#the guy who likes to fix things made Eddie HIS PROBLEM

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve was doing this for Robin.

He had to keep telling himself this. He could get through the day, the weekend, life, if he just kept repeating this to himself.

But an hour into their day, his pants ripped.

Not in a place it can be hidden, not a small one.

Right along his ass.

And because Robin insisted he’d be fine, he didn’t bring a bag with a change of clothes.

He could buy some, sure, if he wanted to spend $60 on special convention sweatpants that would be entirely too hot, unflattering, and ruin the costume Robin insisted he wear to match hers.

He was hiding in the bathroom currently, furiously texting Robin to let her know he was just going to stay there until it was time to leave.

She’d be mad at him, but she’d be more mad at herself for not letting him bring a change of clothes.

His pants weren’t even tight. Luke Skywalker doesn’t exactly wear tight clothes. He had no reason behind the rip other than the universe just hating him as much as possible.

Robin told him she would find someone to help, whatever that means, but he didn’t think that was possible without just buying new pants.

He stood in the corner of the continuously crowded bathroom, trying not to draw attention, but knowing it was incredibly odd to just stand in the corner of a public bathroom.

Ten minutes passed and a guy walked in with a backpack and a sign that says “Free Cosplay Repair” and Steve knew what Robin had done.

The man was pretty, and not dressed up, but seemed like he wished he was. Maybe it was difficult to repair if he was wearing some elaborate costume.

Steve didn’t know how this worked.

“Are you Steve?”

Steve nodded.

His voice was calming, and Steve instantly trusted him to fix the problem.

“Heard you’ve got a bit of a problem with the costume. Big or small?”

“Uh. Pretty big, man.”

“Ah. Tear along the ass, then. Happens all the time.”

He set his backpack down and started rummaging through the front pocket. When he pulled out a sewing kit, Steve realized he was going to have to get this fixed in a public bathroom with this very attractive man staring at and touching his ass for who knows how long.

“Um.”

“It’ll be better if you can take them off. I’ll be able to sew it much faster.”

Steve couldn’t just stand around in his boxers. That was not part of the plan or the agreement with Robin. People were coming and going from the bathroom at a rapid rate.

“Is there somewhere private we can go?”

“Awww, Stevie, feeling shy?”

Steve’s face was beet red. He was feeling a little shy, and being called out on it by a hot guy kind of made him think about being called out on other things in other ways and his brain was not doing well.

“My name’s Eddie. I come with my friend Chrissy to a bunch of these every year. We have a tent set up on the show floor for privacy, but you’d have to walk to it. I could walk behind you if you want?”

“Oh. Okay. Um. Sure.”

It was better than standing half naked in this bathroom.

So they left, and Eddie stayed right behind him, covering him from possible exposure to the growing crowd.

He would lean forward and direct him to the tent every few seconds, leaving goosebumps behind from how close he got to his ear to be heard.

When they arrived, Chrissy was finishing up with supergluing something to a mask. Eddie touched her shoulder and whispered something to her. She rolled her eyes and smiled at him before turning back to the person she was helping.

Eddie nudged Steve into their tent.

“Alright, shouldn’t take too long. Take them off, Luke.”

Steve rolled his eyes but followed directions. The faster this was done, the faster he could get back to Robin, who was probably so deep into the crowd by now that he’d never find her anyways.

Maybe he should just stay here. Learn to sew. Become a part of their traveling repair team.

They seemed nice enough.

Eddie got started immediately, and Steve was grateful for the privacy the tent provided. He sat down on a stool they had set up in the corner and put his hands in his lap, covering as much of himself as he could. He was definitely not confident in this place.

He’d embraced that he liked some nerdy things. He was fine with it.

But he was way out of his element here.

“You come to these a lot?”

“No. Just supporting my friend.”

“Explains not being as prepared as the pros.”

“I did try to be. My friend said I’d be fine. Don’t know why I listened to her.”

Eddie snorted. “She a friend or a…friend?”

Steve laughed so loudly, Eddie jumped. “Sorry. She’s very much not straight and I am very much not interested.”

“Is she Leia?”

“Yeah.”

“Everyone will assume you’re together, you know?”

“Yeah, well. She said I had to and I owed her.”

“Must’ve done you a big favor.”

“You could say that.”

Eddie’s hands were moving quickly, and Steve couldn’t help watching in amazement.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“What? Sewing? Or conventions?”

“Both.”

Eddie smiled while he worked.

“Sewing since I was 11. I was in charge of fixing my and my uncle’s clothes since we couldn’t really afford new ones unless I outgrew them. Then in high school I did costumes for drama and cheerleaders. That’s how I met Chrissy. She was a secret nerd so she took me to a convention and I saw too many people crying over broken and torn cosplays so I started doing this.”

“For free?”

“Yeah. I already had most of the supplies on hand and I’m not using them all so why not?”

“That’s really…kind.”

He saw Eddie’s cheeks blush, but he didn’t comment.

Maybe he’d gain some upper hand here despite being half naked in a tent with a stranger.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It kind of is, man. Just take the compliment. It’s really selfless.”

“Okay. Yeah. I guess. Thanks.”

They settled into a comfortable silence and Steve really took in the tent. There were things hanging up that he vaguely recognized as D&D monsters from Dustin’s room.

“Hey, the kid I babysit is into that.”

“What?”

“The dungeons game.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I think he even has that exact print in his room.”

“No shit? I made these. I have an Etsy shop.”

“You’re kidding. He’s gonna freak out that I met you.”

“Well, shit. Take one for him.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that.”

“Yeah you could. I’m not letting you leave until you do.”

Steve felt his heart flutter.

Dustin was like his little brother and he loved him so much. Any time someone did something kind for him, it melted his heart.

He didn’t have time for feelings for a stranger.

Not at a convention where he was the outcast.

“I guess if you insist.”

“I do.”

Steve was a fucking mess. Emotionally, he was the type to get really attached really quickly. It’s why all of his relationships ended within weeks. He was ready to be completely committed and they never were. He fell hard and fast for anyone who showed him even a tiny bit of interest.

He had to get out of this tent.

“I’m not rushing you, but how much longer?”

“I’m almost done. Few more minutes. Doing okay?”

“Yeah. Just wanna find Robin.”

“Text her to meet you here. She knows where it is.”

“How would she know that?”

“I’ve met her a few times at other conventions and she always stops by to say hello.”

Robin knew this guy?

Suddenly, he realized what was going on.

She was setting him up.

“Take your time. She can wait.”

Eddie slowed his hands and looked up at Steve.

“Uh. Okay.”

“She’s a traitor who did this to me on purpose.”

“Ripped your pants?”

“Yes.”

Eddie stopped what he was doing completely.

“She ripped your pants on purpose? How would she have done that?”

“She pulled a seam out or something.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Because she’s trying to set us up.”

“Us?!”

“Yep. Sorry. I promise I don’t expect anything. She just does this sometimes. Thinks I’m lonely or whatever.”

Eddie searched his face for a minute, then looked back down at his work.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Lonely.”

Well, yeah. Robin didn’t get the assumption from nowhere. But he didn’t really want to admit that to a stranger.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Apparently, he was going to anyways.

“Hm.”

“Hm?”

“Mhm.”

Steve huffed out a breath.

Eddie stood suddenly and came over to Steve, pushing his shoulder back and his legs apart so he could fit between them.

Eddie’s hand cupped his chin, pulling it up so he could look at him.

Steve gulped.

He was feeling more than vulnerable at this point and wasn’t sure what to do about it.

“Your friend must really love you to want to make sure you aren’t lonely.”

“Um. Yeah.”

“You know, I’m taking a lunch break in about an hour if you wanna hang around. I could use some company.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. One condition though.”

“What’s that?”

“You take the pants off again.”

Steve laughed and Eddie couldn’t help the smile he aimed down at him.

“You want me to eat in just my boxers?”

“Well, not just your boxers. That’ll be later at the hotel.”

God, this guy was good. Smoother than Steve’s ever been and he was known for his charming nature for years.

“You think I’ll come back to your hotel?”

“I know you will.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I only temporarily fixed these pants. The stuff you need is back at my room.”

“What if I don’t care about the pants?”

“All the more reason to leave them off when you come to my room.”

They smiled at each other.

Steve felt brave. He felt a little ridiculous. Most of all, he felt like he couldn’t pass up the opportunity literally staring him in the face.

He leaned up a bit more and waited for Eddie to lean down.

When their lips met, Steve knew he was completely fucked.

Robin had fucked him over and he’d never been so grateful.

#steddie #Steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #inspired by the amazing people who walk around conventions fixing cosplay for free #and inspired by people like me who don’t have a clue what they’re doing but just there for the ride #I wrote this in my car in a parking garage in Orlando lmao #sorry for typos or if it feels ridiculous and rushed #it’s because it is

[juniperskye]

Chewing Gum

Summary: Eddie gets gum in his hair, so Steve takes him to his favorite salon to get it out. The events of season 4 did not happen.

Eddie Munson x Hair Stylist (Fem)Reader (she’s kind of sunshiny emo lol also she’s described to have colored hair, tattoos, and piercings)

Fluff

Word count: 1474

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, no use of y/n, language!, Jason Carver being an ass, half assed salon info, let me know if I missed any!

not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Jason Carver is a dick. He treated Eddie and the boys like shit and went out of his way to make sure they knew they were “freaks”.

Eddie saw Chrissy get bumped by one of the other basketball players. They were messing around in the halls like a bunch of Neanderthals and Chrissy got struck in the crossfire. She was body checked into a locker and her books went flying.

“Here.” Eddie offered Chrissy her science book that had slid across the hall.

“Thanks Eddie.” Chrissy smiled.

Eddie nodded back to her and moved toward his homeroom, but not before Jason stormed over, purposely bumping Eddie in the process.

“Let’s go babe.” Jason said, pulling Chrissy along with him.

This had been a pretty tame reaction from Jason…or so Eddie thought. Eddie made it through homeroom and history no problem, it was when he got to lunch that all hell broke loose.

“Woahhh dude! You have gum in your hair.” Garreth said to Eddie.

“HA HA very funny Garreth.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Oh shit! Ed, man he’s not joking.” Dustin informed the older boy.

With that, Eddie reached to the back of his head and brushed his hand over his hair. As he shifted from the top of his head down towards the nape of his neck, he felt the sticky wad of chewing gum, causing his curls to tangle up.

Laughter erupted across the cafeteria, as Eddie’s gaze shifted to the disruption his eyes met Jason’s who shot him a smirk and a wink. Further proving Eddie’s theory that the asshole that was Jason Carver had, in fact, been the culprit of this incident.

“Eddie, I could call Steve, his hair guy could probably fix you right up.” Dustin offered.

“Hell no. The last thing I want to do is get help from Steve.” Eddie scoffed.

“We could just cut it out.” Mike shrugged.

“Fuck it. Call Steve.” Eddie conceded.

Dustin and Eddie made their way to the school’s payphone. Dustin was quick to dial the number and explain the whole situation to Steve once he picked up. Steve had offered to take Eddie to his hair guy, but only if Eddie asked nicely and said please…which he reluctantly choked out over the phone.

“I’ll come pick you up.” Steve told Eddie, before hanging up.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve pulled up to the school in his burgundy BMW, yelling at Eddie to “hop in”. The drive started off in an uncomfortable silence. This was the first time Eddie had hung out with Steve alone, not that they were hanging out.

“So, listen Eddie, nobody, and I mean NOBODY, knows that this is where I get my hair done and honestly I’d like to keep it that way.” Steve explained.

“Okay…you’re freaking me out. Where is this place?” Eddie said as he looked around the unfamiliar neighborhood.

“Just up here on the left.” Steve said, pulling up in front of a hair salon.

Eddie initially felt confused, he figured that Steve would go to a barber, like any other guy from school, but this actually made a lot of sense. Steve cared about his hair the way any girl would and he’s very particular about it so naturally he would go somewhere that would take better care of his hair.

As they made their way up the curb, Eddie was able to get a better look of the inside. It was painted mostly black but there were bright pops of hot pink and teal around the place. There were pink velvet couches and those smiley face daisy pillows strewn about them. There was only one employee in the place, and she was currently blow drying some girl’s hair.

Eddie’s eyes scanned the hair stylist, you were beautiful you had pink streaks in your hair, dark tattoos littering your arms and a nose ring. You took Eddie’s breath away.

“Steven Harrington you better not be back here to ask me to cut your hair shorter. You made me take so much off last time and I still haven’t gotten over it!” You shrieked.

“Would you relax! I’m not here for a haircut, I’m here with my uh, my friend.” Steve said, glancing over at Eddie.

“Hi Steve’s friend! Oh, my goodness your hair is beautiful! Please don’t tell me you want me to cut it off!”

Your theatrics were making Eddie’s heart sing. The compliment had him blushing.

“God no! I don’t want to cut my hair, that’s actually why I’m here.” Eddie exclaimed.

“He got gum stuck in his hair.” Steve replied waving him off.

“I didn’t get shit stuck in my hair. That asshole Jason Carver spit gum in my hair.” Eddie explained.

“Ugh the Carver boys are all terrors. I remember being a sophomore when Michael Carver was a senior and if he wasn’t the biggest douche bag, then I don’t know who was.” You said, shaking your head. You shifted your gaze over to where Eddie and Steve were sitting. “Wait a minute! I know you, Eddie Munson, we had freshman English together!” You said, reintroducing yourself to him.

“I knew you looked familiar!” Eddie smiled.

You told him that you’d be with him in just a minute, you wanted to get your client finished up and checked out. He watched in awe as you effortlessly sectioned and styled her hair, led her over to the register and cleaned your station quickly. He noticed you gathering a few things, which he could only assume would be for him.

“Okay come over and sit!” You gestured to your chair. As Eddie made himself comfortable you began explaining what you were going to do. “So, I am basically going to load your hair up with oil which should allow the gum to slide out. I will wash your hair after too, so you don’t leave here looking like a greasy mess. I have a reputation to uphold!”

“Okay, thanks.” Eddie said, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“If you want I can trim your hair too, just clean it up, make it so your bangs aren’t in your eyes so much.” You offered.

“Oh um, that would be great but I uh, I don’t have any…”

“It’s on the house Eddie. Just a favor for a friend.” You said quietly.

Eddie nodded slightly and you got to work, slipping on some gloves, and pouring the hair oil into your hands. You started working it into his hair, really targeting the areas around the chewing gum. Slowly but surely the gum started to untangle itself from Eddie’s chocolate tresses. Once the gum was completely out, you led Eddie over to the shampoo bowl and proceeded to wash his hair. You couldn’t help but smile down at the soft expression he wore on his face. His eyes had fluttered shut and you thought he truly could have been asleep the way his face was relaxed. After washing, conditioning and finally rinsing his hair, you gently grasped his shoulder.

“Eddie, you ready for me to cut your hair?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Eddie said, carefully getting up and heading back to your chair.

Eddie sat and you and him chatted back and forth as you trimmed his hair. You had made sure to communicate through every part of the process, which products you were using and why, the way you were cutting his hair and adding in some natural layering to help with the bulk, trimming his bangs a little shorter than he was used to so they wouldn’t be too long so quickly. You pulled out the hair dryer and attached the diffuser, explaining what it did to Eddie and letting him know that blow drying definitely isn’t necessary for him to do.

Steve couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that plastered its way on his face at the interaction playing out before him. He had never seen Eddie sit still this long or listen this intently to anyone. Steve couldn’t help but think that Eddie had better thank him for bringing him here.

“Alright Eddie you are all set.”

“Thank you so much, seriously! I really appreciate it and I don’t think my hair has ever looked or felt this good.” Eddie said, admiring your handywork.

“Of course! And by the way if you ever get gum in your hair again, peanut butter or cooking oil can get it out, it just takes a bit of work.” You explained. “But know that you can always come here, and I can help too!” You couldn’t help but mentally facepalm.

“Yeah. That sounds good! You know, I would need your number…you know to get a hold of you..” Eddie smirked.

He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of thanks toward Jason Carver…he had brought you into his life, all with a piece of chewing gum.

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[blushweddinggowns]

Contrary to popular belief Eddie was no blushing virgin. Sure, the whole metal head mixed with nerd thing wasn't a cheerleader's cup of tea, but there was a certain type of Hawkins girl who dug the whole bad boy aesthetic, and even a few boys. He'd managed to get into the pants of more than one closeted jock over the years to know his way around the block, for men and women alike. 

So no, Eddie was no stranger to relationships, he had his fair share of partners over the years, and had even managed to be an alright boyfriend to a few of them. But even with all that, he had still been woefully unprepared for dating Steve Harrington. 

Maybe it was because he got to bear witness to him being a sexy badass who bit the head off of demons, or maybe it was because Steve turned out to be the sweetest guy on the face of the earth and saved him from literal hell, or maybe Eddie had just never expected to even get this far, but whatever the reason Eddie was obsessed with the guy, in a way he just wasn’t used to. He had been since Steve kissed him for the first time, or if he was being honest with himself, since he had that bottle to his throat. 

Besides the shallow fact that Eddie had never been this attracted to another person before, Steve was just so...fun. And he made such an effort to get to know all of Eddie’s nerd shit. Even if he was a snarky bitch more than half the time in their DnD sessions, Eddie didn’t miss how much he was paying attention to the plot, even if it was just to make fun of the kids' bad party decisions from the sidelines. And that wasn’t even mentioning how much he tolerated his music. Despite the fact that Eddie had fallen in love with a pop princess, Steve still let him blare his metal tapes in his car, and when he got Eddie Metillica tickets for his birthday, Eddie had nearly passed out. Steve just made him feel so…free. Free to be himself, in any way he wanted, with no worries that he would ever be too much for him. 

He liked to think that Steve felt the same way around him. The guy had Eddie doing shit he never would have even considered before he met. If Steve wanted to go on a hike, then Eddie was more than willing to risk experiencing the horrible, great outdoors, especially since Steve always gave him a piggyback ride at the last leg of the journey. If Steve wanted to be at one of Lucas’ games, then suddenly postponing Hellfire was no longer a big issue. If Steve was having the kind of bad day that only corny ABBA songs could fix, then Eddie would happily blare Dancing Queen in the van, his image be damned. 

It’s not like he had had low expectations in terms of dating Steve, he just…hadn’t expected to be so whipped so soon. He had known he was Steve's first boyfriend (and planned on being the last, if he had anything to say about it) so he kinda figured he would have had the edge here. But no, of course, Steve had him wrapped around his finger by the end of the first week and there was really nowhere else Eddie would rather be. 

But as wonderful as all of that was, loving Steve so fully led to some unexpected consequences. Like the fact that Eddie had become a possessive freak overnight. He was jealous, plain and simple, and it was constant.  He was jealous of every girl that made star eyes at his Steve at the checkout counter of Family Video, he was jealous of the way every Hawkins housewife shamelessly flirted with him at any of the kid's events, christ, he was even jealous of how easy Robin had it when it came to being affectionate with him in public. 

Kissing his cheek, holding his hand, their weird platonic soulmate relationship didn’t bother him, but he wanted to be able to do all of that too. If he could just start making out with Steve everytime someone even looked at him the wrong way, he wouldn’t have a problem, but their options were so limited in shitty Hawkins. Everything had to wait until they were alone and behind closed doors and Eddie hated it. He was lucky when they managed to even link pinkies in public, when in reality all he wanted to do was stamp a giant Property of Eddie Munson across Steve’s forehead. 

He was lucky that Steve hadn’t caught on yet, just how much Eddie wanted him all to himself. And Eddie wanted to keep it that way. The last thing he wanted was for Steve to think he didn’t trust him, not with how hard the guy worked to be sure Eddie was fully aware he was loved.

