always good when I’m with you.” 

But it didn’t matter how much you'd drink, you never find the courage. 

But for some reason, today, after he asked you how you were doing he kept talking. 

“I’m not gonna lie to you Henderson, I’m getting pretty drunk today.” And he laughed. I could listen that laugh forever, you kept thinking. Though you didn’t need to say it, he knew it as soon as you smiled up at him and bite your lower lips as you looked at him. 

It drove him mad. 

“Honestly?” You asked as he kept laughing. He nodded and scratched the bridge of his nose with his thumb, cigarette still in his hand. “I’m getting drunk too.”

“Can I tell you something else?” He demanded, his eyebrows raising for just a second, your cheeks starting to hurt from just how much you were smiling. As soon as you nodded he lowered his head, and his voice. “It’s a really stupid thing.” He added, his words slurring a bit. 

“It’s never stupid if you say it.” You say back. It always happened, when you were drunk you could not lie, and with that, you’d say things more sincerely, calmer and softer. Even more when Steve was the one listening to them. 

“You look really pretty today.” 

You were expecting everything but that. Your face lighted up, your eyes shined brighter and you didn’t even know your smile could grow wider. You shook your head and scoffed. A friendly and shocked reaction over such sincerity. 

“You’re an idiot.” It’s the only thing you managed to say back. 

But he knew you were happy. Just as much as he knew his heart had skipped a beat as soon as he saw your eyes squint for a second. It was becoming impossible to act normal around you, he realised. 

You stayed there, under the cold starry sky, not saying anything, and it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to. 

Once you finished smoking in such a comfortable silence it was hard to go back inside, but even if you wanted to stay in that quiet moment, you headed back, only to find Eddie deep in a conversation with a girl you didn’t know. 

Well, it wasn’t really a conversation, more so he had his arm around her waist and was following her out. 

Steve laughed in shock first, after looking at you. 

“Guess that means we’ll have to drink his beer.” You add in a chuckle. 

- 

Your body was all warm and fuzzy. You weren’t going to drink anymore. 

But Steve seemed to keep going, you weren’t sure why, probably just the habit, oblivious to you, it was to calm his nervous thoughts. 

The bar was about to close, and that meant that it was getting quiet again, no need to scream anymore. 

“Your ears get red when you’ve had enough to drink.” You point out touching the tips of Steve’s ears, brushing his hair behind them. You were giggly and touchy, even more so now that no rational thought was in your brain. 

“Well… so does your nose.” He replays back, his eyes softer, as he lets his index finger touch the tip of your nose. “bub.” He adds. You’re not sure if he says it as a reaction to touching it or as a pet name, but you don’t care either way. 

“You’re wasted Harrington.” You giggle as you say his last name, your hands travelling down his neck, into his chest, falling clumsy -but softly- into his lap. He loses his breath for a second as he lets himself enjoy the way your skin feels against his. 

“Like father, like son, right?” He half jokes as he raises the beer he still is working on finishing. 

“What?” You shake your head at him. “No, no way. You look just like your mom.” You add. Your voice feels like a soft song to him at that moment. People never tell him that he looks like his mom, even if he always wanted that. 

“You’re the first person to say that, y’know” He confesses, his hand now resting on his hand, his eyes looking deep into yours. 

“Well… It’s true. Your mom’s beautiful, and so are you.” Your cheeks go red as soon as you realize what you just said. Though you mean every word of it. 

“You think I’m beautiful?” He asks, for a second it seems like he’s mocking you, but you know him well enough to know that he’s just shocked at the way you say things, so truthfully, so honestly. You always have the ability to leave him speechless. 

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” You sound more sure of yourself now, as you snatch a little beer from his bottle, he looks at you with his eyebrows raised, surprised and in absolute awe of you. 

“Not handsome?” You shake your head no as you giggle a bit at him, “Beautifull” He elongates the last L, a grin appearing on his lips. 

That stupid Steve grin. 

“Beautiful people are soft and kind. Not just on the outside, but all of them. That’s you.” His whole expression softened, even more if it was possible. His eyes were a pool of honey and coffee, and they could not stop looking at you, with pure adoration. 

“You’re the one being an idiot now.” 

You giggled as you felt the last sip travel down your throat, you nodded before looking back at him. 

“They’re closing, we should go.” You point out once you see the lights of the bar light up. The universal sign that the night had come to an end. 

-

The ride home was always fun, and worth remembering, every single one. 

This one however, was special. 

Your hand rested on the back of his head, playing with his hair lazily, not really thinking about it. It felt nice, and it was the closest you could be to him. 

That’s what you thought anyway.

What you didn’t expect was Steve deciding to let his hand rest on top of your thigh, not striking it, not squeezing it, it just rested there. His thumb drew a repetitive pattern, a kind of gesture that to you meant I’m here, but to him it screamed I don’t wanna leave.

Once he stopped the car in front of your house, he whipped around to look at you. Once again, he said nothing. He just looked at you. You knew what Robin would say if he saw that, probably something like stop admiring at each other and go to bed, please?. Eddie would probably just laugh and give you a little shove. But right now, the only thing that escaped your lips (that might be trembling because of your nervous heart, or maybe it was because his hand was still in your thigh, and yours was still on the back of his neck) was a soft “Thank you” And he just shook his head, a its nothing gesture. 

