#Eddie wanted to clap for his boyfriends dramatics
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When Robin says to Nancy "what does he want us to do? Applaud?" Eddie was off camera stopping midclap like 😳
#stranger things#steddie#Eddie wanted to clap for his boyfriends dramatics#his boyfriend is cool let him applaud#stranger things s4#st4#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things season 4#eddie munson stranger things#eddie the freak munson#steveddie#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#eddie loved that lil flip#steve was showing off for him#see nancy i am a ninja and eddie appreciates my abilities
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Punch Drunk Love!
Summary: You came back to hawkins for one thing and one thing only (or so you think), Eddie munson. Ex boyfriend, the love you left behind and never got over. You want him back. Obstacles? Damn them all.
Pairing: Eddie x reader. Steve x reader. Steddie x reader. Slight Steve x Eddie.
Word count: 18k
Cw: Toxic!reader, kinda codependent relationship dynamics, CHEATING, SMUT 18+. Poly dynamics, mean dom!eddie, soft!dom eddie, handcuffs, switch!steve. Brat!reader, facefucking, creampies, mutual masturbatiom.
A/n: s/o to @snowflakeicicles for basically cowriting this with me <3
Steve groans as their manager sets another box of movies on the counter, telling them they needed to be stocked by the end of the night or they’d be in trouble; he reflects duly on how he and Robin need to get new jobs.
He sighs as he turns towards Robin, already in the process of using a box cutter to tear the thing open.
“What if we just quit? Like totally up and left? Still think that’s an option?” He knows he’s not gonna get the answer he wants when he sees the look she’s giving him and nods, turning again before stopping in his tracks.
“Aye — wait, look,” He beckons her over, voice a whisper yell as he points outside the window, “Is that who I think it is or am I going insane?”
"Quit being a drama queen, your hair will start graying and then what would all the girls of hawkins do? Breathe a sigh of relief, probably, now that i think about it."
robins jest has no bite to it. She just loves to pick at him. The guy really did never stop complaining, you'd think he was a teenage diva and not a twenty something man.
She peeks over her magazine at his words, glancing out the doors. Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline.
"That can't be them. It's a mirage."
Inside the car outside you check your pouty red lips in your compact mirror before clapping it shut, pocketing the item and looping your arm through your friends.
Your grin is big and toothy, shiny lips spreading. "I hope we see someone we know — This town hasn't changed a wink, hun, they needed us to spice it up." You bounce on your toes as you enter the store. "Lets get top gun. I miss-"
You pause when you see robin, who you just barely know and Steve harrington. So he really peaked in high-school then? You drop your friend's arm in favor of approaching your former friend and leaning your hip against the counter next to him, already smirking.
"Well, well. I see being prom king didn't do you any favors, harrington. Miss me?"
Steve has to keep himself from sputtering when he sees you, swallowing thickly. Had you gotten even prettier? That was so fucked up.
He rolls his eyes as you saunter towards him, offering a quick wave to your friend before he’s focusing his attention on the girl about to antagonize him.
“Ah, how couldn’t I? You know, my heart ached to let you go, really, I’ve been so lonely without the barrage of insults from my favorite girl.”
He says it dramatically, almost as if he was wounded, clutching his heart — before he’s raising an eyebrow, leaning forward over the counter, “What brings you back, anyway?”
You giggled at steve's dramatics, rolling your eyes and poking his chest.
"You like my insults, stevie. They always kept you humble." You dug in your purse to pull out a juicy fruit, popping one in your mouth as you held another one out to him. This had been your thing in high-school — you offering Steve your gum, or whatever treat you'd had on you.
"Here. I'm here for summer break! I was feeling homesick, ya know? Plus I've seen everything there is to see over there. What's new around here anyway?"
Steve chuckles, watching you pop the gum into your mouth and cursing himself for how his heart races.
You had always been — enchanting would probably be the right word, irritatingly beautiful a better phrase. You're easy to be infatuated with and Steve knows it, but he’d told himself a long time ago he wouldn’t be involved lest you break his heart too.
He nods as he grabs a piece, shrugging while he pops it between his lips, “Homesick for Hawkins? Seems like college is rough on you, then—“
“Oh, not much. Everyone’s still hanging out, you know, the usual — we haven’t been seeing much of Munson, though—“ He pauses before saying his next words, wary to set you off but going ahead anyway, “Fucker got a girlfriend, can you believe it? We never see him anymore.”
You pause mid chew and mid checking out steve's newly defined muscles. Where'd those come from, anyway? your gaze snaps back up to meet his, straightening up.
"Girlfriend. Eddie has a girlfriend? You know what? Don't answer that. I'll find out myself."
Images of eddies skin on yours fill your mind, late nights spent in his trailer, him teaching you how to shot gun, ditching class to kiss in the woods, his reverent brown eyes looking up at you, 'you're it for me, baby.' his words flow through you.
It wasn't your place to be enraged right now. You'd left eddie as soon as you'd gotten accepted into the college of your dreams, refusing to settle in this town, and breaking eddies heart in the process. But they had been soulmates. Sure you'd fucked around since then, but an actual relationship? Going steady? Never.
You were going to kill her. Kill whoever that bitch was and then strangle eddie munson for ever thinking he could replace you when you had always planned to come back for him. Impatient fuck. Over your dead body would be move on.
You turned sharply.
"Stevie, we'll have to talk some time, really. I just need to see something real quick."
Steve blinks, watching your entire demeanor change and realizing that maybe, just maybe, telling you that was the worst idea he’s ever had.
He knew about your and Eddie’s history — hell, everyone did, you were one of the oddest power couples their school had ever had. But when you broke up with him, Eddie was heartbroken, and Steve thought you had completely left the guy in the dust.
Which is why him getting over you seemed like a good thing. At the time.
Steve watches the two girls leave, anger nearly radiating off one of them, and he turns to Robin with his mouth slightly agape, “We should be concerned, shouldn’t we?”
She blinks.
"About what?"
The bells above the door jingle as you walk in, your sweet perfume wafting through the air as you scan the crowd. Your eyes immediately find him. You stand there for a moment just staring.
He looks so different and yet so the same. Dark clothes, dark hair, but his jaw is sharper, he stands with more confidence in his posture. He's at the bar, clearly just done with performing a set, his hair a wild mess, strands sticking to his forehead, grin wild.
your lips part and you start toward him, pausing when some blonde cretin flies in front of you and throws herself onto Eddie. Your Eddie. She squeals and you feel your eye twitch as Eddie's smile goes warm and his arms wrap around the hussy.
The girlfriend. Right. You tap your nails on the bar, loudly enough so they'll both hear and stop being disgusting.
"I see you've finally acquired rockstar groupie status, eds." your eyes flit to the girl when you say groupie. "Congratulations."
Eddie feels like he’s on top of the world. His band has finally started playing more gigs, and he’s finally starting to get noticed. Getting older has given him confidence, and his heart feels like it’s finally on the mend.
Sure, maybe he wasn’t the happiest with his girlfriend — You would always be on the back of his mind, poking at his brain like a thought he just couldn’t shake.
But you had made it clear you didn’t want him anymore, so who was he to deny you? He’d gone through a really rough patch, and so that’s why seeing you feels like he got punched in the gut.
The sight of you makes the whole world fall apart, and suddenly he’s realizing maybe he didn’t do a great job of getting over you.
He coughs, though, offering you a warm smile and a chuckle, even as his girlfriend’s grip gets tighter around him, “Ah, no, this is actually my girlfriend — Stella, Y/n, Y/n, Stella. When did you, uh — when did you get back in town?”
"So I heard."
You barely stop your eyes from rolling, waving down the bartender for a drink. With a strawberry around the rim. When he slides one to you, you turn back to the pair- gag- and pop the berry into your mouth, biting into half of it.
"I got back a few days ago. Stevie told me you got yourself a new girl. Sandra was it?" You knew it was stella. Remembered the girl from high-school as the twat who was always ogling Eddie but running the other direction whenever you'd caught her staring. So she'd made your move, huh? Bitch.
Stella sneered at you as she snuggled closer to Eddie with her leech arms and you hopped onto a barstool, crossing your legs.
"Is this what you've been doing while I was away? I wasn't here for the full set but you look really good, eddie. I remember when it was just those 5 drunks and me at your shows. Good job, babe."
Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes you in, the hand wrapped around Stella’s waist loosening ever-so-slightly the more you lean into him.
Why was he even talking to you? He should go, take Stella and go home and try to not think about the fact that he’s never truly gotten over the girl in front of him. But that’s the coward’s way out.
Stevie. God, he was going to kick Harrington’s ass next time he saw him, “Did he? I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of relationships too, babe.“
Stella glares at you from her place on Eddie’s side, and Eddie wishes he was more oblivious to it than he actually was. Stella had always asked what would happen if you came back — looks like they were going to find out.
He chuckles, a big ringed hand coming up to rub at the nape of his neck, “Well, gee, thanks — really, I'm grateful for how we’ve come up the past few months, all of us — what about you, though? Why're you back all of a sudden?”
"Are you the Hawkins border patrol? Maybe I missed the scenery. Or the people."
You say the last part with feeling, meeting eddies dark eyes head on. You move your hair to one side of your neck so the tattoo Eddie had given you your junior year together shows. It's an image of two hearts, connected together by the stem of a rose, the thorns making the hearts bleed. It was supposed to represent how intense you made each other feel. How even though you made each other bleed with want and how you couldn't be apart. No matter what.
"Do you still play D&D? I've actually gotten really good at it. I could probably play a game with you and not even cheat! I'm still chaotic evil, though."
You smile at him, your feet kicking, talking to him like no time has passed and like Stella isn't even there. To you, she isn't.
"You proud?"
“You, missing anything about this place? Sorry, but that’s the biggest bullshit i’ve ever heard."
His heart skips a beat and his words trail off when he sees the tattoo on your neck, bottom lip being pulled between his teeth. He remembers giving you that, remembers telling you it was a symbol that would stay forever, just like he would.
And he did think that. Part of him is angry, wants you to recognize that the fact that they’re not together right now isn’t his fault. But he tries to keep it together stupidly, even as the girl next to him decides to speak up.
“Oh, you play that nerd game, too? He keeps trying to get me to play it and it really doesn’t seem all that fun. He’s so cute when he’s into it, though, huh?”
Eddie’s desperately trying to steer the conversation away from this, because suddenly he’s remembering how truly chaotic evil you are and he knows that you can be a real fucking menace if you want to be.
“And, haha — yeah, ‘course i’m proud, though I doubt you don’t cheat.”
You wince at his tone, hearing the bitterness in it. Your last meeting....hadn't been sunshine and rainbows. You'd left him heartbroken and standing in the rain after a screaming match where you confessed to feeling suffocated by this town. So yeah, you guessed it was stupid to believe he'd fall for your missing this place. You'd missed him, though.
Your eyes glide to stellas with disdain. God, her voice was grating. Like chalk on a chalkboard. Screetchy. "He is, isn't he? Just the cutest."
You take a long sip from your drink, red lips wrapped around your straw more provocative than needed. You hum around the straw and kick your foot out playfully to knock against his shin. You keep your foot there, though, against his ankle. Cry about it, stella.
"Cheating isn't so bad, Eddie, I keep telling you. The sooner you come to the dark side, the better, hm? S'fun over here."
It seems that your last words are enough for Stella and she's letting out a huff, hitting Eddie’s arm with her bag before she stomps away.
“Wait, babe —“ Eddie tries to call after her, sighing as he sees her walk out the door of the bar.
He turns to you with a disappointed look on his face, doe eyes more defeated than angry. He seems like he deflates, rubbing at his temples with one hand. Why do you have to keep doing this to him?
He turns to the bartender, sighing, “Put whatever she gets on my tab. Don’t let her go overboard.”
Then he’s turning to you again, shaking his head and pointing to the door, “I’m — im going to fix — that — and then you’re going to come over later and get all the shit you left at my place, okay?”
His voice nearly cracks but he takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm, “You can’t do that shit, — god.” And then he’s running out of the bar, probably to console the crying girlfriend that had just ran out.
Your baby blue chunky boots clunked up the steps to eddie's trailer. You blew your bubblegum into a bubble as you knocked on his door, popping it as soon as it swung open to reveal the man.
You chewed the juicy fruit and smiled at him sweetly, the guilt you felt for being a cunt earlier all gone. You had a game plan now. You'd make him forgive you. "Hey, eds. M'here to 'get my shit', i think is how you put it?"
You don't wait for his reply, stepping up, knowing your proximity would make him back up, and slip inside the trailer, knowing the way to his room by heart. He still had the same posters, same guitar strung up, same bed frame. And- You smirked, walking forward and holding up his prized handcuffs with one finger.
"You still have these? So sentimental. I missed these things, you know. Who knew people in the city could be so vanilla? Tragic, honestly." You shook the cuffs at him, teasing. You were getting a kick out of frustrating him. It would make it so much better when you made him snap.
He grimaces when he opens the door to his trailer, eyes trailing over you with a tight frown pulling at his lips.
You looked perfect, of course you did — you always fucking did, and he swears it was gonna get the best of him one day. He just hoped it wouldn’t be now.
“Yes, of course, come in, make yourself at home—“ He gestures to the inside of his trailer dramatically, heaving a big sigh as he does.
He follows you throughout the place and rolls his eyes at your comments, arms crossed as his eyes trail over you, “Yeah, Stella likes em too—“ Part of him knows he shouldn’t be saying that, but he swears only you can bring out this vengeful side of him.
“Why're you doing this, huh? Why now?”
You feel your eye twitch like an insane person at the mention of eddie using these with stella, dropping the cuffs like they'd caught on fire with a disdainful look. So he wasn't going to play nice? Neither were you then.
"Isn't it obvious, eddie bear? I want you back." You say it lightly, like it's no big deal. You mean it though, wholly and truly. You move around him again to perch on his bed and cross your legs. "I missed you."
You flick your eyes around the room, almost like you're bored but really because you hate being vulnerable, even now. You wanted him back because you loved him and never stopped but there was a small part of you that feared maybe this wouldn't work. Maybe he'd break your heart this time around.
"Where's all my stuff anyway? Do you have it all in some lockbox you look back to on dark nights when you're all alone and feeling lonely. And horny."
Eddie nods, trying not to let his surprise show. Of course he knew that was the case, but he didn’t expect you to admit it so quickly.
“So what’s your game plan here, then, hm?" His voice is shaky, trying not to think back on how broken he’d felt when you left. How he truly felt like he’d never get you back, “You get to fuck up my heart, leave and come back to me when you’ve had your fill of the city? That it?”
He sees right through you, something that he knows you must realize. That’s why when he walks over to his closet, grabbing a lockbox from the top shelf and setting it in front of you on his desk, he knows the frown on your face is genuine.
“Yeah, actually, I did. Looked at it every night for the past year and cried, barely stopped — you know you can be vulnerable, you know. I see through the joking act.”
You don't like how he's acting. Sure you didn't expect a warm welcome or for him to open his arms for you immediately, but your Eddie had never been mean. Not to you. Not ever. When he sets the lockbox down you frown, scowling really. At him and at yourself. You feel the pinpricks of self hatred that you'd made him cry over you.
But you aren't giving up. "Of course you do. You always knew me so well, eddie. Better than anyone ever could. Better than anyone ever will, probably." Maybe a sentimental and honest approach will work to open him up to you. You can give a little.
Reaching towards the lockbox, you pop open the lid and peer inside, biting your lip as memories wash over you. There's your old pink camera, polaroids you'd taken of them together, some of your jewelry and other knick knacks. your favorite bandanna and one of your pale pink bras with strawberries on them.
You pick up a polaroid you'd taken a while ago of them together at the premiere for a nightmare on elm street. You turn it to him.
"I remember that night. It's when we first started dating. You took my virginity after, remember? In the back of your truck at the drive in. It was the best night of my life."
You frown. "Did you really use the handcuffs on stella, or were you saying that to hurt me?"
He simply stands there for a second, leveling you with a loaded look: eyebrows scrunched together, pouty lips set into a line and doe eyes full of all the hurt he’d buried over the past year.
But he knows that he doesn’t hate you, knows that he never could — and he also knows that it’s killing him to act like he does.
He sighs, slumping down into the chair in the corner of his room and running his hands down his face, “Yes, I remember — I thought you were actually scared of the movie but you wanted to get into my pants; I couldn’t blame you.”
He shakes his head, angry at himself for admitting this to you, “No, shes — not into that stuff. Not like you were.”
She's a lot different than you were, he thinks, visibly distraught. She's worse.
"I was scared! Its not my fault you were all hot and protective."
You almost grin when he admits the truth about stella, but hide it. You know you've got him hooked, the reminder of the past softening him. He won't take your back tonight, not that easily, not that soon, but that's not the objective anyway. Tonight, you just want to remind him of what he's missing, of what he'll continue to miss and never have with stella.
You get up until your in front of him in his chair, leaning forward until your hands grip either side of the armrests, bringing your face close to his.
"I bet she's so plain huh, your stella. I got a good look at her. Seems like the type to scrunch her nose at giving head, clutch her pearls at the thought of all the depraved shit you're into. But not me, right? No, you showed me all the wonderful things you're into, and made me love it. Tell me-"
You walk your fingers up his clothed knee. "-Does she love your body with hers the way i did?"
He knows he should be a strong man and push you off. He should tell you to get your shit and leave, to never come back into his life because all you've done for the past year has hurt him and his heart can’t take it anymore.
That is what he’d do, if he were a strong man. But the first thing Eddie Munson will tell you about himself is that he is one weak willed motherfucker, especially when it comes to the pretty girl standing in front of him.
Which is why he doesn’t push you off, only steels his jaw and turns his head so he isn’t looking directly at you, because maybe if he can act like he was fighting it at first then he won’t feel so guilty later.
“I think you know the answer to that” His voice is strained, like he’s using all of his strength just to stay still in this chair, “She doesn’t — she doesn’t like that type of stuff. And i’m not — I wouldn’t force her into it. She's …she's not like you were. Unfortunately.” aaaand, there he goes, being weak again.
You reach up and turn his jaw so he's looking at you. You don't kiss him, but it's a near thing. Fuck, You want to. You sit on his lap instead. Better.
"My poor baby." You coo with real sympathy. Okay, it's a little mean, because you're still jealous as hell he'd been with stella in ANY way. Kinky or not. "You must be itching to restrain someone to your bed and eat them out till' they cry. Know that always made you cum the hardest. When i couldn't move away from your mouth or your cock."
You stroke a hand down his chest and smile when you feel him harden under you, no doubt thinking about all the times he'd had you naked and cuffed to his bed post.
"I thought about that alot. Those city boys don't know how to fuck like you, you know? Never felt as good as it did with you."
His eyes flick down to your tits and he groans, deep from his throat — why did you insist on testing him like this?