It wasn’t an issue of What if Steve finds someone better than me and leaves? But more of, If that bitch doesn’t stop touching my future husband I’m going to flip a table. But Eddie wasn’t going to risk even the chance of hurting Steve’s feelings over something so dumb.

Somehow Eddie Munson, the exonerated, drug dealer who lived in a trailer park, managed to bag the best man in the state of Indiana, and he was not going to ruin that over some stupid jealousy. Even if all he wanted to do right now was beat the shit out of the jackass who wouldnt stop trying to dance with his boyfriend.

They were on an overnight trip to Indianapolis for Robin’s birthday, which of course meant they had to go to a gay bar at her insistenace, “This could be my only chance to kiss a girl before college, we have to do it!”

And from the looks of Robin making out with random girl #2 at a booth, at least they accomplished that mission, but that didn’t stop the fact that Eddie was about five seconds away from being a wanted killer all over again. Steve, his perfect, lovely Steve was too captivating for his own good because no one would stop hitting on him in this place. They saw one look at his pastel sweater and soft hair and swarmed and Eddie felt like he’d been beating them away with a stick ever since. 

Though Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling of chasing them away, because at least here, he could be all over his boyfriend, in anyway he wanted. And he didn’t hesitate to use it. Someone tries to chat Steve up at the bar? Eddie’s there with a hand around his waist and his lips on his temple. Someone tries to slip him their number at their booth? Eddie's in his lap and tosses it away. Someone's asking Steve dance? Eddie will pull him onto the floor before the words are even out of their mouth. And sure, maybe he’s going a little overboard, but Steve was tipsy enough to let it all slide, or if anything encourage it. 

It worked well enough to keep them all away, all but one. Eddie wasn’t sure what the dude’s problem was, but he had had his eyes on Steve the second they walked in the place. Very fratboy-esque, and not the type Eddie expected to see here, more like someone he’d expect to see on the cover of Erica’s teen magazines. 

The type that obviously wasn’t used to the word no. 

Eddie had been in the bathroom for less than five minutes, but that had been plenty enough time for that asshole to crowd Steve on the dancefloor. He watched as Steve pushed him away again. Robin was with him now at least, drunk and pissy enough to stick her tongue out at the guy as she draped herself over Steve’s shoulders. 

It was enough to make him retreat back to the bar, alone. Eddie followed, taking a seat next to him at the counter. The guy barely glanced at him, eyes still fixed on Steve.

“Got your eye on someone?” Eddie asked, casual as he ordered a beer. He reconginzed the song playing, and knew that the crescendo was deafening enough to be of use. 

He nodded in Steve’s direction, “You could say that.”

He wasn’t paying any attention to Eddie, not even as he snaked his hand closer to his, already getting the perfect angle, “Pretty sure that one’s taken.”

The guy scoffed, “A few more drinks in him and he won’t be able to tell the difference. That’s all I need.” 

Eddie’s eye twitched, all of his rationality flying out the window. The music was finally swelling, perfect timing for Eddie to do what he came for. He jerked the guy’s little finger back, the loud snap and surprised cry completely covered by the music. 

Eddie leaned in, hissing in his ear, “Y’know, you should really learn to watch your mouth in front of strangers.” 

He let his finger go, taking a sip of his beer as the guy sputtered at him, “Are you crazy?!”

“Yep,” Eddie shrugged, “And if you touch him again and I’ll break your fucking hand.” Honestly, if he so much as looked at Steve again he was going to smash his teeth in, the fucking creep. Eddie wasn’t sure what his face looked like with when he let that threat out, but it was enough to make the guy turn tale, speed-walking for the front door.

Eddie turned around, fully intent on joining Steve back on the dancefloor, when he was met face to face with the man himself. Steve stared at him mouth slack, probably because Eddie just went full psycho on a stranger. 

Eddie froze, mind racing as he tried to think of what to say here, but Steve was already grabbing his hand and dragging Eddie out through the back door. He stopped when they were outside, crowding Eddie against the wall.

Eddie swallowed, trying to say something, “Stevie-” 

Eddie barely got a word out before Steve was kissing him, pressing him against the wall with a moan. Eddie’s brain short-circuited for half a second before he was pulling Steve closer. So not mad then. 

“God, that was hot,” Steve panted against his lips, “Love it when you get all jealous.”

Eddie pulled away to blink at him, not quite sure if he heard that right, “You do?”

Steve nodded, moving to start kissing at Eddie’s neck, “Mmhm, even at home, when you get all touchy and pissy over girls. You’re too fucking cute man, it kills me.”

Eddie grinned, heart full as Steve attacked his neck. All that worrying, for absolutely nothing. Because of course Steve just got it, “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine baby.”

Steve giggled against his throat,“Good, because there’s nothing I love more than being yours.”

Eddie groaned, chasing back after Steve’s mouth. 

Maybe jealousy wasn’t such a bad thing afterall. 

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #I know jealous beating people up aint it but this aint reality so we good #I've tried to post this twice before and it broke the whole ass app for me idk how technology works #last time I'm trying! #the chad eddie being destoryed by boy virgin steve #that sounded funnier in my head #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands

[unclewaynemunson]

aight this is gonna get angsty

One morning Steve’s car won’t start when he has to get to work, so he calls Eddie to ask if he can give him (and Robin) a ride. Eddie, who knows a thing or two about cars, offers to try and fix the problem instead; it’s Saturday so he has nowhere else to be anyway. Eddie drives to the Harrington house and they swap keys. While Steve drives Eddie’s van into town, Eddie goes to work on Steve’s fancy car.

It doesn’t take long before one of the neighbors sees him: the infamous Munson boy, never up to any good, in the middle of Loch Nora, bent over a car that’s probably worth more than his own home. That can only mean one thing, right?

When the Hawkins police get a call from the concerned neighbor, they quickly get into action. Attempted car theft by the guy who already has a name for possessing various kinds of drugs, the guy whose father is behind bars for grand theft auto and arson? Doesn’t sound too far-fetched, and definitely sounds more exciting than the usual bar fights or property damage complaints that take up the majority of their jobs ever since the Upside Down has been defeated for good.

‘I wasn’t stealing his car, I was fixing it! I’m his friend,’ Eddie splutters when two cops forcefully push him against the side of the car, but they only laugh at that while they handcuff him.

‘Yeah, sure you are.’ Deputy Callahan utters a sharp laugh. ‘Steve Harrington’s friend, good one, freak.’

‘If you call Hopper -’

‘Chief's daughter is ill and we can do our jobs just fine without him. You’re coming with us, punk.’

Rationally, Eddie knows that it’ll all be sorted out in no time. He’ll be kept in detention at the station for a while, they’ll call Steve at Family Video, and Steve will probably lose his shit and get him out in no time. He knows that. But merely knowing it doesn’t help him when he’s all alone in a tiny cell with nothing but his thoughts. He had sworn to himself he wouldn’t end up like this - like his father. Yet here he is. Another Munson in jail for stealing cars. For stealing Steve’s car. How the hell could he ever have thought that he’d be good enough for someone like Steve?

By the time Steve gets to the station and his loud voice echoes through the hallways as he follows deputy Callahan to Eddie’s cell, inexhaustibly scolding the man, Eddie has already lost it completely. 

‘Fuck,’ Steve mumbles, his voice suddenly much softer, when he sees Eddie all folded into himself in the corner of the cell, his arms wrapped around his pulled-up legs and his cheeks wet with tears.

As soon as the cell door opens, he rushes over to Eddie and kneels down in front of him, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his knee.

‘Hey, Eddie, I got you, there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore, okay? I’m here. I’m getting you out.’

But Eddie is crying so desperately that he can’t even speak.

‘Nothing happened, alright? I’m here,’ Steve repeats. ‘They already dropped all the charges. You got nothing to worry about.’ He pauses for a moment, looks at Eddie intently. ‘Is this about your father?’

Eddie shakes his head. ‘It’s... It’s ‘bout you,’ he manages to get out in between sobs.

‘About me?’ Steve stares at him in confusion.

‘You shouldn’t... Shouldn’t be friends... with me, Steve.’

‘Woah, Eddie, come here.’ Steve drops down onto both knees so that he can wrap his arms around Eddie, gently stroking his back and letting him cry against the fabric of his Family Video vest until Steve’s whole shoulder is wet and Eddie finally has calmed down a little bit.

‘What made you say that?’ he finally asks, softly, when Eddie’s breathing has gone back to normal and he isn’t sobbing anymore.

‘I don’t know why we were pretending that we - that we could be friends,’ Eddie says, voice still thick with tears and sounding a little bit choked. ‘I’m nothing like you. When I’m at your house, everyone thinks I’m stealing your car. And that would make way more sense than the truth, wouldn’t it? They’re right. I’m not - I can’t be - I’ll never be good enough for you. I’m too much like him - just look at me now! You’d never end up in this place when you’re fixing someone’s car. But I’m just like him, and that means I’ll only end up hurting everyone I love - I’ll only end up hurting you.’ 

‘Eddie.’ Steve says his name so softly, while combing through his hair so gently, and Eddie doesn’t believe he deserves any of that kindness.

‘You’re nothing like your father. Everything you told me about him... It’s nothing like you. None of it is. You’re - you’re so kind and brave and loving and good. You shouldn’t believe a thing of what my dumb neighbors are thinking about you. We know they’re wrong, that’s all that matters, alright? And they better get used to you hanging out at my house, ‘cause I don’t give a shit about what they think, you’ll always be welcome there, even if they call the cops on you everyday. I want you there, Eddie.’

Eddie, exhausted from all his emotions, is barely able process that much sweetness. It’s too much; those reassuring words and the tender way in which Steve is brushing his thumbs over Eddie’s cheeks to wipe away his tears. It is making him lose any last ounce of common sense; he can only give in to those tender touches and press his lips against Steve’s.

Within a second, his brain catches up to what his body has decided would be a good idea, and he freezes in terror. Surely Steve will despise him now; surely he’ll push him away, punch him, call him all kinds of terrible names, lock him back into that cell...

But none of that happens. Steve only produces a surprised sound from the back of his throat, then presses his lips firmly against Eddie’s, soft and warm and gentle, while cradling his arms around him.

It only takes a few seconds, then Steve pulls back, blushing fervently and with a somewhat shocked look on his face.

‘Um. That was... Holy shit.’ He draws in a shuddering breath. ‘They probably have cameras in here, don’t they?’

Eddie can only nod stupidly.

Steve moves his arm to grab Eddie’s hand and squeezes it lightly.

‘How about I get you outta here, and we do um...’ His eyes flash down to Eddie’s lips for a split second. ‘And we do that again somewhere we have more privacy?’

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They take their time in the back of Eddie’s van, kissing and talking and then kissing some more. When Eddie finally drops Steve off at Family Video to let him finish what’s left of his shift, he feels like he might never be able to stop smiling anymore.

‘Hey, um...’ he starts, ‘When you tell people about us, can you please leave out the part where I had a completely pathetic breakdown, and maybe instead say that you fell in love with me because of how immensely cool and badass I looked behind bars?’

Steve lets out a loud laugh. He reaches out his hand to play with one of Eddie’s curls. ‘That’s gonna be a no,’ he says, still chuckling but with an earnest look in his soft brown eyes. ‘I like our story just the way it is. As far as I’m concerned, everybody can know how strongly you feel things and what a huge softie you are. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s exactly what I like so much about you.’

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fruity ficlet #angst

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Buck & Eddie:  Two emergencies in 7x1 illustrated Buck hasn’t dealt with his death

It appears the first call with the older onery couple and the second call with the burned car relate to Buck’s death and they seem to illustrate how he’s not over it yet.

These are my OBSERVATIONS and INTERPRETATIONS of two scenes included in 7x1 and other people’s may differ since everyone consumes and interprets media differently.

Now back to the regularly scheduled program…

Before I delve into this, I have to mention that I don’t think Buck’s over his death yet.  Does he want to be?  Yes but the fact is he hasn’t dealt with it and the first two emergencies in 7x1 alluded to it.

For those who read my post about my frustrations surrounding the fact that TM (showrunner) said Buck was tired of talking about death and he just wants to be happy (linked here), I’ve elaborated on why I believe he hasn’t dealt with it yet in this post.  I found two things in the first episode of season 7 that seems to prove my theory associated with the way TM might be saving Buck dealing with the fact that he ACTUALLY DIED in season 6 until after 7x6 airs since that’s Maddie’s wedding and the Buckley parents are scheduled to return.

I live blogged during last week’s episode but while doing so, I noticed so many things that I wanted to expound on but I wanted to analyze them first to see how they connected to previous seasons and episodes.  I watched the episode three more times for multiple reasons but mainly because I wanted to make sure I understood all the callbacks, hindsight, metaphors and foreshadowing.  This post will not include everything I found because it’s a lot but I will do several posts to cover the others.

While Buck and Eddie were in the locker room talking, Buck said all ND wanted to talk about was his death, it got boring after a while and he didn’t know why he thought dating a dEaTh DoUlA was a good idea.  Eddie responded, “Well you had just died” but then he said something else that caused me to pause because it was JARRING.  He said, “Welcome back to the land of the living Buck, you were missed” (more on this topic below).

Be clear, I’M GLAD SHE’S GONE AND I WISH THE SHOW WOULDN’T HAVE SHOVED THEM INTO A RELATIONSHIP.  If she would have helped Buck with the fact that he died like she was supposed to then all that screen time spent on whatever they had in season 6 could have been used to SHOW how he arrived at a point of just wanting to be happy at the beginning of season 7 but the audience didn’t get that.  The truth is, if he wasn’t opening up and talking about it (it’s likely he wasn’t since he’s not in therapy) then of course it got boring for him because he was doing what he always does, avoiding dealing with his own issues by trying to fix everyone else’s.  Reminder, he’s the guy who likes to fix things except for when it’s his own problems.  He avoids them the same way he avoided moving on from AC in season 2 which equates to the way he avoided talking to TK for a week so he wouldn’t have to break up with her at the end of season 5.

Also, Buck hides his true feelings and he said so in 4x2 when he was in a FaceTime therapy session with Dr. Copeland.  He said, “How I hide my true feelings from others”.  Additionally, in 6x15, he told Eddie, “The truth is I am different.  But I feel like I have to be the same old Buck, mostly for the sake of everyone else.”  These two statements he made along with the way he avoids things further substantiates the fact that Buck is hiding the way he really feels about his death and he’s pretending to be happy.

IMO, the first and second emergencies in 7x1 the 118 was dispatched to appeared to show where Buck is mentally.  I’ll start with the chair and the car metaphors in this post because they’re the ones I couldn't forget when I watched live.  After my initial viewing, I kept wondering why the man in the first call was not only sitting in a reclining chair but he was ALSO TRAPPED IN IT.  Additionally, I couldn’t get over the fact that Buck and Eddie were the only two on the scene of the second call with that burned car.  Not only was the car destroyed from the inside out; it was the question the owner of the car asked Buck that I couldn’t forget.  The chair and the car are the two items I’ll expound on in this post to illustrate how they relate to Buck’s death and I’ll include my opinion to explain how they might relate to what could possibly happen with him before the end of the season.

Call #1

Do these two GIFs look familiar?

They should because Buck and Abe are both sitting in arm chairs that are suited for only one person and they mirror the way Buck’s life could end up if he lives it the way other people want him to instead of him living it the way he wants to. The darker color in the suede of Abe's chair is similar to the color of Buck's leather chair. Also, Abe's chair is outdated but he still uses it so he doesn't have to deal with Edna.

In 7x1, Abe just wanted to be at EASE with his life while sitting and relaxing in his chair but his wife wouldn’t let him.  He was trying to watch TV but she kept knit picking at everything he was doing.  She was doing the whole “pay attention to me or else I’ll force you to do it and make your life a living hell while I'm at it” dynamic and it was annoying AF. They had been married for more than 30 years and they never had any kids but they were also miserable.  They hated each other and it appears they were in a marriage neither of them wanted to be in.  After the 118 arrived, Edna said, “He loves that chair more than the loves me”.

Furthermore, they had a couch in their home but it was just sitting there which means ABE REFUSED TO SIT ON IT WITH HER.  He told Chimney the fighter jet should have put one of them out of their misery.

Was the depiction of their relationship reminiscent of one from season 5?  YES!

In 6x1, Bobby told Buck he needed to take inventory of his life so he could be at EASE and when he did, he sat in his chair but at the time, since he had already given TK the boot, he didn’t have to worry about her doing to him what Edna spent 30 years doing to Abe.  If Buck would have kept on clinging to TK, then that could have been his fate.  TK was shallow and wanted all the attention on herself the same way Edna did and she proved it with her raggedy and immoral journalistic behaviors.  She had planned to throw the 118 under the bus in 2x6 but she didn’t get the chance to do it then since the LAFD’s lawyers were more powerful than her news station’s lawyers.  However, she jumped at the opportunity to do it a second time in season 5 when she didn’t have anyone to stop her.

Abe’s relationship with Edna gave the audience a future flash forward of where Buck could end up if he follows what some GA viewers want him to do.  Before he died, in 6x2, Lev told him his life went by in a blur and it was the reason he went to the happiness convention with his friends.  Abe chose the life he felt like he was expected to live with a wife and a house too but based on the way he was acting; it clearly wasn’t something he would have chosen for himself.  And he was so far from being at ease that he was miserable.

Additionally, Edna was a combination of every woman Buck’s ever dated.  She was older and had red hair which coincides with AC.  She didn’t care about what Abe was doing because she wanted him to do what she wanted which coincides with TK and also, she had red hair.  She was frustrated with him and what he was doing which correlates her to AM, reminder she didn’t like Buck’s job which is the reason why she left him with a cast on his leg after the ladder truck explosion.  Finally, ND was fascinated by Buck’s death the same way Edna was fascinated by the fact that Abe might not be ok.  She cared more about the chair being out of her house than she did about his well-being.  Their lives were miserable but instead of ending their relationship, they clung to each other just like Buck and TK did in season 5.

IMO, the couple represented the life Buck would have if he follows the path some people in the GA want him to.  Believe it or not, there are still viewers who want everyone to do things the way they did them, i.e., get married, have a house, have kids and work a job until they die and instead of wanting Buck and Eddie to experience the true love they clearly share to flourish and grow, for WhAtEvEr ReAsOnS, they’d rather they stay in relationships with the women who wronged, abandoned and ignored them. It appears they're choosing not to see how much they love each other and they would prefer them to “stick it out” in relationships with people who clearly make them miserable.

Reminder, in 6x15, Buck told Eddie, “I still don't know how to act. I am different but I feel like I have to be the same old Buck, mostly for the sake of everyone else” and I’ve always believed he was saying that directly to the audience.  It was aimed at the women who wanted him to keep waiting around for AC or those who wanted him to stay with AM because she had an adult conversation with him before she dipped.  Then there are those who wanted him to stay with TK because she was career driven (that’s a bunch of BS because journalists can be driven in their careers without being immoral, vindictive, callous or using people to get popular by writing a crappy book) and then there are those who wanted Buck to stay with ND (I know this may be hard to believe but there are posts that indicate “he knew what he was getting into when he dated her” 🙄).  Like seriously, they wanted him to stay with her because in their minds, she was perfect for him but haven’t all his girlfriend’s stans said that?  They have and the question they should ask themselves is, why haven’t any of Buck’s relationships worked (related post linked here and here) instead of acting like the women who treated him poorly deserved to stick around.  Also, Buck’s a ticking time bomb waiting to explode the same way that dummy bomb would have if it had gone off. However, just like on the call, Eddie’s going to be there for Buck but it’s unclear when or if he’ll be able to stop it from happening.