Though you weren’t ready for him to get out of his car once you were already on the steps of your house. 

“You okay Steve?” You asked as you saw him approaching. 

He didn’t say anything. 

He just hugged you. 

It had never felt like this. His hands holding you closer than ever, his head resting on the nape of your neck. Of course you returned the feeling, holding him thigh, not wanting to let go. Your head rested on his chest, and you could smell every inch of him. Aftershave, a deep cologne, the beer that you had drank and cigarette smoke. You closed your eyes for a second, trying to memorise how it all felt, how his respiration slowed for that moment, how he took a deep breath before letting you go and how he looked down at you, his honey eyes shining. His cheeks a bit flustered, and you're guessing that yours are too. 

“Yeah. Good night honey.” 

honeyhoneyhoney. 

-

“It would just be a quick drop, you wouldn’t even be five minutes late I swear!” Dustin whined again. He knew he was getting you annoyed, and frustrated, he could tell by the way your eyebrows were scrunched up and your nails were getting buried into your waist, holding tight onto something so you wouldn’t snap at him. 

“It’s not about dropping you off, it’s just…” You always had trouble communicating when you were like this, when your thoughts were going faster than your actions, when you got overwhelmed by things that nobody seemed to get overwhelmed by. “I’m supposed to go to Edds show, and I really don’t want to be late, because if I am, I might not find them and then that would mean I-”

“They’ll wait for you.” He looked down at the floor, his hands had his fingers intertwined, the same anxious tick you had, it looks like he inherited that too. “Please? Will goes back to California in a couple days and we really want to finish his campaign.”

You nodded, you understood the need to see someone, a friend. You know how much Dustin misses Will when he’s not around. He nodded back, and he sat on top of your bed. Happy. Calm, not pushing your buttons anymore. 

“So… Who’s going?” 

“Where?”

“To Eddie’s show.” He gestured with his hands, a weird look in his face that you had no time to get into. 

“Um, Robin and Steve.” You add back, your voice a bit higher in pitch, turning your back so you can look into your closet, hoping to find something that might work. Your indecision -you often think- is the worst thing that happens to you. “Nancy was supposed to come but she said something came up, so…”

“She didn’t tell you?” The tone of his voice made you turn fast to him, a shocked honesty that makes you wonder. 

“Tell me what?”

“Her and Jonathan got back together.” 

“Oh.” oh. “How do you know?” Your ears were ringing, poor Steve you thought. Poor heart-broken Steve, the only thing you ever wanted for him was for him to be happy, it didn’t matter with who, as long as he actually loved the person and was loved in return. 

“Steve told me.” Even if your little brother’s voice was calm, he was still looking at you with that same look. The one he uses when he’s trying to gather information, seeking a reaction, and if you were being honest, he was getting one. 

“Is Steve okay?” You needed to know, because right now it was all you could think about, about the kind boy that deserves to be loved, even if it can’t be by you. 

“You’re kidding? He helped Jonathan get her back!” That confused you even further, why would Steve help him get the girl he’s in love, get together with someone else. You turned back and started grabbing different tops and shirts and laying them above the bed. 

“Why would he do that? Isn’t he like, in love with Nance?” The way he started laughing made your shoulders tense for a second, jumping at such a reaction. “What are you laughing for?”

“He’s not in love with her! Jesus, you can be blind sometimes…” The palm of his face brushes his face as he looks at you, a puzzled look still on yours. 

“I don’t know what you’re on kid, but I need to get ready and have no clue what to actually wear so…” He picked up the white tank top and threw it to you. 

“You’re an idiot sometimes, you know that?” Dustins i’m much clever than you tone came back as he stood up. You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a petty smile. 

“Yeah, I’ve been told.” 

-

As you parked outside where Eddie was playing, a few minutes late, you grew nervous. The parking lot was full of cars, and finding a spot took longer than you anticipated, so by the time you found a spot and got to the entrance, the queue only seemed longer and longer. People standing in a not-so-neat line, chatting amongst themselves, shivering away the coldness of the night. Cigarette smoke and off-key lyrics filled the ambient of the people pulled away. 

You realise at that moment, you didn’t have a ticket. 

Steve and Robin had gotten in with Eddie. 

And you had no idea how to get in, so you took a quick lap to see if you found someone, anyone. 

Thankfully for you, Steve was by the entrance door, chatting away with one of the security guys. Even if Steve was tall, and had a wide back, the man talking to him toward over him, it almost made you giggle, seeing him as someone smaller, when he usually was the one that filled the room, even with just his presence. 

As you walked to him, smoke escaping your lips and a scent of burnt smoke following you, you remembered the conversation you had with Dustin. And still, you didn’t believe him, at least not until you saw the way his demeanor changed when you approached him, and a relieved “Steve” came out of you. 

Steve lost his breath for a moment. 