Your mean tone has him looking at you with an unamused glare, halfway torn between angry and horny.
Still, though, his hands settle on your hips, his cock rapidly hardening as he thinks back on all the times he’d tied you up, made you take anything he gave you until you begged for a break. He remembers how pretty you looked with tears running down your face.
God, he’s so supremely fucked.
“Yeah?” His voice is shaky, fingers rubbing smooth circles into your hips, itching to grip onto the skin tyoure like he used to, “Bet they’re all vanilla as fuck, huh? Can’t make you cum like you need.”
You shiver when his fingers start to rub against your hips, your shirt riding up enough he's touching bare skin.
You try to keep your voice steady and cool. "Was so bored I nearly fell asleep everytime." You realize how equally dangerous this situation is for you, underestimating your ability to handle him touching you again. How long before his good conscience came rushing back to him and he tried in vain to refuse this again? You needed to take all you could for the moment.
"Only you can make me cum that hard, baby. Needed to come back for you so I could have it again. Don't you need it too? Need me?"
You knew he did. Felt it in the way he gripped you so hard you'd have marks there tomorrow from his rings. Just how you liked it.
"This doesn't have to be messy."
His hands keep trailing up and down your legs, getting a little closer inside each time. He’s teasing you, the cool metal of his rings probably stinging against your skin. But he knows You like it.
He’s tired of being nice, tired of being good — he could never be mean to you, no, but he could have his fair share of fun torturing you like you seemed to do with him. Again, no one brought out this side of him like you did. And he intends to make the most of it before his better mind came back.
He lets his face fall to bury in your neck, inhaling your scent in one deep breath. Fuck, how had he gone so long without it?
“But you know how much I like it messy.” His voice is almost a growl, tongue coming out from between his lips to lick a stripe up your neck to your earlobe, catching it between his teeth for a moment.
"Eddie..."
You couldn't help but grind down against him, eyes nearly rolling into your skull at how the zipper in his jeans caught against your clit through your pants. His mouth on your neck-
"Jesus, you know what that does to me- you- ah! Not playing fair."
You knew that was a stupid thing to say, like your whole reapperance in hawkins wasn't playing fair. But really, he knew what his tongue on your throat did to you. And when he took your lobe in his mouth and tugged you let out a whimper, sinking into his lap. You knew. You knew how messy he liked it, and you dug your nails into his shoulders as you rocked on his lap.
"Get messy with me then, eds. Fuck me right here, I'll make you forget all about that dumb girlfriend of yours."
He can’t help but smirk against your skin, knowing that licking you always worked like a charm. It was one of the things he loved most about you, how sensitive you were.
“Yeah? Gonna let me make a mess of you right here, angel? How fucking dirty.”
He says it condescendingly, voice honey-sweet, hips thrusting up to grind against your cunt through your pretty panties. His hand slips down to rub at your clit, the other gripping your hair to bare your neck for him.
“You want my cock so bad? Get it yourself, princess. I’m havin’ fun here.” He snarls it against your neck, biting down right into the skin of your stick and poke.
You bite your lip as he taunts you, melting into him. God, You wanted him. You wanted him to fuck your right here on his bed, the bed he'd probably taken stella to, since you'd been gone. You wanted to erase any trace of that bitch from eddies person.
You felt the toxic possessiveness and jealousy overcome you, overriding your sentimental heart and the need to just be with eddie in the moment. You felt vengeful even though you didn't have a right to be, the thought that eddie had tried to forget you, had kissed and touched someone else was driving you insane.
Pushing off his lap, you sunk to your knees, quickly unbuckling his belt and yanking it from its loops, tugging him out and giving that fat fucking cock you'd missed one long stroke. You stared up at him as you let your tongue flick over his weeping slit.
"This is mine." You kiss his pink tipped head, knowing that'd make him lost in the sensation. When he was distracted, You moved your other hand until you found your camera. You gripped the chunky item and sneakily snapped a picture of you ,unmistakable, with eddies cock splitting your lips.
He was too lost in your mouth to notice you putting the camera away, slipping the polaroid under the sheets in his mattress. Stella was the insecure type. She'd search his room at every opportunity for evidence of him with someone else. And she'd have a nice surprise when she came over later.
You moaned lewdly around eddies cock, drooling over it as you pulled off, spit connecting from your lips to his cockhead.
"Want you to cum down my throat so bad. You'll give me that, yeah? For old times sake."
He swears the entire world melts around him the second you've got your hand on his cock. He’d missed it so much, missed your slender fingers pumping him until he spilled all over your face. Or your tits. Or your cunt — wherever he felt like that day, really.
His head rolls back in a groan when you kiss his head — that’d always been a sensitive area for him, one that sent shivers down his spine. You were evil to use it, but fuck did it feel good.
“God, you look so pretty with a cock shutting you up — my cock, jesus—“ Hes moaning, hips thrusting shallowly into your mouth. He’d throat trained you for a reason.
“You gonna make me?” He says it like a challenge, the grip on your hair tight. “Make me think you deserve it.”
your cunt throbbed at his words. Eddie always had a filthy mouth, and it never failed to make you leak down your thighs. Him being rarely mean with his words was a treat too. You wondered what his reaction would be when he found out you'd just ruined his relationship. your masochistic pussy just got wetter at the thought.
"You know i can make you do anything." You preened, licking the underside of his cock like hard candy, sucking your lips lovingly down the veins on his shaft. One of your hands came up to card your fingers through the hair at his pelvis. "C'mon, eddie. Give me what i want, shoot that load you've been savin' up just for me down my throat and make me choke on it."
You also knew your filthy mouth got him as wound up as his did to you. You sealed your lips around him and eagerly sunk your mouth all the way down, until your nose was touching his bush.
As much as he hates it, your words go straight to his cock — he always liked that you had a bit of bite to you, that you never backed down when he was mean — because you knew he never meant it.
The second you take him all the way in he’s letting out a choked off moan, his eyes nearly rolling back. One big hand comes down to tangle in your hair, pressing against the back of your head to keep you there.
“Breathe, angel, yeah, through your nose like I taught you — fuck, don’t even know how much I m-missed this,” Hes rambling, the sensation of you swallowing around his cock making his brain melt.
“Think of this all the time — think of this perfect fuckin’ mouth, just made to be filled with my cock. Shit.” He cursed at the fact that he was already getting close, the tension from the night building up.
your eyes teared up as your throat spasmed around his fat cock stuffing your throat. His words made your toes curl in your boots and you started to breathe through your nose like he taught you.
your gag reflex protested but you fought through it, cheeks now stained with your tears, eyes watery and wet and eyeliner dripping all over as you peered up at him.
You used your other free hand to tug on his heavy balls, gurgling around the girth in your flexing throat as you massaged the soft flesh in your palm lovingly.
You needed his cum, would not move from this spot until you got it. Your tender throat screamed for release but that just made you widen your jaw even harder, more determined to take his hot cum straight down the closer you got to truly choking. Spit was spilling from your split lips around him, and you felt his sack tighten in your hand as his orgasm came over him.
You could have tap danced with happiness.
The sight of you peering up at him through wet, makeup drenched lashes is what sends him over the edge, hissing as he feels his balls tighten up.
His load is thick, bigger than usual — he was ashamed to admit that Stella never made him cum hard, not the way you could. Wouldn’t tell you that the reason they didn’t have sex much was because he wasn’t into her and was always thinking of you.
He grins when it spills a bit around your lips, his grip on your hair loosening even as he’s still babbling, “Shit, fuck — so fucking good, god. Fucking perfect, needed you so bad, missed you so bad. God.”
You swallow around him easily, like you were born to do it, pulling back to place a kiss on his softening head. You lick your lips of the remnants of him and smile up at him from your place on your knees.
"You needed that bad, didn't you baby?" You can see your time running out. As his labored breathing steadies, the lust in his eyes turning wide with guilt already.
You run your palms up his slack legs, your smile sad now, for a lot of reasons. Eddie thought he had a relationship to go back to after this, but he'd soon realize he didn't. Working through his reaction to that particular betrayal would be another hurtle you had to jump over, but it was necessary. He'd see it all soon, when they were together again. He always loved how insane you were.
"Feeling like a shitty boyfriend at the moment, i take it?"
As he comes down from his high, chest heaving and the adrenaline leaving his body, he feels a massive pit in his stomach when he looks down at the girl between his legs.
He can’t push you away — feels like it would be ungentlemanly to tell you to get off and out of his life after you’d just sucked the soul out of him. But he couldn’t keep doing this; he knew it.
“Sweetheart, I…” He sighs, running a hand through now slick with sweat bangs, “We never should’ve done that. I — I shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have let you.”
“I’m — i’m sorry,” He has no fucking clue why he’s apologizing, just knows it’s forcing it’s way out of him, “But I can’t keep doing …this with you. It’s not fair to her. I think.. you shouldn't come back here for awhile. Not until i think things through."
You just smile serenely and nod. There wouldn't be time. You were working on your schedule, not his.
He'd find out soon.
Steve had otherwise forgotten about your…less than happy reaction to Eddie’s newfound romance, which is why the sound of someone pounding at his door has him jumping in his seat and furrowing his brows.
He swears he’s gonna cuss the kids out if they came to bother him on the one day he told them not to—oh. It isn’t them.
He’s greeted with the sight of a smiling you, already making your way inside, a bag of McDonald’s in your hand as you do.
“Um — hello? Can I ask why you’re infiltrating my house, now?” He pretends to be bothered, but the lilt in his tone betrays him.
You sigh dramatically, breezing by him and dropping your McDonald's on his kitchen counter. The thing about having rich parents was that they were rarely home.
"You can ask but I won't answer. Listen- woah. When did you learn how to dress?" You lower your blue tinted sunglasses to get a good look at him. "I mean, you are looking really, really good right now. Are you sure you're single? Still looking?"
You grin and pop a fry into your mouth, offering him one as you lounge on his plush couch and kick your feet.
"Stevie, I've done something bad, i fear. I need to clear my conscience so I can go back to being hot and uncaring."
He squints at you, perching himself on the arm of the couch as he does. You’d always come in here like you owned the place, and it’s not like his parents were ever home to care, so it became kind of routine.
He gives you a look as he grabs the fry from you, chewing it slowly. He’s looking at you like you're suspicious, which you are, and he raises a brow.
“What did you do now? Did you slit someone’s tires again? You know I can’t bail you out of that twice, right?”
He probably could, but you didn’t have to know that.
"That was one time, Steve, and they deserved it. Fuck Debra to this day."
You jab a fry at him before eating it. You wiggle your toes in your flats as you sigh, getting serious. You did feel slightly bad, not for stella, fuck her, but for the pain your actions were about to cause eddie.
"I went to see eddie. Met his new girlfriend. Stella, really? You let that happen? Anyway, he asked me to come pick up my stuff and yada yada i gave him head. The BAD part is that i may have, unbeknownst to him, taken a picture of said act and left it for dear old stella to find."
When you say it out loud it sounds really bad. You know it does. Ugh. "But it's all for the greater good! Eddie doesn't even like stella. You get it right? I mean you see why i had to?"
He holds his hands up, shaking his head.
“Fuck did you want me to do? He seemed real fuckin’ determined to get over you, so I just let him do whatever the fuck he wanted! You made it sound like you were never coming back!”
He’s content to sit there and listen, fry halfway to his mouth when you drop the bomb on him and he coughs on it, looking at you like you’ve gone insane.
“Jesus christ, you really are a psycho —“ He doesn’t want to unpack why he thinks that’s kind of (very) hot, instead sighing.
“So like, what’s the game plan now? You know he’s gonna be, like, mega pissed, right?”
"Well you shouldn't have let him! Of course i was coming back. I just needed a breather from this wacko town, full offense."
You huff and pout at his admonishment knowing he's right but always hating being scolded. He called you a brat. You called it 'dont call me out and we'll all be fine'.
"I know he'll be mad. I just really needed to get him and stella apart, the rest will just....happen, you know. Like fate."
You peer up at him with your puppy dog eyes, knowing their effect on him. He used to have a thing for you, You wonder if he still does. And if you can use it.
"Don't look at me like that, stevie. He's mine. I don't share or play fair, you know that. You've become so moral all the sudden, s'kinda hot. A little annoying, but hot."
“God, you’re such a brat, you know that? Couldn’t even let the fucker figure it out for himself?” He shakes his head, narrowing his eyes when he sees your puppy dog eyes, so round and big and — shit.
He knew how Eddie felt, he really did — Steve had always had kind of a thing for you, was really confused and pretty annoyed when you got with Eddie, but he pushed it away because you both were happy.
But he remembers the summer when you left, him and Eddie both heartbroken. They’d bonded over it and one thing led to another and — it doesn’t matter now, they never talked about it again, but for a good month or so, they used each other to forget. But it was always focused on thinking of you.
“You’re so lucky I like you, yanno that?” He groans, grabbing another fry. “You play dirty.”
Him calling you a brat made you shiver a little. Maybe you always liked it when Steve lectured you, he did get all hot when he was stern, anyway. Before eddie, you'd spent more than a few nights with your hand between your legs, thinking about him. Not that you'd ever tell him that.
"And you're lucky not to be on my bad side, harrington." You prop your feet up on the table in front of his couch, your long legs extending. "The things I'd do to you if you ever crossed me would make you shake in your loafers."
You trusted him though. He'd always been a constant in your life, even at your worst. You appreciate him even though you were terrible at showing it.
"Why do you like me, anyway? As far as besties go, robin has me beat i think."
He rolls his eyes, faking a shiver, “Oh, i’m sooo scared, the little girl’s gonna hurt me, oh nooooo.”
He can’t help but chuckle at the glare you send his way, though your question has him shrugging while he pops a nugget in his mouth.
“Eh, you and Robin are different — she's more of like, a bro, you know? We talk about girls and everything under the sun. You’re…”
He pauses, trying to figure out where he’s going with this before he keeps talking, trying not to stammer.
“We’ve been friends forever — no matter how much I want you dead sometimes, you’re always there for me. And — I mean, okay, you’re pretty easy on the eyes, can you blame me?”
You don't know why hearing that makes you so happy. Okay, yes you do. You were a possessive person and you liked knowing you had a special place in his heart just for you. It made you all fuzzy inside.
"Is this you admitting you have a crush on me, stevie?" You lean up so you're crowding in his space, grinning at him with your candy apple lipgloss shining. You like teasing him. The king of hawkins high could never handle you being this close to him.
He always pulled back. Blushed and rolled his eyes or said something snarky when you went too far and you two settled back into their routine. Even when you'd been dating eddie and were fully committed and faithful you couldn't resist pushing his buttons sometimes. He just made it so easy.
"If i wasn't so focused on eddie, I'd probably kiss you. But I don't want your pretty head on a stake, he doesn't show it outwardly, but he's the jealous type too."
You say this unaware of the current relationship between the two men. After all, the last time you'd been in hawkins they barely tolerated each other. Eddie hated how preppy your friend was and Steve hated that you were taken by the town outcast.
Steve rolls his eyes, the trademark blush spreading across his cheeks as he looks to you, but this time, he decides maybe he won’t push you off.
“And what if I said I did, hm? What then,?” He doesn’t know what had come over him, but you didn’t know how much he’d changed over the past year and a half. And he intends to let you find out.
He leans forward, eyebrow raised, the tone he speaks in almost a challenge, “Why don’t you then, hm? Can’t pretend you don’t want it.”
At the mention of Eddie he just scoffs, unable to stop the smirk that curves his lips, entirely reminiscent of the old him. The cocky one, “Wanna know a secret? I don’t think he’d care at all — in fact, I think he’d like it.”
You blink, instinctively pulling back when he pushes forward. Your eyes go doe eyed when he actually rises to your challenge. Huh, so maybe there was something to his game after all. Who'd have thought.
"I will. You're cocky now because i'm not but the second i do, you'll be lecturing me again. Don't dare me."
your eyebrows pull together at his last comment, pausing where you'd been in the process of leaning back in. He was definitely implying something with that, especially with that look on his face. Like he knew something you didn't.
"What does that mean? I mean, i know eddies bisexual but he like, detested you in high-school. Would definitely wring your neck if he knew about that super mega ultra crush you had on me."
He nearly folds at the sight of your doe eyes, knowing he’s caught you off guard — the old Steve might have been cocky, but he wouldn’t mess with someone’s girl.
But now he knew that someone was actually quite enthusiastic about the proposition.
Steve only laughs, shrugging his shoulders as he leans back against the arm of the couch, “What makes you think he doesn’t already know? That we haven’t…worked out our differences? Hm?”
He's being vague on purpose, waiting for you to take the bait and wanting to keep you on the hook. It was almost addicting to do, see the way your face changed and got so adorably confused.
"Worked out your...."
Your eyes go saucer wide, realization dawning. You feel many things at once. Shock. Jealousy. Anger. Possessiveness. Mostly You're just intrigued.
"You and eddie? Together? When? How?" You leaned forward even more eagerly, gripping onto the lapels of his jean jacket so he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. "Tell me everything right now harrington or i swear to god, ill- ill do something crazy. You know i will."
You wanted every single detail too. Felt yourself get warm between the legs at the mere thought of your soulmate and your best friend...being intimate like that.
He laughs again when you grip onto his lapels, shaking his head and gripping your hands, lightly taking them off to place on your lap.
“Be a good girl for once and keep them there and maybe i’ll tell you everything, hm? Thank you.”
He rolls his eyes dramatically, sitting back against the couch and tapping his fingers against the arm, “What do you want me to tell you? We both missed you and got high, one thing led to another and — well, his rings feel really good when he’s jerking me off. What’s so wrong about that?”
Alright, when did steve get good at seduction? You weren't stupid. He'd been popular for a reason, You just. You'd never had it turned on you like this. It was making you feel funny.
You frowned as you realized you were actually doing as he instructed, keeping your hands on your lap as you looked at him eagerly.
Your lips parted as the image he painted went through your head. Both of the most important men in your life, high and missing you, turning to each other. Eddies hands on Steve's....
"Eddie's seen your cock?" You didn't know who you were jealous of. Eddie for touching Steve, or Steve for being touched by eddie. You squirmed in place glancing at his crotch. "No fair. Of course there's something wrong about it. I wasn't there! I can't believe you-" you blurted then paused. "You missed me? Really? Enough to....do that?"
Did they do more? Did they jerk off to pictures of you? Did they blow each other thinking about your mouth? You were going insane here. "Steve, i hate you. Im gonna kill you. Boyfriend stealer. Hussy. Let me see your dick now, its only fair."
Steve can’t stop the grin eating at his lips even as he tries to stay serious, the sight of you actually being good sending him on a power trip. It’s slightly worrying.