Call #2

The burned car was still smoldering but it was also hollow and charred to the core.  IMO, it was included as a call that only Buck and Eddie were allowed to extinguish as a way to illustrate how it’ll take both of them working together to repair Buck’s charred, burned and smoldering insides.  Reminder, in 6x10 he was struck by lightning and he died which means he’s probably feeling hollow on the inside and I think he feels all cored out just like that burned car.  While they were in the locker room, it appeared he was ready to talk to Eddie about the way he feels which is the reason why he may have invited him to go out so they could be alone and he could speak freely.  But he backed off when Eddie mentioned “Big date” and reminder, Buck was the one who assumed Eddie had a date with M (more on this below) but Eddie was talking about Chris' date.

After Eddie left, the audience didn’t see Buck leave so apparently, he went somewhere but who knows where since he wasn’t shown again until the next time they were at work.  If they had gone together, it would have been a date but IIRC, other than the poker date in 6x13, every time Buck and Eddie hung out in the past, they were at Buck's loft or at Eddie’s house.  Additionally, Eddie admitted he’s a nester which means he’s ok with them staying in like they did when they played video games and drank beer in the past.  The one time they went to a bar together in 3x11 doesn’t count as a date because the rest of the 118 was there with Albert.  I think Buck was extending an olive branch and trying to let Eddie know he needed him the same way Eddie tried to let Buck know he needed him before his breakdown in season 5 but when he finally broke, Chris called Buck and he came running.  I’ve always wondered how it will play out if Buck breaks down while he’s alone in the loft and I have an idea of how it will happen but I haven’t decided if I’ll post it on here.

When they were done, the car owner asked, “Is it a total loss or is…?” and Buck responded, “Uh… not total.” then he smiled, held up a pine tree fragranced car freshener, which is symbolic of an actual family tree because of the ROOTS, then said, “Have a good day”.  Buck’s biological family roots are about to come into question AGAIN (related post about the Buckley parents other deep dark family secret linked here) and guess what?  When they do, it’s going to rock him to his CORE and the only person who’ll be able to help him is EDDIE!  Buck’s not a total loss as the phrasing in the scene alluded to and Eddie KNOWS that! However, Buck will need for Eddie to tell him that over and over again until he starts to believe it.

I think the confrontation OS mentioned that’s supposed to occur between Buck and Eddie will be in relation to Buck’s self-worth and how he views himself.  There are a lot of people who want to move on from the fact that Buck died and rightfully so since he along with the viewers had to endure an entire season of him not dealing with his issues.  But the truth is 9-1-1 hasn’t moved on from it either and even though TM said Buck’s ready to find happiness, the fact still remains that Buck hasn’t dealt with the reality of his own death.

IMO, he will find happiness when he’s in a relationship with Eddie and reminder, Eddie’s the one who’s always trying to encourage him.  He did it in 7x1 too after Buck said, “You don’t want him to end up like me” but Eddie was quick to respond, “You didn’t end up like you”.  It was soft, pure and so full of love that it took Buck’s breath away.

Now be honest, would AC, AM, TK or ND have said that to him?  The answer NO!

I stand by the things I included in a previous post because Connor and Kameron are supposed to return some time around or after 7x5 and that’s when I believe the proverbial $hit regarding Buck’s self-worth will hit the fan since it’s likely they’ll have some devastating news for him about the baby.  Then the Buckley parents are set to return for Maddie’s wedding and nothing good ever happens to Buck when they do so it's looking like a trifecta of bad news for Buck (related post linked here).

Other than the time he spent talking to Chris at Eddie’s house, Buck was only shown at work during the entire episode and I believe that was on purpose.  It’s unclear when he’ll be shown in the loft again but when he is, that could be when the audience sees he’s not doing as well as he’s trying to get people to believe.  It’s likely the way he really feels about the fact that he died will be shown and if he feels like that burned car… it’s not going to be pretty or pleasant.

Eddie KNOWS Buck’s not doing well but he’s not going to push him to talk just like he didn’t in 6x12.  He’s going to wait until Buck’s ready then, he’ll have the heart-to-heart talk with him the same way he always does.  Reminder, Eddie takes care of Buck (post linked here) while Buck listens to Eddie and makes him talk (post linked here).  In 7x1, Eddie said, “Welcome back to the land of the living Buck.  You were missed” and I kept wondering why he phrased it like that but then I realized it’s because he knows Buck hasn’t confronted the fact that he died but he’s not going to push him, he’ll wait until he says he’s ready then Eddie will be there to take care of him like he always is.

Make no mistake, Buck’s happiness is with Eddie but he thinks he’s off limits since he’s “dating” M (please understand I don’t think Eddie and M are "seriously dating" and that's based on RG's responses about the character of M in his interviews. I’ll do a separate post on it explaining how the show and the actors have explained it in so many words).

TM used two BOLD contrasts in the first episode, a chair and a car, to show Buck has to deal with his death and it’s likely he'll continue to include these types of metaphors until he does.  Also, TM's comment about Buck being tired of talking about dying seems to be a bait and switch and he's trying to get viewers to look away from Buck’s death so they’ll forget he’s been hiding it, then they’ll be blindsided by it when he finally breaks. Reminder, after the Madney wedding, there will still be 4 episodes left in the season and what exactly will TM fill them with🧐?

Will Buck finally deal with the fact that he died this season since he didn't in season 6?  Who knows but based on the chair and the car, it appears his process of dealing with it has just begun.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 on abc #911 abc #911 meta #911 spoilers #911 speculation #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #oliver stark #ryan guzman #anti natalia dollenmeyer #anti bucktalia #anti taylor kelly #anti bucktaylor

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

INTERRUPTION

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader Summary: Jason tells the new girl, you, to meet him in the drama room, but instead of finding him there, you find yourself interrupting an intense game of D&D. Warnings: none, to my knowledge

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you walked through the halls of school, trying to remember where you were going.

you had only been here for a week, having moved to Hawkins from California due to financial struggles.

your first week had gone well, everyone was nice- or so you thought.

you had made a few friends in class, but not enough to sit with, so you had mostly sat by yourself, eating the mush of food they feed you with your headphones on, ignoring most things around you.

but today, in gym, one of the popular kids, Jason had came up to you and told you to meet him in the drama room at 6.

in most cases, you wouldn't really trust it, but you had been telling yourself to live and socialise a little more.

you didn't have a problem with that in California, but that was probably because you had the same friend group since you were in 3rd grade and had all the friends you would ever need.

but that was over now, you were still in contact in them- but it was different, you were physically alone, and it sucked.

although, you didn't think a boy's company would fix that, but if you became friends with a popular guy like Jason, that would most likely mean you would become friends with all of the popular kids and the rest of your highschool life would be great, no one would dare mess with you.

you weren't sure what Jason wanted, due to the fact that he hadn't told you, but you didn't question it.

and you still don't as you walked the corridor, heading to the drama room.

after school ended, you had gotten home and changed your clothes, you wouldn't say it was for any particular reason, but your school outfit was a bit too.. not suited for the weather

you found the drama room and sighed, thinking for a minute before opening the door confidently.

the room fell silent as you burst through the door.

you looked at all of the confused faces looking over at you, frozen in their movements as you do the same

you open your mouth to speak but feel too nervous as 7 boys stare at you like a deer with headlights.

"uhm-" you squeaked out sheepishly

"how dare you disrupt the cult of vecna" the boy sitting on a throne-like chair at the end of the table said in a offended tone

he stared at you intensely, his hands clasped together as he propped his elbows on the long table, the red-orange hue of the lights shining on his long frizzy hair.

you had recognised them as the so called 'freaks' of Hawkins- although you hadn't heard much, only people calling them freaks as they walked past.

from what you've heard, they are all in some cult they call 'hellfire', and that the guy with the long frizzy hair, Eddie? is their 'leader'

"I- I'm sorry" you mumbled "d-do you know where Jason is?"

the leader's ears perked up at the mention of the jocks name

"Jason?"

you looked over at him, feeling even more nervous under his hard gaze as he looked you up and down skeptically

"y-yeah- Jason Carver?" you replied shyly

"yeah we know who he is!" he snapped "why are you looking for Jason?"

"he told me to meet him..here.. I'm sorry..enjoy your...cult" you mumbled as you turned on your heels before hearing a few protests from a few different voices

-"it's not a cult!" "it's a game" "it's dungeons and dragons"

"no- hold on there princess" the voice stopped you from leaving

when you turned around, he was walking over to you

"you're the new girl, right?" he squinted his eyes as he stood a few feet away from you

you looked down "yeah..."

"and would you say you are friends with Jason?" he tilted his head

you played with the sleeve of your sweater as you thought for a moment

you had only been here a week, so you don't think you could call anybody your friend yet, but if you could- it probably wouldn't be Jason, you'd only talked to him a few times, and now he has told to meet him here, only to find 7 men who have been staring at you weirdly for the past 5 minutes- him, nowhere to be seen.

"no?"

he looked back at the table of boys before smiling

"looks like we've found another lost sheep"

all the boys' faces seemed to drop before frowning

"no but-" "she's a-" "what!?-" "eddie she's-" they all started but didn't seem to want to finish it

"but she's a girl?!" the one with a bigger frame and dark, spikey looking curly hair yells in..fear

"who said girls weren't allowed in the club?" a younger boy with a lot my curls and a hat on replied, furrowing his eyebrows at the older boy

"I'm sorry, what's going on, do you know where Jason is?" you spoke softly as the leader turned to you again with a welcoming smile

"Jason isn't coming, Sweetheart.." he tutted

"i think he's rather lose a stupid game of balls and laundry baskets then be caught dead in here" he joked, making all the boys on the table laugh, except for one- with tall boxy hair that sat in the middle of the curly headed and a pale one, all looking fresh out of middle school.

"y-you mean basketball?" you stuttered, looking up him as h straightened his posture, their laughs dying down as you corrected him

"yes, sweetheart, Basketball" he smiled

the room was silent for a moment while you stayed in your thoughts, still playing with the sleeve of your sweater, feeling hot under the lights blaring in the room and the embarrassment creeping into you

"so..." you started "so Jason just told me to meet him here..to t-trick me?"

the boy in front of you gave you a empathetic smile

"it's ok.. he's a jerk"

you looked up at him and nodded your head slowly, understanding the situation

"so.. he didn't want to be my friend" you said, more to yourself then him

"trust me, there's better people out there to be friends with" he sighed

"I'm Eddie" he said, extending his hand for you to shake

you introduced yourself and lightly shook his hand

you looked at the table, noticing all of their sympathetic smiles towards you, making you feel stupid for showing up, making yourself look like a complete fool

you smiled tightly, your lips pursed together "right..well, I'll just go then, have fun with..dungeons and dragons.."

"would you like to join?" Eddie said quickly "i mean you wouldn't be able to play-of you wanted to- but you can watch for now"

you thought for a moment, they seemed nice- some more inviting then others.

they weren't what you pictured for friends- seen as though they were all boys and played some game they called a 'cult' but wasn't actually?

but they didn't seem all that bad- better than Jason apparently.

and you'd rather have a bunch of strange boys be your friends than have no friends at all, even if they were called freaks

besides, watching a game didn't necessarily mean being friends.

but you didn't have anything else to do, if you left now, you'd just go home and do nothing.

so why not watch a game of dungeons and dragons

"sure.." you replied, watching his face light up at your response

Eddie stepped out of the way and extended his arm to the table, introducing all of the boys

the younger ones being MIke, lucas and Dustin and the older ones being Gareth, Jeff and Patrick.

"nice to meet you" you waved sheepishly, smiling as they all said hello

"you can sit next to me" Eddie offered, guiding you to his 'throne', his hand on the small of your back ever so gently as you walked over to where he was when you interrupted the game. he let go for a moment and walked over to a stack of chairs, grabbing you one and putting it down next to his chair.

he smiled warmly as you sat down, looking over at you as he sat beside you

"you came at the perfect timing, we just got to the best part" he smirked

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #imagines #fluff #x fem!reader #corroded coffin #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson st #might make a part 2 #joseph quinn

[justmeinadaze]

Halloween Masquerade (Part of Pushing the Barrier AU) (Eddie X You)

A/N: And now that song from that scene will be in my head for days lol Enjoy <3.

Full Series Here!

Warnings: Stripper Eddie X Fem Reader, SMUT, quickie passionate bathroom smut :), FLUFF, They love each other <3, ANGST, readers mom isn't a fun of Mr. Munson here and feels like he broke up readers marriage, Eddie confronts her and meets the parents, he also has a run with her ex who I finally gave a name to!

Word Count: 3531

“So how are things with your new man going?”

You grin sassily towards your coworker as you take a bite of your food. It had been six months since you kicked out your husband and filed for divorce. You and Eddie both moved out of your old apartments into one together that you absolutely loved. The place you were at with your ex was so big and always felt so empty. With the metalhead’s things mingled with yours, it actually felt like you were home. 

Three months ago, your ex showed up to your classroom trying to win you back so after telling security to make sure to never let him in the building again, of course, the gossip quickly spread. When you casually mentioned Eddie everyone wanted to know more and after bringing him to a work function, they fell in love with him. 

“Y/N, he’s so sweet, oh my god! You were married for how long to that other guy and I don’t think I met him once. He’s really cute to. Look at that smile! You’re so lucky!”

When they asked what he did for work, you told them he was a musician which wasn’t an entire lie. Eddie still played with his band on the weekends and they did what they could to get noticed. You just left out the part about the cube and him taking off his clothes for money. To be fair, you two had many, MANY conversations about it and it was his idea that you keep it a secret.

“I don’t want it to cause trouble for you at work or anything.”

“I don’t think it will but I’m honestly not sure.”

“Baby, I come from a small town remember? Parents used to flip shit about teacher’s personal lives all the time. We had one teacher in middle school who ‘resigned’ because the parents found out she had a girlfriend. It was bullshit.” Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulders as your lean closer against him on the sofa. “I know this city is a bit more liberal but…it would kill me if you lost your job. You love those kids and you’re an amazing teacher.”

“It’s going pretty well. Now the divorce on the other hand…”, you roll your eyes.

“Nick causing problems?”

“With a capital P. I don’t get it. He was never home and asshole cheats on me but he doesn’t want to sign the divorce papers because he thinks we ‘still have a chance’.” 

***

You sighed as you entered your apartment and placed your things down on the floor by the front door.

“Hey baby. Long day?” You smile when you find Eddie sitting on the counter with a beer in his hand. It takes you moment to realize his eyes were clouded over with worry. “Yeah, it’s about to get longer.” Reaching over with his finger, he pushes a button on the voicemail box and you roll your eyes as your ex’s voices floats through. 

“Y/N, honey, please. I know we can fix this! Call me back so we can talk. That’s all I want to do is talk.”

“Seriously, babe, he’s not what you deserve. You deserve so much better! I can be the man you need.”

“Fuck! Y/N, you are smarter this. What kind of future can you expect to have with trash like him.”

You cross your arms as you growl at his insult of the man you love. 

“Oh, wait. It gets better.”, Eddie says with sarcasm. 

“Y/N, it’s your mother. Look, you can’t keep ignoring people that care about you. Nicholas is still your husband and you owe it to him to at least hear him out. Don’t be selfish! A marriage is about two people not just one.”

“Sweetheart, you made a commitment when you said I do. Whoever this boy is that you think is worth destroying your marriage over… I can’t. I’m so upset.”

You roll your eyes as the message closes out with her pretending to cry. Shuffling towards him, you place yourself between Eddie’s legs as you wrap your arms around him, pleasantly sighing when you feel his hand pet your head. 

“I’m sorry you had to listen to that. You’re not trash, baby, and you definitely didn’t destroy whatever I was in before because I know it wasn’t a marriage.”

“I know, sweetheart. I just hate feeling helpless.” Leaning back, you look at him with confusion. “I’d like to talk to your family.”

Shaking you head, you completely pull away from him as you head towards your bedroom with him hot on your heels. 

“Y/N, come on. I can handle them and I’m sick of you having to listen to them berate you because of me.”

“It’s NOT because of you. It’s because of Nick. He convinced them he’s a good guy and he convinced my mother that he’s the victim. Eddie…”, you exhale heavily. “Just ignore them. Please…so we can be happy.”

“Please, sweetheart, at least let me try.”

He softly smiles as he watches your head tilt to the side in thought.

“In our neighborhood where I grew up, for Halloween, they have this cheesy masquerade dance thing they do every year. Usually, Nick and I would go but this year I had planned to skip it… Eddie, are you sure about this?”

“Yes. I promise if I can’t sway them then I won’t bring it up again.”

#############

A heavy exhale leaves your lips as he parks his van outside of the building the party was being held at. 

“Hey.”, he coos to get your attention. “You look really beautiful tonight.”

Eddie’s mouth had fallen open when he saw you step out of the bedroom in your purple masquerade dress that you had bought quickly one day after work. It was short in the front but the lacy material flowed down behind your legs just above your ankles with sleeves that came down to your elbows. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail with the loose strands curled as they hung behind you. The purple mask rested on your face and brought out the color in your eyes that made the metalhead swoon. 

Tonight, he took your breath away in his sleek black tux and utterly sexy smelling cologne that almost had you jumping him before you even left your apartment. What he didn’t tell you was he had asked Mira to help him pick something out. 

“Eddie, everything’s going to be fine. I thought you didn’t care what people thought about you two.”

“I don’t but this is her family. I don’t actively want to make her life complicated. If I can smooth things over then I want to try.”

Smiling you lean over to give him a kiss before he jumps down and runs around to open your car door.

“After this, when we get home, we’ll celebrate Halloween right; spooky movies and greasy pizza till one of us throws up.” He beams down at you as you genuinely laugh and agree. “I’m right here with you, princess, ok? No matter what happens, you’re mine and I love you.”

***

As soon as you both entered the building, the stuffy air and aristocrat vibe hit you instantly. Keeping his hand tightly intertwined with yours, you yanked him towards the bar and hand him a glass of whatever was handed to you that you hastily knocked back. 

“How long has this dance thing been around?”

“God, um, for as long as I can remember. My parents were always going and then dragging us along when we became adults.”

“Is it an adult only thing?”

“Not technically but you have a room full of people who are probably already drunk and think they’re above it all so…” Eddie can’t help but chuckle at your disgusted tone. “Did they have things like this in Hawkins?”

“Not that I’m aware of. One of my closest friends, his family comes from money and they had parties but I don’t think they went all out like this. This reminds me of that scene in The Labyrinth.”

“But I'll be there for you-ou-ou As the world falls down…”

His grin grows as you sing and look up at him with wide, glistening eyes filled with nothing but love for him. 

“Care to dance with me, Ms. Y/L/N?”, he inquires as he playfully bows and extends his hand out for you to take. 

“I’d love to, Mr. Munson.”

Guiding you to the dance floor, he tries to mimic the people around him, placing his palm on your back and clasping the other to you own while holding it in the air to the side. You smile as your free hand rests on his shoulder and you two begin to sway.

“You really do look handsome in this.”, you compliment him.

“Me? I pale in comparison to you, princess.” Eddie’s hand slides a bit lower as he brings you closer to him. “I’m not going to lie. I feel like I’m in a storybook right now. Like I’m a commoner who just snuck into the king and queen’s palace to dance with their beautiful daughter.”

“Eddie, you aren’t a commoner.”

“After we dance, I’d climb up to your balcony Romeo and Juliet style, professing my love to you.” He smiles when you giggle and blush, dipping you dramatically before bringing you back to his chest as he softly sings.

“A love that will last Within your heart I'll place the moon Within your heart.”

Feeling eyes on you, you glance around the room till your gaze lands on your mother who is staring daggers at the man holding you. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

Hearing the shift in your tone, he takes a deep breath and wraps both arms around you. 