You looked truly angelic, and you didn’t even need to try. You in that white tank top that made your breasts appear larger, more exposed than they’re usually are, your hair down, letting the left side of your neck free, as the wind blew, and your jeans hugging every curve of your body. It drove him mad. Even worse, he always loved when you wore red lipstick, like tonight. 

Of course he wasn’t in love with anyone but you. 

But you didn’t know. 

The same way he didn’t know just how much it drove you crazy when his shirts hugged his arms like that, his veins more prominent when his arms were crossed on his chest. His hair always seemed to float, like it had a gravity of his own, but that single strand of hair that felt in between his eyes made you focus on him more. His soft honey dark eyes that were only looking at you, half lidded and full of adoration. It drove you crazy.

Of course you weren’t in love with anyone but him. 

But he didn’t know. 

Just like you had thought until a few hours ago that he still loved, or liked Nancy, it wasn’t until he had picked up Robin a few minutes ago that he didn’t find out that what you had with Eddie was purely platonic. Robin had laughed just as much as Dustin did, and called him an idiot all the same. But still, you both thought that your feelings weren’t returned, because that would be too perfect to be real. Impossible, just a dream. 

However, the way your name sounded when Steve said it made you forget about everything else, and just focus on him. 

A quick hug, not like the one he had given you that night he had driven you the night after you’d spent your entire night in a bar. You had come to realise, he became braver once some time had passed, and so did you. 

So you headed inside, where Robin was waiting for the both of you in the bar, a warm welcome and a big cheers with some beers that you grabbed as you moved further into the pit. 

The crowd was electric, everyone cheering for the show to start, eager to sing along with the band. You followed along, screamed when Corroded Coffin finally came on stage, whoo’d Eddie when he asked How are you doing Indianapolis and laughed when he admitted that he missed saying how are you Hawkins. 

Robin cheered the loudest and it made Steve laugh. One of those authentic, closing your eyes and holding your stomach kind of laughs. You thought that it was one of the highlights of the night already. 

But as these things often go, once Eddie’s band was over, and the next one came, the bar got even more crowded, and the lights felt brighter, and everyone seemed to be looking at you, judging or god knows what. Everyone seemed to bump into you, and you had already pulled the glue out of your empty cristal bottle on both sides. Breathing was becoming a hard task, and so did hearing anything that was being said to you. 

“Honey” You heard Steve as soon as you felt his warm hand on your shoulder. You looked up to him, a haze in your eyes.”Are you okay?” He halved screamed into your ear, his breath lingering into your skin. 

You pull him closer for a moment, afraid he might not listen. 

“Too many people.” You’re not sure if he could hear you, or what he could do. You try even harder to relax your breathing, to stop looking around. But it all ends when you feel his fingers intertwined with yours. 

You look up to him, he just nods to Robin who nods back at him, and he starts walking to the back of the pit, the lights seem to not burn anymore, and the people are few and far between. He just stays there, with you for a second before he opens his mouth. Looking at you and the way your eyes are scanning every single person in the room, looking for something that you don’t know what is.

“Honey?” There it is again, the soft worried Steve voice, his attention only on you. 

You look back at him, as you feel his hand grabbing yours thighter. He’s the only thing you’re looking at now. 

“Do you need to get out? Get some air?” He knows you won’t actually answer, but takes the nodding that you do as a clear enough sign. 

The creaking of the door and the friendly doorman brings you back down to earth, and so does the wind hitting your chest. 

“Better?” He asks again, desperate for some sort of confirmation from you. 

“Yeah, I just- Sorry…” You sort of mumble, more to yourself than to him. 

In that moment you realise that your hands are still tangled together, and the blood rushes to your cheeks as soon as you look down at them. They fit together so naturally, you think. Like a missing piece of a puzzle. 

“Don’t apologize. We’ll stay here as long as you need, ‘s fine.” You instinctively bite the inside of your cheek as you nod at him, a soft smile, a thank you of sort appears on your face, as does a grin on his. 

Without letting go of you, he reaches down into his jeans front pocket, and takes out a box of Camel, offering you to take one. Smoking might be bad for your lungs, but it does help with regulating your breathing, and he knew that’s just what you needed, and honestly, you were craving one, so you nodded again, searching for a lighter with the cigarette already in between your lips. Before you even find it, you feel the warmth of fire close to your mouth, and you just inhale the smoke. 

“Thank you…” He shakes his head, as he inches closer to you, the same strand of hair falling between his eyes again. 

“There’s no need for that.” He whispers, his words just as sweet as he is. His free hand pushes your hair behind your ear, and falls slowly to the nape of your neck, letting it rest there for just a second, his thumb stroking the end of your jaw in soft short motions, holding you up so you look at him, your doe eyes looking deep into his, he swears he could melt right here and there. You were driving him crazier everyday with the way you looked at him. 

For a second there, he thinks you might even love him back. 

“I just don’t know why I get like that, when there’s so many… I dunno” you scoff off, as your shoulders shrug ever so slightly, enough for him to catch, enough for your hair to move again and let the smell of your shampoo reach him. “I’m okay, don’t worry.” You say with a smile. 