“Yeah, he’s seen it — done a lot with it, actually, but I feel like he should tell you that.” Steve smirks at you from his place on the couch, trying not to think about the fact that his cock is absolutely hardening through his jeans.
“Yeah. Let him fuck my mouth whenever he missed yours, let him talk about how much he loved you — honestly, super unhealthy, but it was really hot,” He’s not even rambling, specifically picking certain instances to tell you, ones he knew would rule your up.
“I’m a boyfriend stealer?! You’re the one who left! I missed you too, you know,” He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Then he’s intrigued again, smirking as he spreads his legs and gestures to his crotch, “Take it out, then, princess. Work for it.”
The thought of eddie using steve's mouth when he missed yours is almost too much. Like a wire snaps in your brain and you're wrenching forward to unbuckle steves belt, snapping open his buttons and jerking your hand through the opening slit in his boxers, not bothering to pull him fully out, closing your eyes and letting the feel of his full and heavy cock fill your hand.
Eddie had felt this weight, had stroked and licked and jerked this cock off. You felt a little mad, glaring at steve because fuck him for one upping you and pulling the rug out from under you like that with that reveal.
"Oh, you missed me, huh." You gripped the hard length in your hand tight, almost punishingly. "It was about me, huh? Sure you didn't just like how pretty my boyfriend looked, stevie? Kinda starting to wonder why i even bothered to come back."
You stroked up once and paused, squeezing again. "Do you even really like me or are you just a slut for any pretty face with big big eyes? Be honest."
He’ll admit he doesn’t expect you to just — go for it and pull his cock out, a long groan falling past his lips while his hips buck up to meet your touch.
Fuck. You really didn’t hold back; he breathes deeply, through his nose in a way that makes him calm, while he tries not to bust in your hand immediately.
This is what he and Eddie had talked about for countless nights, and Steve thought he’d never get to actually feel it, and now it was actually happening — fuck.
“Yes, it was about you, you fucking — god, you brat,” He groans, a hand combing through his hair as he thrusts his hips tentatively, “M’not a — fuck, not a slut. S’not my fault he’s stupidly fucking pretty. And horny.”
"M'not a brat. And you are a slut. Both of you are- I'll take care of eddie later but you-"
You stroke your hand back down to his thick base, feeling the veins in his cock literally pulse in your hand. Eddie was thick and fat, but Steve was long and girthy. You felt your hand settle against the mess of hair at his pelvis as you gripped him, barely fitting your hand around him.
"-Need to deal with you being naughty first. Didn't know you had it in you to be such a harlot, harrington. Letting my eddie use your mouth like it was my pussy. Did you talk about that, too? Did eddie tell you about how tight and wet i am?"
Steve was so pretty really. In a soft kind of way, the baby fat around his face had never really gone away and it made his expression soft and sweet as he blushed. His styled hair was a mess from his hand running through it, and you shoved your free hand up his shirt to drag it up his stomach, salivating at his bare skin, his hairy chest.
"Such slutty boys. What am i gonna do with you, huh? Am i supposed to let you cum after you went behind my back like that? Tell me what im supposed to do. Hm?"
Steve groans again, this time at how pretty your manicured fingers look barely being able to wrap around his dick. He wishes your words didn’t go straight to his twitching cock.
He let’s out a choked moan, pre-cum beading on his tip now, “I’m — fuck, we didn’t go behind your back! We just — we both missed you so much, and I wanted to know what you felt like, even if it was — shit, through him.”
He groans again, eyes focused down on you. He feels dizzy, and he thinks back to when Eddie would tell him you were insane in bed — in a hot way. He sees it now.
“I — I think you should let me cum. I’ve — fuck, i’ve been wishing for it for so long, only feels — hah — fair.”
"Hmm."
You pretend to contemplate his pleas as you lazily work his cock. your other hand idly runs through the hair on his chest, flicking over one of his dusty nipples just to feel him jerk in your fist. "I can feel you leaking all over my hand, you know? Messy and slutty. Are you sure you haven't cum already? No? Well I've gotten kind of bored so....."
You release his dick with a smile, even though inside you mourn the loss of him in your hand. You want him. Bad. In your mouth. In your cunt. But you're still pissed. You won't admit it's mostly at yourself, though. You wanted to be there, between them. Instead you'd been states away.
You lean back against his couch, bringing one of your legs up and pressing your foot into his chest. "Stay there."
You slide a hand down your skirt, scrunching it up until your lace blue panties are in view.
"You don't mind, do you? You can't put those kinds of thoughts in my head. I have to make myself cum now, all over your couch. You can watch, but don't touch. Slutty boys don't get to touch me."
He doesn’t know why he’s not just using his strength to take what he wants — he knows he could, could easily overpower you and you’d probably like it.
But this is — fun, oddly, something he didn’t realize he’d like. With all the other girls he’d been with he had to play the overly dominant, masculine role, which he didn’t mind, all things considered.
But with you it’s different, something about letting you think you have control getting him hot under the collar. You know him, his tendencies, his true self. It makes him more comfortable.
He swears he’s salivating when he sees your panties, swallowing thickly.
“You’re — fuck, baby, you’re kidding, right? Let me — fuck, let me touch myself too, please? Need it real bad.”
You tugs the lace to the side, running your finger up your wet slit until you circle your tight little bud.
Your foot presses harder into Steve's chest. He's solid muscle there and it annoys the fuck out of you. He's so buff he could literally toss your thighs apart like a ragdoll and shove his cock between your legs before you could even blink. But he won't.
"I don't know....my feelings are hurt, stevie. My two favorite men in the world, having each other while I had no one. S'kinda mean, don't you think? How would you make it up to me?"
You pant as you sink a finger into your hole, your walls milking around your digit eagerly. He looks so hot, panting over there like a dog in heat at the sight of you playing with your pussy. You feel slick drip down your thighs, definitely gonna leave a wet spot on his couch, you think.
"Touch yourself. Stroke that big cock and tell me how you'd make it up to her-" You plunge your finger deeper, the sticky squelch filling the room. "-My cunt. Tell me how you'd make her forgive you."
He lets out a huff, settling back against the couch and wondering why in the hell he’s letting you do this.
“How would I — you w-werent even here! You chose to leave, we were just —“ He lets out a deep breath, “Honoring your memory. Yknow?”
His cock is hot and hard when he finally grabs it, mouth agape while he watches you fuck yourself. He wishes it was him.
“Wanna—“ He’s trying not to stammer, even though suddenly his mouth feels much drier than normal. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, soft moans slipping past his lips as he strokes his cock, “Wanna rub the head over your pretty clit, wanna fuck you so deep you cry, wanna — shit — wanna paint your insides white, cum on you and smear it i-in.”
You shake your head, refusing to talk more about it. It would only end up making you actually upset. And you couldn't admit to Steve you were only so angry because you missed them both so much and felt so guilty for leaving it hurt that they had each other without you. Even if it was also kinda hot.
"Whatever. Shut up and jerk off."
Your cunt clenches around your fingers at his stream of dirty talk, your eyes hazy as you watch his hand move over his cock. Lips parted and clit throbbing as you humped down onto your hand, whining loudly, unable to help yourself.
"Of course you wanna make me cry. Always bullyin you', bet you wanna- wanna take it out on my cunt. I-i'd let you, maybe. You're so easy to push around i don't know if you can- can take what you want."
God, this is getting you so hot. You're soaking your hand, struggling to keep your eyes open so You can see when steve paints his chest with cum. You feel your hole clench and gasp as you cum, shaking through it, pussy convulsing around your thrusting fingers, slippery with the rush of slick.
"Oh god- S-steve, fuck. Feels so good. Wanna see you cum. Do it, do it now."
Didnt have to tell him twice. He’s groaning as he fucks into his hand, bringing it up to spit into the palm before he’s fucking his cock into his fist again, the sounds wet and lewd.
“Y-yeah? Shouldn’t test me, you know — just ‘cause I like bein’ pushed around sometimes doesn’t mean I won’t — fuck, doesn’t mean I won’t tear that little cunt apart.”
Hes embarrassed by how quickly he’s going to cum, but you're so fucking hot and getting him so hot that he can’t help it. He reaches another hand down to fondle his balls and that’s what pushes him over the edge.
The loud groan that comes from his throat is choked, eyes trained on your pretty cunt and how you look so hot when you cum. He gets an idea suddenly and points his cock down and, instead of at his chest, his cum sprays against your pussy. He moans at how each spurt coats your folds white.
“F-fuck, knew You’d look so pretty covered in cum. God.”
You giggle dazedly as you smear the sticky white fluid into your cunt. The rush overtaking you, as you sag against his cushions. You blink up at the ceiling, biting your lip suddenly.
What does this mean for you and eddie?
He’s angry. No, he’s so beyond fucking angry — what the fuck was your deal?
Eddie swore to god he’d had his entire room torn apart by the time he woke up, an angry Stella screaming at him while she'd stood in one of his shirts.
Itd taken him a second to actually wake up to see what she was yelling about, and by the time he’d woken up enough to figure it out she was already gone, telling him to go fuck himself and that they were over.
He grimaced, eyes flicking to the object of all this anger and tilting his head when it finally came into view, eyes narrowing.
That sneaky little minx.
He quickly got up and grabbed a few things from his room, stuffing them in his bag and shaking his head as he stormed to his van, slamming every door that was in his way.
It's like he gets there in a flash, peeling into your driveway and using the old key he’d locked away to get into your house. Your parents weren’t home, they never were, which makes it easy for him to stomp up to your room, boots heavy and loud on your stairs.
He slams your door open, eyes narrowing as he shoves the picture you’d hidden in your face, his chest heaving with all of his anger, “Are you fucking insane? What the fuck is this? Quickly.”
You'd been in your room laying on your stomach on your bed, kicking your feet as you flipped through a magazine. The slam of your house door and the subsequent thundering footsteps had you rising to your knees in surprise, eyes wide when your door flung open to reveal eddie.
You thought you'd seen him angry before. You'd been wrong. You actually felt fear for a split second as he stormed to you, before he was thrusting the picture in your face and you realized why he was here. You relaxed a little.
"Oh, that." You pretended to look at it like you didn't already know what was exactly on it, getting up and walking to your large vanity to check your hair. You were actually nervous, but you were attempting to hide it with sarcasm. "You were there, eddie, i think you know what it is."
You turned to face him with your hip rested against your vanity, tube of watermelon lip gloss in hand. "Or is it the concept of a blowjob you're confused about?" You calmly applied a layer of gloss against your lips, capping the tube with a loud 'snick' in the deadly silence of the room.
"Funny considering you'd been getting quite a few of those from Steve, i hear. What's one more from me?"
Eddie blinks, chest still heaving as he considers you. You were trying to get under his skin, clearly, and if he was stronger, he wouldn’t let it affect him.
It's been established that Eddie Munson is not a strong man, though, and his cheeks flare as a renewed sense of irritation flows through him. Harrington told you; of fucking course.
“Whatever I do with Steve — or anyone, quite frankly, is none of your fucking business, sweetheart, because as I understand it, you. left. me.” He punctuates his words with steps towards you, relishing in the fact that you're caged against your vanity now.
He peers down at you, making it so you have to crane your neck to see him. He feels powerful. It’s almost addicting.
“What’s your game plan now, huh? Stella's gone, wants nothing to do with me. So what’s your big plan? Or did you not fucking think beyond fucking me over?”
Your mouth twists, not liking him bringing up the fact that he doesn't belong to you. He would soon.
"Wrong. Everything you do is my business. Always has been, always will be."
You falter just slightly as he corners you, your back digging into your vanity. You feel trapped in a way you're not used to feeling. And you can sense how unhinged he's feeling now.
"My game plan....Stella was just collateral damage, eddie. My game plan has always been to come back to you. I was never gonna be gone forever."
You soften your voice and your eyes, leaning up to wrap your arms around your neck. "We can be together now. Just like old times, yeah?"
You hadn't planned on having this confrontation now. You would have planned better if you knew. Most importantly, you'd have made sure the cum soaked, ruined panties you'd left with at steves weren't hanging on the chair of your vanity. It wasn't like you even planned to do that with steve. It was just the heat of the moment. But for some reason you hadn't wanted to wash them immediately, so you left them there as a dirty reminder for awhile.
You register the moment eddie sees them and feel all your confidence slip away. Oh no.
He’s seething, he swears he is. Every breath he takes is labored, like he’s holding himself back from doing something — what, he doesn’t know.
But it’s evident it’s not going away anytime soon when his eyes flick to the chair next to them and he sees cum ruined panties —male, cum ruined panties, not something you could do on your own. And he has an inkling of whose cum it could be.
He grips your arms and unhooks them from his neck, sets them at your side and gives you a scathing look, like he dares you to try again. You don't.
He reaches out to hook the wet piece of fabric around his finger, bringing it over to hold in front of your face and raises his eyebrows.
“Fuck is this, then, hm?” His tone is clipped, short, reminiscent of the calm before an intense storm, “I do encourage you to be honest with me, so let me rephrase — whose cum is this? If everything i do is your business, everything you do is mine.”
It's strange to feel powerless. You'd felt in control every step of the way since your return to hawkins. In control in eddies trailer, in control at steves house. But now, with your own actions being thrown in your face with no way to back out you balk.
Hello consequences, nice to meet you. You're faced with the very real possibility that depending on how you respond, you could lose not only eddie. But Steve as well.
"Steve's." Your voice is honest and soft. Because he's right. It is his business. That's how they worked. "He told me what happened between you two after i left and- one thing led to another-"
your bottom lip trembles a little, but you won't cry. You can be a big girl and face the music. The very scary, hot music.
"I got turned on. And jealous. And sad. I don't know how it happened, I just wanted him to tell me everything. And then he started talking about how you used eachother to remember me....please dont hate me."
You really would do anything for his forgiveness. You just hoped You hadn't pushed too far this time.
He nods, letting go of a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding. He calms down, if only slightly, because at least you're being honest.
He nods along with your words, big hands and long fingers tapping along your hips as he does. It’s not for your pleasure, but more for his amusement.
“Fucking Harrington — whatever, i’ll deal with him later,” And that’ll also probably end in sex, he thinks, because Steve is nothing if not a fucking minx.
“But right now, i’m dealing with you,” He looks down his nose at you, pointing. “What to do with you, hm? You betrayed me, baby, you really did, but I could never hate you. It’s my own fault. But I can torture you. In my own way.”
He pauses, letting you anticipate things for a moment before he’s gripping your hips and tossing you on your bed, fishing in the bag he’d thrown on the floor. Bingo.
He grabs his handcuffs, already starting the process of cuffing you to your headboard, “Tell me if it’s too tight.” He was mad, but he wasn’t trying to hurt you.
"Don't deal with him without m-" You zipped your lips on second thought, thinking you'd dug your grave enough tonight.
You squeak like a mouse when he picks you up and tosses you onto your bed, bouncing on it as you stare up at him in anticipation and fear and trust all combined. Those stupid cuffs make your thighs clench immediately, cunt remembering what they meant.
"N-no they're fine." Your voice is meek. Docile. You haven't used it in almost two years because it had only ever been reserved for eddie. Only he saw this side of you, steve had seen a small glimpse, but this was your submitting wholly.
You tugged on the cuffs to test their strength and found them strong. You were officially at his mercy. You squirmed on the bed and gave him your best doe eyes.
"What're you going to do to me...." You paused and then added. "....Sir."
You were genuinely curious and a little worried. Torture could mean anything from making your cum so hard you wished you could stop, or him not letting your cum until you cried. Or even worse. Making your talk about feelings.
He smirks down at you, the show of submissiveness making his cock twitch in his jeans. He may be mad, but he was always able to appreciate how hot you were when you let yourself be a good girl.
“I don’t know yet, angel…” He shrugs, shaking his head as he paces in front of your bed, intending to make you as nervous as possible.
“What do you think, hm? Think you’ve been a good enough girl that you deserve for me to make you feel good?” His tone is condescending, almost mocking, but honey sweet.
“Actually—“ He laughs, clapping his hands together like he’d just figured out what he’s going to do, “I know just the thing.”
He’s descending on the bed then, grinning to himself as he hovers over you, “I’m going to do whatever I want to this little cunt until you’re crying —“ He pats your pussy through your jeans, “And youre going to tell me why you decided to cause so much trouble. If you stop, I stop. Capiche?”
Your eyes nearly roll back into your skull. He was so hot when he got a little mean. Something about him actually meaning it this time was gonna drive you insane. You didn't know how you'd live through this physically without opening a third eye or reaching a higher state of being or something.
The whimper you let out when he patted your cunt through the fabric of your jeans was obscene. Even as panic laced through your at this other words, fuck. You were hoping he'd skip over the whole admitting to deep feelings part and just fuck your stupid.
Consequences. Right.
"O-okay." You peered up at him through your lashes as he leaned over you, his dark hair framing his face making him look like some fallen angel. "I understand, sir."
You try to start explaining from the start but don't know how. You're sweaty and horny and nervous all at once, twisting helplessly in the cuffs as he looks down at you.
"I-i just. W-wanted you back. That's the truth, i promise! Just hated this town n wanted a breather. Wanted to find myself....d-didnt mean to hurt you so bad. Missed you so much..."
He nods along with your words, practically ripping your jeans off as he does. He’s desperate, more than you realized.
Suddenly he’s cursing the fact that he always has to wear so much fucking stuff, groaning as he unbuttons his pants and discards them somewhere on your floor. It takes too fucking long if you ask him.
“Duly noted,” He comments, quickly removing his rings and setting them on his desk before he’s pressing two fingers to your mouth, ordering you to “suck”.
Once he’s satisfied he’s putting them both inside you at once, scissoring them in and out and narrowing his eyes when he realizes you're not talking anymore.
His fingers stop, and he lifts his head to meet your eye, “Okay? I didn’t tell you to stop talking — go on or you get less prep, too.”
Your body jerks down the bed as he yanks your jeans down, the cuffs biting into your wrists. The motion sends the chain necklace hidden under your top flying out against your chest, the glinting promise ring he'd given your years ago flashing.
You gasp wetly when he coldly sets his rings aside before your lips are wrapping eagerly around his digits, whining when he pulls them out, your legs widening on instinct for him as he plunges them inside you. You're embarrassed at how wet and slick you are, the sting of being stretched so suddenly only making your moan.
Thighs trembling when he stops. You try desperately to collect your thoughts enough to speak, wanting to be good for him so he forgives you. You'd take his cock now anyway, with barely any prep just to feel the burn of him filling you again, but you want to give him what he wants. Even if its hard for you.
"M-missed you every day i was away. I-I wanted to leave with us still together, wanted t-to become something and then come back for you....but i w-was stubborn and couldn't talk to you like a grown up, couldn't tell you i wanted to get married one day and have babies and be gross- uhhh- so i made you hate me instead, m'sorry."
