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'David Tennant and Cush Jumbo walk into the Donmar Warehouse’s offices, above the theatre’s rehearsal rooms in Covent Garden, and sit down on a sofa, side by side. Tennant has that look his many fans will instantly be able to call to mind of being at once stressed – with a desperado gleam in his eye – yet mischievously engaged, which has to do with the intelligence he applies to everything, the niceness he directs at everyone. He is wearing a mustard-coloured jersey and could be mistaken for someone who has been swotting in a library (actually, he has been rehearsing a fight scene). If I am right in supposing him to be tense at this mid-rehearsals moment, I know – from having interviewed him before – that it is not his way to put himself first, that he will crack on and probably, while he’s at it, crack a joke or two to keep us all in good spirits. But some degree of tension is understandable for he and Jumbo are about to perform in a play that explores stress like no other – Macbeth – and must unriddle one of the most dramatic marriages in all of Shakespeare’s plays.
This is star billing of the starriest kind. Tennant, at 52, has more triumphs under his belt than you’d think possible in a single career (including Doctor Who, Broadchurch’s detective, the serial killer Dennis Nilsen in Des, and the father in There She Goes). Jumbo has been seen on US prime time in The Good Wife and The Good Fight and in ITV’s Vera. But what counts is that each is a Shakespeare virtuoso. Jumbo, who is now 38, won an Ian Charleson award in 2012 for her Rosalind in As You Like It and, in 2013, was nominated for an Olivier for her Mark Antony in Phyllida Lloyd’s all-female Julius Caesar. More recently, she starred as a yearningly embattled Hamlet at the Young Vic. A dynamo of an actor, she is described by the former New York Times theatre critic Ben Brantley as radiating “that unquantifiable force of hunger, drive, talent usually called star power”. Tennant, meanwhile, who has played Romeo, Lysander and Benedick for the RSC, went on to embody Hamlet and Richard II in performances that have become the stuff of legend.
Jumbo settles herself cross-legged on the sofa, relaxed in her own body, wearing a white T-shirt, dusky pink tracksuit bottoms, and modestly-sized gold hoop earrings. She looks as if she has come from an exercise class – and she has in one sense – no need to ask whether rehearsals, at this stage, are full-on. As we shake hello, she apologises for a hot hand and I for a cold one, having just come in from a sharp November morning. She is chirpy, friendly, waiting expectantly for questions – but what strikes me as I look at her is how her face in repose, at once dramatic and pensive, gives almost nothing away, like a page waiting to be written on.
Max Webster, the director, is setting the play in the modern day and Macbeth, a taut and ageless thriller, is especially friendly to this approach. I want to plunge straight in to cross-question the Macbeths. Supposing I were a marriage counsellor, what might they tell me – in confidence – about their alliance? Tennant is a step ahead: “There are two versions of the marriage, aren’t there? The one at the beginning and the fractured marriage later.” And he then makes me laugh by asking intently: “Are they sharing the murder with their therapist?”
He suggests Macbeth’s “reliance” on his wife is unusual and “not necessarily to be expected in medieval Scotland” (another excuse for the contemporary production): “I look to my wife for guidance: I don’t make a decision without her,” he explains. “We’ve been through some trauma which has induced an even stronger bond.” Jumbo agrees about the bond and spells out the trauma, reminding us the Macbeths have lost a child, but hesitates to play the game (I have suggested she talk about Lady Macbeth in the first person): “I want to get it right. I don’t want to get it wrong. I don’t know what to say… If I improv Lady Macbeth, it will feel disrespectful because you don’t know if what you’re saying on her behalf is true. And then you’re going to write what I say down and she [Lady Macbeth] is going to be: ‘Thanks, Cush, for f-ing talking about me that way.’” She emphasises that, as an actor, you must never judge your character, whatever crime they might have committed. And perhaps her resistance to straying from the text is partly as a writer herself (it was her play, Josephine and I, about the entertainer and activist Josephine Baker, that put her career into fast forward, opening off Broadway in 2015).