He looks deep into his eyes, looking for any sign that you might be lying, he doesn’t find any. And he likes to think that you’re better because of him. It's funny how right he is. 

“We can stay here as long as you need.” Steve reasures you once again, getting closer again. Your body and his only a push away from touching. 

“You’re always so sweet to me.” You’re thinking out loud now, you bite your lower lip as soon as you see him mask his blush with a soft chuckle, as his grin deepens, and you stop for a second to look at his pretty pink lips. You even let yourself imagine what it would be like to kiss them. 

Steve debates what to do next. He knows you’re not lying, he knows that you’re being sincere and truthful. He can tell by the way your eyes are half lidded, looking at him like you’re in the safest space possible -even when you’re actually outside downtown Indianapolis- so in the end, he just wraps his arms around you. And he holds you even tighter when he feels you wrapping your arms behind his neck, and the way you stand on your tiptoes so you can hold him closer, your leg between his, his hands playing with the ends of your air. He breathes you in, intoxicating himself with the way you smell. You’re worried he’ll feel just how fast your heart is beating. But you’re too occupied smiling deeply and sincerely. 

He feels safe. 

Yes, there might be some butterflies, but they’re not nervous ones, it’s all just calmness. Love even. 

-

He ends up paying for your drinks, and you spend the night dancing at the back of the pit with Robin and eventually Eddie joins you. You laugh, and dance around, sing the songs off key with Robin making Eddie laugh as he joins you. Admiring the way Steve covers his face embarrassed, that the idiots causing the whole club to cheer you on as you move are indeed his friends. But what makes you have the deepest smile is everytime you catch Steve eyes, thay always seem to be on you. He even dances with you a couple times when Robin or Eddie go away to the bathroom or to grab more drinks. 

You don’t care because he is here and everything feels right. 

But the night was coming to an end, and you still were buzzing with energy. 

Even outside, where the cold wind wrapped around you you were still singing and dancing until Eddie started speaking. 

“Steve, can I take your car?” He asks, and it makes you all turn around and look at him. 

“What for? Where’s your van?” Robin followed, her voice raised a little too loud. 

“I think Gareth might have taken it.” Eddie explains as he points at his van driving away, with Gareth in the driver’s seat. You can’t help but laugh a bit, stopping slowly as you feel Steve laying his arm around your shoulders, you let yourself think of it as an embrace. Or maybe he was just cold. 

“Who’ll drive me home?” He mutters as he searches for the keys in his pocket. 

“I’ll drive you.” You say, looking up at him. Steve’s eyes shine brighter, with that look. A look you have only seen in him once before, long ago. 

“Sure.” He mutters, a grin in his face. “You won’t kill us?” He jokes as he pushes some hair away from your face with the hand that rests right where your neck meets your shoulder.

“I’ll come with you” Robin mumbles as she approaches Eddie, her eyebrows raised. 

Steve knows that if Robin could talk to him now she would plead with him, to actually make a move. He decides that she’s right. 

“Alright, let’s get home.” Eddie winks at you, a look that begs you to be careful. He grabs the keys that Steve throws him, the jingle of them making you realise that this was actually happening. 

You blame it on the alcohol. But you have to admit that holding his waist was something you have wanted to do for so long its feels fucking angelic once your fingers touch his skin, under his shirt, right above the seam of his jeans. 

Steve chews gum when he’s nervous, and the minty flavor, or maybe the amount of beer inside his system makes him say the most stupid thing ever. 

“Do you like gum?” 

“Yeah” 

“You want some?” 

“Sure.” You stop, expecting him to reach down his pocket and grab the small packet. You part your lips open expecting him to do so. Instead, Steve in a bold move opens his mouth and pulls you closer. 

Before you can even process what he’s doing, his thumb reaches your jaw, opening your mouth a bit more for you, and you see the way his tongue places the minty gum on your lips. You had closed your eyes. Thinking he was going to do something else. 

It had made you nervous and weak all the same. You can’t help but think, as you take a few steps, your hand holding even tighter onto him, that was one of the hottest things you had ever seen. 

It got better. 

After a few steps he talked again. His voice sultier, deeper. His eyes somehow were darker, but still looked like they were full of adoration for you. 

“Does that gum still have some taste on it?” 

“Yeah, minty” You manage to say. 

“Can I have some?” 

This time around, it's you who grabs him. And you can feel the way he smiles at that, and the way his fingers hold your face up again to meet him. This time it’s you who gives him the gum back. 

Only, you place it between your lips, and it's his tongue that gets it. 

In that moment you know, you’re fucked. 

And so does he. 

-

“Honey?” He asks as he sees you pulling into his street. 

The whole drive back home had been exactly like the last time. Except this time the way he would caress your leg felt hungry for your touch back, and your fingers would end up intertwined, singing the songs that came into the radio, not really paying attention, all of it focused on the way he was playing with your fingers. 

“Mmmh?” 

“My car keys may have been chained to my house keys.” He admits, embarrassed, as he covers his face. You can’t help but look at him and laugh a bit. 

“S’okay, you can sleepover.” He nods and you change directions. 