You hump your hips down on his hand, trying to make him move, tears already collecting on your lashline because you just want him inside you already. You missed him. Missed his cock. It was yours, he was yours.
"Please- didn't mean to hurt you. Please, i just love you, love you so much."
He hates how quickly he folds for you — he’s starting to accept the fact that, where you were involved, he would never be a strong man. And maybe that’s okay.
He sighs to himself, already leaning forward so he can pump his fingers in again, pace almost punishing as he adds a third one — he had to get you prepped, he was thick.
“So you were always gonna come back?” His voice is low, almost awestruck — had he really gone through all that to get over you when you never intended to get over him in the first place?
He gives you a soft smile, then, trying to reassure you that he wasn’t as mad anymore — sure, he’d have to tell you to never be that psychotic again, but he also knows that’s why he loved you so much. It was a give and take.
“God — I love you too, angel, I love you so so much — breathe, okay? S’gonna hurt at first, know those assholes in college probably had small cocks—“ He’s saying it to make himself feel better, even though he’s probably right, slipping his fingers out to lick your juices off before he starts to line his cock up.
You nod eagerly, splaying your thighs so wide for eddie they hurt but you don't care in the slightest.
"Uh huh. Always gonna come back for you. Can't live without you-"
His smile makes your eyes wet all over again and You lean up, straining against your cuffs to give him a kiss, knowing you had him. You were probably still in trouble for the Steve thing, but for now, it was about them, and he loved you.
"N-no one was as good as you- no one. Missed your cock. Thought about it stuffin' me every night- love it, love it as much as you eddie, i need it-"
You hiccup on your words as you feel the blunt head of him at your hole, biting your lip raw as he pushes in. He's so thick. You start shaking immediately, tears slipping because it feels like he's tearing you open but you love it. You missed it.
"Eddie, please. D-dont torture me anymore, i learned my lesson- love me please."
“God, I love when you’re such a fuckin’ sap, you know that?”
He signs against you, leaning down so he can press a kiss against your pillow soft lips, bottoming out in one go.
He knew it would hurt but he also knew you’d like it, you always had — he thought you were crazy, and maybe you were, but he never really cared.
He moves his lips against yours as he stays there, itching to move but wanting to make sure you're okay first, “Shh, baby, I love you so much, okay? You got me, m’yours, never gonna leave you—“
He has to take another breath, almost choked, “God, this pussy is so good, fuck — can I move? Please? Needa fuck you, feel like i’ve been missing it forever.”
Your eyes crossed in that way they did when he hit that gooey spot at your center, his cock filling you to the brim. Brain completely shutting off all function as you whined so loudly.
"Move, move. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me for all the time i made you miss this cunt- please. Need to feel it-"
You pulled your own knees up, your pink sneakers and socks still on, your toes curling in your rainbow colored socks, golden anklet dangling around your foot as you propped them on either side of his shoulders.
The position widened your cunt and you moaned like a whore at how wide and exposed you felt. You could only imagine how you looked down there, wet and folds straining around his thick cock splitting your open as wide as you'd go. When he started moving, your feet swaying in the air next to his head, you started babbling even more.
"G-god. Love you, love you, love you. M'gonna die i love being fucked by you so much, please, please."
He almost forgot how good you looked when you were opening yourself up for him, letting yourself go mind numb and slutty.
He doesn’t have to be told twice, hands traveling from the sides of your head to the notches in your knees, big hands gripping them to spread your fartyour.
He works up to punishing thrusts but he knows it’s what you like, let’s himself pound into you until his pelvis is grinding down into your clit and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass echo throughout the room.
“God, love you so much, love this pretty fucking pussy—“ Hes groaning, babbling, just as fucked dumb as you is at this point.
He grins when he hears the wet squelch of your cunt around him, just encouraging him to give it to you harder, “You hear yourself, baby? You missed me, just as much as I missed you, fuck, could fuck you like this forever—“
You might be embarrassed if you weren't so turned on.
"Pl- missed you so much- my pussy missed you so much-"
Your fists clench in your restraints, feeling overwhelmed about the fact that you have to lay there and take it.
"Make me take my pounding- oh, oh, never gonna leave again, just keep me here forever-"
Just the thought of it, of eddie keeping your tied up and using your cunt whenever he wanted has you dripping around his cock fucking into you again and again. It's a fantasy but its a hot one, especially after the circumstances. Eddie making sure you could never go anywhere again, chained up and splayed open to take his cock like you were meant to.
You open your mouth. "S-spit. Spit in my mouth, ah! Please."
His bangs are sticking to his head, sweat slicking his skin and the groan you pull out of him feels like it’s fucking unholy.
The thought is a fantasy, of course, some depraved thing he’d never actually do, but fuck if he didn’t like the thought of you always ready and open for him, just waiting to take his cock whenever he wanted.
His eyes flit down to yours and he nods, immediately pursing his lips and leaning down so he can drip his spit into your mouth, leaning down to lick across your lips.
“S’that good, baby? How’s my spit taste, huh?”
His words are dirty, accentuated by the filthy sounds of fucking that fill the air.
“Cum on my cock, baby, cmon, show me how much you missed me, okay? Soak my cock, angel, s-shit —“ He needed you to. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last.
"Tastes so good sir, mm"
your lashes flutter and its like your cunt can't help but follow his orders, clenching around him as you cum. It feels so good, you missed this so bad. The cuffs rattle against the headboard as you tremble and shake your feet crossing behind Eddie's neck.
"Cum, cum in me, please. Wanna be full of you-"
You wanted to feel it splash inside you and fill you up, wanted to keep it inside you, filling you up and keeping you warm. Your skin was flushed and your chest was heaving and you lay limp and let your body he used like a fleshlight for him to dump his cum into.
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He folds himself over your when he feels himself about to cum, hips pumping into that little cunt like he’s trying to break it.
He wants his cock to get as deep as possible, wants his cum to go into your womb — the evil part of him thinks that maybe he could baby trap you, but he pushes that down immediately. He’s not that evil.
But he’s ashamed to say the thought is what makes him deliver his last thrust, cum spurting and painting your walls white.
He's panting above you, the hot cum thick and he doesn’t even want to pull out cause he wants to keep it there. But he does, fingers coming down to push it back in, ignoring your hiss of sensitivity.
“Fuck. You looks so fucking pretty all wet and puffy, you’re lucky i’m exhausted or id make you go another round.”
He drops down next to you on the bed, fingers still stuffed inside you to keep his cum there. He kisses your sweaty forehead as you curl against him. You're obviously too out of it to talk, but he knows you'll have to. Know it'll be messy and painful, but. He thinks you'll both come out okay.
He's not letting you go. Never again.
You knock on Steve's door, tapping your big chunky black boots against his steps, fishnets pulling against your thighs. You snuggled more into eddies flannel around you as you waited.
You just hoped you could clear the air, perhaps ask your good ol' friend a favor and ask him not to bring up what happened between them to eddie. Sure, he already knew about it. But you didn't want any awkward tension between them, especially since you and eddie were back together. It should be fine right? Steve had fucked loads of girls and had it mean nothing. And they hadn't even fucked, really! So it should be greattttt.
When he opened the door you smiled tentatively at him.
"Hey best friend in the whole wide world, you look great today by the way, did you do something with your hair? It looks really nice. Anyway! Can i come in?"
The second he opens the door he’s giving you a once over, no longer feeling it necessary to hide how blatantly he checks you out.
You look hot, and he swears he’s almost choking on air when he sees your fishnets.
His mouth opens, then closes again when he hears your words, brows furrowing as he moves out of the way to let you in.
“What did you do? You never ask to come in, you always just come in — and you’re complimenting me. Why are you complimenting me?”
your eyes come together in a squint as you pout. It's not something you can just come out and say, is it? You need to work up to it. Him checking you out isn't helping matters at all, making your skin flush.
"Have you no faith in me? Why must I have done something to compliment my friend? Do you only like to be degraded? "
You push past him now and nervously perch on the armrest of his couch. You can't sit on the cushions where they'd touched themselves in front of each other, even though he's probably washed them by now.
"I, uh. Have an update on the Eddie and me situation, is all."
“Because you’re never nice to me? Because even when we were like, five, you’d come up to me and then call me ugly and steal my snacks? I think I know my best friend by now.”
He squints at you, walking closely behind you and settling on the recliner next to the couch. Those cushions felt too — intimate, now.
It wasn’t like their relationship had changed — had it? He doesn’t even know if he would be ready for that, he didn’t expect any of yesterday to happen and—
Oh. “Oh, uh—“ His throat feels thick, “What is it?”
You kick your feet and hum, thinking the casual route is the best option. Cool as a cucumber. Cum. Steve's cum on your panties. Okay-
"We're back together. Basically. Uh, i won't get into the details of how that happened. But, yay!" You waggle your fingers in the air but then drop them and frown, glancing at Steve guilty.
"I guess....I was just hoping. We could keep what happened, you know. Between us?"
Eddie already knew about it, but you didn't want steve being weird about it. You pushed down the part of yourself that let it happen in the first place, the part of you that gotten lost in the moment. You didn't want any more problems between you and eddie. Any more drama. You'd promised to be good.
He frowns, blinking at you for a few seconds. Was he just supposed to forget everything now?
“Okay, pause—“ He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he’s leaning over his knees, elbows on top, “So. You’re back together, yeah, cool, whatever, but—“
He pauses, then. Why was he upset? And why was he jealous? Of Eddie or of you he didn’t know, and he absolutely was not in the right state of mind to accept that it was definitely both.
“It’s — okay, yeah, whatever. Yeah, fine, forget it. It didn’t even mean anything.”
Hes bluffing, of course he is, but he’s hurt, and one thing Steve Harrington hates is vulnerability.
You frowned. This is what you wanted but his wording didn't sit right with you. It niggled at your brain and even though you knew you should leave it, you couldn't.
"It might have meant nothing to me, but it definitely meant something to you. I know you've had a thing for me for years, steve."
You smoothed your hands down your shorts. Honestly, who did he think he was fooling. Just because you DEFINITELY didn't feel the same (You couldn't right? You had eddie again) didn't mean you were oblivious to his pining.
"Not that that matters, anyway. I know this hurts you, is my point. But thanks for being so cool about it. You're the best steve."
You smiled at him extra sweetly.
He can't stop his jaw from dropping slightly, eyebrows knitting together in a scowl, both confused and mildly angry.
“Im — excuse me? You do know that you also let me cum all over you, right? Like, that definitely wasn’t just a me thing.“
He's seething. He definitely feels it, fire flowing through his veins. You were compensating, he knew that, but fuck if it didn’t piss him off.
“Yeah,it fucking hurts to be thrown to the side like that, but I think you should also probably evaluate why the fuck you even wanted to in the first place. You’re throwing stones from a glass house.”
You flush angrily and pop up, hating being called out. God, why did everyone wanna make you own up to things?
"I'll throw stones at you! What does that even mean? I got horny, so what? You were talking about eddie, the boy i love. Of course i was gonna be into it."
You can't think about his cock, or how it felt to have him talk about wanting you. You're not allowed to be that greedy when you just got eddie back. You can't allow Steve to think you liked him at all, or he'd intervene.
"Look. Just. We both agree to keep it between us? I'm sorry it hurt you but what do you want from me? You know I can't like you back. I'm with eddie. You can't ruin that for me just because you have a crush."
Maybe if you were mean enough he'd stop having feelings for you and then they could go back to being friends and you and eddie could be in love and everything would be fine.
“You know what? Whatever, deny whatever the fuck you want, it’s not my grave to dig.“
He shakes his head, leaning back in his recliner again and averting his gaze from your. He was tired, and he knew you could tell.
Part of him knew he had little right to be angry — You didn’t like him back, whatever. But it felt like he’d put his heart out there and you’d simply thrown it to the side.
“Sure, whatever. But know that this—“ He gestures between the two of them, “Is not the same now. Don’t come over late at night when you’re bored and want to watch movies, don’t come bug me at the store, don’t offer to help babysit the others with me. I’m done.”
He lets it hang in the air, knowing you won’t go down without a fight but needing to get his peace out.
You felt your heart clench in your chest. He looked so disappointed in you and you didn't know how to fix it. Why couldn't things just go back to how they were?
You stomped your foot. "Why are you making this such a big deal? It never was before...."
He looked seconds away from tossing you out of his house and you wanted to scream. You didn't wanna think about why you felt so upset by him not wanting anything to do with you anymore.
"You hook up with loads of girls and it means nothing, just let it be like that. You can't be done with me, you can't just make that choice."
“Those loads of girls aren’t—“
He stops himself. How would he finish that? ‘Aren’t you?’ ‘Aren’t the girl i’ve had a crush on for years?’ ‘Aren’t the girl I jacked off to pictures of with your ex boyfriend?’
“They aren’t my best friend. And I can make that choice, actually. I’m quite literally making it right now.”
He takes a deep breath before standing, already moving to sweep open the door.
“I’ll see you around, yeah? Have fun with Munson for me.”
You're snuggled against Eddie like a little kitten, happy but still feeling guilty about your conversation with Steve earlier. You hadn't told Eddie about any of it. Mostly because he said he wanted to deal with steve, whatever that meant, and your going over there and breaking his heart probably wasn't something he'd be okay with. You wondered what eddie's reaction would be to all the hidden drama between you and the other man. If he knew that you had strung along not only him, but Steve too? You didn't think he'd be happy.
You were just glad Steve agreed to keep quiet about it. The guilt would go away, surely. So would the feelings.
Steve mulled it over for hours after you'd left, trying to get rid of the guilt that consumed him for screwing Eddie over and the anger that filled him when he thought of what you had said.
That decides it for him, he thinks, and he's grabbing his jacket on the way out of the house with a scowl on his face. Eddie deserved to know -- and Steve thought he should tell him.
And then he's surprised when he's knocking on Munson's trailer only to see you cuddled up on the couch, already asking him to come back to cuddle -- he breathes deeply, trying to keep his features and voice in check.
"Hey, Munson -- lemme come in real quick? It'll only take a sec, just wanna talk."
Eddie's on top of the world, really -- he's got his girlfriend back, his ex had finally stopped throwing shit at his trailer to fuck with him, and he wasn't being hunted by practically half the town anymore. He thinks he's living the life.
Which is why he's all smiles when he opens the door and greets Steve, already moving out of the way to invite him in.
He registers that Steve looks a little off, but doesn't think much of it because, why would Steve be upset? They'd gotten a lot closer since...last summer, enough that Eddie could say that he's one of his best friends. So nothing bad, right?
"Yeah, dude, come in! What's up?" He grins, looking from Steve to you and painfully missing the tension, "Everything alright?"
You're giving steve 'im going to murder you' eyes over eddies shoulder. Already you know this can't be good for you. Steve looks vindictive and you don't know how to stop the words from coming out of his mouth.
You stand up, smiling.
"Oh my god, did you guys have plans? Eddie, you should have told me, silly. I'll just leave you to it! Call me when you're done!" You scurry to grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder.
The way you see it, You can't stop Steve from spilling, but you can definitely run from the fallout. Maybe regroup. Explain to eddie later when Steve wasn't there, your side of things once you thought of a suitable enough lie.
Steve's immediately stepping back and throwing his arm out to stop you from leaving, blocking the door and crossing his arms as he looks from you to level with Eddie.
"Did you know?" His voice is tight, jaw set. He sees Eddie's confused face and he has to stop the laugh that threatens to come out, only shaking his head.
"About her and I? Did she tell you?" The flash of recognition on Eddie's face has his other words fading off, his brows furrowing. No way you'd told him?
Eddie's in shock for the first few seconds, trying to process what the fuck is happening between his best friend and his girlfriend. Should he be concerned?
But then Steve speaks and, yes, it takes Eddie a second, he isn't the brightest guy in the world, but he quickly catches on and nods, laughing softly.
"Oh -- dude, yeah, she told me yesterday when we -- it doesn't matter. Why do you seem so upset about it? I thought you guys were on cool terms now."
Eddie looks from the other boy to you, eyebrows knit together, "Right, babe?"
You feel something in you shrivel and die. Eddie was about to find out how even more of a cunt you were than he thought.
You bit your lip, glancing at Steve and then at Eddie and then at the ground, kicking your shoes against the floor as you shuffled back to the couch and sat on it, looking at neither of them now. How best could you sugarcoat all this?
"Um." You tucks some hair behind your ear. "Depends on your definition of fine? Like do we have a mutual understanding? Uh uh! Right, steve?"
You plead with him with your eyes to leave it at that. He used to always cave for those. Please don't tell my boyfriend im a manipulative cunt and I played with your feelings, he'll skin me alive! You don't want the girl you're secretly in love with skinned alive, right? You hoped that's all conveyed in your gaze.
He contemplates it, he really does. Contemplates caving in to those pretty eyes and lying to save your ass.
And then he remembers what happened between you two, the things you had said after practically admitting you returned his feelings, and that's all he needs to avert his gaze. You couldn't get him with the eyes if he didn't look.
"Yeah, mutual understanding. Mutual understanding that we're not friends anymore because apparently it meant nothing to you and only something to me, and that I should just get over what happened because you're happy with Eddie again and that's all that matters. Right?"
He's looking at Eddie as he says it, eyes trained on the other's.
Eddie, for his part, tries not to let the shock show on his face but he's never been particularly good at hiding his emotions.
His eyes flick from Steve, to you, to Steve, then back to you again. How much had you left out when you'd told him about your and Steve's talk? He thought it went well.
"Oh," Is all he can say, trying to work through the confusion he's feeling.
"Um -- explain, please baby? The truth this time."
Drats. There was no wyoure to run then. You could only really blame yourself, but still. You wanted to pout. But you knew that would only make it worse.
"Eddie, um." your voice is quiet, tinged with regret. "Steve and i....well. We have, sort of. A past i guess? But i love you. I do. You know i do. I just- i told steve i liked him back, when we- when we hooked up. I don't know why."
The thing was you did know why. You'd denied it for years, because you'd had Eddie, and didn't want to be greedy. But you had feelings for steve. But you couldn't say that now, could you?
"I don't know the truth." Yes you did. The truth was you were in love with two men at the same time but didn't want to say it. "I love you eddie. Im sorry. I didn't wanna tell you because i didn't want you to think i was.....hurting more people."
You shrugged. "I told steve i chose you, basically and he took it bad, is all."
Steve only stands there with his arms crossed, looking at Eddie with raised eyebrows as if to ask if he really believed you.
Eddie meets Steve's gaze and sighs, because he really wants to believe his girlfriend and have this all blow over but he knows he can't. The two people who knew you best were standing in this room and they both knew you were lying.
"I said to be honest.," He runs ringed fingers through his hair, giving you a look laced with disappointment while his big brown eyes plead, "Please? You're hiding something."