“I love you to, Y/N. We got this.”

***

“Mom. Dad. You guys look amazing.”

Your dad grins as he yanks you in for a hug. “We look amazing? Look at you! You look beautiful. Who’s your friend?”

Eddie lifts up his mask and offers his hand to your father who shakes it. 

“Hello, sir. I’m Edward Munson but you can call me Eddie.” As he moves to greet your mother, she glares at his palm as if it was dirty and he hesitantly pulls it back. “Ma’am.”

“This is my boyfriend.”

“Hm. Can’t have a boyfriend if you already have a husband.”, your mom spits.

“Hm. Someone should tell Nick that since he had a girlfriend through most of our marriage.”, you retort angrily. 

“How about we go somewhere quiet and get to know Eddie here?”, your father suggests trying to break the tension. 

Both of you follow them into an empty area where you and Eddie sit side by side on a couch while your parents take a seat in separate chairs across from each other. 

“So, how did you two meet?”

“She was out for a walk and it started to rain so she ran into the bar I work at. We got to talking and…” He gently smiled as you looped your arm through his and leaned on his shoulder. 

This was the story he came up with when you introduced him to people you knew. It always made you feel bad because you weren’t ashamed of what he did. You knew he only did it to survive and was working hard to become a musician. But Eddie insisted, trying to protect you from any more unwarranted stress. 

“You’re a bartender?”

“I’m a guitarist actually.”

“He and his band are fantastic.”, you boast making him blush as his fingers lightly squeeze your knee.

“I imagine that doesn’t pay all the bills. Not here in New York.”, your mother sasses. 

“Not yet, ma’am, but I do what I can to make ends meet.”

“Like seducing my daughter and breaking up a marriage?”

“He didn’t ‘break up’ my marriage. Nick did. You know what, that really pisses me off that you continue to defend him after what he did. I did everything to make my marriage work! You constantly make me feel like l didn’t try hard enough.”

“Obviously you didn’t because you and your husband aren’t together. Do you think your father and I get along all the time?”

“It was way more than ‘not getting along’!”

“Please. Look I’m just going to cut to the end of this conversation so we don’t waste any more time. I think you need to give Nicholas another chance and leave this negative distraction behind.” 

You huff as she gestures towards Eddie. 

“She did that already and he failed.”, the metalhead interjects. “We spent time away from each other and I respected her choice even though I didn’t agree with it. Y/N gave him a chance and he still went off to be with that girl.” He turns his head and meets your father’s eyes. “I love your daughter with every fiber of my being. Since the first time I heard her speak, I knew she was special. Nick had her for years and tossed her aside making her feel worthless. I know what that’s like and I would never do that to her or make her feel that way.”

“A marriage is sacred.”, your mother scoffs as she folds her arms. 

“I agree. That’s why I want to marry her as soon as I possibly can.” His eyes find your own. “If you’ll have me of course.”

“Of course, you idiot.” Your palms cup his cheeks as you bring his lips to your own. 

“You know, when we first met Nick, all he did was talk about himself.”, you dad smirked before extending his hand out to Eddie. “You’ve got my blessing, kid.”

As he enthusiastically shakes it, your mom starts scolding you three in the background. Ignoring her, you tug on his arm, and power walk down the hallway till you find an empty bathroom, pushing him in as you lock the door. 

His arms open wide and you practically fly into them as your lips feverishly dance with his. Eddie’s palms roam your body, searching for a zipper, button, or any kind of access underneath your dress. Helping him, you lift the front hem exposing your panties and he hastily pulls them down before grabbing your ass to lift you onto the counter by the sink. 

Heavy pants escape you as he sucks that sweet spot on your neck, grinding his groin between your legs as you fumble with his belt. His palm snakes to the back of your neck, placing his forehead on your own, and groans when he feels you free his cock from its confinement. Licking his lips, Eddie watches you with pure lust and anticipation as your tongue runs along your hand before stroking it along his length. 

You guided his tip to your entrance till his hips took over and he thrust himself into your cunt. Gripping his waist, you allowed him to take what was his as his lips tenderly kissed parts of your face till he found your lips again. 

“I love you, Eddie. I’m yours, baby.” The man’s jaw went slack as he pumped his hips at a faster pace as he listened to you murmur to him. “Look at me, baby, please.”

You subtly nodded as he did what you asked, flashing him a small smile. 

“I can’t wait to marry you. I’ll—mmm—I’ll do whatever I can to get my divorce through. I’m not going to make you wait again. I promise. I promise, Eddie. Fuck.”

Bringing your head to his shoulder, the metalhead circle his arms around you, and held you to him as he pounded into you till your eyes rolled. 

You trembled against him as the coil in your belly snapped and while your pussy clenched around him, he grunted in your ear before releasing his seed deep inside your body. 

No one moved as you continued to hold each other. 

When Eddie finally did pull back, he smirked and leaned forward to kiss your lips. 

“I’m still going to purpose to you at the perfect moment but at least I got your dad’s blessing.”

As he adjusts his pants, he grabs some tissue to clean you with and helps you on to your feet, kissing the skin along your legs as he pulls your panties back to their proper place. 

“No matter what, Eddie Munson, I’ll say yes.”

“I hope you know, baby, I’m not worried about you when it comes to your divorce. I know it’s him dragging his ass on everything.”

“Sometimes, I think about that fight we had in the cube…when you said I was the only girl in the world that you were ok with being my second choice.” Your fingers reach out to fix his jacket as you speak. “That killed me… I never want you to ever feel that way again, Eddie.”

Ringed fingers lift your chin to meet his eyes. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to keep punishing yourself for that and your marriage. You’re here with me now and I’m going to give you the life you deserve.”

After one final kiss, you both leave the bathroom hand in hand as you tug him towards the parking lot with the intention of leaving. Of course, things can never just be that easy for you two. 

“Y/N?”

“Fucking hell.”, you growl in annoyance as you turn around. “Unless it’s about our divorce, Nick, I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Y/N, you haven’t returned any of my calls! The least you could do is hear what I have to say!”

“You had 5 years to say what you needed to say! You chose to cheat on me instead!”

“Look, I—” As your ex stepped towards you, Eddie stepped between you. 

“Right there is good. You have no reason to be that close to her.”

“She’s my wife.”, Nick seethed as he eyed the metalhead with disgust.

“Not anymore. You had your chance, many of them, and you blew it. She doesn’t want to talk to you and with that being the case I’m not letting you near her.”

Your ex took a confident step forward and to his surprise Eddie did the same towering over him. 

“Go ahead, Nick. Give me a reason. Y/N wouldn’t let me confront you when you harassed her at work so this will make up for that.”

“Eddie. Come on, honey. Let it go.”, you coax him in a calm voice.

“I broke up with Sarah.”, he says as his eyes flick from Eddie’s to yours. “I haven’t seen her since you left.”

“Too bad you couldn’t do that when we were together. Come on, Ed.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m way better for you then this trailer trash asshole! How long are you going to keep punishing me?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Nick. I forgot everything was about you! It’s always been about you! He’s way more of man than you ever were in every fucking way. Now, fuck off!”

“HEY! You don’t get to talk to me like that—”

As Nick stepped forward to scream at you, Eddie’s fist flew hitting him square in the nose as he fell to the floor. 

“I warned you to stay back. Sign the divorce papers, Nick, and let her go. Let her be happy for once.”

##############

“Ow!”

“What do you mean ‘ow’?! Your rings took the brunt of the impact, you badass.”, you tease as hold the ice pack on his hand. 

When you got home, you both had changed and were now comfortably lounging on the couch with you curled up by his side as you took care of him. 

“Geez. You’re so mean.” Eddie smiles as his eyes scan your face. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m ok. I’m sorry about my mom.”

Shaking his head, he tugs you into his lap and you lean your head onto his shoulder. 

“Don’t be, sweetheart. I don’t care what either of them says about me but I do care that it hurts you. I remember how lonely you were, Y/N. That sad sound of your voice when you first came in. The way you cried when you stumbled into my apartment telling me what Nick had done. I know you tried everything and I know you deserve better then that dick because I was there. I saw and heard everything. If she wants to keep belittling you, at least now she knows I’m not going to allow that and your dad knows I’m a good guy for you.”

“You are a good guy for me. My knight in shining armor or blood-stained rings I guess.”, you giggle. 

“Hey, I warned him—”

“I know. I know.”, you smile as you turn his head to kiss your lips. “Now I believe I was promised pizza and celebrating the holiday correctly.”

Eddie laughs as he places a final peck on your lips and playfully pushes you off his lap. As he gets up to call the pizza place, he lightly continues to sing David Bowie, and gives you a wink.

“Falling, falling, falling, falling in love…”

###########

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[babybluebex]

PLEASE i would die for italy!joe learning how to be with you in London, meeting Lily, having her freak the fuck out bc how the fuck did you not KNOW who he was ???? love you love italy calling pls do little blurbs i neeeeeeeed him (emergency) (pls)

(psst @icallhimjoey you dropped this) (i hope this helps fix the emergency) italy calling masterlist

“Joe should be here any minute,” you told Lily. “He had a meeting across town.”

“Oh, no worries!” Lily said. “I still can’t believe that you actually managed to track him down!” 

“Well, he tracked me down,” you reminded her. “But yeah, what luck that we’re both from London. I can hardly believe it.” 

“Are you sure he’s not a stalker and moved to London just to be with you?” Lily giggled, and you huffed out a laugh. 

“No, he’s got a London accent,” you said. “And his mum lives here, and so does his dad, and—”

“You’ve met his parents?” Lily asked. “Moving fast!” 

“Oi!” you chuckled. “It wasn’t a big deal, it was just coffee with his mum, and his dad popped ‘round while I was at his flat one day and it sorta happened, we didn’t make an event out of it or anything.” 

“That’s cute, though,” Lily said. She sat down on the couch beside you and swirled her wine in her glass, and she said, “Any last minute things I should know about your man before I meet him?”

“No,” you shrugged. “He’s fine, he just… When he comes home from work, it takes him a while to unwind, so he’ll be really high energy for a few minutes when he first shows up. But just as long as you’re prepared for that…”

“A high energy man?” Lily scoffed. “That’s the least of the problems he could have. Bad breath? A weird cowlick? Nothing?”

“He sometimes smells of cigarettes,” you considered. “But I think it’s sorta sexy.” 

“That’s not bad!” Lily said, lightly hitting your shoulder. “Does he have any flaws?”

You chewed your lip as you thought. “He’s a little messy sometimes,” you said. “But not, like, gross or anything. A little disorganized. But he’s always jetting around and he’s pretty much living out of his suitcase right now, so I get it.” 

“He travels a lot for work?” Lily asked, and you nodded. 

Just then, the keys rattled in the doorknob, and Joe bustled in. He looked handsome, leather jacket and t-shirt with his sunglasses nestled in his dark curls, and he smiled at you when he saw you. “Hey, you,” he said cheerfully, setting his bag on the dining table and coming to you. He settled a firm kiss on your forehead as he passed by you to the kitchen, and, as he retreated, he called, “How was your day?”

“Fine,” you called back. “Lil and I opened a bottle of chard, if you want some.” 

“Mmm, can’t,” Joe hummed. “I met with my trainer for Gladiator today, and he’s started me a strict diet, and that includes no alcohol.” 

“Really?” you frowned. “Not even a pint?” 

“Not even a bleeding pint,” Joe sighed. He came back to the living room, shrugging off his jacket, and he wrinkled up his eyebrows at the sight of Lily on the couch. “God, I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Joe, you must be Lily.” 

Lily was uncharacteristically quiet as she shook your boyfriend’s hand, and she took a healthy drink of her wine before she spoke. “This is the guy you met in Italy?” she asked, eyeing Joe down as he hung up his jacket by the door, then retrieved his bag. 

“One and the same,” you said. You recognized the look on her face— it was the same look that you had seen before, on people’s faces before they asked Joe for a picture on the street. She was thoroughly starstruck, and it made you smile. 

“Babe!” Lily said quickly. “You could have told me you were dating Eddie Munson!”

Joe did his loud, boisterous chortle, deep from his chest, and he flopped down next to you on the couch, throwing his arm around you. “To be fair!” you started over Joe’s laughter. “To be fair, I didn’t even recognize him when I met him, so how could I have told you when I didn’t even know?” 

“But you could have told me when you realized,” Lily said. “And how did you not recognize him? I mean, he’s everywhere!”

“His face was familiar,” you started. “And I knew his name, I just didn’t know where I knew it from. Honestly, I— I really thought he was one of your ex’s from uni, and that’s how I knew his name.”

“I wish!” Lily said. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Joe.” 

“Nice to meet you too,” Joe said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“Have you?” Lily asked. “Good things?”

“Only the best,” Joe said. 

“I’ve heard good things about you too,” Lily said. Then, she looked at you, confused, and she asked, “Wait, this is the guy that you told me about, how he’s really good at giving—”

“Lily!” you started quickly, cutting her off, and Joe sputtered out a laugh. “Some things are said in confidence, not to be repeated!”

“Aw, darling,” Joe started teasingly. “Did you tell your bestie that I give good head? That’s adorable.” 

“No, I didn’t, I told her nothing,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Even if I had told her that… I mean, shut up, you know it’s true, you don’t need that ego boost.” 

“You’re going to make my head get big,” Joe said. “I won’t be able to fit my wig anymore.” 

“Wig?” Lily repeated. “Like, your Eddie wig?” She gasped, and she said, “Wait, does that mean Eddie’s coming back?” 

“Oh, dear,” Joe said softly, his dark eyes widening. “I’ve done it now.” 

#joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn rpf #italy calling

[poppy-metal]

ummm… could you maybe… elaborate more on um on- on eddie, nancy and us throuple… it’s for a schol project 👀

mm just like to think abt nancy being a little unsure about her place. her and eddie aren't into eachother, they're into you. but nancy is the newcomer, the 3rd, the one eddie is letting you explore with. she doesn't even realize you consider her your girlfriend until you act like the biggest cunt when you see her smiling at some other guy. give her such a big attitude about it and she's so angry with you.

you argue all the way in her car to eddies trailer and you stomp into it and throw yourself on eddies bed dramatically. eddie looks up from his guitar. glances towards his door when nancy shuts it, softly, and leans against it to glare at you. "Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?"

nancy looks pissed. "Your girlfriend seems to think she can dictate who i can and can't talk to."

you pipe up from eddies bed, "he wanted to fuck you!"

"and?" nancy scowls, "what's the problem?"

"My girlfriend." Eddie echoes, and he looks back at you. "Baby." He says, softly. "Baby, have you not told her?"

"Told me what?" Nancy snaps. You look away stubbornly. Eddie sighs, puts down his guitar. Steeples his fingers and uses them to point to you.

"She." Then he points to nancy "wants you to be her girlfriend. She's just been to chickenshit to ask."

"Eddie!" You squeal, and throw your pillow at him. "You weren't supposed to say anything! You promised!"

"Yeah well, you took your time and" he motions to the space between you two. "You can't keep people on a string like that, honey. You know better."

He's right but you don't like it being pointed out. You glance at nancy who's just. Staring at you. Hands flexing at her sides. You hug a pillow to your chest.

"You." She starts. Licks her pink lips. "You want me to be your girlfriend? For how long?" Her voice sounds small. Vulnerable.

You look away again and eddie scoffs. "Jesus, we need to work on your communication issues, babe. She's liked you since the beginning nance. Been a right stubborn brat about the whole thing, though."

Nancy looks at you. Her jaw tightens. She takes a step forward. "Is that true?"

"I...."

"Have you liked me this whole time but made me think you only wanted me as some fun side experiment while you plan a future with your real partner?"

When she puts it like that, it sounds bad. "Um."

"I can't believe you." Her blue eyes flare. Ice queen. "You're such a. Such a spoiled little brat."

"Im not!" You protest. Even though you are.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, leans back and cracks his neck. "in your shoes, and trust me i have been, she's a piece of work, I've found she responds particularly well to good ol' fashioned punishment. She's a brat for a reason."

He pauses, "and if you're her girlfriend now, assuming you still want to be, well." He grins. "She's all yours."

So he's really just throwing you to the wolves like that, huh. You glare at him. He shrugs, his dimples showing like he knows he just helped you. He probably did.

Nancy seems to calm down. Her shoulders relax.

"Can you lock the door, eddie?" She says, cooly. He's already on his feet. Fucker. "My girlfriend and i need to have a little talk about some things. Feel free to sit and watch."

Eddie closes his door and locks it. Takes his chair and spin it around so he can straddle it.

"You could probably teach me a thing or two about how to fix that attitude she's got."

Nancy smirks.

#ask #why is this dynamic so..... #nancy wheeler x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie spaghetti

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Record Shop: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 600

description: Eddie and the record shop employ bond over Black Sabbath and make plans to listen to it together.

a/n: This is my first real attempt at a gender neutral piece using they/them, so please let me know if I need to fix anything

Eddie made his way into the record shop hoping to pick up the latest Black Sabbath record when he was greeted by someone new working there and not his usual worker. The cashier was helping someone look up something but Eddie couldn't but admire how cute they looked while concentrating. As he browsed the shelf for his record, he couldn't help but keep looking over at them while they worked, until they made contact with him making him blush and look away embarrassed that he had been caught staring.

Eddie let out a disappointed sigh when he saw that you guys were sold out of the record, so he made his way towards the register to see if they knew when the store would get the next shipment of the record into the store. As he approached the register, they gave Eddie a small smile and said they would be with him in a few minutes as they finished up their phone call.

A few minutes later they hung up the phone and let out a sigh as they turned their attention toward Eddie who was looking through the spindle of cassettes that sat on the counter.

"Hi there, how can I help you?" They asked.

"Hi, I was wondering if you knew when you would get the new Black Sabbath record back in stock?" He asked.

"Umm I'm not sure but I can take a look if you want because that record was sold out within the first hour of us being open. I'm lucky I work here or I wouldn't have gotten my copy."  They said logging onto the computer.

"You're a Sabbath fan?" He asked intrigued now.

"Yeah, my grandfather got me hooked on their music. I'm assuming you are one as well?" They asked with a laugh.

"Totally am...I thought it was awesome and a little weird when Ozzy bit the head of that bat." Eddie said with excitement that someone else in Hawkins loved Sabbath.

The two of them stood talking about Sabbath and other bands they listen to while they waited for the computer to load the page about the store's shipments. Both of them loved that they found someone similar to them and hoped that something was going to grow from this.

"Yeah, I did. So it looks like our next shipment of this record won't be for another week or two and there aren't any available anywhere near us. But if you would like you could come over to my place and listen to it until you can get it on your own." They said.

"Really? That would be awesome!" Eddie said making them laugh.

"Yeah, of course, I know the struggle of having to wait almost a month for a record to get back in stock, so why not share?" They said as they searched for their notepad.

"This is my number, if I don't pick up just leave a message and I'll get back to you and we can make plans to hang out and listen to it." You said scribbling there number down.

"Awesome thank you again Y/N. I'm Eddie by the way." He said offering his hand to them.

"Nice to meet to you Eddie and it's no problem. I hope you have a nice day." They said watching as he left the shop and the smile never leaving their face.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[dat-dio-backpatch]

Band practice pt.2

summary: When your boyfriend Billy visits you during band practice to find you alone with Eddie he isn't thrilled, things only seem to go downhill from there

word count: 3.7k

warnings: Swearing, unhealthy relationship

A/N: Ok so this isn't the last part cause I couldn't decide who to have the reader end up with so I'm gonna write two endings, one where you end up with billy and the other with Eddie. I definitely didn't expect this to wind up being so long but I'm not complaining lol

In case you stumbled across this part first you can find part 1 here

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Billy had a problem with him since the day they met when he saw just how close the two of you were, Eddie had a problem with Billy since the day they met when he realized just how possessive he was over you. Their relationship had only worsened since, despite your best efforts to smooth things over between the two. 