And before you know it you’re already parked, and he’s already following you inside. 

That’s when it hits you. 

Steve is in your room. 

Steve is sleeping over in your bed. 

Steve had practically kissed you. 

whatthehellisgoingon

You shake your head, not wanting to read too much into things that haven’t and might never happen. 

“I uh… I’m going to change.” You whisper, a bit of shame could be felt on your words, and Steve just nodded, lost in the sight that was you in your room. “Do you need anything?” 

“No, I… Usually just sleep with my boxers on.” That confession made you blush and bite your lower lip as you nodded. Not really knowing what to do or say. 

So you just turned around, you took off your bra, tossing it on the floor before you took off the white tank you had. You reached for your sleep shirt. An old grey shirt that was way overdue to throw away, but it was long enough and soft enough that you felt it was perfect for sleeping in. So, Steve just enjoyed the show. 

He stayed there, watching the way your body moved. He was the one that had his eyebrows raised, his chest racing and his cheeks flushed. He was lost in you. And you were painfully obvious that he was looking, maybe that’s why you take a bit longer to take off your tank top before putting on the gray shirt. Maybe that's why your heart skips a beat when you hear the sound of his belt hitting the ground at the same time that his jeans did. While you took your own jeans off, he took off his shirt. 

You knew you had to turn around now. 

And as you did you go lost in him. 

Him standing there, in nothing but his black boxers, framing all of him. Him and his chest with some hair, trailing all the way down to his waistband. That was an image you probably would never be able to forget. 

He took the first step. A soft grin appears in his lips once again. As he pushes the same flock of hair behind your ear, you can't help but tilt your head into his touch. He takes another step forwards, and just looks at you, deep into your eyes. You both chuckle, nervously at the situation, and like before, he holds you. Thight. Only this time, you can feel him against your leg. It makes you press your own legs together a bit more. 

Once he lets go, you slide into the bed, and he closes the lights, following you closely. 

“Is it okay if you hug me?” You ask. 

“Mmh.” He’s at a loss for words. 

He cuddles you, feeling you closer than ever before. And one of his hands gets lost into your thigh, right where your waistband meets your skin, tracing it. Softly. It drives you insane. Steve’s breathing into your hair, and you can feel how his breathing is fastening, just as much he can feel yours, by the way your stomach goes up and down. He can’t help himself anymore. He leaves a wet kiss on your neck. 

That’s all it takes. 

You turn around and you know you’re fucked. You can’t hold yourself anymore. You explote. 

You kiss him. 

The way his lips press against yours feels like he really wanted this, maybe even as much as you did. Your body pulls him closer, and his leg finds itself tangled in between yours. He’s lost in you and the way your mouth feels. He bites your lower lip, softly. And as soon as you feel the tug a soft whimper escapes your lips. Steve melts into you even more, his legs putting pressure in that spot between your legs that is already throbbing for him. Your hands find the back of his neck, and become buried into his hair. His soft chestnut hair. His hands begin to train up, inside your shirt. Holding your waist harder than before. Another moan escapes your kiss swollen lips, and he grunts in return. 

He tries to memorise you, and the way you look like now. To him, you’re a goddess fallen from the sky, and he’s the lucky one. 

He climbs above you, tracing kisses down your neck, as his hands travel up, up enough to meet your breast and press down, even carefully he’s strong enough and skilled enough to pinch your nipples, making them hard. And your legs wrap around him, and you can’t quite believe just how big he’s gotten just from kissing you. 

His hands take off your shirt and as soon as he looks at you he’s a goner. 

“Fuck, you’re beautifull honey.” He groans. A deep voice you’ve never heard from him. 

It makes you pull him closer. And he starts to move, his cock and your clit being only separated by the small fabric between you both. 

“Can I-” He cuts you off as he looks up at you, stopping the trail of kisses he wanted to finish on your left breast. 

“You can do anything you want to me honey” 

You can’t help yourself. The wetness patch only growing on your thong. You needed him, but you were so desperate to touch him, to see him. 

You flipped him around, leaving him laid on your mattress, his hands up in shock. He’s surprised by you in the best way possible. 

You were the one kissing him senseless now, as you grind on top of him. HE grew harder and stiffer with every time your clit pressed against him. His hands grabbed your ass in that moment, hard and burying his fingers as deep as he could. You wasted no time kissing every beauty mark that you could see, slowly going down his stomach, his breath shortening, sucking in and groaning your name in the most delicious way you have never heard anyone say it. 

Your hands found the hem of his underwear and pulled it down. He was so big. His pink tip already wet with pre-cum, and it was all because and for you. Your eyes widened with desire, you had to taste him. 

So you did. 

It only took a lick for Steve to shiver, and that made nothing but turn you on even more. His hand had now started to press on your clit through the fabric. It didn’t matter, it felt too good. 

So, as you looked deep into his eyes, you wrapped your lips around him, and you went down. 

Steve had never been more desperate, the eye contact, you and your pretty doe eyes looking at him like he was the only thing in the world. 

His fingers had pushed your thong to your side, and started messing around your entrance, it wasn’t until his waist flinched forward, making you swallow him whole, that he didn’t actually finger you. 