She stresses that the great problem with Lady Macbeth is that she has become a known quantity: “She is deeply ingrained in our culture. Everyone thinks they know who she is. Most people studied the play at school. I did – I hated it. It was so boring but that’s because Shakespeare’s plays aren’t meant to be read, they’re meant to be acted. People think they know Lady Macbeth as a type – the strong, controlling woman who pushed him to do it. She does things women shouldn’t do. The greatest misconception is that we have stopped seeing Lady Macbeth as a human being.”
For Tennant, too, keeping an open mind is essential: “What I’m finding most difficult is the variety of options. I thought I knew this play very well and that it was, unlike any other Shakespeare I can remember rehearsing, straightforward. But each time I come to a scene, it goes in a direction I wasn’t expecting.” He suggests that momentum is the play’s great asset: “It has such muscle to it, it powers along. Plot-wise, it’s more front-footed than any Shakespeare play I’ve done.” And is it ever difficult for him as Macbeth to subdue his instinctive comic talent? “Well, yes, that’s right, there are no gags! But actually, there are a couple of funny bits though I’d never intentionally inflict comedy on something that can’t take it. I hope I’m creating a rounded human being with moments of lightness, even in the bleakest times.” Jumbo adds: “Bleakness is funny at times”, and Tennant, quick as a flash, tops this: “Look at our government!” (He is an outspoken Labour supporter.) Later, when I ask what makes them angriest, he says: “Well, she [Suella Braverman]’s just been sacked so… I’m now slightly less angry than I was.” Jumbo nods agreement, adding that what makes her angriest is “unkindness”.
It is Tennant who then produces, with a flourish, the key question about the Macbeths: “Why do they decide to commit a crime? What is the fatal flaw that allows them to think that’s OK? I don’t know that they, as characters, would even know. Has the loss of a child destabilised their morality?” In preparation, Tennant and Jumbo have been researching post-traumatic stress disorder. “PTSD is a modern way of understanding something that’s always been there,” suggests Tennant – and the Macbeths are traumatised three times over by battle, bereavement and murder. “We’ve looked at postpartum psychosis as well,” Jumbo adds. They have been amazed at how the findings of modern experts “track within the play”. Tennant marvels aloud: “What can Shakespeare’s own research process have been?” Jumbo reminds him that Shakespeare, like the Macbeths, lost a child. She relishes the play’s “contemporary vibe which means it’s something my 14-year-old niece will want to see. Even though you know the ending, you don’t want it to go there. It’s exciting to play that as well as to watch it.”
A further exciting challenge is the show’s use of binaural technology (Gareth Fry, who worked on Complicité’s The Encounter, is sound designer). Each audience member will be given a set of headphones and be able to eavesdrop on the Macbeths. “The technology will mess with your neurons in a did-somebody-just-breathe-on-me way,” Jumbo explains. “You’ll feel as if you’re in a conversation with us, like listening to a podcast you love where you feel you’re sat with them having coffee.” Tennant adds: “What’s thrilling is that it makes things more naturalistic – we’re able to speak conversationally.”
Fast forward to opening night: how do they manage their time just before going on stage? Tennant says: “I dearly wish I had a set of failsafe strategies. I don’t find it straightforward. I’ve never been able to banish anxiety. It can be very problematic and part of the job is dealing with it. I squirrel myself away and tend to get quite quiet.” But at the Donmar, this will be tricky as backstage space is shared. Jumbo encourages him: “When I’ve played here before, I found the group dynamic helpful,” she says, but explains that her pre-show routine has changed since her career took off and she became a mother: “These days, I no longer have the luxury of saying: I’m going to do five hours of yoga before I go on. When I leave home at four in the afternoon, I might be thinking about whether I’ll hit traffic or, whether my kid’s stuff is ready for the next day. You get better at this, the more you do it. The main thing – which doesn’t sound that sexy – is to make sure to eat at the right time, something light, like soup, because when I’m nervous I get loads of acid and that does not make me feel good on stage. I have a cut-off point for eating and that timing has become a superstition in its own way.”