“Where's the rest of your little club?” Billy was still not trying to hide the anger in his voice as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close to him “Is it just you and Munson out here?”

“The guys are inside, we just stepped out for some air and so I could keep an eye out for when you’d get here” You quickly answered looking up at Billy, but his attention was fully on Eddie. Billy was giving Eddie his classic death glare, tightening his grip around your waist as he watched Eddie try to match the intimidating look as best he could. “You hungry honey? There might still be pizza left over if the guys haven’t eaten it all already” 

“I'm all good dollface, how ‘bout you show me some of your setup instead?” Billy finally turned his head to look at you, glare melting away almost entirely as he gave you a small smile that reassured you that everything just might run smoothly after all. You were excited to show Billy the songs you guys had worked on and hopefully help the group warm up to the idea of Billy being around more. 

“Of course, we haven’t really worked on a ton so far so there's not a lot I can really show off right now” You rambled starting to lead Billy towards the garage’s side door, passing a still silent and stock still Eddie. You’d never seen Eddie so unnervingly still before, none of his usual energy to be found as you looked back at him over your shoulder. “Eddie you coming?” 

“I’m taking a smoke break, tell the guys I’ll be in soon” He didn’t bother to turn and look at you when he spoke, just waving you off as he reached for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket. You felt your heart sink a little as you knew it was your fault Eddie was acting this cold but it was too late to try and fix it as you led Billy back into the garage. 

The guys immediate mood shift when they saw it was Billy with you and not Eddie only made you feel worse.

“Where's Eddie?” Gareth asked, side eyeing Billy 

“He’s taking a smoke break” You answered quickly “Said he’d be in soon”

“Why’s he here?” Gareth asked, the rest of the group still silent, still avoiding looking at you. 

“I just wanted to see my girl, you got a problem with that?” Billy's voice was still dripping with anger, all you wanted was to keep him from starting something with the guys and get through the break without anything awful happening. 

“Just don’t touch the instruments.” Gareth was glaring now, not just at Billy but at the both of you. It made you want to cry, nothing had really happened but somehow everything was going wrong. Thankfully Billy just scoffed at Gareth's comment instead of saying something volatile back. 

“So this is the song we’ve really been focusing on today, we call it Witch's Curse” You said, leading Billy over to your music stand to show him the lyric sheets. “Well I’ve been working on it, the guys can play it perfect but the latin in the chorus kept giving me trouble”

“Witch’s curse?” Billy mused as he picked up the sheet, skimming over the lyrics quickly. “Course Munson would name a song something cheesy like that, lemme guess you guys got one called Zombie Bite or something”

“Don’t be an asshole” You playfully smacked his arm. You knew this was him trying to ease tension, making a joke to get you to relax but he still couldn’t drop his shitty attitude towards Eddie. “I like it, it’s a sick song and I think it’s one of our best so far”

“Whatever you say sweetheart” Billy said, shrugging off your defense of the song. “What’s the latin mean anyway?”

Before you could answer the door opened and Eddie was back. You smiled at him as he shut the door but he just looked right past you as he made his way over to the guys. Just another reminder of how bad you’d fucked up by inviting Billy over. 

“I said, what’s the latin mean?” Billy reiterated his question, a familiar edge to his words letting you know he saw you smiling at Eddie and that he wasn’t too far off from losing his shit. 

“Oh right” You glanced over at Eddie who was now watching your conversation intently with an expression you couldn’t read despite knowing him better than you knew yourself. “I don’t know what it means, I didn’t take latin”

“Really? You’re singing the shit and you don’t even know what it means?” Billy sounded like he didn’t quite believe you but he wasn’t going to outright say it. At least not yet

“I don’t need the translation to sing it right, it sounds cool regardless” Eddie looked relieved that you’d kept his secret, finally turning back to the guys instead of staring you down. “We were practicing a few other songs too, I think they might be a bit more your speed”

Billy was still focused on the lyric sheet in hand as you went to grab the other sheets still resting on your music stand, the air was still laden with tension and you felt like you’d simply die on the spot if it didn’t improve soon. 

“Hey Munson” You froze as soon as Billy said it, stuck in place watching as Eddie looked back over with an expression you could read plain as day. He was pissed and he wasn’t hiding it. 

“What do you want, Hargove?” Eddie shot back, crossing his arms as he continued to glare at Billy

“What’s the latin mean?” Yet again Billy's voice dipped into that gravelly anger and for the first time it was starting to scare you 

“What latin?” Eddie moved closer to you 

“The latin in the fucking song dumbass” Billy was tensing up, straighting his posture and returning Eddies glare with a look of pure aggression. “What’s it mean?”

“Don’t remember” 

“Bullshit” Billys hand started to grip the paper tighter, wrinkling it a fair amount “You seriously expect me to believe you just don’t remember what it means when you wrote the fucking thing?”

“Don’t know what to tell you man, just don’t remember” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, smirking as he saw how angry he was making Billy 

“I know you’re fucking stupid but even you couldn’t be that dumb” Billy had completely crumpled the lyric sheet by now. 

“Billy quit it!” You finally spoke, snapping at your boyfriend. 

“I just wanna know what this freaks got you singing, is that so wrong?” Billy's anger was directed at you now but you didn’t back down. 

“Don’t call him that!” You snapped again, not caring that the guys were staring or that Billy was definitely gonna lose his shit now. “Gimme the paper, you fucking messed it up!” 

“I’ll call him whatever the fuck I want” Billy was shouting now, the sound amplified by the cement walls of the cramped garage “The freaks obviously bullshitting me”

“So what? You don’t give a shit about my music so why the fuck are you throwing a tantrum over one line?” you reached to take the paper out of his hand only for him to pull it out of your reach. 

“I give a shit about your music, why the fuck else would I be spending my night in this shitty garage?” Billy's voice was still rough and loud but you could see his expression soften a bit, he did care about your music and you knew he was doing his best to show it. He just didn’t know how to show he cared in the right way, but he wishes he did, he told you how he wishes he could be better for you during your few softer conversations late into the night where you got him to open up a bit more. It was wrong to throw that in his face but you were past giving a shit at this point.  

“Give me the paper” You said, your voice low and demanding. Billy relented and shoved the paper into your hand before storming out of the garage, slamming the door behind him. All the anger left you at once and despite your best efforts to hold it together you started to cry. Ignoring the stares of the guys and the sounds of Billy shouting off swears outside, you started to flatten out the crumpled paper. 

“He’s not invited back” Gareth said, breaking the silence. You didn’t know if it was him trying to crack a joke or him being genuinely upset with you but either way It only made you cry harder. 

“Not fucking helpful!” Eddie snapped at Gareth, he was obviously still angry and you just broke as he made his way over to your side. You were still doing your best to flatten out the creases in the lyric sheet but it just wasn’t working. “Hey it's ok, I can just rewrite it for you if you can’t read it like that”

“No, it’s not, it’s” You were struggling to form a proper sentence through tears, finally giving up on the lyric sheet. Eddie took over for you, his ringed fingers smoothing over the sheet repeatedly but it just wouldn’t flatten out. “I’m sorry, I, I knew it was a bad idea inviting him”

“It's fine.” 

“No it's not fine!” You snapped, not angry, just frustrated with how calm Eddie was able to sound. You expected him to blow up at you, to kick you out and avoid you for days. It was what you deserved, you ruined the entire practice and he was still being so understanding, you didn’t deserve such an amazing friend after everything that just happened. “I fucked up Eddie, I’m sorry”

“Seriously Y/N it's fine, it's just a piece of paper” He insisted as he abandoned the paper, turning to face you. When he saw just how hard you were crying he instantly pulled you into a hug, not knowing what else to do you hugged him back. As he slowly rubbed your back, muttering its ok into your ear, you felt yourself calm down enough to stop crying. You have no idea what you would do without Eddie in your life, he always knew exactly how to help you and always seemed more than happy to do so. 

“Does he always throw tantrums?” Gareth asked, this time it was clear he was trying to be funny

“Again, not fucking helpful” Eddie said, his voice stern but no longer sounding angry. Despite it all you found yourself giggling at Gareth's comment, pulling away from the hug to find that none of the guys looked angry at you. 

“He’s got a point” You said, sniffling a bit as you started to smile again. 

“Looks like I’m pretty god damn helpful” Gareth laughed at his own comment, the guys laughing a bit too as you broke out into more giggles

“You’ve got your moments I’ll give you that” You said still laughing, feeling your mood lighten even further as you heard Eddie join in the laughter. “Really though, I’m sorry I ruined practice guys. I shoulda known not to invite him, I promise I won’t be bringing him back next time”

“You didn’t ruin practice” Eddie brushed off your worries “He messed up, not you”

“Only thing you ruined was your makeup” Yet another Joke from Gareth that sent the group in a fit of laughter 

“Not helpful!” You mocked Eddie's earlier comment through giggles as Gareth raised his hands in mock defense. 

“You alright?” Eddie asked softly as the guys eased back into their previous conversations. He was looking at you with real concern now

“Yea, yea I’m fine” You answered “You alright?”

“Me? I’m great, perfect actually” Eddie said, chuckling a bit 

“I’m serious man, are you ok?” You insisted “He said, he said really shitty stuff”

“I get called way worse than that on a daily basis, he’s gonna have to dig a little deeper if he wants to fuck with me” Eddie chuckled again, smiling warmly at you. 

“Doesn’t make it ok, rest assured I’m gonna lecture his ass about manners later” As you watched Eddie laugh loudly at your joke you felt yourself starting to blush. You watched the way his curls bounced as he threw his head back, how the corners of his eyes creased when he shut them tight, how his cheeks dimpled as his smile grew. You quickly tore your eyes away, starting to feel more conflicted than happy. Glancing over at the door you knew you had to go talk to Billy, you couldn’t just let him drive off without at least saying goodbye to him. 

“I’ll be right back” You said quickly, making your way over to the door and outside before Eddie could stop you. You found Billy leaning up against the side of his camaro, smoking a cigarette and glaring at nothing in particular. It was dark now but the light above the garage illuminated the driveway just enough for you to see how tense he looked. 

“You come out here to yell at me some more?” Billy let out a long exhale of smoke before dropping the cigarette and stamping it out. 

“I came to talk to you, not yell” You said walking over, leaning against the car next to him. 

“Surprised you’re even out here at all, thought you’d be all over Munson by now” 

“Course I came to you Billy, I’m not just going to let you leave without apologizing” You muttered, you didn’t want to address his comment about Eddie quite yet. At least not while you were still standing in Gareth's driveway. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” 

“Guess I shouldn’t have yelled at you either” Billy was muttering, he always spoke quietly when he was apologizing. He had no problem being loud when he was angry but when it came to apologies he struggled, though you didn’t hold it against him. You knew it wasn’t entirely his fault that he had a hard time being vulnerable and you knew he was trying. “Just got mad”

“Mad about the latin?” You knew it wasn’t about the latin. 

“Mad about you and Munson keeping secrets” His voice was getting louder, anger sparking up again

“I’m not keeping secrets from you Billy, Eddie just didn’t wanna tell you what it meant” You kept your voice steady and calm “I can’t force him to share stuff and you can’t either, it's not that big a deal”

“Guess so” Billy's voice had dropped back into mumbles 

“I wish you’d give him a chance, it really sucks knowing that my best friend and my boyfriend hate each other and I can’t hang out with my two favorite people without a fight breaking out” You knew this comment ran the risk of getting him mad again 

Billy didn’t get angry but he didn’t say anything either. He just shut his eyes tightly, an expression you were familiar with. He was holding back from saying something he’d regret, a skill he had been working on but still didn’t quite have a grasp on. 

“He’s too close to you” 

“He’s my best friend Billy” You were struggling to keep your voice calm now, this was a fight you’d had many times before and still hadn’t gotten anywhere with. 

“You know what I mean” 

“And you know we’re just friends, I tell you this every time you start this fight” You were starting to lose your patience 

“Not trying to start a fight, just telling you how I feel” His voice was getting louder “Isn’t that what you want? For me to ~share my feelings~ like some kind of bitch? Well I’m sharing my fucking feelings and I feel like he’s too god damn close too you!”

“So what!” You were shouting again, you couldn’t help it 

“So What?” He was shouting now too “So you’re my fucking girl not Munsons so

you oughtta fucking act like it!”

“Billy I swear to god we’ve fucking talked about this!” 

“And yet you still act like this!” He was really angry now

“Act like what?” You were angry too

“Act like you love that fucking freak more than me!” he stood up straight, no longer leaning back on the car as he towered over you. 

“Don't call him that!” you stood up yourself and despite being far shorter than him you still tried to mirror his defensive stance. 

“You’re not denying it!” Billy shouted in mock triumph like he’d caught you in some trap 

“Because it’s such a stupid fucking suggestion it’s not worth ackowledging!” You were nearly screaming now, so lost in your own anger and Billy's glare that you didn’t hear the garage door open

“Hey uh, we’re starting up again!” Gareth shouted from the door. 

“Be right there!” You tried to mask the anger in your voice as you called back, waiting for the door to close again before turning back to Billy. “Look this isn’t getting us anywhere and this certainly isn’t the place for this conversation. Just go home, I’ll get another ride back to my place later and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“You gonna let Munson drive you home?”

“Billy please” you felt yourself start to deflate again “I’m sorry ok, I’m sorry I make you feel like I don’t love you and I do wanna talk this through but doing it tonights just gonna wind up with us screaming at each other and I can’t handle that”

“Fine.” Billy's answer was sharp but not loud. You watched as he got into his car and started the engine before you walked over to the driver's side window which he reluctantly lowered for you. 

“I’ll call you when I get home” You offered, leaning forward to rest your hand on the side of his face. While he didn’t pull away his expression didn’t soften. “I’m sorry today went so shitty, I really am”

Billy still didn’t speak but his expression was starting to soften. 

“I love you Billy” You continued, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips which he reciprocated but didn’t try to deepen nor did he lean forward to continue it when you pulled away. 

“Love you too” Billy mumbled, not looking at you as you stepped away from the car. You watched him pull out of the driveway and speed off, taking a moment to collect yourself in the silence before rejoining the others in the garage. 

“Everything ok?” Eddie asked, looking up from tuning his guitar as you closed the door behind yourself

“Yea, yeah everythings fine” You answered, running a hand through your hair with a short sigh. You made your way back to the music stand and looked over the crumpled lyric sheet. It wasn’t as bad as it looked before, sure it was wrinkled but you could still read each line clearly. You traced your finger over the latin line slowly, letting out a sad chuckle at how such a short lyric had caused such a big scene. Tragic Irony, it would be funnier if it hadn’t just happened to you but you tried to look on the bright side. Maybe this would be the final time you and Billy had to talk about Eddie, maybe you could put this insecurity of his to rest and actually make some progress with him. 

“Hey Eddie” You turned to face him again, breaking yourself out of your thoughts before you let yourself get upset again. 

“What's up?” He asked, curls falling haphazardly over his face as he quickly looked back up from his guitar. You giggled a bit as he failed to blow them out of the way. 

“Can you uh, can you give me a ride home?” You don’t know why you felt so embarrassed asking him, hell before Billy Eddie had been the one to drive you almost everywhere but now it just felt awkward asking him. 

“I thought, “ Eddie stopped himself, suddenly understanding why you were asking. “Yeah, of course I can drive you home. I’ll even let you pick the music if it’ll help cheer you up”

“You got a copy of Ride The Lightning?” You knew he did, it was the album you always asked him to play when he used to drive you around and you were feeling nostalgic all of a sudden. Those car rides with Eddie were some of the most fun times you’d had together. As lame as it sounds, driving around Hawkins and obnoxiously singing along to each and every song together was amazing. You missed it. A lot. 

“Course I got Ride The Lightning, you really think I wouldn’t have your favorite album ready to go?” He was smiling brightly now, he hadn’t said anything when you started declining his offer to drive you around but he missed those drives too. He missed a lot about the friendship you guys had before Billy, but he knew saying something about it wouldn’t help the already tense situation. So instead he kept his copy of Ride The Lightning on his dashboard, always ready and waiting for you. He wouldn’t admit it, even to himself but He was always ready and waiting for when you would come back, when you would finally realize Billy was an ass and come back to him. 

Despite the disruption, practice ran smoothly for the rest of the night, everyone easily slipping back into a lighthearted mood as you continued to make good improvement with all the songs that weren’t quite perfected yet. But despite the improvements you weren’t able to fully focus on what you were singing, you were caught up by your own racing thoughts. As practice drew closer to ending you felt more and more conflicted. You couldn’t wait for the drive home but you were starting to dread the phone call you’d have to make when you got there. 

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[dreamland-witch]

don't panic

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

A short drabble about everyone's favourite metalhead. Send in requests for Eddie or Steve btw my stranger things brainrot is back with full force.

tw: cursing, implied/referenced drug use, st4 spoilers!

not proofread

The last thing that you were expecting to happen this spring break was to become a suspect of one of the most horrid murders in history of Hawkins. Not to mention that your favourite drug dealer also got involved in this mess, and now you had no choice but to hide from the police with none other but Eddie motherfucking Munson.

Seeing Chrissy Cunningham start to float and die in front of your very eyes was definitely not on your spring break bucket list. Smoking weed with Eddie on the other hand, that was more like it. Even though you've promised yourself you would stop visiting his uncle's trailer, that night you've decided to make an exception. Especially with the fact that it was Chrissy who asked you to come with her, being a bit too nervous about going to Eddie's place to do drugs all by herself. You supposed she might've still been scared of him.

After shit hit the fan, you and Eddie made a run for it. Somehow he decided hiding in his old dealer's boathouse was a good idea. Truth be told, it was. You managed to remain hidden in there for a long time, at least until a certain group of friends found you. Good thing they meant no harm, plus they've let you in on a big secret, making the whole situation seem even more insane than it already was.

Now, you were in Rick's kitchen, trying to cook something that you and Eddie of you could eat. It's been a while since you've contacted Dustin and his friends, they seemed to be very busy dealing with this 'Vecna' thing. Your food supply was running out, forcing you to snoop around the cabin, looking for anything edible. Unfortunately, you were the only one putting the effort since Eddie was more interested in something else.

"Leave that bong alone for Christ's sake," your voice rang through the otherwise quiet building, "I could use some help here."

You could see Eddie looking at you from the living room before he got up, knocking something over in the process as he walked towards you. It took him a minute to get to the kitchen, cursing and wincing in pain, before he joined you by the cooker.

"What's the problem?" he asked, nervously fidgeting with his hair.

"There's nothing here to cook this damn soup in," with that, you gestured over the broad collection of pans that were laid out in front of you, but not a single pot in sight, "Where the fuck does this Rick guy keep his pots?"

Eddie shrugged, feeling a bit uneasy because of your harsh tone, "I dunno…"

"What the fuck do you mean you 'dunno'?" You snapped, turning towards him, "You had no trouble finding his secret weed stash!"

With that, Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically, which only made you more furious. You took the pan nearest to you and pointed it at his chest, "Don't you dare roll your eyes on me! You're the one who dragged me into this mess!"

"It's just a pot!"

"You know I'm not talking about the pot!" you yelled, feeling the salty tears stinging your eyes, but trying your best to hold it back, "In case your brain already became a paste from all the drugs you take and you need a reminder, we're on the run from the fucking police! We saw Chrissy die! In your trailer! And now I'm stuck here with you! I haven't eaten anything but cereals and beer, and you refuse to help me with anything around here because you'd rather get high and pretend everything is fucking fine but it's not! Nothing is fine!"