But once he did, he couldn’t stop, and neither could you. 

The way you moaned, with him still inside you, the way your waist moved, letting him get more aces into you, it drove him mad, he needed you, like really needed you. 

“Steve, please” You begged. 

That’s all it took. 

His hands took off your thong and pulled you up, he kissed you deeply, his tongue getting lost with yours. Your soft lips fit perfectly with his, and the wetness of his cock still in them. 

He was above you again. Three fingers in, your legs already up, he had you prepared you enough for him to enter, but anyway, when you felt the way his cock slided into you, your walls tensed up for a second, and you both moaned as soon as you felt each other. 

“God, you feel so nice honey” He whispered into your ear before biting it. 

Your legs wrapped around him, tightly, and your hands were on his back, pushing him deeper. He wanted to go slow, but seeing you so helpless, so needy for him, made him pick up the pace. With every thrust, your eyes rolled deeper into your head, your muscles relaxed, and your feet were pointed. 

The warmth of his skin felt so good against yours you felt as if it would never be enough, even if you wanted to scream his name, you couldn’t. Everyone was sleeping. So you did the only thing you could.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Steve '' You whispered into his ears in between thrusts. You felt how his head hangs lower after that, his back arched so he could reach even lower. And when you thought he was as deep as he could, he placed an arm behind you, reaching that place that even you couldn’t. 

“So have I honey.” He admitted before kissing you, a deep, wet kiss. Followed by many more repressed moans and loud groans. “I’m all yours.” 

“I’m all yours” You repeated. 

He grabbed your leg and pushed it up, he was so deep now you could feel him everywhere. You were lost in him. The way his hair bounced, the way his eyes looked at you, his lips swollen because he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop kissing you. 

He was a goner. And so were you. 

You hadn’t come this hard in so long. 

You melted into eachothers arms. 

You had a silent moment, where it was all soft kisses and caresses. You couldn’t quite believe that that had just happened. 

Or how good it had been. 

“I meant it.” You heard him whisper, his lips pressed against your ear. 

“What?” 

“I’m all yours.” He repeats. Leaving a kiss in your hair. “I’ve always been.”

“I mean it too.” You let him know, your nose brushing his, your fingers tangled with his. “I’ve liked you for so long, my love.” 

He laughs a bit. Maybe it was the confession he had just got out of you, maybe it was because you had just called him my love. 

“God, me too.” He finally admits, a weight being pulled away from his chest. “But I thought you had a thing for Eddie.” 

“And I thought you still loved-” He shuts you up with a kiss. 

“We broke up because I was falling for you.” He finally admits. 

You can’t stop smiling or kissing. 

You don’t think you ever will. 

-

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[starrazorr]

i see a lot of people dragging jonathan for his jibe at steve’s expense in the finale, but no one realizing that steve has not proven himself to jonathan in the way he’s proven himself to everyone else and the audience. from jonathan’s perspective, steve has:

called him and his brother a derogatory homophobic slur

implied that jonathan murdered his own brother

implied that jonathan is just as bad as his father (an established sore spot for jonathan)

publicly embarrassed jonathan (we can argue if steve was justified in this till the cows come home, the point still stands that he did it)

destroyed jonathan’s camera, one of the only expensive things he owns

relished engaging in a fistfight with jonathan

fled when the cops arrived, leaving jonathan to take the fall for an encounter that steve instigated

showed up uninvited at jonathan’s house and inserted himself into the demogorgon encounter

got the girl that jonathan had feelings for

has continued to insert himself into the party dynamic and fill the role of “the brawn”

we as the audience know the deeper motivations behind steve’s character and know how he has developed and grown over the course of the seasons, and we know he genuinely cares about the party and sees himself as a protector figure. jonathan doesn’t know any of that! because the duffers are lazy and jonathan and steve never got to have the talk that steve originally showed up at the byers’s house to have that fateful night!

basically, yes, it was a cheap shot from jonathan. but nancy and jonathan have likely made these sort of glib remarks at steve’s expense before! the difference now is that one of them has actually witnessed steve’s character growth, so the joke falls flat. jonathan and steve had a canonically tense relationship even before the events of the show began. it’s unfair to expect him to worship steve the same way the audience does when he has no reason to.

#disclaimer: steve is one of my favorite characters #but so is jonathan #and im tired of seeing this tiny comment blown way out of proportion #v.text #stranger things #st spoilers #stranger things 4 #sts4 #jonathan byers #steve harrington

[rewrotethestars]

can we just appreciate how she meets her man halfway

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[eddiemunson-fanfic]

Smothering kisses.

Eddie Munson x Plus size!FM!Reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking,

Summary: Eddie saved you from a creep, and you were too drunk to even realise what you were doing. He tried to get you into his van, but to no use, you couldn't keep your hands off of him, and it just ended up with you admiring him, kissing him and straight up just making him blush and giggle like a school girl

Requested by @tessab154 based off of this post

"I said no, please leave me alone" you huffed, as the guy who has been harrassing you for the past hour keeps touching you, when you clearly stated you didn't want him to.