In 2020, Tennant and Jumbo co-starred in the compulsively watchable and disturbing Scottish mini-series Deadwater Fell for C4. How helpful is it to have worked together before? Tennant says it is “hugely” valuable when tackling something “intense and difficult” to be with someone you are “comfortable taking chances with”. Although actors cannot depend on this luxury: “Sometimes, you have to turn up the first day and go: ‘Ah, hello, nice to meet you, we’re going to be playing psychopathic Mr and Mrs Macbeth.’” And Jumbo adds: “I’ve been asked to do this play before and said no. You have to do it with the right person. I knew this would be fun because David is a laugh as well as being very hard-working.” He responds brightly with a non sequitur: “Wait till you see my knees in a kilt…” Are you seriously going to wear a kilt, I ask. “You’ll have to wait and see,” he laughs.
It is perhaps the kilt that triggers his next observation: “We’re an entirely Scottish company, apart from Cush,” he volunteers, suggesting that Macbeth’s choice of a non-Scottish wife brings new energy to the drama. He grew up in Paisley, the son of a Presbyterian minister, and remembers how, in his childhood, “whenever an English person arrived, you’d go “Oooh… from another worrrrld!”, and he reflects: “Someone from somewhere else gives you different energy.” And while on the Scottish theme, it is worth adding that Macbeth is the part that seems patiently to have been waiting for Tennant: “People keep saying: you must have done this play before? I don’t know if Italian Shakespeareans keep being asked if they have played Romeo…”
I tell them I remember puzzling, as a schoolgirl, over Macbeth’s line about “vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself and falls on th’other” – the gymnastic detail beyond me. Tennant suggests that what Macbeth has, more even than ambition, is hubris. But on ambition, he and Jumbo reveal themselves to be two of a kind. Tennant says: “Ambition is not a word I’d have understood as a child but I had an ambition to become an actor from tiny – from pre-school. I did not veer off from it, I was very focused. When I look at it now, that was wildly ambitious because there were no precedents or reasons for me to believe I could.”
“For me, same,” says Jumbo, “I don’t remember ever wanting to be anything else.” She grew up in south London, second of six children. Her father is Nigerian and was a stay-at-home dad, her mother is British and worked as a psychiatric nurse. “At four, I was an avid reader and mimicker. I got into lots of trouble at school for mimicking. My ambition was similar to David’s although, as a girl, the word ‘ambition’ has always been a bit dirty…” Tennant: “It certainly is to a Scottish Presbyterian.” “Yes,” she laughs, “perhaps I should have said Celts and Blacks… Girls grow up thinking they should be modest, right? But I had so much ambition. I knew there was more for me to do and that I could be good at doing it.”
And what were they like as teenagers – as, say, 14-year-olds? Tennant says: “Uncomfortable, plooky…” What’s plooky, Jumbo and I exclaim in unison. “A Scottish word for covered in spots.” “That’s great!” laughs Jumbo. “Unstylish,” Tennant concludes. Her turn: “At 14, I was sassy, a bit mouthy, trying to get into a lot of clubs and not succeeding because I looked way too young for my age. And desperate for a snog.”
And now, as grownups, Tennant and Jumbo are, above all, keenly aware of what it means to be a parent. Jumbo has a son, Maximilian (born 2018); Tennant five children between the ages of four and 21. Parenthood, they believe, helps shape the work they do. “Being a parent magnifies the job of being an actor,” says Jumbo, “because what we’re being asked to do [as actors] is to stay playful and in the present – be big children. As a parent, you get to relive your childhood and see the world through your child’s eyes as if for the first time and more intensely. We don’t do that much as adults.”
Tennant reckons being a parent has given him “empathy, patience – or the requirement for patience – and tiredness. It gives you a big open wound you carry around, a vulnerability that is not a bad thing for this job because it means you have an emotional accessibility that can be very trying but which we need.” But the work-life balance remains, for Tennant, an ongoing struggle: “Just when you think you’ve figured it out, something happens,” he says, “and you have to recalibrate it because your children need different things at different times.” Jumbo sometimes looks to other actors/parents for advice: “To try to see what they are doing – but you never quite get it right.”