To top it all off, you threw the pan onto the floor. The deafening bang! nearly caused Eddie to jump out of his own skin.

"So now it's all my fault, huh?" He asked, and you could swear you saw tears tingling in his dark eyes. He looked hurt, but also extremely tired. All the negative emotions made him look much older than he actually was, even weed couldn't fix it.

"No! For fucks sake Eddie!" That's when you couldn't hold it back anymore. Tears spilled out of your eyes like waterfalls, violent sobs shaking your whole body as you found it hard to produce any coherent words. Eddie could only watch, his eyes blown wide in shock. He couldn't believe that you, the always calm and collected person who somehow managed to stay cool throughout all of the terrifying things that happened, was having a total mental breakdown in front of him. He watched as you cried, petrified.

"It's… all our fault." You finally managed to form a sentence, catching your breaths between violent sobs.

"Don't say that sweetheart. Come here…" Before you even had time to comprehend what was happening, you felt a pair of arms around you. Eddie enveloped you in a tight hug, pulling you into his chest. He smelled like weed and sweat, but you didn't mind. It helped you ground yourself and soon enough, you were hugging him back with twice as much force. While clinging to Eddie like a lifeline, you felt his hand on top of your head, gently petting your hair as you closed your eyes and cried it all out. All the stress, all the tension slowly disappeared.

When you reluctantly pulled away from him, Eddie's eyes were red and puffy as his cheeks were still wet from the tears. He sniffed, looking away from you as if he was afraid of your reaction. You had no idea how long you two were crying it out, but it was already getting dark outside by the time you were finished.

"Feeling better?" He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders. You nodded, giving him a small smile.

"Thanks, I needed this." You said, wiping your face with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"We both needed this." He smiled, and you would be lying if you said it didn't make you feel all warm on the inside.

With that, it felt like the atmosphere in the cabin got much lighter. Like a huge burden was lifted off your shoulders.

"We'll get through this. I promise."

In that moment, you felt like you could really trust his words. You could get through this. Together.

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[me-gongoga]

wet teeth. shining eyes.

Summary: Since you had joined Corroded Coffin, things had been nothing but smooth sailing for Eddie. Well, except for the one thing. Y'know, just the A-one, numero uno, cardinal sin of the music world. The one rule by which you MUST abide if you want to make it long-term. Never, under ANY circumstances, fall in love with a bandmate. And, unfortunately, Eddie was a sinner.

Pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

Word Count: ~6k

Tags: rockband au/fix it fic; aged up characters (early 20s). fluff/angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, drama

Miraculous.

It was a word that he definitely got docked for misspelling in high school English class. He wasn’t exactly raised to be quoting the bible and all that. But, even so, it happened to be the best way he could describe his life at the moment.

It was miraculous that he survived the Upside Down and graduated. Miraculous that he made it out of Hawkins and had a full-time gig playing music. And, most of all, miraculous that he had met you.

When the guys suggested signing up for a Battle of the Bands in Indianapolis a few years ago, he had basically scoffed at the idea. But somehow (miraculously), Corroded Coffin landed in third place and ended up walking away with a small cash prize. But, more importantly, they left the weekend with a new member—the lead singer of the first-place band.

You had walked onto stage looking as unsuspecting as any of their competition—but then you opened your mouth, and Eddie was speechless for what felt like the first time in his life. Your voice was haunting, evocative, powerful. He’d never heard anything like it—not in his entire vinyl collection. So, when he just happened to overhear it was actually your band’s last hurrah before going separate ways for college, he couldn’t help but extend a polite offer.

Luckily for him, you were planning on sticking around Indiana. Well—as lucky as it was for any of them to be stuck in a state mostly made up of cornfields. Either way, Eddie was sure as hell that adding you to the frontline would only bolster Coffin’s success. And goddamn it if he wasn’t right.

The crowds started getting bigger, the venues nicer, and the money better. Much better. Soon enough, they could afford to kick off and live in the city. Sure, their apartments were shit, but part of him didn’t want to totally give up the grime of Hawkins anyhow.

All of that was well and good. Miraculous, right.

Except for the one thing.

You know… just the A-one, numero uno (thanks C+ in Spanish) cardinal sin of the music world. The one rule by which you MUST abide if you want your group to make it long term.

Never, under any circumstance, fall in love with a bandmate.

Pretty simple stuff. Not like it was ever much of a problem when it was just him, Jeff, and Gareth, so he didn’t expect your addition to make much of a difference. Were you pretty? Sure. Funny? Absolutely. But he was an adult. He could keep things platonic. No problem.

It was an Eddie Munson classic, really. Barreling headfirst into something with all the confidence in the world, only for it to turn him out on his ass. Or, in this case, send him head over heels.

You had Eddie wrapped around your finger and didn’t have a single clue. And despite all his efforts to keep it under the radar, he was pretty sure the guys had noticed just how hard-pressed he was to say no to you. He’d be the first to raise his hand for extra music jams or to help you level up your D&D character. But so what? Nothing wrong with friendly hangouts like that. Or with the late-night writing sessions like the one that had brought you over to his creaky studio tonight.

Over hours of working, you and Eddie had crushed a rather impressive amount of beer, a bright collection of tin cans amassing on the low table in his tiny living room. You had insisted on getting him the coffee table as a ‘house’ warming present when he first moved to Indy. And though he had thought it a bit ridiculous at the time (who needs proper furniture), it had since been the birthplace of more than a few new songs.

But now, at almost 4 AM, it seemed more like the graveyard of a night well spent than a surface that would be imparting lyrical inspiration anytime soon. And his muse was barely conscious anyhow.

“Alright, babe. I think it’s time we call it a night,” Eddie declares, extricating a notebook from your lap, your head already heavy against his shoulder. Scraps of eraser and smudged graphite distort the half-written lyrics you’ve been agonizing over for the past hour.

“I’m so close though,” you murmur, only nuzzling into him further. “I can feel it.”

“You can feel it in the morning,” he complains, giving a poke to your forehead.

“Fine,” you say, heaving a deep sigh. But even admitting defeat, you don’t move. Your warmth remains pressed up against him, snug under the dim light of the old lamp beside his couch.  

“You don’t plan on leaving, do you?” Eddie ventures.

It takes a minute before you respond. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” he says, probably a bit too quickly. “I mean, you don’t have to. But at this rate I’m gonna make you start paying rent. Damn freeloader.”

You only hum in response, the vibration strumming his collarbone and stirring something much deeper.

He’d long accepted your affectionate nature as a necessary evil of your friendship. You weren’t exactly touchy-feely with strangers, but the better you got to know a person, the touchier you got. He’d seen you hug Jeff on an almost daily basis, and you even watched as you made Gareth give you piggyback rides, but he by far took the brunt of it. You’d cuddle up against him, play with his hair, or toy with whatever piece of his outfit struck your fancy the most. And if that was just you acting friendly—well, he had spent an unsavory number of nights imagining what ‘more’ might be like.

Eddie shakes those thoughts from his head and clumsily slips his arms beneath you. The jean jacket you robbed him of earlier falls limp onto the couch as he lifts you and begins the short trek towards his mattress.

“Eddie, just leave me on the couch,” you whine, riled from sleep and batting your dark eyelashes at him. “You don’t have to give me your bed every time I pass out here.”

He only shakes his head. “No way. My uncle raised me better than that. He’d be all—that ain’t no way to treat a lady, Edward Munson.”

 “Oh, so you do think of me as a lady.”

“Some days,” Eddie offers with a tilt of his head. “Other days, you’re more like a screeching banshee.”  

Your brow so barely furrows. “Rude.”

 Eddie does his best to ignore how adorable you are when you’re annoyed with him.

When he drops you down on his bed, you let out a satisfied hum, immediately spreading out your limbs and rolling your face into his comforter.

The corners of his mouth tug into a grin. And suddenly it’s as if you can read his mind.

“Eddie, why don’t you just sleep here too?” You ask, patting the mattress. “Your bed is huge. I used to share a twin with my sister growing up, so I’m like a pro at keeping to my side. I bet I’ll hardly touch you.”

Your words are so earnestly platonic that it’s just another twist of the knife in his chest. It gets to him more than it should.

“Yeah, well, I’m not your sister,” he tells you, voice tinted with derision that you seem oblivious to in your current state. “Anyways, I like the couch.”

As usual, you groan miserably. “It’s not like I have cooties, Eddie.”

“You’re right. It’s probably something worse. Herpes?”

You snort. “Asshole.”

Eddie smirks and pads over to his dresser, lazily tossing one of his t-shirts to you. “Here. But don’t get any ideas. I know you’re the reason most of my Metallica shirts are missing.”  

You let out an all too evil-sounding giggle. “Alright, alright.”

He heads back to the couch, respectfully keeping his eyes trained forward when he hears fabric ruffling behind him. It was some sick, sadistic ploy of his own making—offering you his clothes, his bed, his home. Anything to leaven your imprint on his life. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone came and swept you off your feet. And that would put a stop to the nights like these—the affectionate intimacy of their friendship would crumble away. The lyrical part of him liked to think his soul would crumble with it.   

“Goodnight,” he calls out before switching off the lamp.

“Night, Eds,” your voice answers back.

Eddie gets as comfortable as he can on the couch—it wasn’t a lie to say he liked the thing, it just sucked ass for actual sleeping. He’d be better off a foot shorter. Even so, minutes pass in the darkness and Eddie finds himself drifting off to sleep. Until distinct words pull him from his stupor.  

“Could you ever love someone like me?”

His eyes snap open. “What?”

He waits for several long moments in silence, the only the dull clang of old pipes filling the night. Eddie’s nearly convinced he must have dreamt it, when his bed sheets rustle and your voice comes again, quieter.

“For the lyrics,” you murmur. “What do you think?”

“Oh,” he manages, thankful you can’t hear how rapidly his heart is beating. “Sure. That works.”

“Don’t let me forget them in the morning, okay?”

“No promises,” he mutters into the void of his studio. But by the time the sun rises, and the birds start to chirp, Eddie is still lying awake, your lyrics branded into his mind.

- - -

Touring was sheer wonderful fucking chaos. The constant on-the-go was exciting, and even if they were all a bit sleep deprived, it just added grit to their shows. On any given day, it was easy enough to slam a Jolt and jump on stage with the same electricity as every night.

But today Eddie was fucking out of it—even after two Jolts and a coffee. He needed to wake the hell up—but he wasn’t really doing much about it. That’s exhaustion for you.

Jeff and Gareth had asked him to come watch the opener with them, but he couldn’t work up the motivation to rip himself off the couch in the green room.

But you hadn’t gone either—still sitting at one of the large vanity mirrors, painstakingly putting the final touches on your makeup.

Eddie liked watching the transformation of ‘normal’ you to ‘show’ you. Plus, it meant he could stare in like a polite, interested way—rather than just a hyper-obsessed, psycho-killer way. It wasn’t creepy to watch you if you’re doing something entertaining, right? He didn’t like to think so.

Though he starts to have doubts when your eyes suddenly meet his in the finger-print covered mirror.

Luckily, you just give him a wink, to which he slaps a hand over his heart and fans himself, earning a smile in return. Exhausted as he is, entertaining you is its own form of adrenaline.

You turn around on the flimsy vanity stool and say something, but your voice is swallowed up by the reverb coursing through the room from the first act.

Eddie shakes his head and points to his ears—which must be a clear enough message because you come over to the couch quick enough. You crouch on the ground in front of him, arms coming to rest casually on his thighs while your fingers dart idly across the ridges of his denim.  

“Can I put makeup on you?” You ask, smokey eyes blinking up at him with what was most certainly feigned innocence.

His mouth falls ajar, caught off guard by both your proposition and position. “Makeup? Why?”

You shrug. “I think it would suit you. Plus, it just sounds fun.”  

“Fun for who?” He groans back. “I don’t wanna go on stage looking like Paul Stanley.”

You’re unfazed by his argument.

“Come on, Eddie, please?” You beg, reaching up to untuck his chain from under his t-shirt, fingernails grazing his collarbone for too long of a second. “I won’t do too much, I swear.”

Eddie wished he could play guitar half as well as you could play him.

“Fine,” he relents.  

A grin spreads across your face in magnificent fashion, before you sprint back across the room to rifle through your makeup.

“I’ll just do your eyes,” you reassure him upon your return, unceremoniously dropping supplies onto the arm of the couch.

Eddie watches expectantly as you return to your previous positioning, but then seem to think better of it, standing and bending forward instead. Though, even then, you don’t seem pleased.

“Should I move?” He asks, voice straining over the increased bass from outside.

You shake your head.

“No, but do you mind—” you begin to say, moving to straddle him with either knee outside of his own. “If I do it like this?”

He should say something cheeky, or suggestive, or really anything playful at all. But instead, Eddie just swallows hard and lies through his teeth. “No. Not at all.”

You settle in, kneeling atop him, your hands finding their way to his jawline. You bite your lip as you survey his features, pushing stray hairs from his stubble.

If he wanted a front row seat for staring at you, this was it.

“Just relax, alright?” You say, going in with your first tool. “I’ll be gentle.”

But that’s easier said than done. The heat of you on top of him is almost unbearable. Not to mention that your chest is most certainly rubbing up against him as you tilt and turn his face for application. And his hands—where the fuck is he supposed to put his hands right now? He has to wonder how it is you always intoxicate him into these situations.

“Close your eyes for me, baby,” you coax, soliciting another groan from his throat.

“Oh, shut up,” he mutters, as you drag what feels like a fucking crayon around his eye.

When Eddie had first introduced himself to you at the Battle of the Bands, he thought he’d sweet talk you into joining Corroded Coffin. But in his haste to turn on the charm, he accidentally called you ‘a baby’ instead of ‘a babe’. And though it had worked out for him regardless, he hadn’t heard the end of it sense.

“Watch the hair,” he warns, as you push back the swath of curls that sit across his forehead.

“I know, I know,” you chide. You’re silent in concentration for a few long moments before muttering, “Baby is so sensitive about his bangs.”

Eddie opens his eyes just to scowl at you and pinch at the sensitive spot on your waist.

“Hey!” You hiss, prodding him in the chest with the end of an eyeshadow brush. “Don’t you mess me up.”

 But that only eggs him on further. This time Eddie goes for your ribs.

“S-stop,” you chide through giggles, trying to strike again with your makeup brush.

But he only grabs your wrist, trapping you in his torturous claws, and tickling all along your side. He watches in delight as you unfurl into laughter above im, struggling to fight him off.

“Call me ‘baby’ one more time,” he threatens. “I fucking dare you.”

But even with tears brimming at the edges of your eyes and suffocating from laughter, you still ante up. “Or—or what, baby?”

“Oh, you’ve done it now.”

In one fallow swoop, Eddie lifts under your arms and flings you down onto the empty side of the couch.

You yelp in surprise, your back meeting the old cushions with a resounding bounce. Before you can even think of wriggling away, Eddie is hovering over you on all fours, continuing his assault as you squeal and laugh beneath him. But you’re fighting back with more fervor now, and he’s not quick enough to notice his t-shirt riding up on his hip. You go right for his weak spot, and suddenly he’s laughing so hard he can hardly breathe.

“Okay, okay! Truce! Truce!” He chokes out.

Thankfully, you comply, satisfied grin plastered to your face as you lower your arms.

He levies a deep sigh and braces his hands just above your shoulders on the couch, struggling to catch his breath.

You swat at the curls that have cascaded dangerously close to your mouth, heaving deep breaths of your own. “You’re such a dork. What are you, 12 or something?”

“Hey, you started it,” Eddie deflects, to which you only flick him in the chest.

Sure—maybe he was riling you up like some kind of immature pre-teen, but how could he resist when the sound of your laughter was so fucking sweet?

“Well,” you mutter, reaching up to cup his face, pressing gently under his eye. “Makeup looks good at least.”

Eddie has a hard time not leaning into it.

“Yeah?” He mutters, eyes wandering hopelessly to the dark red curve of your lips.

You nod slightly, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear. “Mhm.”

His heart is beating so erratically that he hardly notices as the reverb stops, and silence falls in the room. His thoughts go with it—his mind going blank as surely as it ever has.

“Eddie?” You ask quietly.

“Mhm?”

Your hand moves back to place under his jaw. “Are you going to—”

“Alright, we’re on in ten!” Gareth announces, the green room door slamming open.

Eddie is off you like a bat out of hell, on his feet and across the room in no time flat. All those nights in the arcade helped his reaction time, at least.

“Got it,” he mutters, throwing Gareth an unsteady wave, pulse pounding in his ears.

“Shit, nice eyes, Munson!” Jeff exclaims, following Gareth in, drink in hand. “Looks wicked.”

“My handiwork,” you say from the couch, now propped up on your side and staring at Eddie—all too smug.

Gareth shoves your legs off the end of the couch and flops down beside you.

“Looks like you woke him up good,” the younger man says in your direction.

Jeff only snorts at that.

“I tried,” you say, tilting your head at Eddie. “What do you think, Eds? Feel better?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says with a nod. “Something like that.”

 If you were the player, he was the fucking fiddle.

- - -

Eddie blinks awake as a car alarm sounds somewhere on the street. His surroundings in the darkness are unfamiliar. Is it Jeff’s cousin’s best friend’s living room floor they’re sleeping on tonight? Or was that the night before? Tour fogs up his memory worse than weed.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes as the uneasiness of dreaming sinks away. He doesn’t dare look for a clock—he doesn’t want to see just how soon he’ll need to be awake. Plus, clocks just generally freaked him out now.

Instead, he just turns onto his other side with the intent to get back to sleep.

But then, there you are, awake and staring wide-eyed back at him in the dark.

“Jesus,” he hisses.

“Not exactly,” you retort.

You’re wrapped up in a blanket a foot or so away, headphones on and Walkman in hand.

Eddie’s too groggy to deal with your wit. “What are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t fall asleep,” you whisper, hugging the blanket tighter. “Fucking freezing in here.”

Crashing places for free while on tour helped them stretch the money for longer once they were back home. Eddie didn’t particularly mind—he could sleep basically anywhere. But he also had the luxury of running hot. You, on the other hand—he’d seen you shiver in 85-degree sunshine. So maybe it made sense that you were just a bit cold trying to sleep on the floor of some drafty, old, mid-western apartment. 

“I feel fine”, he murmurs. Fine, and maybe a little delusional from whatever sick dream he was having. “You can come over here if you want.”

Your squint at his offer. “You mean like… sleep with you?”

“For survival,” he amends. “You’re no good to me dead. And I hear frostbite is a shit way to go.

You consider him for a moment from your burrito. “But what about my herpes?”

Eddie sighs and offers an exaggerated salute. “I’m willing to take this one hit for the sake of the band. Just make sure the others remember my sacrifice.”

The corners of your mouth twitch upwards and soon enough you’re skuttling over to him. He lifts the blankets, allowing you to slot your back against his chest. He flinches at the sheer shock of your frigid body.

“Fucking Christ,” he mutters, snaking the length of his arm over yours, even as the chill of your skin stings his own. “How are you so cold?”

“We can’t all be walking, talking furnaces,” you complain, grasping his hand. “Can barely feel my fingertips.”

Eddie chuckles—an odd, muffled thing with your pressed up next to him. “Good thing you just play bass.”

You deliver a swift kick to his shins with your ankle. “Rude.”

Eddie just squeezes you tighter in return. “Hurry up and go to sleep before I rethink helping you out like this.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter back, finally nuzzling into him with a content hum.

It’s nice. Too nice really. So much so that he can’t even savor it.