You were out with your friends, celebrating after you nailed the test you had just the day before. You were all happy that it was now over, now that you've been getting closer and closer to the end of the school year.

"Come on, don't be a prude" the guy whined into your ear, way to close for your own comfort, and the other girls tried to get him to back off too, but it was no use.

"A girl like you shouldn't be a prude like this, come on" he urged you, and this was making you even more uncomfortable. Yeah, you were maybe bigger than most girls, which people thought meant you didn't get much, and would be jumping at any given dick you could, but you were far from that sort of girl anyway.

Little did you know that Eddie was at the other side of the bar, watching out for you as he sipped on his soda, making sure not to drink since he wanted to make sure you got home safe. And he heard the comment the creep just sent your way, making him grip his glass so hard his knuckles whitened.

You had been dating for a while now, secretly that is, since neither your friends, or Eddie's was a big fan of either side of your friend group. You were in complete different friend groups, and they clashed with eachother, making it unusual for you to even hook up or be a part of eachothers life. But you and Eddie had been friends way long before you ended up in the groups you did and all your friends knew about it.

You wanted to kiss him, hug him, and every single thing that came naturally from being a girlfriend out in the open, but you couldn't, and you both knew it would raise hell if it came out you were together, atleast that's what you thought. Just a few more weeks, and you could be free to do whatever you wanted to, because you wouldn't be in school by then. You would be on your way to start your life together, which had been your plan all along since you were kids to get away from Hawkins together and start a new life. Now that reality was closer than ever, and you could barely hold it together.

But it was a pain, to say the least. You wanted to wrap your arms around him in school, cuddling up to him when you could, even just sit at his table instead of yours during lunch, or he at yours.

You stole glances of eachother every now and then, and you met up in the woods behind school from time to time, meeting up in the utility closet a few times here and there, and you were secretly sneaking off to his van every now and then to be alone.

Your friends didn't really appreciate that you were hanging out with the town freak. But they couldn't really stop you either.

"She said to leave her alone"

His voice made you jump slightly, loosing balance for just a second before you turned around with the brightest of smile when you noticed who it was, leaping into his arms as you almost managed to make both of you fall. The alcohol in your body making you forget that this was not something you could do.

This made Eddie chuckle slightly, wrapping one hand around your waist to keep you both steady, glaring at the guy who didn't take no for an answer as he glared back at Eddie.

"And what you gonna do about it, punk?" he barked at Eddie, and you noticed how every muscle in his body tensed by the comment, before he let go of you, handing you over to your friends as he walked closer to the guy.

Everyone seemed to underestimate how strong Eddie was. He surprised you on the regular by how strong he actually was, considering how skinny he looked, that boy for sure had some muscles that could manhandle you given the opportunity to do so.

Just thinking about the last time he manhandled you so hard, he left bruises on your hips, made you stiffle back a moan as you watched how he stood up to protect you.

"You better watch it, she said no, now leave"

Everyone around you, including you watched with awe, or curiousity mostly, what was going on in front of them. Eddie, the skinny guy he was, standing up to a gym bro, a head taller than him, and his physique twice as big.

"Leave"

Eddie said sternly, keeping his eyes on this guy that didn't seem to wanna budge at all.

You didn't even have time to register what was happening before Eddie had this guy pinned to the floor, a firm grip on his neck as he was as close as possible to this other guys face, his curls hanging off his shoulders, almost falling into the guys face as he growled at him.

"Leave"

He said more clearly now, before letting go completely of the guy with a push, as he rose to his feet again, watching as the guy tried his best to get away, almost like a dog with it's tail between his legs as Eddie came back to you, looking you over as he cupped your cheek.

"You okay?"

His brown beautiful eyes were making it hard for you to speak when you saw how filled with worry and love they were for you. You just nodded as he gave you a soft smile, leaning into your ear so only you could hear what he had to say.

"I love you"

Fuck. You didn't even register what you were doing before your lips crashed against his, pulling him into you eagerly by his hair, you both moaning into the kiss before you pulled away, forehead resting against eachother.

"Uhm, excuse me, but what the fuck?"

One of your friends said, chuckling slightly as she spoke, not believing what she was seeing right in front of her, breaking you from eachothers hold as you looked at her with your signature "whoops"-eyes.

"When? Where? How?" she blurted out, noticing the heat radiating off of you both, knowing you well enough that you would not have done that if you weren't serious about a guy.

"For how long?" another one of your friends said as you pulled Eddie closer to you when he tried to leave.

"No, stay" you said, wrapping an arm around his so he had no choice but to stay.

"You sure?" Eddie spoke softly, making you nod at him in response.

"More sure than I have ever been about anything in my life"

Your friends watched you, intrigued by whatever had been going on between you both.

"So this is the guy, huh?"

"Yeah, this is him" you said proudly, knowing exactly what they meant.

Because one thing was for certain. You couldn't keep your mouth shut about Eddie even if you wanted to. You were head over heals in love with him, and you have been talking about him to your friends for months now, without mentioning his name, that was the only part you kept to yourself. All you said to them when they asked you about him or his name, was that they would know about him one day. Guess this was today.