And would they agree there is a work-life balance involved in acting itself? Is acting an escape from self or a way of going deeper into themselves? Tennant says: “I don’t think the two are mutually exclusive though they sound as though they should be – I think it is both.” Jumbo agrees: “On the surface, you’re consciously stepping away from yourself but, actually, subconsciously, you have to do things instinctually so you find out more about yourself without meaning to.”
And when they go deeper, what is it that they find? Fear is another of the motors in Macbeth – what is fear for them? “Something being wrong with one of my kids,” Tennant says and Jumbo concurs. And what about fear for our planet? Tennant says: “There is so much to feel fearful and pessimistic about it can be…” Jumbo finishes his sentence: “Overwhelming.” He picks it up again: “So overwhelming that you don’t do anything.” Jumbo worries about this, tries to remind herself that doing something is better than doing nothing: “If everybody did something small in their corner of the world, the knock-on effect would be bigger.” Tennant admits to feeling “anxiety” and distinguishes it from fear. Jumbo volunteers: “I recognise fear in myself but don’t see it as a helpful emotion. It’s underactive, a place to stand still.”
As actors who have hit the jackpot, what would they say, aside from talent, has been essential to their success? Tennant says: “Luck – to be in the right place at the right time, having one job that leads to another.” Jumbo remembers: “Early in my career, I had a slow start. You have to fill your soul with creative things, which is not always easy if you can’t afford to go out. You have to find things that are free, get together with people who are creative and give you good vibes and not people who are bitter and jealous or have lots of bad things to say about the world. This tends to bring more creative things to you.” Tennant observes: “As the creative arts go, acting is a difficult one to do on your own – if you’re a painter, you can paint – even if no one is buying your paintings.” Jumbo chips in: “Because of that, it can be quite lonely when it’s not happening.” “Tennant concludes: “It’s bloody unfair – there are far too many good actors, too many of us.”
And are they in any way like the Macbeths in being partly governed by magical thinking – or do they see themselves as rationalists? (I neglect to ask whether they call Macbeth “the Scottish play”, as many actors superstitiously do.) “I am a rationalist. I’m almost aggressively anti-nonsense,” Tennant says. Jumbo, unfazed by this manifestation of reason, speaks up brightly: “I’m a magical thinker, I’m half Nigerian and that’s all about magical realism and belief in energy. If something goes my way, I think: God, I felt that energy. And the thing that drew me to theatre as a kid was its magic.” And now Tennant, alerted by the word “magic”, starts to clamber on board to agree with her – and Jumbo laughs as they acknowledge the power of what she has just said.'
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FEI Dressage European Championship Riesenbeck 2023 - Teamgold für Großbritannien
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The Freak and The Princess -Eddie Munson
Authors Note: I think I wrote this one back when the new season first came out? Cleaning out drafts and for a couple months I was on an Eddie track fr fr
Word Count: 13,441
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT - Eddie and reader are mean to each other for a bit.
(Thank you for the gif @johnclaytonmayer)
Enjoy!
It was amazing to think how much things change.
There had once been a time where you considered Eddie Munson to be your best friend, that and your brother Gareth. There had been a time where you thought Eddie Munson was one of the most perfect people in the world, where you had craved to spend any possible second you could with him.
Now, sitting in the back of his van soaked to the bone as you sob, you find that you’re somehow sitting across a stranger. He watches you closely, eyes stern as he wraps a blanket around you to try and help the shivering.
It was weird to recognize every single detail of him and still feel like you didn’t all at once.
“Do you want to smoke? Will that help?” He asks, already reaching for the lunch box hidden in the back so he could grab one of the joints you had seen him roll earlier in the day.
“I want to go home.” You cry, a shiver going down your spine. “But I don’t want them to see me like this.”
“Okay.” He nods, and you can see him try to come up with a plan. “I can take you to my trailer for a bit, you can shower and sleep some of this off. Okay?”
“Okay.” You nod, hands still shaking. “Thank you….. thank you Eds.”
He stills at the nickname, eyes catching yours for a moment before he is shuffling to get into the driver seat without another word.
You felt silly, calling him his nickname after everything that’s happened, shuffling to lay on your side to help ease some of the pain built up. You hear him shuffle around with the music, debating if he should have it up or down.