He didn't think you didn't love him -- he knew you did, he would never not be secure in that, but you were holding something back, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
"I'm not mad, just -- please."
You're ashamed to feel tears burn your eyes. You hate crying. Emotional crying anyway. Especially when you spent two hours on this whole smokey eye look, fuck.
"Fuck you. I spent ages on this makeup." You direct your words at Steve, glaring at him like it's his fault for making you have feelings. You look at eddie and soften, seeing he really doesn't look angry with you. "I love you eddie. That's the biggest truth. I just- don't want to hurt you anymore. I've hurt you enough and i can't be greedy anymore, or I'll truly be the worst person alive. But, but."
You look at Steve again with your watery eyes and hope he feels guilty for making you cry. He's so mean. And he called you the mean one. Haha.
"I love Steve too. I think i have f-for awhile." your lip trembles. "M'sorry eddie. M'the worst girlfriend alive."
Oh shit.
Okay, steve didn't expect that -- not at all, actually, and he has to quickly pick up his jaw from the floor because holy shit, You what? You actually liked -- no, loved him back?
He thinks he's stunned into silence and, for once, needs Eddie to pick up and speak for him. Plus, he really does feel bad for making you cry, and he wants to go over and comfort you, but he swears he feels rooted where he stands. What the fuck?
Eddies eyebrows furrow, body immediately moving to where you are sitting to wrap his arms around you. He hates seeing you cry, even more so when he's part of the reason why.
"I love you too, angel, always, why wouldn't I? Nothing you could ever do could stop me from--"
He swears his whole world gets thrown off its axis. You -- loved Steve? And him? He searches in him for the anger he's probably supposed to be feeling, or jealousy, but it comes up...empty.
He knows it would be there had this been anyone else, but he can't deny the feelings he'd harbored for the other man just a few months prior. If you wanted them both, why would he deny you?
"Guess he is kinda pretty, huh?" He's trying to lighten the mood, swiping away a stray tear with his thumb, "You're not awful, angel, could never be -- I don't mind sharing. I think I even kinda like him too." He turns, eyebrows raised, "So, Harrington. Whaddya say?"
You lean into Eddie's touch immediately, wanting to crawl into his lap, so you do. You can't believe you're lucky enough to have someone like him. He should be throwing you out, and banishing you from his trailer but instead he's saying You can have what you want? That he wants it too?
You turn from where you'd buried your head in his neck to peek at steve. "H-he is pretty." You swallow. "When we....i made him touch himself and tell me about the things you guys did. Was mean to him until he got mean back. I-I really liked it eddie."
You turn to look up at him with your big eyes, jutting out your bottom lip.
"For some reason, i can never be a brat towards you. Wanna be your good girl. That's why i didn't tell you. Didn't wanna disappoint you. A-and i was embarrassed because...didn't want you to know how much of a brat i can be."
You squirm as your eyes turn to Steve again. "And i didn't want you to know how much i liked being dominated....was too embarrassing. It's easier to just be a bitch. But i love you, steve. Come here?"
He's a broken down man, truly, because the second you turn to him with those big eyes and pouty lips he's nodding, walking towards his two friends -- lovers, now? -- with a slight roll of his eyes.
"So I had to do all this for you two to finally realize your love for me? We coulda saved so much time, y'know--" But he's smiling, softly and fondly because he's unable to help himself. How'd he get so lucky?
The mention of their time together has him gulping, heat rushing to his face, "She's a real brat, Munson -- how the hell do you calm her down so quick? Swear it's like I look into those eyes and I'm putty." But then he's smirking, an idea coming into his head, "Wanna show me?"
"You know, Harrington, I don't think you've ever had a better idea--" Eddie's grinning, big and goofy and way more cocky than he should be.
But he has a hot boyfriend and a hot girlfriend, so how could anyone blame him? He's literally living the good life.
He turns to you, planting a kiss on your lips before he's speaking gently, "How 'bout it, angel? Wanna show Stevie how to tame the beast?" He says it teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows, but his voice is low enough to show that he means it, "Bet he'd get a kick out of it. Maybe we'll even let him join."
He locks eyes with Steve before leaning forward to kiss him, too, smirking at the bright blush on the boy's face, "See? He likes it."
You felt yourself heat up at their kiss, nodding eagerly at the idea of Eddie showing Steve how he made you melt. You were a little embarrassed at the thought of Steve seeing your turn so slutty, but mostly excited.
When they pull back You're leaning forward to kiss Steve yourself, moaning loudly into his mouth before pulling back and settling into Eddie's chest.
"W-wanna show him how good i can be." You put on your signature pout and stick one of your feet out, again, pushing it against steve's shoulder. "You're not allowed to make fun me, kay? I'll bite your head off."
You think you'd actually like it if he made fun of you, taunted you a little, but you'd die before you willingly admitted you fantasized about being bullied by him. He could figure that one out himself.
"Eddie, please." You were already starting to get desperate, grinding back against him. "T-touch me now. Wanna be touched."
Steve swallows hard, nodding his head and feeling dazed after the two kisses -- is this how he was gonna feel every time? Hazy and feeling drunk off of just one kiss?
He's watching, eagerly trying to eat up everything he can about the way they interact -- so he can learn, of course.
Your begging is like music to eddies ears, ringed hands running up and down your sides to tease you a bit before he's pushing your shirt up, letting your tits bounce free. You didn't wear bras when he was around.
"Aren't they so pretty, Stevie?" His voice is taunting, more towards you than him, but it looks and feels so good to be in control of both of them right now. Addicting, almost.
"She makes the prettiest sounds when you just..." He trails off, fingers tweaking one of your nipples and grinning at the needy whine he receives.
"Wanna see her get really worked up, though?" At Steve's eager nod he quickly unbuttons your shorts and shimmies them off along with your panties, letting them fall to the floor. He brings his hands down to rip along the seam of your fishnets, creating the perfect opening for his fingers to descend upon your clit, moving in slow circles.
You tremble and want to kick your feet, but steve is wrapping a hand around your ankle and squeezing it, his brown eyes fixed where eddie is playing with your little bud. He looks ravenous.
He meets your eyes and smiles, wolfish.
"You have a lot of groveling to do with that little pussy, I think."
"Mm, she does." Eddie agrees from behind you, "to both of us. Better strap in sweetheart."
Welcome fucking back to hawkins.
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STEDDIE MICROFIC JULY: STEVE NO FUN HARRINGTON
@steddiemicrofic | Word: Pool | Word Count: 442 Rated: T (for swears, it’s a Worm Drabble of course there are swears) | CW: none
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“You’re literally no fun, Steven.” Dustin sniped turning on his heel to go jump back into the pool.
“Yup that’s me, Steve No Fun Harrington. Use my pool, eat my food, play your stupid dumbbells and dingbats game in my living room, but god forbid you have fun.” Steve mumbles under his breath reaching for his beer.
He almost knocked the damn thing over when he felt a hand clap his shoulder, hot breath next to his ear, “Dumbbells and Dingbats huh? Better not let their DM hear you talk shit, baby, I hear he can be a little mean.”
Steve leans his head back to knock into his very hot boyfriends chest. Eddie and Steve has just kinda…fell into each others space after everything in March and four months later, Steve had absolutely zero complaints.
He juts his bottom lip out looking up at Eddie. He probably looked ridiculous, but Eddie looked at Steve like he hung the moon and Steve was 100% sure he returned that gaze whenever he had the chance.
Eddie laughs placing a quick kiss on Steve’s nose.
“What’d Henderson do this time?” Eddie asked as Steve sat back up his chair.
“How’d you know it was Henderson?”
Eddie dramatically plopped into the seat next to him, looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk. “You trying to tell me it wasn’t?”
Steve couldn’t help but laugh, Eddie always had a way of mellowing him out. “You know how it is, they just want me in the damn pool and I don’t wanna be in the damn pool Eddie.”
Steve watched as Eddie face shifted, inquisitive. He knew Eddie wanted to ask but Steve also knew that he wouldn’t. They knew each other well enough at this point to leave certain things unsaid.
Eddie opened his mouth to respond, but was met with a chorus of greeting from the kids before he could.
Eddie waved them off, telling them he’d join them in a few, before turning back to Steve.
“Do you wanna just come sit at the edge? It is pretty fucking hot Stevie, and you’re already smokin’, so maybe dipping your feet in wouldn’t be such a bad idea?”
Steve laughed, Eddie was a ham and he loved it.
Loved him.
Eddie stood up, running a hand through Steve’s hair, “I’ll hold your hand the whole time.”
Steve looked up at him again, he was sure there were hearts where his eyes were supposed to be. “Promise?”
Steve let himself be pulled up, Eddie placing a quick to his lips before dragging him to the edge of the pool.
“Yeah baby, I promise.”
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Eddie was even more dramatic now that he got turned into a vampire. He even wore a long black cloak. Steve bought him it as a joke. He regretted it a little bit, especially when Eddie stormed off and the cloak hit him in the face. Well, Eddie decided to do a reenactment of Dracula in Steve's living room with a script he wrote himself. He had Jonathan play, well, Jonathan Harker.
"Am I playing Mina?" Nancy asked.
"No. . .that roll belongs to. . . STEVE!" Eddie asked dramatically.
"Why?" Nancy asked.
"For. . . Reasons. Never you mind, Wheeler," Eddie said.
"I didn't even audition," Steve said, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, nobody auditioned, Steve," Eddie said as he hands out his scripts.
"Uh, Eddie, this says that Mina gets pregnant by Dracula in this. Also, she apparently has a dick. Okay, well, that's graphic. Hey, what are these names that are crossed out? That looks like an S," Steve said squinting.
"Wrong script! Wrong script!" Eddie squealed. "That is the rough draft!"
"Yeah, apparently very rough," Steve said as he continued to read it.
Eddie squealed and grabbed the script from him before handing him the correct one. Nancy giggled and finished reading the script.
"This is good, Eddie, very well written. Although, now I'm curious what the rough draft says," Nancy said.
Meanwhile, Robin was trying to sneak behind Eddie to grab it. Eddie rolled his eyes and stuffed the script down his shirt.
"I'm an actual goddamn vampire, Buckley," Eddie said.
Everyone practiced their lines, Nancy was, of course, determined to see it through, which is why Eddie made her director. It eventually came time to perform said play, although Eddie insisted on a test run first. As they ran through the play, Jonathan decided to improvise, knowing that Eddie had feelings for Steve and would have no choice but to act on them. Jonathan kissed Steve. Eddie let out an inhuman screech.
"There is NO kissing between Jonathan and Mina in this play!" Eddie exclaimed.
Eddie picked up Jonathan, pulling him away from Steve and then setting him far away from him. Eddie scowled at Jonathan and turned around, letting his cloak hit Jonathan in the face.
"Someone seems jealous," Steve said with a smirk. "Yeah, that's not the guy I was hoping would kiss me."
"Argyle?" Eddie asked in confusion.
"No, dummy, I want you, Eddie Munson, to kiss me, Steve Harrington," he replied.
Eddie grinned and held up the cloak to block everyone's view of him kissing Steve. Meanwhile, Nancy was getting onto Jonathan for going off script. She takes her job as director very seriously.
"Nancy, it's a play being put on in Steve's living room," Jonathan said. "And are you really more upset about me going off script than me kissing your ex-boyfriend?"
When it came time, the rest of the party arrived to watch the play. Even Joyce and Hopper showed up to watch. Everyone watched, eyes glued to the performance. They laughed, they cried and enjoyed it immensely. When it was over, everyone clapped.
"Eddie, quick question," Dustin said. "Great play, by the way. Did you perhaps write this play just so you could kiss Steve?"
Eddie scoffed, snorted, and glared at him before pouting.
"Yeah."
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Haircut {E.M.}
✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Light swearing
✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 850 words
✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You teach Eddie how to take care of his hair after he chops it all off.
✰ 𝐀/𝐍: Just a quick little thing I thought of earlier. Would Eddie ever cut off his hair? No. Does Joseph Quinn growing out his hair look frickin’ adorable? Yes. Love it. And yes, this was inspired by Joseph Quinn telling Eddie to get a haircut in that one video.
You and Eddie were doing homework in silence when he suddenly piped up.
“Babe, what would you do if I got a haircut?” He asked quietly. It was the first time he’s ever seemed timid before.
You paused your essay writing and looked at him in confusion. “Why would you get a haircut?”
“If I got a real job then I guess this wouldn’t be acceptable. Unless the band does really well.” He explained, curling the ends of his hair with his fingers.
You looked up with a caring expression. “Eddie, I am a hundred percent okay with you dealing drugs as long as you keep your hair long.”
It took Eddie a few moments to realize what just happened. “I already deal drugs.”
You clapped happily. “Then it’s settled! You won’t get a haircut.”
. . .
Eddie came up behind you and hugged you from behind, resting his head on the top of your head.
“So... I thought it over and I decided to do it,” He told you.
You put your stuff in your locker and unwrapped yourself from his arms. “What do you-” You cut yourself off when you saw him. “Oh my lord!”
He smiled widely at you. “Surprise!”
“Eddie! Your luscious locks.” You responded dramatically, your hand going to where his hair used to go to.”They’re gone.”
“I know!” He responded, matching your energy. “I had to cut my beautiful mane. Mostly because I want to make you proud.” He said with a fake hair flip since he didn’t have his long hair anymore.
“What do you mean?” You asked.
Eddie started twiddling with the strap of his backpack. “I need to do more with my life than what I’m already doing.”
“Wait actually?” You asked, surprised by the change of heart.
“No! Of course not! Why would you think I’m planning on being a functional adult? It was just hard to keep up with so I decided to chop it off.” He explained, slightly offended by your assumption.
You averted your eyes to avoid eye contact and scratched your head. “Oh.”
“But feel it!” He encouraged, showing you the top of his head and petting it. “It’s soft because of something called conditioner.”
You had reached out to notice that, yeah, it was a lot softer than it used to be. “Wait, Eddie, did you not use conditioner before?”
“No...?”
“What about shampoo?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips now.
He scratched his head and looked confused. “Isn’t that for girls?”
“Eddie! No wonder you didn’t like your long hair. You never took care of it!”
“I brushed it out.” He tried defending.
“Eddie, you’re not supposed to brush curly hair. Just... I’ll help you.” You said. “I’ll stop by yours after school.”
You closed your locker and walked off, leaving a very confused Eddie.
“What the hell is conditioner?” He muttered to himself.
. . .
You walked into his room with a bag in your hand full of hair care stuff. You threw the bag at him wordless and started going through it.
“What’s all this?” He asked.
“See this? It’s shampoo and conditioner.” You told him, holding up the two bottles.
He nodded. “Right.”
You pulled out a comb and ran your finger over the teeth so it made a sound. “See this? It’s a comb. Use it.”
“Okay.”
“These are scrunchies.” You said, holding up about ten.
Eddie nodded again. “I know. Chrissy wears them.”
“They’re supposed to protect your hair.” You briefly explained.
“Oh.”
“Got all of that?”
“Yes mom. I got it.” He teased.
. . .
You had spent the night at Eddie’s and needed to take a shower before going home otherwise you’d smell like weed and shitty cologne.
Your parents would not approve if you came home smelling like that.
Unfortunately for you though, your boyfriend was up before you. And was taking forever in the shower.
“Eddie! Stop hogging the shower!” You yelled through the door.
“You’re welcome to join me.” Eddie responded calmly.
You scoffed and knocked harder. “In your dreams mate.”
You heard Eddie’s adorable little chuckle through the door. “You don’t want to know what my dreams consist of.”
What he said was not as adorable.
“Hurry the hell up!”
“I’m washing my hair!” He informed you.
“Eddie!” You yelled in response, threatening to break the door down.
“Hurrying babe. Hurrying.”
. . .
You and Eddie were laying on his bed one night. He had his head in your lap and you were messing with his hair while you read. One thing you learned about Eddie was that his hair grew pretty quickly. It’s been almost a month and his hair was already to the tips of his ears.
“Actually, I like your short hair. It’s grown on me.” You said, bouncing the little curls slowly.
Eddie groaned as he sat up. “Dude. I just decided to grow my hair out again.”
“Are we just that out of sync?” You asked him, now a little upset about his hair again.
“Who cares. We love each other.” He said, squeezing you in a hug.
“Sure do!” You responded happily.
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romantic<3
eddie x tiktok trends lol
you jumped to your feet when you heard his van pull in, crunching the gravel and headlights shining into the kitchen window. you giggled as you assumed the position, curled up on the couch and pushing down the blanket by your feet, hoping it looked like you had kicked it off in your sleep.
you and robin had playfully argued that eddie was not much of a romantic boyfriend. you were trying to disprove her theory, so you wanted to see what he would do if he walked in and found you “asleep.”
You pressed your cheek against the arm of the couch, squeezing your eyes shut and relaxing your body. You covered your mouth with your arm so you wouldn’t break out in a cheeky smile. You heard him shuffle through his keys and mutter curses under his breath, trying to find the right one to fight the lock.
The door was pushed in and Eddie tripped on his way in, falling to the floor with the case of beer he had just boughten. “Shit!” He snapped. “Babe, are you-”
His mane of hair dangled in the air over his shoulders as he gripped the coffee table beside him for support, one knee on the floor and the other up. His mouth hung open in stilled words as his eyes found you sprawled out on the couch, eyes closed and blanket tangled at your feet.
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh.
You could hear him struggle to stand, tossing his keys on the table beside him. His boys slowly got louder in your ears, and you felt the tip of his finger ghost over your forehead. Do something romantic so I can prover her wrong.
His footsteps disappeared into the other room, and you peaked your eye open, gasping quietly. “That bastard.” What was he doing?
You seen his shadow and immediately dropped back down, relaxing your face to try and seem asleep. You heard him approach you and your heart quickly sped up in anticipation. You screamed when a pillow was shoved over your face and began smothering you, loud cackles echoing in your ear as you shot up.
“What the fuck!” You screeched, the pillow dropping from your face. Eddie was dying laughing, doubled over as he clapped his hands and pointed at your face. “What was that for?” You huffed, eyes wide incredulously.
“I knew you weren’t sleepin’, y/n.” He wheezed, eyes twinkling with joy.
“So your thought was to smother me to death?” You panted out of breath, face flushed and red.
“Well, no,” He chuckled, hand holding his chin as he composed himself. “What exactly were you doing?”
You scoffed, scooted to the back of the couch and throwing the pillow to the floor. “I was trying to prove to Robin you could be romantic. I was hoping for maybe a- uh, I don’t know, a kiss or to be covered up! Not to be murdered.” 
He frowned playfully at your pout. “Aww, did I hurt my baby’s feelings?” He kneeled in front of you, fixing your wild hair that he had messed up.
“Yes.” You said stiffly, only playing around. “I’m mad at you.”
“I’m sorry.” He kissed your knuckles. “Anything I can do to make up for it?”