The scent of your shampoo, the comfort of you tight against him, the cooling touch of your skin. Together, it’s all too calming. Safe. And even though he’s hundreds of miles away from his shitty little studio in Indianapolis, Eddie feels right at home as he drifts back to sleep.

- - -

The crowds got bigger and rowdier at each venue, and tonight was no exception. It was becoming clear to Eddie that he could no longer strut straight off stage and up to the bar like he used to.

Well, he could—he’d just get overrun by a sea of women. Like he was tonight.

Not exactly the worst problem in the world to have. Hell, Jeff and Gareth didn’t seem to mind one bit. And, sure, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention to an extent—that was just human nature.

But the handsy girls and the hotel room numbers slipped unceremoniously into his vest pockets didn’t exactly bolster his pride—no, pretty much the opposite.

The adoration, the praise, the lust—it just left him feeling…empty. Gross, even. Especially when the only person he wanted attention from was standing less than 20 feet away.  

His crowd was one thing but witnessing the flocks of hopeful metalheads descend around you was what really made his stomach churn. Sure, most of the guys weren’t even batting in the same league as you—Eddie doubted some of them even knew how to swing. But every once in a while, he’d see a god damn all-star step up to bat. And sure, maybe Eddie wasn’t exactly on the bench, but he certainly wasn’t hitting home runs like some of these guys.

And yet here he was again, looking for you in the crowd, terrified he’ll find you laughing and smiling at one of those MVPs.

But when he finds you, you’re already staring back.

Eddie offers the same weak smile and shrug that he usually exchanges with you at moments like this. But your expression—it’s odd. Tired, maybe?  

Things had been off over the past couple weeks. Maybe not enough for Jeff or Gareth to notice—but he certainly did. You were quiet. Less affectionate with him. And though you swore up and down that everything was fine, he knew better than that.

Eddie was concerned he had taken something too far, shown his hand too obviously, and now you were pulling away. Maybe he had been skating on thin ice for too long anyhow.

He tries to head towards you, to weave through the crowd and talk, but another woman is already snaking their arms around his waist and slurring what he assumes are sultry words in his ear. Things go on like that longer than he’d like.

It's not until security beats back the crowd and things die down that he has a chance to find you again. And he really has to find you because of course you’re not just waiting in the green room or at the bar. No, by all accounts Eddie knows you’ve found somewhere quiet to sneak off to—it was almost a superpower of yours. He’d gotten dragged along to more of your little hideouts than he could count, whether it was to smoke a blunt or vent about tour or just to sit in silence together.

And tonight, it’s the third-story fire escape.

Eddie finds you crouched out on the iron steps, the night air carrying in the distinct scent of your menthols from outside.

“Found ya!” He shouts, gripping the open window with an all-encompassing grin plastered on his face, hoping to earn your smile in return.

Instead, you flinch so violently that the cigarette goes flying from your hand and down to the street below. You whip to face him, greeting him only with swollen eyes and shimmering cheeks.  

“Eddie,” you huff, turning away just as quickly to rub at your face. “Shit.”

His stomach drops, and he’s out onto the rickety structure faster than he can comprehend.

“Sorry,” he says, heart already pounding in his ears as he makes his way to your quivering form. “What’s going on?”

You shake your head, dropping it into your hands. “It’s nothing.”

Eddie peels off his jacket and drops it around your shoulders before sliding himself beside you on the steps. “Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

You only shake your head once more, heaving slow, labored breaths broken up by quiet sniffles.

He hates seeing you like this. He wants nothing more than to throw his arms around your waist and shower you with kisses until the tears stop. But he can’t—or he shouldn’t. So, he just sits at your side, rubbing small circles into your newly leather-clad back until you’re ready to speak again.

“It’s stupid,” you spit after what feels like an eternity of silence, pulling your t-shirt up to wipe at tears and smeared eye makeup.

Eddie just scoffs. “You should know by now that stupid is what I do best. Didn’t fail Senior English three times for nothing.”

Something between a laugh and sob escapes your throat, and he can see just the slightest glimmer of a grin tugging at your lips.   

“It’s a different kind of stupid,” you mumble, chancing a look at him.

“Damn, not even my stupid is good enough for you?” Eddie clicks his tongue, exaggerating his own offense. “I knew you had high standards, but come on, babe, cut me a break here.”

You scoff at him.

“Just maybe use small words—for my sake, you know?” Eddie suggests, giving a gentle push into your leg with his own.

You roll your eyes but sit back up beside him. “First of all, you’re not stupid, Eddie.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever, that’s beside the point.”  

You’re quiet again for a moment, eyes downcast.

“Get on with it,” he urges again.

You just sigh, hugging his jacket close.

“Fine. There’s…something that I’ve wanted for a long time. I think about it a lot. Probably way more than I should,” you say, letting out a weak chuckle. “It feels more like a prayer at this point, honestly. And lately I’ve just realized… it’s never going to happen. And tonight, it just hit me. Like really hit me. So now I’m sitting here, mourning this thing that never existed, crying like a baby about it. And that… that’s stupid.”

Eddie nods, thinking on your admission. He considers his next words carefully.

“Okay, you’re right. That actually is stupid.”

You turn to him in a flash, brow furrowed. “Eddie!”

“Sorry, babe, but the truth hurts,” he says, standing and rocketing himself down a crashing of metal steps, before wheeling to face you at eye level. “I mean, come on! You are the most stubborn, uncompromising, won’t-take-no-for-an-answer person I’ve EVER met. And you’re sitting here, trying to tell me you’re really gonna give up on something you want so easily? Sorry, that just doesn’t sound like you. It sounds stupid.”

Your cross your arms with a pout, the leather of his jacket expanding out as if you were some kind of territorial lizard. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Complicated?” Eddie asks, shaking his head, curls bouncing about. “No, no, no, no—you know what’s complicated? Becoming a fucking rockstar. Gotta be a one in a million shot that we get to be doing all this shit, you know? And we wouldn’t have even gotten close without you and that bossy attitude of yours.”

Eddie was speaking the truth. Before you, Corroded Coffin was a disheveled mess of haphazard rehearsals and shitty bar gigs. They had never toured—let alone produced an album. And now they were performing to packed venues across the country and had people lining up to buy their t-shirts and music. Fucking miraculous.

“So,” he continues. “Sorry, if I have a hard time believing that there’s anything, in this fucking world that you can’t make happen if you want it bad enough. Complications or whatever aside. You giving up just doesn’t make sense.”

“And what if it’s a person, Eddie?” You exclaim, throwing your hands into the air, jacket falling behind you. “What then, huh? I should just walk up and force them to be with me?”

That—well, it stops him in his tracks. He never considered that you might be talking about a person. To tell the truth, he’d been dreading this moment since the day you walked into his life. And now it was readying up to fucking roundhouse kick him in the gut.

“I mean, n-no, of course not,” he mutters, his voice faltering in such a damning way it makes him cringe.

You bite your lip and stand, charging down until you’re only a step above him.

“Tell me this, oh-great-knower-of-all, have you ever been in love with someone so much that it hurts? So in love that you can’t fucking see straight when they’re in the same room?”

Eddie mumbles your name—a useless plea to stop your rant. But he can’t bring himself to look you in the eye, not with the overwhelming depression welling in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh—or what about this Eds?” You continue, cramping yourself down onto the same metal slat as him. “Have you ever had to watch the person you’re in love with—that you won’t ever be with—get bombarded by dozens of beautiful women who want to fuck his brains out every. Single. Night?”

A pang strikes his chest and his eyes snap back down to you. “What?”

But you don’t seem to hear him—only continuing on your tirade, body shaking as tears crash down your cheeks once more. “And—and then you just have to stand there knowing that one day—one of these days, one of those women is just going to be pretty enough and funny enough and cool enough that you’ll fall in love with them and then I—I won’t even exist to you anymore, Eddie. You’ll be gone. And I’ll just be—I’ll just be—”

He said it once, he’d say it again. He was stupid. An idiot, really.

“Shut up.” Eddie says, pulling you up against him so quickly that he can feel the air escape from your lungs. “Listen to me. There’s no one in the world who could come fucking close to you.”

But the moment doesn’t last—you’re already pushing free of his grip, trying to get away.

“Don’t try and make me feel better,” you cry. “I don’t want your pity.”

He can feel the moment turning, slipping through his hands. He has to do something. Anything.

Over the years, he’d put some consideration into how he might tell you about his feelings—if ever even worked up the courage. He figured it would be quiet, intimate—maybe even kinda romantic. Definitely not something that he’d shout on the fire escape of Birmingham, Alabama’s fifth-nicest music hall while drunks argued in the street below.  

Yet, here he was, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a jumbled, all too quick statement.

“I’m in love with you.”

His voice stutters in the air like a flickering light.

“What?” You mutter, brow contorting as you stare up at him with uncertain eyes. “Eddie… if this is some joke—”

“Babe, I’m not joking,” he responds, half-laughing out of exasperation. He reaches out and grasps your arms.  “You know I’m awful at this shit, but I’m being serious. I’ve been in love with you basically since—Christ, this is embarrassing—since that day you came to visit my trailer in Hawkins.”

You think on it for a moment. “You mean when I helped you pack?”

He nods. “Not that I had much to bring to Indy. But you hung out all day with me. Even after dropping—”

“Your whole dice collection on the floor,” you finish for him, a ruddiness creeping onto your cheeks, as you cover your eyes. “Don’t remind me, I’m still fucking embarrassed about that.”

He only smiles fondly. “We stayed up all night talking. And you even passed out in my bed.”

“Yeah, cuz I was already crushing on you, idiot,” you grumble. “I haven’t exactly been subtle, Eddie.”

“Like I said before—I’m stupid,” he mutters, pulling you in closer.

You shake your head, arms looping around his neck. “Why didn’t you say anything before, Eddie?”

“I guess I just didn’t think… that you could love someone like me.” Eddie says, years of adoration spilling into one shit-eating grin.

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head at that. “How dare you quote my own lyrics at me.”

He shrugs, one of his ring-adorned hands slipping over the edge of your jaw. “Don’t know if I can ever let them go now that I know they were meant for me. I mean, it really makes me wonder how many of our other lyrics were inspired by my immeasurable charm and—”

“Eddie Munson,” you say, face now just inches from his own. “If you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, I’m going to kill you.”

He doesn’t need to be warned twice.

Eddie presses his lips to your own and it’s like a delicious, all-consuming fire. He twists a hand into your hair, the other finding it’s way to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. He needs the fire to spread, to irrevocably tie you together in a saccharine blaze that he can savor forever.

You kiss him back with a starving hunger, eating away at each supple bit of flesh he offers you, eager to have what you’ve been craving for years. You open your mouth to him, and the mixed taste of mint and whiskey are enough to take him over the edge. Your hands thread greedily through his hair, pulling and catching him off guard when he least expects it.

You’re feisty—but then again, so is he.

Even when you break apart to catch your breath, Eddie keeps you tight against him, desperate to cling to this moment for as long as he can. You stare at one another with swollen lips and glassy eyes, your breath tickling his neck.

“I love you too, Eddie,” you mutter.

Hearing your voice say those words is better than the euphoria of any drug. He pulls you up into his arms and dives back in, knowing without a doubt that you are his, and he is yours.

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There are a lot of fics where Steve and Eddie lose touch and Eddie has a horrid fiancee that keeps them apart, and I love them, but I decided to let Eddie have a healthy and supportive partner for once.

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Five years after they graduated -- barely graduated, and it wouldn’t have happened at all if it weren’t for their long standing bet. Four years after they last spoke -- social media likes and inane comments didn’t count. Four years and a day since they woke up together -- too young and stupid to have anything close to a mature conversation about the night before.

Four years and a day of wondering how to fix it. 

Sixteen years after they met -- fighting in the playground because… they didn’t remember why they fought, only that the mandatory sessions with the school counselor were how they became friends and then best friends. 

On the first of December, after all of those years, Steve scrolled through Instagram, and found out that Eddie was engaged. He knew Eddie was dating someone. A tiny, perky, endlessly smiling girl he met after moving to Los Angeles, who was so far from the kind of guy Eddie was when Steve still knew him that it didn’t seem possible they could get along, let alone date. Let alone get engaged. 

But there was a picture, and a ring -- a slim silver dragon wrapped to hold an emerald between a wing and the face -- looked exactly like something Eddie would choose. Oh, not a dragon, a wyvern. Steve heard that lecture enough times that the difference was permanent in his head. 

Steve liked the post, added the same basic comment he had put under a dozen other high school contacts engagement photos in recent years, and closed out the app before he went to work. 

*

Nothing would have come of it if Robin wasn’t officially coming out to her parents now that she was moving in with her girlfriend, and going back to Hawkins from Seattle with Kara, and; therefore; if she hadn’t demanded that Steve be there for moral support. He went. Of course he went. He moved to Seattle because Robin asked him to come with; going to Hawkins for two weeks during the winter break was nothing on that scale. 

Absolutely nothing would have shifted the awkward, empty silence between Steve and his once best friend if he hadn’t retreated to a coffee shop, banished by Robin so he would stop helping her dad with chores around the house. 

Steve would never, ever have made waves or raised his voice or thrown a fit, or done absolutely anything to interfere with the life Eddie was living. The things he thought about when he got a little drunk, or saw a picture from back then, or something reminded him of Eddie -- those were his problem to deal with. Not Eddie’s.

He was happy. He was engaged. 

It didn’t matter that Steve hadn’t had a relationship longer than two weeks since high school. It wasn’t important that the only friend he really saw was Robin since all the kids he used to babysit were still in college, and scattered around the country. There were a few coworkers at the middle school he chatted with sometimes, but nothing more. The fact that there were a couple creased and worn pictures from highschool tucked around his life had nothing to do with why his friends were moving onward and upward, and Steve was still waiting for something he couldn’t define. 

He wouldn’t have done anything. That was the point. 

But Eddie and Chrissy rushed into the shop out of the flurry of snow, and Steve was sitting right there. Eddie didn’t say a word. Chrissy recognized Steve immediately.

Left to their own devices, Steve and Eddie would have maintained the status quo. Maybe a manly nod. Toasting with coffee cups as one of them left -- it would be Steve who ran first. 

Chrissy -- bubbly, happy, pulling off a fuzzy hat and brushing snow off her scarf -- had other plans. 

She gave Eddie her order, dragged an extra chair to the tiny table where Steve was sitting against the wall, announced that she’d heard all of Eddie’s stories about him, and started talking. And talking. She knew it was a wyvern, and she explained in a hushed whisper why the custom high fidelity percussive earplugs she got Eddie for Christmas were going to be perfect for him at concerts and practice. 

By the time Eddie joined them with a small tray and a smaller smile, Chrissy had Steve wrapped into conversation. She pulled details out of Steve to fill in the stories that Eddie had shared over the years. 

She teased them both relentlessly for the time they dared each other to climb higher and higher in the forest behind Steve’s house, resulting in a sprained wrist and a fractured shin. 

And, through something that Steve was sure was witchcraft, got Steve and Eddie talking. Bantering. She poked and prodded, innocent on the surface, until they had to join forces to push back on her attacks. 

Four hours later, when the cafe staff finally demanded that they leave, half an hour after closing, Chrissy had Steve’s number in her phone, they had followed each other on every possible social, and Steve -- yeah, she didn’t look like the kind of partner he expected for Eddie, but he understood why they were together. 

Chrissy was undeniably, unstoppably, inescapably great. She made Eddie happy.

She gave Steve a big hug, then rolled her eyes and gave obnoxiously clear instructions on how to hug someone until they both gave in. It was -- she’d cracked the silence between them already, but the hug she insisted on swept the rest of it away. 

*

Steve tried very, very hard, on the flight to Seattle, to convince himself that he would be okay with the distance returning. That he would be okay with not talking to Eddie again. 

He landed, took his phone off airplane mode, and found an entire saga of photos, videos and commentary from Chrissy as Eddie tried and spectacularly failed to get their Christmas tree down the stairs to the street. It was only after Steve responded with half a story from middle school and several cackling gifs, that he noticed it was a group chat with Eddie. 

*

It was amazing. It was horrible. It was constant. 

The first day back after break, Steve forgot to silence his phone before classes -- normally not a problem, only Robin texted him, and she was at work too -- and his phone buzzed itself off the table as Steve pretended it wasn’t happening. His third period class was never going to let it go. 

Twelve years of friendship, then a four year gap, and Steve suddenly had his best friend back. First was the group chat. Then a private thread with Chrissy as she sent him backstories and explanations for Eddie’s references. 

Then, a private chat with Eddie -- started when he sent retaliatory photos of Chrissy right after waking up because she sent photos of Eddie covered in glitter. 

It wasn’t instant. It didn’t fill the hole left in Steve’s chest after so many years of silence, but it built a bridge. 

It was like archaeology. He and Eddie, their friendship, was this buried thing, forgotten and hidden beneath the soil while they went on with their lives. As time passed, more and more of his idle daydreams had been dropped, then layered into the dirt, then covered and forgotten. The further you dug, the more vulnerable the fragment you found. 

And Chrissy was a determined excavator. 

There were a few nights where Steve lied and claimed he’d lost his phone, because the conversation brought up something that ached, and he couldn’t stay in the conversation. During one, after Chrissy asked why they’d lost contact with each other, Steve left his phone in the classroom, and walked around the school until the sun set. After a few hours of both Steve and Eddie’s silence, Chrissy sent a link to a tiktok compilation of animal fails, and pretended it wasn’t excruciatingly weird. 

He thought sometimes she was doing it on purpose. That she was rooting through their pasts and trying to hurt Steve with it. Vengeance or possessiveness. But it just wasn’t. 

In their private chat, she started sending him video clips of Eddie getting an alert from Steve. Pointing out how bright he smiled, how fast he answered, how he was, no questions asked, happier now that Steve was back in his life. 

When Steve asked them if they’d started looking at venues, or dates, or even a general time for the wedding, Eddie answered. Chrissy didn’t. 

Right before Steve’s spring break, Eddie clocked his head on the edge of a cabinet, gave himself a concussion, and couldn’t text. They spent most of the week on the phone. Steve had grading to do, and Eddie filled the silence better than putting on netflix. 

After that, it never went back. They still texted, but he and Eddie were on the phone at least three times a week for hours. Sometimes it was shared time as they cooked. Sometimes it was arguing about a new show or movie. Sometimes it was Eddie tormenting Steve with invented names and terminology for sports just to make him laugh. 

*

In early M ay, a month before a planned trip down to California to meet up with them in Napa Valley for a wine tour, Steve got asked out by a clean cut, stunning man at the gym. Steve turned him down kindly, then offered to spot his squats. 

That night, Steve realized why he had no interest in dating. 

The next day he let Eddie know he was busy, and couldn’t do their usual tuesday call. 

*

He spent that month carefully extricating himself from that bubble they’d made. They were engaged. They were going to spend their lives together. Eddie was happy. Chrissy was so nice that if she didn’t keep up with both of them on teasing insults, Steve would have had a freakout long ago. 

Eddie asked if he was okay. Chrissy asked if he still wanted to do Napa. 

Steve told them both it was just temporary. End of the year, and the first time he was the sole teacher. Lots of pressure. Projects to grade. Forms to file. All of it was true, but it came together as a lie he sold them. 

*

Napa was gorgeous. Sunny and bright and California had been lucky with rain that year, so there was no haze of forest fires in the air. Their rooms were near, but not next to each other. They did hikes and wine tastings and went to a massively overpriced restaurant in their nice clothes -- and then went to find ice cream after, starving after nine courses, the largest of which was two bites. 

The last day there, sunbaked and giggly after the tour group had included two of the most flamboyantly pretentious couples Steve had ever seen, they warned the waiter they’d be there for a long time, promised a large tip, and settled in to talk about where they might go next. 