“Do you want music, bugs?” He asks, your chest warming at the nickname as you close your eyes, inhaling the scent from his sweater and blanket as you fall asleep.
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You had met Eddie your freshman year of highschool, before that he had always been Gareths mysterious friend that you had never seen before.
But now that you went to school with them it seemed that Eddie was everywhere, not that you minded.
You had quickly become a main member of their group, sitting with them at lunch and going to their band practices. You and your brother had always been close, so it wasn’t anything different than how it used to be. You were just hanging out with your brother…… and his extremely hot friend that you sometimes imagined kissing. No biggie.
But being completely honest everything about Eddie to you was a huge biggie.
Like right now, as he glared at you while angrily breaking pretzels with his teeth, and all you could do was smile at him.
“What is wrong with you?” He snaps and you preen under the attention.
“I said what I said.” You simply reply, flipping your hair over your shoulder with confidence.
“How can you hate Texas Chainsaw?! It’s such a classic movie! First of its kind!” He whines, snatching a fry from your plate.
“You say that about every slasher movie, Eds.” You grumble, snatching a pretzel from his bag. “They’re all new and amazing to you.
“Because they are!” He sighs, obviously frustrated that you wouldn’t agree. “You’re just upset that we didn’t watch that new goonies bullshit.”
“What’s going on?” Gareth asks, sitting beside you with his own lunch tray and snatching one of your fries even though he had some of his own.
“We were just talking about movies.” You mumble, a blush rising across your skin. Wednesday nights Gareth had to work at the gas stations over night shift, so you had begun hanging out with Eddie when your brother was busy. That had turned into spending the night at Eddie’s and telling your older brother that you were spending the night at your friend Abigail’s since you knew he would get butt hurt that you hung out with Eddie without him.
“Bugs here thinks Texas chainsaw sucked.” Eddie grunts, throwing a pretzel at you.
“Oh no way! It’s so good!” Your brother gasps as Jeff joins the table and soon Paul joined. Suddenly the table was packed and chaos filled the once normal conversation.
You allowed them all to talk over you, choosing to look around the cafeteria as they do so. Everyone today seemed to be in a flurry of excitement, laughing and dashing across the cafeteria.
You make eye contact with Adam Hanson, one of the schools popular basketball players and he gives you a wide smile, winking as all his friends talk around him.
At first you pass by it, not really thinking he was looking at you until he waves his hand to get your attention again, smiling like a goof as he wiggles his fingers right before he winks again.
A small touch at your wrist pulls you back to the table, where Eddie is peering at you with wide brown eyes as the boys yell at each other about something. His thumb is rubbing your wrist softly as you try and smile.
“You okay?” He asks, looking past you to where Hanson sits before looking back to your eyes.
“I’m fine. Hanson has always been a clown.” You mumble back shrugging.
“Okay well I was asking you if you want to retry.” Eddie mumbles, thumb still rubbing your wrist.
“Retry?”
“Movie night.”
“I’m not watching texas chainsaw again.” You laugh which makes him smile.
“I meant we need to make up for it. Get a movie you might actually like.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Gareth works tonight and Wayne is going to be doing an all nighter at work so we can get another movie.”
“That sounds like fun.” You smile at him, watching his shoulders relax a bit.
“What sounds like fun?” Gareth asks turning to you.
“Burning the government down.” You reply, smiling innocently.
“That sounds like fun, count me in.” A new voice emerges from behind you, making the rest of the table blink slowly as you turn to see Adam Hanson standing there smiling wide. “What time should we meet up? I’ll bring the gasoline.”
“I think our rebel van is already full this time. Maybe you can catch the next round.” You smile.
“Burning down more than one government are we?” He laughs with raised eyebrows.
“Mmm. Maybe a monarchy next.” You offer, shrugging a bit as he laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “I like to keep my options open.”
“Can we help you?” Gareth scoffs, glaring at Adam like he was being a huge issue.
“Hey, take it easy. Just trying to join a revolution.” Adam teases, hands held up in a surrender way and winking at you once more before walking off to join his friends at the door while your brother glares at you like you had done something wrong.