You pursed your lips and crossed your arms. “How’d you know I wasn’t asleep?”
He snickered against your fingers, hand trailing up your arm. “Because you snore.”
“I do not!” You snapped, sitting up quickly. “You take that back, Eddie Munson!”
“I cannot tell a lie, sweetheart.” He held up his hands, a smirk plastered on his face. “You snore like a goddamn freight train.”
You gasped dramatically, giving him a small shove. “And I had the audacity to think you’d be romantic! Next time I’ll just let Robin trash talk you.”
“Romantic, huh?” He wiggled his brows and stuck his tongue out between his teeth. “You want to be romanced, sweetheart?”
“Not anymore, I don’t.” You stuck your nose up, cringing when he planted a puckered kiss on the tip. Then on your cheek, the corner of your mouth, making them loud and sloppy, tickling your skin. “Quit it, Eddie! I’m mad at you!” You smiled, trying to squirm away from him.
“But I thought you wanted romance?” He went down your neck, smiling against your warm skin as his fingers poked at your sides. You squealed loudly and bucked against the couch, laughing out into hysterics when he climbed atop of you and tickled your stomach.
“I’ll give you romance then, baby.”
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Steddie fluff (going back to my ROOTS and writing the gays)
Eddie with kids make Steve short-circuit. Holly is maybe a little younger here than she actually is in s4?
Steve Harrington is a lot of things. He’s athletic, well-groomed, charming, and an all-around cool guy if you’re not asking anyone that actually spends any time with him. He’s also incredibly romantic, loyal to a fault, and would do anything for his friends; which is how he ends up leaving the comfort of his home on a cold winter evening to cover Nancy’s babysitting duties. He wasn’t even sure of the reason she was asking for his help, just said yes in favor of gaining back some lost time with one of his many younger pals.
When Mike walked through the basement door with his hand in his little sister’s, Eddie nearly blew a gasket. Erica Sinclair was one thing, she could keep up with the campaign and didn’t need a chaperone to go to the bathroom, but Holly was a toddling liability. She could choke on a figurine or get scared by the monster voices or shove a crayon so far up her nose they needed to stop and drive her to the ER!
Eddie didn’t say any of this, though, because he had picked up some grace from his boyfriend. His boyfriend who cooed at babies in line at the mall and teared up at the end of romantic comedies when they flash-forward to the husband and wife and kids moving into a Victorian house on the corner. His boyfriend who was softening Eddie’s edges day in and day out just by being around him.
Steve was smooth to the eye, keys to his BMW twirling around his finger and sunglasses blocking out the sappy look he gave everyone in his life. But as soon as the keys were in the bowl by the door and the sunglasses were off, he melted into his slippers and practically morphed into a house cat.
So when Steve strolled into the school basement all eloquence and suaveness flew out of the window so small it was a fire hazard. Eddie had Holly on his knee, arm wrapped around her small body like a safety bar on a roller coaster. She was giggling and clapping her hands like she really was at an amusement park, while Eddie was shaking her gently and having her roll the dice for him. Steve didn’t stand a chance.
“Incredible roll, master-in-training!” Eddie said to Holly in a similar voice to when he praised Steve the few and far between times he joined the game. “With your additional 2 strength, that brings your total to a six, so it’s a miss,” Eddie told Mike.
“That doesn’t count, though, I didn’t roll my own dice,” the middle Wheeler child immediately began to fight, as is their nature. “Holly, no,” he scooped the dice up off the table as his sister was about to pick them up from where she dropped them, mere inches away. Her face scrunched up, ready to lunge across the table at her brother and kick and scream until she got what she wanted. She wasn’t a baby anymore, she could express her emotions, although right now the only one she was feeling was unadulterated anger.
“Mike!” she screeched, taking a page out of her older sister’s book, piercing the ears of anyone still left in the school this late after hours. Dustin, Will, and Lucas cringed like they had heard this a million times before, because they had. The only thing missing was Mrs. Wheeler rushing down the stairs to scoop up her baby and take her upstairs for ice cream.
“Woah, Munchkin, give a guy a chance to put in some ear-plugs before you do that again,” Eddie leaned away and dramatically tugged on his ear. Holly turned toward him, not used to having her tantrums interrupted so quickly.
“If you make any more noise the dragon is going to waltz right in here and eat us all up, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop him by myself,” he said, peering towards the door and seeing Steve for the first time. Eddie winked quickly at him before turning back towards the toddler on his lap. She huffed and looked at Mike’s hand that was still gripping the dice she had become friendly with.
“Mike,” she repeated, pleading her case to the judge and jury.
“I know, he’s one of our weaker soldiers, but we have to let him come along. He brings the babes,” he ran his finger back and forth along her smooth cheek, bringing a smile to her face yet again. “Wheeler, give your little sister the god damn dice or I am going to have her replace you full-time,” Eddie said through clenched teeth. And just like they were in the Wheeler basement, he began to fight back.
“Eddie-”
“Hi, Miss Holly!” Steve swooped in, then, thinking if he had to look at Eddie firmly mediate a petty argument between the siblings for another minute his heart would burst right through his chest, Alien-style. “What say you and me go see if there’s some stuff laying around in the gym to play with?” he reached down and expected his small friend to extend her arms up toward him like she usually did. Instead, he was met with a shake of her head and the pleasure of seeing Eddie try not to yelp when she tugged on a lock of his hair less than gently.
“No, I want to stay,” she scrambled closer to Eddie’s chest and hugged her little arms around his neck, effectively melting Steve’s heart. He couldn’t be upset that she liked his boyfriend more than him, it was so sweet he felt a new cavity coming in.
Eddie and Holly both looked up at Steve with their big round eyes, begging him not to separate them. Just one would have done, but with the two of them looking up at him he would have figured out a way to bend the laws of gravity.
“Okay, I’ll be over here if you need me,” he spoke to Holly but it was meant for both of them. Steve almost floated to his corner of the room, powered by his adoration. Eddie continued the game, involving Holly as much as he could and giving Mike just as much trouble. Steve was melting.
It wasn’t that Steve resented being the Carol Brady of their balky bunch, but watching Eddie taking over was so endearing. Like a mother whose children had all grown up, Steve missed being around little kids, even though he didn’t know his kids in question until they were well past this age. They still needed him, then, though, and now he was just a nice-to-have.
Holly needed him. In fact, she was obsessed with him. When he and Nancy were together, he only needed ten minutes with the smallest Wheeler before she trusted him completely, falling asleep on a very uncomfortable Steve at the time. Now, if he ran into Mrs. Wheeler in town or needed to drop by their house for something, which was happening less and less now, it took all of his strength not to ask if he could watch her for the night.
So he was enjoying playing parent for the night, sue him! Holly was adorable, and seeing Eddie so considerate of her played right into his fantasy. He was content to sit there and flick through the old magazine he borrowed from Eddie, but his head snapped up when he heard someone exclaim what sounded like a whimper of pain.
Naturally, his eyes went right to the head of the table, where he saw Holly scrunching up her face, her finger in the air like it had surprised her, and Eddie looking frozen. Mike had his character sheet in his hand, and it was clear by the angle of his arm that he snatched it away from his baby sister.
Before Steve could even stand up the screaming had started.
“Oh come on, Honey, it’s just a paper cut,” Eddie repositioned the girl so she was facing him and took her finger between his own. Her face was growing redder as she pushed her lungs to the absolute limit, making noises that Eddie thought were reserved for horror movies. Before he, or Mike, could do any additional damage Steve swooped in.
“Hi, Darling,” he said, getting to the scene of the crime in just a few steps.
“Hi,” Eddie breathed out. Steve smiled both at his assumption that Steve was talking to him and to soothe Holly.
They switched responsibilities easily, growing together quickly and effectively enough to no longer have to think about what they needed from one another, it was instinct at this point in their relationship. Eddie lifted Holly up so Steve could grab her more easily, and he happily did. Their roles reversed now as Eddie looked admirably upon Steve being so gracious and caring with Holly. He never thought the sight of someone taking care of an ankle-biter would melt his cold heart, but he also never thought that he would be dating Steve Harrington either.
It got to him because he knew how soothing Steve’s hands were when they were rubbing your back. He knew how his voice whispering in your ear could deescalate your feelings, no matter how big they were. He knew how being wrapped in his arms could make even the most difficult of problems seem like they were an easy hurdle to pass. Steve was magic, and being under his spell made you feel invincible.
Holly could feel the effects, too, evidently, as she quickly calmed down. One lap around the hallway and she bounced back into the room like nothing had ever happened. If Steve just so happened to lift her up again in time for her tiny, sparkly, sneaker to collide with her brother’s head than he did it so smoothly no accusation could be made
“All better, Princess?” Eddie asked, much more stiff now with her sharing his throne than he was before. She nodded, and the two of them looked up at Steve with the same sparkle in their eyes. He winked and both of their hearts fluttered, feeling incredibly lucky to have his attention.
“You’re such a baby,” Mike grumbled.
“I am so telling Nancy,” Eddie sighed, like he had no other choice. Steve laughed his embarrassing laugh that reminded his boyfriend he was just as weird as he was, but it just made him more charming.
“No!” Eddie’s ability to get underneath the skin of their younger adversaries put him on a pedestal high enough that even Steve couldn’t climb it.
They were perfect for each other.
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‘86, baby || E. Munson
♡a/n~. a fix it fic if you will. also i didn’t proof read this so possibly riddled w mistakes
you could feel tears coming to your eyes as you heard eddie’s name being called from the stage. maybe it’s silly that you were getting so worked up about your boyfriend’s graduation but after two years of waiting, it didn’t feel real that this was actually happening.
you saw him stand up from his seat on the other side of the stage, a big grin on his face and his waved to the clapping crowd. yes there were as many jeers as there were cheers but did that faze him in the slightest? no. not when he could see his friends and the love of his life in the crowd.
eddie climbed the stairs up to the stage, approaching principal higgins with a shit eating grin on his face. the principal begrudgingly handed his diploma over and shook his hand. eddie gripped the man’s hand tight in response before ripping it out of his grip and turned to the crowd, his hands up in the air as he yelled, ‘86, baby!! it’s finally my year!!’. the crowd erupted in a series of applause and laughter as eddie bounded down the other side of the stage to join the other graduates.
after the ceremony had finished, you raced out of your seats along with the rest of the ‘gang’ to congratulate eddie. he didn’t see you coming until you yelled, ‘EDDIE!!’ at the top of your lungs. you charged into him like a bull and brought the two of you down with the momentum. grabbing his face, you smothered him in kisses and praise as he melted beneath you. ‘i’m so proud of you, ed, so so proud of you!’ you whispered to him. you meant every word of what you said. it wasn’t just the case of eddie overcoming the regular old school system, but being thrust into the world of the upside down, a bald girl with superpowers, and strange meat covered men with an affinity for destroying the world , and getting back up (albeit with a few new scars) and continuing on to get his diploma.
‘can you stop squashing him now and let us congratulate him?’ dustin asked, evidently over this over the top pda he was witnessing before him.
‘can it kid. just because your girlfriend is hundred of miles away doesn’t mean you have to shit on any happy relationship you set your little eyes on’ eddie joked, although there was no malice behind it at all. he stood up, bringing you with him, and took dustin under him arm.
the juniors of the hellfire club all surrounded eddie with slight sadness, saying the hellfire won’t be the same without them. being the drama king he was, eddie made a mini speech about passing the torch to the younger generation and to not miss him too much when he was gone, and after making them all feel worse, he gathered them all into a big hug and said that he’d make time for them play together outside of school.
‘he isn’t the only one who graduated y’know’. robin said flatly as she and robin approaches the group. everyone let out small cheers and claps making the two girls smile bashfully. more hugs and congratulations were exchanged before everyone decided to split up before meeting again later in the evening for a celebratory after party; just their group. the wheelers along with will, jonathan, el, left with their parents. dustin made a move to go with you and eddie but steve just grabbed him by the scruff and hauled his ass over to his car with robin. as they got further away, you could hear dustin’s confused complaints get quieter and quieter before it was just you and eddie left alone in the schools parking lot.
‘where to handsome? wanna head home so you can get changed?’ you asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently combing your hands through the hair that rested there.
‘yeah, heading home sounds-’ he sighed dramatically, using his arms that were resting on your waist draw you in even closer so you were standing nose to nose, ‘-extremely tempting right now. but…not just because i want to get changed to got out. again.’ you grinned at his implication and nudged his nose with yours,
‘oh yeah? what ‘cha got in mind, big boy?’ you murmured. you two were unbearably close now, close enough that parents on the street would scoff and cover their children’s eyes as the passed.
‘wouldn’t you like to know, doll face. wouldn’t you like to know’ eddie laughed. he put an end to the teasing by meeting you in the middle for a kiss. you lips came together like waves colliding in the ocean, seamlessly.
you were so happy that you had eddie. so much could’ve gone wrong in only the past week or so but you both survived it, not without your fair share of permanent reminders, but it was ok, you had each other and all of your friends around you. whatever happened next, you reckoned you could handle it.
#stranger things#eddie munson x reader#gender neutral reader#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#fluff#one shot#reader insert#stranger things fic#fix it fic#alt ending#stranger things 4 spoiler#stranger things 4
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baby i’m yours e.m
Eddie munson x f!sinclair! reader
wc: 3.7k
warnings: reader is apart of hellfire, she DM’s with eddie, he doesn’t care what the little shits have to say, a little angst, eddie overthinking like he does, smoking, drug use, smut, overstimulation, squirting, praise kink (kinda), unprotected sex (be safe!)
a/n: black!reader gets eddie into michael jackson, argue with the fucking wall + enjoy the read <3
don’t steal, translate or, copy my work! reblogs are appreciated!
You sat at your designated lunch table, the hellfire club table. You poked the nasty school lunch with your fork, listening to whatever rant Eddie was on about. You only paid attention when he mentioned something about the meeting tonight.
“What do you mean Lucas can’t make it?” Eddie looked at Dustin and Mike, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. You already figured he wasn’t going to make it, you’re his sister after all but, you weren’t going to be the one to tell your over dramatic boyfriend that.
“Well, me and Mike asked him about it– he has the championship game going on, we thought we could postpone..” Dustin speaks slowly, eyes clenched shut, preparing for whatever the club members were going to spit at him.
You roll your eyes at the yelling that rises from your friends, slamming your hands on the table. “Okay idiots, shut up! Me and Eddie have been working on this campaign for literal months. We can’t postpone, so dumb and dumber, you have the job to find a sub.” The boys looked at each other before looking at you.
“That means go find one! Now, idiots!” You pointed towards the cafeteria door, sending them on their wild goose chase.
After they surprisingly won the sadistic campaign that you and Eddie drew up, the sub being your little sister Erica, you joined Eddie at his trailer to smoke a well earned joint.
“Nice job today sweetheart.” He smiled, licking the paper to seal the joint.
You sit up on your elbows, raising an eyebrow. “At lunch or the campaign?”
He shrugs, chuckling softly. “Both I guess, without you I wouldn’t have been able to even bring vecna back into the campaign, that idea was all yours.”
He passes you the lit joint, watching as you take the longest drag he’s ever seen you take, his deep brown eyes widen as you exhale without coughing. “Damn, wouldn’t have taken you as a person with sturdy lungs, princess.”
You smile, passing it back to him, shrugging your shoulders, almost mockingly. “I smoke as much as I can, the guy I pick up from has this boat house he lets me smoke at, if i’m deeply in need.”
Eddie stands up,clapping his hands dramatically, mouth wide open. He could be mad that you buy your weed from someone else, instead he’s happily surprised you both buy from the same guy.
“Reefer Rick! He’s my supplier! Small world angel, small fucking world.” He smiles down at you, kissing your cheek. He’s still unsure how he never knew that you bought your drugs from Rick instead of him, but he’s not mad.
In that moment he remembers why he’s madly in love with you. He loves hanging out with you after school and after Hellfire Club and he promised himself he wouldn’t fall so hard when you started hanging out. Yet, here he is watching you with hearts in his eyes as you ramble on about how you met Rick in the first place. You had the boy completely whipped for you and you knew it.
His daydreaming gets cut terribly short when you remind him you need to be home, he simply nods, grabbing his van keys and leading you out to his beloved car. You usually stay the night at his place but lately you’ve been rushing to go home after every smoke sesh. He’s a bit nervous as to why you never stay out long anymore but he shakes it off, keeping his eyes on the road.
He didn’t say much on the way to your house, Metallica playing extremely low for Eddie's taste, something he only does when you’re in the car because you can’t stand it when the music is blasting so loud you can’t hear your thoughts. He also doesn’t want to piss off your father by blasting that shit down your block.
He says goodbye and all when he drops you off but drives home very lost with his thoughts. He doesn’t want to assume that you’re getting sick of him, but with his brain going at one hundred miles an hour constantly, he can’t help but overthink.
His head is spinning so much that when he gets home, he actually throws up. After he brushes his teeth and strips to his boxers for bed, he glances at the walkie talkie you gave him in case he ‘misses you when you go’. God, he can hear it in your mocking tone, which makes him smile. But, he does actually miss you so he picks the device up and pulls the antenna up.
“The freak to the princess, do you copy?” When you don’t answer right away he goes to put it back on his nightstand, assuming you went to bed, but at the last second he hears your voice.
“The princess copies, sorry babe I was washing my face, what’s up?” Your voice was so soft and sweet, like, he could get a toothache from hearing it.
“Just wanted to talk to you, seems like you’ve been rushing to get home lately, is everything cool?” He sits back on his bed, back hitting the poster covered wall behind him, he bites his lip waiting for your answer.
You let out a sigh, sitting at your desk. “My dad’s on one of his warpaths, making sure I’m on track for graduation. He’s okay with us, that's not the problem, I just have to keep up on school you know?”
He laughs, “I failed twice, I do know princess. And what do you mean by ‘he's okay with us” He says with a slight attitude, like your dad approving of him would have anything to do with you being with him. You weren’t one to listen or follow rules and he knows that. He doesn’t mean to be short with you but his brain was making him think you didn’t want to be with him anymore.
“Oh! He’s okay with us dating and such. He was happy to hear that you’re a good boyfriend, well after Lucas convinced him you weren’t ‘worshiping the devil’ or something like that.” You laughed, and he smiled for a second at the sweet sound, but then he remembers you totally blowing him off lately and his smile falters. If you listened just close enough you could hear his heart shatter, just a little though. He kept his cool though, not wanting to worry you or start a fight.
“Well, sweetheart, don’t want you to get in trouble for talking to me all night, get some sleep, love you.” He mumbles, waiting for you to say it back to him before turning the walkie off. He doesn’t even fall asleep right away, he just stares off into space.