Eddie was lobbying against anything that involved so much nature and hiking. There were castle tours in Europe and haunted house tours, and abandoned town tours in the States. Steve, wanting to watch another wounded monologue, insisted they should do Sequoia or Yellowstone next. 

Eventually, Eddie turned to Chrissy for backup and she smiled too gently. 

“Why did the two of you stop talking for so long?”

Both of them stammered through garbage answers as her smiled deepened. 

“Neither of you are subtle, you know? Both of you love to talk, and you love to tell stories about back then. It’s been pretty obvious this whole time that something happened, and ever since you sent that photo of you at Pride with Robin, I’ve known. I was just waiting for one of you to say it. But, it seems like a waste not to do this when we can all talk in person.”

Eddie tried to talk while Steve paled. 

Chrissy laughed and grabbed one hand from each of them. 

“Breathe, darling. Both of you. You aren’t in trouble. I’m not mad. I am done waiting for the two of you to figure it out on your own. Eddie, I’m running out of ways to stall you putting down deposits. You loved each other. That’s why you fell apart. You loved each other and you didn’t know how to say it, and silence was easier than being vulnerable about it. You still love each other. Don’t -- I’ve had a front row seat for the last six months. You love each other. I know that. But I don’t know what you want that to mean.”

She slid the ring off her finger and set it in the center of the table. 

“I am not giving this back, and I’m not breaking things off, Eddie-bear, but I know how much you love your symbolism. I’m just taking it off for now, and I’m going to leave it with you. Steve, you make Eddie happy. And I’ve been chatting with Robin. Eddie, you make Steve happy. You need to talk about this, and figure out what you want that love to mean. Friends can love -- Friends should love each other. If that’s what you want, okay. If it’s not just friendship, okay. But I’m not going to be the bitchy fiance getting in the way of whatever it is that the two of you have going on.”

Chrissy smooshed her fingers over Eddie’s mouth to stop him speaking.

“You need to talk to him, not to me, lover boy. I love you, and I am very confident that you love me. Loving you means that I want you to be happy. You’ve been happier in the last six months than I’ve ever seen you. I want to marry you. But not if you’d be happier with someone else.”

Steve tried to interrupt and she smooshed a hand over his mouth too.

“Stop that. Neither of you are allowed to leave this table until you talk it out. I can’t hold your hands through it. You’re not teenagers anymore. You know what you need to talk about. I’ll have the waiter bring you more coffee.”

*

They got chased out of the restaurant two hours later, and ended up sitting on a patio well into the night. The conversation ran in circles as both of them tried to apologize and take the blame, and both danced around outright admitting that Chrissy was right. 

Slowly, they managed to outline enough of the truth that they understood each other. Nothing dramatic, no hollywood-perfect kiss under the moonlight. 

They didn’t make a decision that night. 

Or the next morning. 

Steve got back on the train after a long, too-tight hug between the three of them, and they drove back to Los Angeles, with an engagement ring hanging from a necklace beneath Chrissy’s shirt. 

They continued to text and call and chat. Steve and Eddie didn’t talk about in any big way, but when they found something they thought was forgotten, hiding in the soil, they didn’t keep it secret. When they tried to leave it be, Chrissy showed up with a metaphoric shovel, and made them keep at it.

Steve didn’t want to break what they had. He didn’t want to be the one to say it and put any kind of demand on Eddie’s plate. She wasn’t wrong, and every time they uncovered some new piece, Steve had to tamp down the urge to ask. 

The three of them planned a trip to Sequoia for right before fall classes started. 

*

The last night there, sitting around a fire on the deck around the hotel, Chrissy rolled her eyes at them both. 

“If I say it first, do you think you can at least admit that it’s true?”

Her laugh was as bright as it ever was when they both spluttered. Slipping the chain from her neck, she closed the clasp and held it out, across the gap between the chairs towards Steve. 

“Probably too early for you to wear that, but it’s not mine anymore and all three of us know that. It won’t fit you as it is. It might not ever fit you. Maybe you need a different ring. Maybe you need a dragon not a wyvern. Sapphire not emerald. Maybe you two don’t want rings at all. I don’t know. But I think you two need to stop dancing around this. Eddie, if you do end up giving him a ring, I have first dibs on being your Best Man. I will fight Gareth if I have to.”

She kissed him on the cheek, then stood to get to Steve. Stealing his keycard from the table, she kissed his forehead. 

“Rent in LA is disgusting, so I’ll try to keep him out of his head for the next few months until the lease ends. Keep making him happy. Keep letting him make you happy. And keep in mind that I have blackmail material on you both if you try to run away from the chance to keep that kind of happiness.”

*

It wasn’t the kind of nuanced and mature conversation a counselor or a therapist might have wanted, but when they woke up in the morning, they smiled, and neither ran away. There was nothing certain between them, no ring, no promise, no guarantee. Their tentative efforts to admit how deep this ran were far from over. 

The idea of letting Eddie see how much Steve needed him still made him shake. The idea that Eddie might see it and choose to leave made him want to run. 

He spent four years wondering how to fix what they broke. 

He didn’t have the answer, but he’d found enough pieces of what they lost -- found them and cherished them and longed for more. He and Eddie didn’t have any manual for how to fix it, but they knew what once was, they knew where to dig, and they knew better than to let silence bury it again

*

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[marvelmaniac2000]

Girl's Lock & Key

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Summary: Eddie just wants to ask a simple question…what goes down in the girl’s

locker room stays in the girl’s bathroom. 

Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader 

Subject: dry humping sort of thing, lots of fingering, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, cowgirl position, public sex, tongue kissing, male dominance, 

Words: 1.4k 

Side notes: I think we all deserve a side of Eddie that just takes over our body in a nice asshole way.  I have no shame writing him as a pervy man he can be. Nothing spectacular, just something to read to get us through late night withdraw am i right? lmao…  Not my best work

              (apologies for misspelling/grammar, NO MINORS +18 OLDERS ONLY)

“Good job everybody we’ll start off tomorrow with a stronger start I hope” your coach blew her whistle for a final roll call. Everyone splashed themselves out of the chilling pool in a hurry. Once again Hawkins was one of the top tier teams who hoped to win division II  again.  

  But it felt quite different for you. Ever since you moved to Hawkins everything has been pretty okay, but the only thing that made it seem bearable was your love of swimming. Feeling the water crash onto your skin and fill your ears cooled off the massive amount of thoughts racing in your head. 

 You climbed out of the pool and shivered into a towel close by the girl’s locker room entrance. 

The chatter of your teammates surrounded you as you looked for your assigned locker. 

“Aye (Y/N) you wanna come with us to the mall?” Max asked while looking at you with concern. 

She was a good freshmen starter and cool person but you always rather stuck to things alone. 

 “Nah I think I’ll head home and finish some late minute assignments” you picked up your article of clothing before tip toeing to the nearest stall to change. 

  “You know (Y/N) always takes a little longer to change than the rest of us anyway” , one of your friends jokes. 

“Hey I can still hear you hoes from back here!” you cackled. “I know that’s why we’ll meet up some other time! See ya later!” the noise of shuffling feet leaving the door echoed through before complete silence. You sigh in relief after a long day and continue to put on your clothes. After a few minutes you open the stall door but froze noticing big black boots underneath. “Um Ed is that you?” you gulped fearing the unknown. 

  “Yea sorry, it’s me I kinda snuck in here, I wanted to talk to you about something” you slowly cracked the door halfway to make sure it was him. “Yeah, why are you here? This is a girl’s locker room for god sake” you swung the door open to look at the guy you loved dearly. “I know but this is important-” Eddie froze, noticing the top of your swimsuit revealing much of your cleavage and your gym shorts covering the bottom half. “Ok well this better be good” you politely scooted past him and tried fixing your appearance in the mirror. Eddie twisted his ring around his thumb looking at your backside. 

“I just wanted to know if you could give me a ride back home?” My ride isn’t the best at the moment … Soooo pretty please sweetheart” his alto voice vibrated your ears making you relive the pleasure that he has over you. His groin hardened into you from behind and kissed your shoulder. 

 “You know it’s never a problem at all” you moan, feeling his hand roam for something wet between your legs. “I know baby but I like teasing you first before asking for favors” you turned around to face him and hungrily pressed your lips onto his. “You miss me, pretty princess?” Eddie sucked your neck leaving branded marks. You moan, feeling your fingers roam endlessly, feeling trapped between his grip. “

  Not here” you gasped feeling him eagerly pull your strap down to devour your soft nipple. Eddie ignored your comment with a moan instead and squeezed your soft breast. Your shorts began to ride up as he pressed himself harder between your thighs. 

  “I just wanna see your pretty face begging for me again” he brushed his finger down  your nose seeing you fluster. His lips sucked onto your bottom lip feeling his little girl suffer in lust. “Take it off baby, daddy wanna see you naked” you slowly stripped your shorts and swimsuit off as he watched your every move. 

  “So beautiful,” he whispered. He looked around the locker room and signaled you to follow him to a small bench that sat against the wall between the lockers. Eddie sat on the bench and patted his lap. 

“Come sit and be a good girl” he gently reached out his arms for you to sit on his lap with his bare jeans. Eddie glued his eyes onto your body wanting to feel every inch of your skin. His two digits hooked in between your wet sticky folds rubbing your swollen clit in slow circular motions. “Please Eddie” you lean your weight onto him wrapping your arms around his neck. You buck your hips riding his fingers on his lap. You high pitch moans filled his ears feeling his girl get wetter with his touch. Eddie slapped your ass making you jolt. “Let me hear you moan for me I like hearing it,” he commanded. 

“This is torture” you mumbled as he sucked your breasts endlessly. You threw your head back dry humping any sign of his dick inside his pants. Eddie moisten his fingers with his tongue before slipping two fingers inside you. You throw your head back and  bounce your hips up and down on his thick fingers. 

“You love this don’t you?” he cupped your ass watching you in heat over him. You moan feeling pools of pleasure from his fingers grazing your g spot. 

“You want the real thing don’t you?” Eddie continued to pump his fingers faster while holding your chin between his fingers. Your eyelids grew heavy and your mouth parted. 

“I can’t” you helplessly pant. So much pleasure filled your nerves and your clit constantly tickled and your wet pussy filled with thick cream dripping over his fingers. Eddie pressed his lips against your lips, tonguing the corner of your mouth.  

Eddie Moan into the kiss and strings of spit parted from between your mouths. He wiped the corner of his mouth and put his fingers inside your mouth to taste your own cum.

 “It’s time to give my pretty princess what she wants” he unzipped his pants and revealed his pre cum member ready for you. You climb yourself off of your lover and kneeled down to devour his tip. 

You slowly bob your head to pick up pace around his shaft. Your tongue twirls around every inch of him leaving no room to breathe. You look into his eyes and devour him more until his tip grazes your throat. “You’re such a good girl” he pressed thumb on your chin while you sucked him dry. 

  “Come ride daddy” his eyes felt hungry  watching you raise back up and  climb on top of him and grip him with your thighs. You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, feeling him penetrate your tight opening. 

  “It’s ok baby keep going down” he bite his lip watching you slowly enter inside him filling you up. You silently moan trying to find a pace onto his size. Eddie guided you up and down feeling your breasts pressed up against his bare shirt. 

“You feel so good princess” you moan out his name feeling your wetness more as he praised you more. “Go faster for daddy” he pushed his waist harder into yours making you whimper into his shoulder. Eddie gripped onto your wrist wanting you to feel each orgasmic stroke he loves putting into you. 

  “Pleasseee Eddie I can’t take much more” you beg trying to catch up with his forceful strokes. “Only when I say so” he kissed your wrist and watched you ride him until you couldn’t anymore. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rammed his dick into your g spot while keeping his eyes on your breathless face. “

   You can cum now baby, you look so pretty when you're under me” he chuckled into your ear making you release a pulsating orgasm into your soul. You sharply try to catch your breath feeling warmth sweep over your body. “Eddie” you mewed and lazily crashed your lips onto his. “yes sweetness?" he grinned against your kiss. 

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[rocknrollsalad]

Steddieholidaydrabbles: Day Six - Cooking Together AND Steddimas - baking and cookie decorating

🍪 Scott Clarke is not a baker. A fact he's learned the hard way. Though it's HOURS too late, he enlists the help of Steve and Eddie because what's Christmas without a gingerbread house, right?

🥼 content/trigger warnings: food

🧑‍🍳 word count: 1457

Eddie wasn’t the go-to guy for help. No one he knew looked at their address book and said “Yeah, Eddie Munson is the number I’m gonna dial”. It should have been! He was always helpful and knew how to do plenty. Something he proved time and time again when he was the last resort. Not the “I’m going to call Eddie for help” but the “well, Eddie is here so I might as well ask him too” sort of thing. 

A fact he’d grown used to. At least until he found himself partnered up with Steve Solves-Everyone’s-Problems Harrington. People called him for everything. Major problems, minor problems, someone else’s problems, those in Steve’s life didn’t need an address book; they had his number memorized. 

Dating Steve did change the number of phone calls Eddie received, the calls were still for Steve but now the Munson household was the first stop in getting ahold of Hawkins's own wonderboy. Eddie would hate it so much more if Steve didn’t like up like Times Square every time he was needed. 

Then Steve went and made it worse by saying it was the only thing he had to offer. He wasn’t ever going to be able to help with homework or remember the weird names of all those elves but he could drive them places and sit with them when they were scared. He could fix a car, change a hard to reach light, or pick a few things up from the store. 

As painful as it was that Steve thought those were his only skills, it actually had Eddie pushing their mutual friends at Steve more. Make the boy feel important please, no one has needed him in days. Eddie also stayed out of the way. He didn’t tag along or offer his two cents. 

Eddie wasn’t sure of his place in this group yet but “the helping hand” was already taken. They had their Swiss Army friend, ready to fix anything that was broken. A talent that crossed friendship lines when Scott Clarke called in a panic, opening with a desperate cry for help. Eddie did what he always did and passed the phone off to Steve. 

Like so many other “emergencies”, this one wasn’t life or death. Scott wasn’t part of the crew who’d literally stared down death or saw the pits of hell, he was allowed to be dramatic about it, but a…cookie emergency seemed like a problem the Care Bears should solve. “Oh no, we’ve put too much sugar in the cookies and ruined the bear's birthdays, golly gee, what are we going to do?” 

Bake some new cookies. Buy some from the store. There were so many answers that weren’t "enlist Steve and Eddie like it was some sort of national crisis". 

Of course, Steve wasn’t in agreement and spent the whole time Eddie looked for clothes to change into pacing the doorway, desperate to get out there and help someone who needed it. Which didn’t speed Eddie up any.

Steve felt weird going over to Scott’s alone. The amount of times he repeated “he was our teacher” almost went past annoying and into endearing. Scott wasn’t their teacher now, he was some lame-ass guy trying to impress Wayne with baked goods. A dumb waste of time because why would Wayne be impressed by anyone’s baking ability? He once ate an entire birthday cake Eddie burnt that one year. Without a single complaint. 

However, an emergency might have been an understatement. 

Scott ushered them into a gingerbread warzone. Complete with broken men and women lining the battlefield. Some house pieces were both solid and liquid, others were charred to a crisp, nothing made sense and every surface was covered with something. 

Both Eddie and Steve stood on the only clean kitchen tiles with their jaws on the floor. Scott had clearly given up on aprons, there were a few among the mess, and his 1979 science fair tee was unreadable in spots. Flour handprints were all over his pants, along with crusted gingerbread batter, and Eddie didn’t know whether to laugh or get the man a drink. 

“It’s just science, right? It’s a chemical reaction. You measure carefully, pay attention to what you’re putting in, and add heat. I think actual rocket science would be easier.” Shoving his hands through his hair, a path they’d clearly taken a few times, Scott tried to find something close to composure. 

He wasn’t upset he couldn’t impress Wayne, he was bothered he got the formula wrong. This was the scientific process letting him down and it’d driven him to madness. Eddie wondered how many failed attempts there were hidden in here and what on Earth made him call for their help. 

“No. Well yes, but it’s more than that,” Steve said with a soft confidence Eddie had never heard from him. 

The tone slowed Scott too, he was willing to entertain whatever Steve had to say. 

“You guys aren’t going to like the rest of it. Just let me try it out, it’ll be fine.” 

Eddie muttered a quiet “What” and looked at Steve. Getting a “don’t ask” stare that ensured Eddie would absolutely ask. He’d be patient enough to get Scott out of the room but that was about it. 

He thought getting Scott out of the room would be harder but he heard Steve offer to try, threw his hands up, and said, “I’m going to take a shower, kitchen is yours.”

For a full minute, Steve and Eddie stood in silence. Listening to Scott move through his house, still throwing a mild temper tantrum as he did. Eddie could only imagine the amount of exasperated scientist mumbling that was going on. 

Once they felt they were in the clear, they let out a joint sigh and Eddie said. “Ho-ho-holy shit I thought he was going to stand over our shoulder and, like, grade you as you cooked or something.” 

“Given the bar he set, it wouldn’t be hard to get a passing grade.” 

That wasn’t kind and Eddie laughed for that reason. Mixed a bit with how truthful it was. They were staring down a ton of wonderful-smelling carnage. Much like the gingerbread people in the sink, Scott didn’t have a leg to stand on. 

“Plus, who said I’m doing all the work?” Steve asked. 

“Oh, me. I said you were because you’re the one with cryptic answers about what it takes to make a good cookie.” 

“It’s not cryptic, I just didn’t want to listen to you and Scott mock me for the rest of time,” 

The comment was followed by Steve’s trademark huffy little pout that Eddie loved. Arms crossed, he defended himself and braced for impact. Though his walls were made of cotton candy and the castle was guarded by two cardboard cutouts. Steve was horrible at this stuff. 

And Eddie was persistent. He pressed into Steve’s space, enough to cause him to lose balance a little. Finding a stronger stance, Steve looked anywhere but at Eddie. Still, Eddie could see the smile. He’d made a few missteps on when to press for Steve to say things he was holding in but the lights were all green here. 

Doing his best to look cute and innocent, something Eddie had likely never been, he lowered himself enough to have to look up at Steve. “We’d never mock you, for anything,” Eddie said. 

“Yeah, well I’m still not telling you,” Steve raised his nose in the air, looking away. 

As much as Eddie knew saying “I love you” for the first time was supposed to be some big memorable moment, it was little ones like these that always threatened to steal that from him. Standing in a mess that was likely making Steve’s skin crawl, creating something to bicker about, and playing their parts so perfectly comical. That’s so much better than some fancy dinner they’d never have or a beach vacation they’d not go on. 

“Fine, I’m going to go add some more burnt cookies to the pile. Since I don’t know the secret to it,” Eddie mocked as he pulled away and went deeper into the kitchen. 

Steve was so hot on his heels they almost collided. “Look, I know you can’t exactly do worse but lemme do this okay? I got it.” 

“I do really like the challenge of doing worse.” 

“Yeah, I regretted that as soon as I said it. You absolutely could do worse.” 

“Thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say,” Eddie cooed.

“Who knew Scott was this bad though,” Steve said with a judgemental stare around the room. 

“Wanna know something? A real secret?” 

Eddie leaned in close and whispered through a giggle, “Wayne hates gingerbread.” 

#so i realzied after editing this and pasting it in here #it isn't ACTUALLY the prompts???? #it's the lead up #the set up #the baking together and cookie decorating happen off camera #or in part two #which is dumb of me #but i already wrote this #and the day is nearly done #whoops #hey everyone come see what i wrote now #challenge: steddimas #challenge: steddie holiday drabbles #clarkson