"You all know about me?" Eddie said in surprise, making you giggle as your friends nodded in unison, making Eddie look as pale as day when he realised he haven't been a secret as he thought he had.

"You've talked about me?" he said with awe, his eyes searching yours as you gave him the warmest of smiles, pulling him into a quick kiss.

"She wouldn't give us your name, that's all, but we know"

Holy shit. I thought she was embarrassed to be with me, but all this time, she has been talking about me? To her friends?

Eddie couldn't believe it, he had thought this entire time that you were embarrassed of him, but you didn't talk shit when you said that you wanted to tell your friends about it. He couldn't control his smile as he looked at you again, seeing how you were eyeing him from head to toe.

"Join us?" one of your friends said, taking both of you by surprise, but Eddie gladly joined you as you scooted into a booth nearby as he followed along, sitting beside you as your friends sat opposite you, taking your hand in his, rubbing soft circles to the skin as he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

You didn't think that your friends would approve of your relationship, but they did. They saw how happy you were around Eddie, and they told him even how happy you have been since you guys started dating, because one thing was for sure, they noticed.

Eddie told them how you ended up dating in the first place, and they were actually nice to him. He treated you all to a few drinks and shots. You were having such a good time, dancing with your friends, trying to get Eddie to dance with you, but he said he would rather just watch you, and he did.

He watched how you swayed your body together with your friends, and his heart was bursting with how much he loved you. He couldn't believe that he was now allowed to touch you in public. To kiss you. To do everything he had ever wanted to do with you after you started dating.

"See you later babe!" your friend said before you parted ways with your group, Eddie holding onto you so wouldn't stumble and fall as drunk as you were at the end of the night, trying to get you into his van so he could take you home safely.

"Please just get into the van babe, you're drunk" Eddie chuckles as he holds onto your hand, steading you as you struggle to keep your balance.

You look at him and giggle, wrapping your arms around him in such a haste you almost manage to make you both fall to the ground, but Eddie is quick to steady you both before you manage to fall.

"You so pretty" you say a bit slurred, making Eddie shake his head, slightly laughing at you as you brush his bangs away from his face slightly when he pushes you against the van to keep you both steady.

"Thank you princess, but I really want to get you home now"

"Oh my, a hunk like you taking me home?" you giggle, licking your lips hungrily as your head falls down to his shoulder, making you inhale the scent of his hair as you fall at ease in his arms. Just like puddy for a second.

"You're my girlfriend, we live across from eachother, remember?"

This makes you shoot your head up in surprise, grinning from ear to ear.

"NO WAY" you say dramatically, making Eddie giggle, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you with admiration. The love he has for you almost bursting out of his heart by the look of you. You were so beautiful to him, and the fact that you were his was hard for him to even realise at times. The fact that he now could publicly touch you and kiss you were almost too much for him to handle.

"Yes way" he said before he placed a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against your lips before he pulled away, a soft moan leaving his throat, making your entire body tense up with hunger for this delicious man in front of you.

"Fuck" you moaned against his lips, pulling him into you, kissing him hungrily.

Hearing how he made you feel from moaning slightly, made him chuckle and smile against your lips.

"Hungry are we?" he smiled, pulling away from you, making you whimper for more of him when he did.

"Yesss, please, just kiss me" you whimpered as he pulled away even more from you, holding you at arms length as he did so.

"As much as I love kissing you and all that babe, I don't wanna take advantage of you" he said softly, brushing some hair away from your face, you leaning into his touch as you kissed the palm of his hand, letting out a soft sigh as you looked into his brown eyes.

"You're so beautiful" you slurred, admiring his face for a while before he shook his head, smiling, looking down at the ground as he did.

"You're gonna make me blush"

"But you are! You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen"

He locked eyes with you, cupping your cheek as you smiled cheekily at him, needing, and wanting him closer, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, kissing his cheek.

"So awfully beautiful" you said before landing another kiss to his jawline, down his neck and back up again.

"You taste so good too" you said as you licked his cheek, over his lips, placing a soft kiss to them, before kissing your way to the other cheek, down his jawline and neck before tracing kisses up again, ending up smothering his face between your hands, drowning his face in kisses.

"So. Fucking. Beautiful" you said between kisses.

He couldn't control his laughter by now, trying to get away from you, but you were stronger than he had anticipated, and he couldn't get loose from your grip.

"Babe, please!" he giggled, trying to push himself away from you, but there was no use. And he didn't really mind it that much either. He loved the attention he got from you.

"I love you, boyfriend" you said after pecking his lips softly, playfully playing with the word boyfriend, making Eddie blush when you said it. You let go off his face just slightly, still cupping his cheek after admiring him for a bit. He leaned into your touch, giving your palm a soft kiss before he smiled at you.

"I love you too, princess, so fucking much, you have no idea"

"Take me home, please?"

"Your wish is my command" he grinned at you, opening the door for you to climb into his van, giving you a hand so you wouldn't fall or lose your balance climbing in and closing the door after you before he ran over to the drivers side to drive you home.

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