The next few weeks were worse than awkward, you would try to plan the next campaign with him and he’d act distant or irritated. He was never like that with you, he had an especially soft spot for you so, you were lost. You desperately needed to know what stick was shoved up your boyfriends ass recently because everytime the other members would ask about the new campaign you couldn’t give them any answers because of the lack of work you’ve actually been doing. Plus, it was making you pissed off that he was acting like this.
You sat at the abandoned table in the woods with him, trying to figure out his plans for this campaign but he had his walkman on and up all the way. You resorted to ripping his headphones right off, which the long haired boy didn’t react well to.
“What the fuck?! I was listening to that!” His voice was full of venom, something that you never hear from him, you flinched when he reacted the way he did because he’d never yell, not at you. He didn’t want to be rude, not to you, but he’s fully convinced that you’ve been purposely ditching him which makes him unreasonably pissed off.
“Okay, Munson. What the hell is your problem? These last few weeks you’ve been acting like I kicked your puppy.” You stood, arms almost flailing with your rant. “What’s your problem? And what the fuck did I do to deserve the shitty attitude lately?”
He sighs, looking at you. “It’s not that I’m trying to be a dick, it’s not that.”
You furrow your brows, “Then what the hell is your issue? These past few weeks you’ve been incredibly short with me. If I did nothing, what’s up?”
“You’ve been blowing me off and I feel like you’re sick of me.” He sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. When the words leave his lips he now confirms how dramatic he’s being.
You nod, sitting back down, a little confused. “What? Eds, baby, I’m not sick of you. My dad just wants to make sure I’m not out every night. I promise.” You say, taking his hand into yours, your eyes telling him that you’re being genuine.
He kisses your hand softly, pulling away for a second, “Okay princess I believe you.” He smiles, going back to kissing your hand.
You giggle, pulling your hand away. “Okay can we please finish the next campaign? Mike is riding my ass about it and I may punch him if he asks about it again.”
“Yeah let’s get started, sweetheart.” He grabs his notebook and starts jotting down any ideas you give him.
After you spend about two weeks finishing the campaign, you’ve been so busy with homework that you haven’t had time to go see Eddie, which pains you a little bit. You sit on your bed, fiddling with the walkie wondering if you should try to reach him. You decide against it, putting it down and going back to the homework from today that you’ve barely touched since you got home.
After you finally finish all of your work your dad stops at your open door, knocking to get your attention. “Me and your mother are going out, watch over Erica for us? Lucas is at Mikes.”
You nod, smiling, “Of course dad, have a good time.” Once you hear them leave, you check on your sister, who’s doing just fine before going back to your room, you hear your walkie make some noise so you pick it up and pull the antenna out. You assumed it was your brother trying to reach you since he’s been calling you nonstop on the landline.
“Jesus, what do you need now?” You scoff and hear a dramatic gasp that did not belong to your brother.
“Oh sweetheart, you wound me.” You can see the shit eating grin on Eddie's face, you know him too well.
You chuckle softly as you roll onto your stomach, “Sorry Eds, thought you were Lucas, he’s being a little shit tonight.”
“Ah got it, I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” He asks with a hopeful twinge to his voice.
You pout glancing at Erica's room before answering him, “Sorry I’m on Erica duty tonight, Lucas and my parents are out. Did you need somethin’ baby?”
“Oh just your pretty face and about two joints. Haven't met up since Hellfire, so I’ve been missing you a little.” You hear him start his van, probably to get beer or something.
“I’ve been missing you too, but I can't leave Erica and I still have a shit ton of homework to finish.” You whine, sitting up, starting to pace around your room.
“Oh honey,” He sighs, “Lady applejack can handle herself for a few hours, can’t she?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice as he sits in his van.
You bite your lip, walking to Erica's room pushing the door fully open. “Hey Erica, will you be good here alone for a few hours?” You forget that your finger is still on the button, which makes Eddie able to hear everything.
You anxiously await your sister's answer, watching her turn to look at you. “I’ll be okay alone for fifty dollars.” She holds her hand out, waiting patiently.
“Fifty dollars? Are you fucking serious, how about thirty?” You negotiate, giving her the stern look your mom would’ve given her.
She thinks for a moment, tapping her fingers on her leg, “Fine, if mom and dad come home and I have to cover for your ass it goes up to fifty. Got it?” You smile, fishing the money from your pocket and handing it to her.
“You got it, I’ll take you and Tina to the movies and dinner next week, extra for your kind actions.” You smile, closing her door a little, walking back to your room. You sit on your bed putting the walkie up to your mouth again.
“I’m in the clear Eds, you can come get me.” Your grin hasn’t left your lips as you pull on a hoodie and some different shorts.
“Oh I heard you angel, you paid an eleven year old thirty bucks to hang out with little old me?” He laughs, almost mocking you.
“Shut up Munson. Are you almost here? I somehow miss that stupidly handsome face for yours.” You retort, walking down to the living room to wait for him.
“Oh sweetheart, you know you miss me more than you let on. By the way, I’m already on your block, you were coming with me no matter what Erica said.” He turns the walkie off as he pulls up to your house, you do the same with yours, practically running outside and hopping in his van.
When you get in you don’t hear the same ‘Metallica’ or ‘Ozzy’ that’s usually playing. Instead you hear Micheal Jackson's, Pretty Young Thing playing softly, you totally forgot your cassette in his van when you left your Walkman a few weeks back.
You smile softly looking at him. “You’re playing my tape?” You grab his hand that’s not on the steering wheel, kissing his knuckles.
“Um I- yeah, we always listen to my music, so I wanted to switch it up I guess. Plus, Michael’s growin’ on me. How does this one go, honey?” He starts, looking over at you before turning the volume up and singing along terribly, “I want to love you, pretty young thing, you need some lovin’!”
“T.L.C,” You chime in with him, “Tender love and care!”
“And I’ll take you there, girl, ooh!” You finish together when he pulls up to lovers lake, turning the volume down.
You laugh, looking into his soft brown eyes as his lips curl up into a smile. “Munson, I never played this one for you, you learned this on your own? For me?” You ask as his hand cups your cheek.
“It’s pretty catchy, sweetheart. Anything you like, I will most likely love. I’ll love it because you do.” He chuckles, kissing your lips for a second, when he tries pulling away you pull him back into a deeper kiss.
“I’ve been so busy lately, I need you Eds.” You aren’t even sure what you mean necessarily, but he does.
“Climb in the back, pretty.” He motions to the back of his van that you decorated with carpet, lights and a few posters. You climb to the back, way more effortlessly than you did the first few dates you had in the back of the van. He follows, laying beside you, running his hand up your thigh. He notices your thigh quiver as his calloused fingers feather up your thigh.
“Tell me what you want me to do, angel. How can I help?” He whispers in your ear, kissing the skin under it softly.
You want to speak, you know what you want to say but all that comes out is a quiet whimper, to which Eddie shakes his head at. “I said tell me, did I not? Use your words, sweetheart.”
You look up at him when he pulls his face away from your neck, you bite your lip before meeting his request for you to vocalize his needs. “I want– I need you to touch me, please?”
He runs his fingers over your cunt which is covered by a pair of very annoying shorts and panties in his opinion, “So polite, how could I ever resist?” He smirks before taking your shorts and panties down in one go. He gently spreads your legs running his thumb over your clit, making your whole body shudder. He teasingly slips the tip of his fingers in your entrance.
“So wet and I’ve barely touched you, missed me that bad, princess?” He chuckles, finally slipping his fingers all the way in, curling in a delicious way that makes your back arch in delight.
“Fuck Eds– please don’t stop.” You moan out needily, moving your hips to meet his fingers. He continues to tease your clit with his thumb, admiring how cute you look under him. He also admires how you clench around his fingers when he thrusts his fingers at his cruel pace.
He lifts your chin up to look at him with his free hand. “Oh angel,” he starts with a smile completely opposite to how his fingers moved, “I wasn’t planning on it.”
You whimper out incoherent words, already feeling fucked out. Eddie was the only person that made you feel this good. He made your body shake with every orgasm he rips from your body.
“Eddie please–I’m cumming– fuck!” You nearly shouted as you came around his ring clad fingers, he pulled them out with a smile, putting them to your lips. “Taste yourself baby, c’mon.” He urged, watching you intently as you sucked on his fingers, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Mmm,” You whine in delight after tasting yourself, he takes his fingers out of your mouth, fishing in his pocket for a condom. He sighs when he realizes he didn’t have one, looking at you. “M’sorry princess, I forgot to bring one.”
You sit up a little, looking into his eyes with that look that makes him do almost anything you request. “Cum inside me Eds. I’m on birth control. Please, haven’t felt you inside in ages.”
He groans, fumbling with his belt, eventually getting it off along with his jeans. “Sweetheart, when you ask like that, how could I ever say no?” He smiles, ridding of his boxers and trademark hellfire shirt. He rubs his tip along your entrance, smiling at how needy you sound for him.
“Eddie please, want it so bad, been touchin’ myself thinking about it, please.” You beg and fuck he can’t deny you when you let him in on what you’ve been doing when you can’t see him. He slides his cock in, earning a gasp from you, something Eddie never gets tired of when he fucks you. He grips your hips hard enough to leave marks from his rings.
He starts off slow and hard, groaning softly. He can’t help but get lost in the sound of your moans every time he thrusts into you. You almost blush at the pornographic sound of your cunt everytime he moves.
“Fuck, sweetheart, such a pretty pussy all wet f’me hm?” He groans as he leans down to kiss your neck.
“Mhm, only for you Eds, all yours…” You breathe out as he speeds up, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder so he’s fucking you much deeper than before.
“Feel how deep I am baby? Tell me how good I’m fucking you baby…” He moans out, sucking multiple marks onto your neck.
“So– fuck– so good baby, fuckin’ me so good.” You pull on his hair, whimpering out nonsense about how close you were, and with that mouth of yours, he was too.
He’s fucking into you so fast that his van is rocking, he groans, playfully biting your calf. “C’mon baby, cum f’me, wanna see you cum on my cock angel.” He insists, your body spasms and your back arches as you gush around him, leaving his stomach and your thighs wet with your release.
“Holy fucking shit baby– fuck i’m cumming.” He doesn’t have time to process what just happened before he’s spilling into you with a deep groan. Once you both come down from your euphoric highs, he carefully pulls out, using an extra hellfire shirt to wipe you both off. He helps you get dressed after he does, kissing your shoulders.
“Did so good, angel. You alright?” He asks, cupping your cheeks in his hands.
You nod, looking up at him. “Mhm, I'm okay, that was really…good.” You giggle, kissing him quickly.
“Didn’t know my dick was good enough to make you cum like that though, sweetheart.” He smiles, opening the door to his van and lighting a cigarette.
You climb out so your standing in between his legs, rolling your eyes at how blunt and cocky he was. “Oh shut up, Munson.”
“Only if you kiss me, then yes, I will be quiet as a mouse.” He smiles at you as you lean in and kiss him softly. The sweet moment was cut off by your little sister yelling on the walkie.
“You are in deep shit! I covered for you so well, I want one hundred bucks or I’m telling dad everything!” As you hear your sister shout at you, your eyes widen.
“Shit, I forgot about Erica.” You sigh as Eddie laughs softly.
You arrive home shortly after Erica's outburst, walking in your house. You saw your parents in the kitchen smiling at you.
“Was Lucas okay? Erica said you had to go over there.” Your mom spoke softly, you were very conflicted at Erica’s lie, but didn’t blow your cover.
“Yeah they needed some snacks, It took awhile because the only store open this late was a town over, I brought my walkie so Erica could reach me if she needed me.” You smile, saying goodnight to your parents before walking to your room, shutting your door softly.
You lay on your stomach calling Eddie on the channel he reserved for you. “Edward Munson. You better fucking copy.”
“The princess beckons?” He asks, toying with his hair.
“Erica's cover worked, but my dad totally caught the hickeys you left.” You whisper yell, you wanted to tell him off in person, but this couldn’t wait.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry baby, but I’m really not.” He chuckles, waiting for your response.
“You’re so lucky I love you Eddie.” You seethe over the walkie, rolling your eyes.
“Yes, yes I am.”
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eddie munson ; (college) cheerleader reader headcanons
genre : fluff
pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader
disclaimer : none
author's note : request i received from wattpad! when i was 6-11 years old i always wrote college as colledge.. AND NOBODY TOLD ME UNTIL I HAD TO FIND OUT MYSELF.
⋆ eddie was right by your side when you got accepted to your college cheering program. he was so proud and happy for you, peppering your entire face with kisses and lifting you up in his arms and spinning you around (this man is so dramatic 😭).
⋆ he'd drive you (not like he isn't already driving you to anywhere you want to go) to your cheer pratices and sports games. even though eddie never understood or even liked any sports one bit, he'll come but only watch and support you (we love a supportive boyfriend 💟).
⋆ he would be those obnoxious people in the stands, wolf whistling and shouting lots of "WHOOP WHOOP!" also would be shouting at loud for everyone and their mama to hear, "THAT'S MY GIRL (BOYFRIEND, S/O)!" when you successfully do a flip.
⋆ he'd be that type to wear your college colors on his face like those face paint strokes (even though he doesn't even attend your college as you 😭). he'd also be the type to obnoxiously clap like, he'll be raising his hands up above his head while pacing back and forth. this man would literally do anything to hype you up.
⋆ when you both are in the confines of you or eddie's bedroom, he will literally watch in awe while you do your warmups and stretches. he's mesmerized how flexible your body is and how you can perfectly top that sudden spin with ease. he thinks it's fucking badass.
⋆ he'd totally hype you during your solo pratices by being a fake annoucer, declaring to you and your stuffed animals in the room on your form. "and there goes y/n l/n, doing their signature, perfected something-that-i-have-no-idea-what-it-is-but-god,is-my-lover-sexy!" he'd be also using your pom poms, doing a flamingo stand with his leg and pretending to be your own cheerleader. "you know, these pom poms actually look good on me."
⋆ eddie bought you this really big water bottle, figuring that you'd probably need it since you'll be dehydrated while doing your stunts. he also bought you a big pack of pink, sparkly stickers in which you can litter your water bottle with. if you drank all of the water from your bottle, he'll be rushing to refill it with fresh, cold water.
⋆ he doesn't know much about cheerleading or sports but he knows you love it and seem to be having fun, which is what he wants most from you! in short, eddie will be your number one supporter no matter.
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Your late night snack run goes awry when Eddie forgets his keys inside.
"Eddieeee," you whined. "What-ieeee?" He whined back at you, a smirk scrunching his cheeks. You giggled and set the bowl you'd been smoking down before dramatically collapsing in his lap on the couch. "I want chips, and sour candy, and an energy drink… Ooh and ice cream!" He snorted at you, his lanky arms wrapping around your shoulders to hold you in place. "Someone's got the munchies." He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, making you giggle once more. "Yeahhh, can we go to Circle K and get snacks?" His head fell back against the couch and he gave an exaggerated groan, but regardless he still scooped you up and helped you to your feet. "Anything for you princess." You clapped in celebration and scampered off to throw on your sneakers. He watched you, amused from his spot on the couch.
You slipped your feet into your shoes before pulling one of his large black hoodies over your tank top and shorts. Holding your arms out to show him you called him from the couch. "Ready!" He took one more hit from the bowl before getting to his own feet. He grabbed his shirt off the back of the couch and threw it on to meet you at the door. You dashed down the steps to the van, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited. Eddie smiled fondly, shaking his head. He would not be letting you get any energy drinks tonight. "Don't forget your keys!" You called out to him. Right. He leaned back to snatch a set of keys off the counter before locking the door and stepping out.
He met you at the van and kissed the top of your head before going to unlock your door. Only… "Fuck!" "What?" He looked at the set of keys in his hand with a frown. "These aren't mine." "What!?" You dashed back over to the trailer and tried the door. "Oh no." Eddie smacked a hand over his face, slowly dragging his palm downwards. This was just perfect. He felt so stupid right now. "Fuck babe I'm so sorry." He pocketed the set of keys and came to join you on the stoop. "No it's okay." You turned to him and squeezed his cheeks between your palms, smushing away his sad little frown. "I bet I can squeeze through the window if you can boost me." His eyes darted to the nearest window and he nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
You were sat up on Eddie's shoulders, using a scrap of metal you'd found on the ground to try and pry open the living room window. It groaned with the effort before finally popping up. "Yes!" You dropped the scrap, careful not to hit Eddie as you did, and tried to push the window open further. But it refuses to part much more, leaving a pretty small gap. "I dunno babe. I can't get it open any more and I'm not sure I can fit." You felt him squeeze your calf anxiously. You were both way too fucking stoned for this. "Wayne won't be home for hours… Think you can just try, princess?" You bit your lip, still wary, but nodded anyway. "Yeah, yeah I can try."
You easily fit your arms and head inside, your chest was just a bit of a squeeze, but as soon as you hit your hips. "Uhhhh, babe?" "What's up?" Came Eddie's muffled response. "I'm stuck!" You wriggled around trying to move in either direction. But yeah. You were completely stuck. "Oh my God! Are you serious!?" Eddie was still holding your legs on the other side of the window, completely panicking now. This was all his fault. He grabbed the wrong keys, he made you try to fit when you said you weren't sure, and now you were stuck. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I'm so sorry! Fuck!" You ran your hands down your face. You really couldn't have your boyfriend freaking out right now. "Babe calm down! I'm okay! We just need to pry the window open a bit more!" You called out to him. He took a few deep breaths. "Okay! Hold on tight!"
After a moment Eddie released your legs, leaving you literally hanging. His head whipped around in a frenzy until he spotted a stray milk crate over by the Mayfeild's trailer. "Be right back!" You heard him dash off. To where you didn't know. Your fingers tapped idly on the wall below the window and you let your head hang, feeling all of the blood rushing to it. "This sucks," you mumbled to yourself. You heard movement behind you and jumped. "Just me, baby." Eddie's voice sounded closer now and you realized he must have gotten something to help him reach. "Now let's see..." You turned your head over your shoulder and sure enough you could see him just on the other side of the window.
His fingers curled under the bottom of the pane and you watched him yank harshly up, it relented only a little at first but he kept yanking and yanking. After a few more hard tugs the window flew open and you went tumbling, thankfully inside and not out. Though you did land square on your head in a groaning heap. "Shit!" Eddie was through the window and at your side in a moment. He pulled you into his lap, rubbing and kissing your head. "I'm so fucking sorry. Are you okay?" You couldn't help but laugh at yourself, thoroughly embarrassed by the whole situation. "Ugh, yeah I'm good. Thanks for getting me unstuck." He gave you a wry grin. "The least I could do after getting you stuck." He helped you up to your feet and you both brushed yourselves off.
"Well now that that's taken care of." You watched as Eddie pulled your keys out of his pocket and went to toss them on the counter before grabbing his own. "Let's go get snacks!" He turned back to you and waved his own set of keys around but was surprised to see you looked kinda… Mad. "What?" "Eddie, did you have my keys the whole time?" His eyes darted between you and the set he'd just thrown on the table. "Um, yeah I grabbed them by accident." You took a deep breath and raked your nails through your hair, agitated. "My keys, Eddie. You had my keys." He looked like a deer in headlights, his big brown eyes still darting between you and the counter. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to grab them." He didn't know you were so territorial about keys. "Eddie!" You stormed over to the counter and grabbed your keys, pulling up the one he'd given you to his trailer 6 months ago and showing it to him.
Realization dawned on his face and he tinted bright red. "I am such an idiot." He scooped you up off your feet and brought you over to the couch. "Princess, I'm so so sorry," he apologized for the thousandth time. He set you down on the couch and got on his knees to start untying your shoes. "You just stay here okay? I'm gonna go to the store and buy you like every snack. Every one I see." He littered your scraped knees with kisses as he shucked your sneakers off. "You just wait right here and relax." You felt your annoyance completely melt away under his attention. He was too sweet to be upset with. You grabbed his biceps and pulled him up to meet your lips in a soft kiss. "This is a very important quest, my knight. Are you sure you want to go alone." He beamed at you, eyes twinkling in the way you loved. He shot up straight as an arrow and put a hand over his heart. "I must, princess. My honor hinges on it. I shall return before the owl beckons thrice!" He pressed one more kiss to your lips before dashing out the door, leaving you giggling like an idiot.
He was gone only a moment before you heard a shy knock at the door. You stood and grabbed Eddie's keys off the floor by your feet where he'd dropped them and met him at the door with a smile. Eddie Munson was a dork. But damn it he was your dork.
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this might be a rlly shitty prompt, but how about elaborating on the ed/die not postponing d&d thing? like, the pollen count is really high and he's still hosting his meeting even though he can barely talk through his sneezes and steve's there to take him home?? idk but i'd love to see this if you don't mind 💕💕💕
thank you sm for the request - it’s absolutely not shitty i love it!!! apologies for any incorrect/inconsistent d&d terminology, ive never played before and had to just google some monster names and stuff ahah- big thanks to everyone who gave me info & advice though, it really helped me and gave me somewhere to start!
“That’s a miss!” Eddie shouts energetically, a wide grin stretched across his face, “Seven points of damage!”
A groan spreads throughout the party, and they waste no time in plotting what move to make with them all on such low health. After a minute or so, Mike decides to roll for damage since he has a few more HP than everybody else.
The room is silent as Mike tosses the die. It clatters across the table, seven pairs of eyes trained on it.
“Over twelve for a hit,” murmurs Eddie, swiping a hand briefly under his nose,
It slows down… stops.
Fourteen.
Cheers, clapping, and uproarious laughter fill the room. Steve, who is across the room, leaning against the doorframe, catches Eddie’s eye. He smiles and raises an eyebrow at Eddie, who grins back. Steve never really ‘got’ the whole Dungeons & Dragons thing, but that didn’t stop him from spectating the occasional session just to see his boyfriend in his element. Eddie turns back to his game.
“The Thessalhydra has been slain!” he shouts, only amplifying the group’s excitement. High-fives are exchanged across the room as Eddie prepares to proceed with the campaign.
Steve, still watching Eddie from across the room, stands up a little straighter as he notices the darker-haired boy’s brow furrow. After a few moments, his shoulders raise briefly as he ducks into a fist soundlessly, clearly making use of the group’s distraction so as not to draw attention to himself. Steve’s own brow furrows now, this time due to concern. He decides not to say anything for now, however, and instead opts to pay closer attention to Eddie as the game goes on.
Their campaign continues as normal for a while longer, the usual dice thrown, enemies slain, and party as boisterous as ever. Steve momentarily forgets about keeping his eye on Eddie until the same happens again - three sneezes stifled silently into his fist. Steve takes this as an opportunity to move closer to the table, under the excuse that he "wanted to get a better look at the game." Eddie knows this is a lie - Steve has never shown much interest in D&D.
It's only once he's pulled up a chair and sat next to Eddie that he realises just how bad he looks - nose rimmed red, eyes glassy with tears, every sentence punctuated by a pitiful sniffle. Steve's about to say something until Eddie begins hitching again.
"ihH'kNXGt! hnNGXT! F-fuck, I'm…huhHh-!?"
After two haphazardly stifled sneezes, the third seems to elude him, until -
"...uhh'hHISHHiew!"
He's caught off guard by the final explosion, just barely managing to loosely lift an arm to his face, and earning a chorus of "bless yous" from around the room. A mist of spray lingers and falls in the air around him.
Leaning in closer to him, Steve puts a comforting hand on Eddie's thigh.
"You okay?" he says softly.
Eddie scrunches his nose before replying.
"Y-yeah… 'm fine. Got.. hhuh… got half an hour left of this campaign. I'll be… I'll be fine."
Steve looks skeptical but chooses not to press the matter. Another thirty minutes can't hurt, right? DND is Eddie's favourite thing too, he wouldn't miss it for the world…
Eddie gets right back into the swing of the game, albeit sounding a little tired and congested.
"You enter the cave, lit dimly by torches along the walls…" He pauses, sliding a knuckle briefly under his pink-hued nose, before continuing his dramatic description, "...when you… you… hh-hHEhh-! Fuckihhn..-"
A hand hovers instinctively near Eddie's face as he attempts to continue talking through the impending need to sneeze.
"Y-you begin to… to hearhH'isZSCHIEW! Shit- huh'uHSHHiew! ah'kKSHIEW!"
The room observes this spectacle awkwardly, while Steve looks at Eddie, exasperated.
"Eddie. Eddie."
Eddie manages to look up at Steve, eyes brimming with irritated tears, and presses his lips into a sheepish smirk.
"I'm taking you home. Now."
That wipes the smirk right off Eddie's face.
"No, wait, there's - it's not-" he begins.
"I think your party can live without twenty minutes of a game. Didn't look like you were going to get anywhere with it either way," replies Steve, taking Eddie by the arm, prepared to drag him from his 'throne' if he has to. The group protest quietly amongst one another but no outward objections are made. Steve takes this as a sign to walk Eddie right out of the door.
#okay hi everyone apologies if that was bad especially the ending#i haven't written in a while so i hope i did okay :')#feel free to send more reqs in my inbox!! i wanna practise writing more again#snz#snzblr#snz kink#snz blog#snzario#stran/ger thi/ngs#snzfic
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Suitcase of Memories
Chapter 3 of @legitcookie and I's bigbang just dropped! Have a sneak peak 💜
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Chapter 3: Can you promise me forever?
“If you grip that steering wheel any harder it’ll break,” Dustin’s voice pulls him from his thoughts. There’s a pause, and he spots a slow grin spreading across Dustin’s face, “Hold on. Are you nervous about me meeting your boyfriend?”
He loves Dustin, he really does, but that doesn’t mean he wants to discuss Eddie with him.
“No, no, no, nope,” Steve says, slicing his hand through the air, “We’re not talking about that. Shut it.”
“Aw, you want me to like him that much, huh?”
Steve’s never been happier for the sight of a run down building. “Look at that, here already. Damn,” he says, not sounding sorry about ending their little talk in the slightest.
Eddie's apartment building looks less well-kept than Steve's, which is not surprising for this part of town. It's not even that far from Steve's, still in the same neighborhood even, but in big cities like Chicago, a few blocks can make a world of difference. It's not a dangerous area per se, but Steve wouldn't want Dustin wandering these streets alone at night either. Preferably Eddie wouldn't either, but Steve knows it's not his place to have any say in that.
Steve catches Dustin's doubtful look at the building, his frown deepening as they reach the front door only to find it wide open. "Maybe Eddie left it open because he knew we were coming," Steve tries to reassure Dustin as much as himself. It doesn't look safe. Dustin just hums, the sound as doubtful as his face.
Steve scans the bell plates for Munson and finds Eddie's apartment on the fifth floor. When they step inside, they see that the elevator is broken, so they have to take the stairs. Dustin doesn't say anything, which Steve appreciates. He knows this is not the best first impression, but he trusts Dustin not to judge Eddie by his apartment building.
When they get to the door with the number 519 on it, Dustin knocks loud and obnoxiously. On their seemingly endless way up, Steve went through every worst case scenario he could think of. Again. He knows it’s kind of silly and most of these scenarios are way too dramatic but knowing all this doesn’t help the way his stomach is in tight knots when they reach the fifth floor.
Almost as if he had waited for them just behind said door, Eddie is quick to open it with a flourish, his voice excited as he exclaims, “Hey! Welcome to casa de Munson. Please keep all arms and legs inside the apartment at all times.”
He's laying on the charm thick. He must be more nervous than he lets on. It's this thought that makes Steve step forward into Eddie's space, his hand going to Eddie's waist and giving him a quick peck on the lips in greeting and reassurance. When he pulls back, he catches a hint of surprise on Eddie's face at the gesture, but he quickly recovers and flashes them both a wide, pleased grin. He claps his hands and rubs them together before turning his attention back to Dustin.
Steve recognizes the look on Dustin's face as he musters Eddie and then EddieandSteve. He's all business, eyes squinting, taking it all in and judging what he sees in his mind. Steve is pretty sure he's already starting a mental tally of whether Eddie is good enough for Steve or not. It's almost funny because there is no doubt in Steve's mind about that.
Steve has wondered a few times when he would get to know Eddie's friends for more than a passing acquaintance at their shows, or his best friend and roommate when they stopped by the Bean Scene one day. Now he's glad he didn't, because the thought of someone who's known Eddie as long as Dustin knows Steve judging him is terrifying.
Eddie must have noticed what Dustin is doing as well, because he mirrors Dustin's stance, crosses his arms and levels the boy with the same look, albeit with a theatrical flair.
“So. I hear you like DnD,” Eddie says matter of fact despite the grin still tugging at his lips.
“You hear correctly.”
“I enjoy a good campaign as well.”
Dustin rolls his eyes. “Uh, yeah, so I’ve heard. You DM, right?”
“Yep,” Eddie confirms, grin still in place. “I can show you some of the figurines I used in the last one, and some custom dice I just got in.”
Dustin’s eyes widen in excitement before he schools his expression back to it’s former flat expression, aiming to look unimpressed. He shrugs, his voice almost bored as he says, “That’d be cool, I guess. Since we’re here anyway.”
Eddie hums and his eyes flick down to Dustin’s shirt. “Weird Al. Nice.”
“Thanks. I got it on his last tour.”
“I bet the moshpit at one of his concerts is insane,” Eddie jokes, lips quirking up slightly, twinkle of mischief in his eye. Steve can see the switch in Dustin’s brain flip; he knows it’s gone from dislike to like instantly.
“Oh yeah, especially when he started playing The Saga Begins. Every man for himself instantaneously.”
Eddie cackles at that and Dustin grins back at him, visibly proud of himself.
Ice broken, Eddie bends into a bow and stretches his arms to the door, stepping back to let them both inside. Dustin smiles widely at Steve and enters. Once he’s inside, Eddie looks back up at Steve and wiggles his eyebrows, obviously proud of himself for getting Dustin to crack already. Steve can’t help but smile at Eddie’s antics, charmed as always by the easy way he carries himself.
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Mikey laughed as Chifuyu finished telling the story of Baji almost killing them both on the ride over here.
“Honestly, it’s like you’re trying to kill me. Do I mean so little to you?” Chifuyu sarcastically asked with a dramatic expression.
The look made Baji flinch, but it was so fast almost no one caught it. Keyword ‘almost’.
“Oh stop being so dramatic, Fuyu. We got here without any harm, didn’t we?”
“YOU CAUSED AN ACCIDENT!!” Chifuyu yelled, causing Baji to groan in annoyance.
Before they could continue to argue, Draken spoke out,
“Okay, quit it! Chifuyu, you knew what you were getting into when getting in the car with him-- and Keisuke learn how to fucking drive and not crash into something. Maybe then Chifuyu wouldn’t have a reason to complain so much.”
The two both quite downed, but Baji still threw a few cuss words at Draken under his breath. Chifuyu sighed, getting up from his seat mumbling about going to find Hakkai and left.
Mikey snickered next to Baji.
“Something funny?” The guy growled. The blonde lazily shook his head and raised his hands in surrender.
“Dude just do something at this point,” Baji raised a brow at Mikey’s words. “The sexual tension is worse than those two.” Mikey nodded towards his sister and Draken. The couple were sitting next to each other, Draken with his arm around Emma, and Emma playing with his hand.
The two onlookers cringed at their skinship. Draken glared at Mikey.
“What’re you talking ‘bout?”
“Oh Kenchin, don’t you remember before Em’s and you started dating? You two were so gross and embarrassing, remember Eddy.” Emma giggled while Draken coughed.
“But you, Eddy, are just a different breed.” Mikey leaned closer to Baji, who in return, pushed his face away.
“What’d you mean?” Baji sweated.
Emma chimed in this time. “C’mon Baji, it’s obvious you like Chifuyu. Well obvious to anyone else But Chifuyu.”
Baji felt his face grow hot. It was true, he’s been harboring feelings towards the blonde, but those feelings had to be pushed aside because Chifuyu never saw Baji in that way. How does he know that? Well, that’s because Chifuyu was currently dating Kazutora. If he really had feelings for Baji, then he would have turned down Kazutora’s offer…
“Well-”
“Well nothing. Ya know what? You just need to get laid to release that tension.” Mikey said, draping an arm around Baji.
Baji protested, “I can’t just ask Chifuyu to fuck, dumbass.”
Said blonde scoffed playfully, “That’s rich calling me a dumbass, coming from you.” Baji let out an annoyed “Huh?”, Mikey continued, “But, who the fuck said I was saying to asked Chifuyu. Damn ya That whipped for him?”
Baji wanted to punch the smirk Mikey was giving him.
Draken spoke out again, before they could start landing any hits.
“Mikey, he’s not a whore like yourself,” Mikey gasped dramatically, “but he has a point, Keisuke. Do something about your feelings, or get laid.” Emma blinked before turning her head to her boyfriend.
“Oh is that what you would have done if I, me bitch, didn’t make the first move.” Emma pouted.
Draken snapped to her, “What’cha going on about? I was the one who asked you out because you were doing the most just to get my attention.”
“I was not!” The couple continue to argue, forgetting about the other two spectators across from them.
Mikey clapped a hand on Baji, “Let’s go, once they start fighting it just gets worse, or they start sucking each other’s face and I just know, I don’t want to be here for the latter.”
Baji nodded, getting up with Mikey, and sneaking away without the two noticing.
#baji keisuke#baji x chifuyu#bajichifyuyukazutora#hinatakemikey#draken#mikey sano#mitsuya takashi#polyamarous#takemichi hanagaki#takemikey#tokyorevtweets#tokyorevedit#tokyo manji gang#tokrev#tokyo revengers
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another alternate ending for 911 fox/lone star crossover because... *spoilers*
“Makin’ friends, huh?” Eddie leers at TK’s retreating back and then turns his gaze towards Buck, who lets out a flustered huff.
“It’s not like that.” he insists.
Hen rounds the corner then and tilts her head curiously. “Not like what? What’s going on?” she looks at Eddie. “We teasing Buck again?” she jokes.
Eddie smirks cheekily. “I walked in on the end of a conversation between that firefighter from the 126 giving Buck the ‘I’ve got a boyfriend’ line.”
Hen chuckles. “Oof, ouch Buck. The sting of rejection.” she puts a hand up to her heart dramatically, making Eddie laugh.
Buck rolls his eyes, “He misunderstood--I wasn’t flirting or anything, I was just being nice.”
“Good,” Hen claps him on the shoulder, “Cause he’s got a boyfriend, Buckaroo.”
Eddie bumps their shoulders together good naturedly as he passes him to jump up on the rig and then offers him a hand up when it’s his turn. “Thanks.” Buck mutters, once he’s inside, already strapping himself into his seat while Hen starts the engine.
El Paso isn’t too far from where they are, currently. As excited as Eddie is to see his parents and get a nice good meal in him after the long past couple of days he’s had, a little of that excitement tapers off when he notices how quiet Buck is, on their way there.
“Hey,” Eddie taps him on the knee lightly, startling the younger man from whatever thoughts he’s been entranced with for the past few minutes.
Buck looks up at him.
“You ok?”
Buck starts to say he’s fine but somewhere in the back of his head he can hear Dr. Copeland telling him there’s no reason to hide, no reason not to let out what he’s feeling, especially in the moment. “I don’t...know?” he shrugs.
Eddie blinks, surprised by the answer, and leans forward. “What’s wrong? Did you get hurt?” he’s already reaching for Buck, to check for anything he might’ve missed before, but Buck holds up his hands in front of him and backs away an inch.
“No, no, I’m ok,” he insists, “It’s not anything like that. It’s just...about TK, and uh, what he said?”
Eddie frowns, “Buck, you know we were just kidding, right? I didn’t mean to upset you if--”
Buck shakes his head and blurts out, “I’m bi.” and then snaps his mouth shut like a bear trap.
“What. I--” Eddie pauses, “Shit, Buck, I’m sorry, I didn’t know--”
“It’s not a big deal,” Buck plows on, not looking directly at Eddie. “I’m just tired of hiding it, that’s all. And, I mean, you’re my best friend, so I just thought you should know. This um, this doesn’t have to change anything, right? It just felt weird not telling anyone, like it was some big shameful secret or something.”
“No, yeah, no, of course it doesn’t change anything, no.” Eddie assures him clumsily. “Buck, I’m--thank you, I’m glad you could confide in me.” He wants to ask why now, what brought on the sudden confession? Hell, he wants to ask a lot of things. But it’s clear Buck is done sharing for the foreseeable future, the way he’s hunched in on himself.
A few moments of silence drag on before Eddie opens his mouth again. “So...” he purses his lips. “You were flirting with TK then?”
Buck can’t help the huff of surprised laughter that escapes him at the abrupt question. “He’s not really my type.”
Eddie leans forward. “What is your type?”
Buck arches a brow. “Why? You gonna set me up?”
Eddie hums thoughtfully, “Nah, I don’t think I hate any of my friends enough to do that to ‘em.”
Buck shoves him playfully. “Wow. Rude.”
As soon as they hit a red light Hen calls out from the front, “Hey, can you two stop flirting back there? It’s distracting!”
Buck laughs and turns to Eddie to roll his eyes at Hens comment, only to be met by a red faced Eddie, who’s stuttering at Hen to shut up and focus on the road, while purposely avoiding looking Buck in the eye.
Huh, maybe Dr. Copeland was onto something...
#911 fox spoilers#911 lone star spoilers#last one for the night i swear#i need to go to BED#buddie#ficlet#drabble#alternate ending
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