“What?”
“That was gross!” He scoffs. “Dude was ogling at my baby sister.”
“No he wasn’t.” You scoff back, blushing a bit as your brother rolls his eyes. Risking a quick look to Eddie, nervous about his reaction, you find him wide eyed looking between your brother and yourself.
“Wasn’t that disgusting, Eddie?” Gareth snaps, pulling the poor dungeon master into it. “The kid barely notices you then you hit puberty and suddenly he’s all over you? Fucking perve.”
“Why are you making such a big deal about this? He was just being nice.”
“You’re a child. And he was not just being nice.” Gareth scoffs again, smacking the back of your head. “It’s called being a pedophile.”
“Doesn’t count. They are both minors.” Jeff reminds through a mouthful of pizza.
“Yeah well it’s still gross.” Gareth snaps.
Now, completely embarrassed by this whole ordeal, you risk one more look at Eddie only to realize that he was avoiding eye contact and pretending to read the textbook in front of him.
“I’m gonna go to my locker.” You mumble, the embarrassment eating you. You grab your stuff quickly, dropping off the tray into the trash before exiting all together.
Eddie’s trailer had once made you nervous, the idea of being where Eddie lived and slept.
But now? You were very used to it, excitement fills you whenever you come over.
Knocking, just as you always do, after parking your bike by the side so it doesn’t get stolen. Soon enough the door was cracking open and Eddie’s face came into view, a smile breaking out on his face when he sees you, opening the door wider to reveal he is only in sweats with his torso of tattoos that has your eyes widening.
“You’re early.” He mumbles out, rubbing his eyes to try and wake up, pulling you in so he can shut the door from the cold. “Jesus. Why is it so chilly?”
Within moments he is pulling you in for a hug, rubbing your back in an attempt to warm you up. You’re body is immediately ablaze, cheeks warm from blushing and skin hot.
“It’s this funny thing called fall.” You joke, hugging him back tightly before he tries to shuffle you both back to his room without breaking it. A giggle escapes you when he trips slightly before you let go so he can walk normally and moves to his room with you close on his heels.
It’s a routine that you both follow easily when you arrive, going to his room to change out of everyday clothes and into something more comfortable.
He lets you wear one of his band tees and sweats, snatching the pillows from his bed as you change, and then he leads you back out to the living room.
“I went ahead and got the goonies for you, because you’re a nerd.” He grunts out, moving to put the tape in. “Why are you so early today?”
“I didn’t go home, I had a meeting after school and came straight here.” You answer, watching his interest peak as he raises an eyebrow.
“What meeting?” You wait for him to sit on the couch, laying down before extending his arms to grab you so that you both could lay down, pressed to each other as you fixed the blanket.
“Cheer. They have an opening so I signed up for the auditions.” You mumble, using his chest as a pillow while he looks down at you.
“You want to cheer?”
“Yeah. I always have. I used to do it all the time, cheer camp and everything but when I first came to Hawkins someone told me I shouldn’t.” You answer, adjusting the blanket so it covered you both as his hands move to play with your hair.
Something about Eddie? He was ALWAYS touching you. Found every excuse in the book to do so. And it annoyed you to no end because he was so casual about it and it always left you flustered and a mess.
“Is that why that kid came up to talk to you today?” He asks, something off about his tone. “Seemed like you knew him.”
“I have math class with him.” You yawn, closing your eyes and keeping your nose pressed into his chest as you fall asleep.
Sometime later he wakes you up, half asleep himself to get you both to his room, falling into the mattress and pulling you in to fall back asleep.
-
“You’re being so weird today.” Gareth snaps through a mouthful of cereal, leaning against the locker next to yours.
“Shut up.” You mumble out, not daring to look him in the eyes as he draws attention to you both.
“Why me shut up? Dude this isn’t a good idea.”
“Gareth. Take it down a notch.” You warn.
“You want to be on the cheer team? Really?” He scoffs. “That lame group that shares maybe one brain cell between them?”
“With me there might be more” you try to tease, watching him roll his eyes before another figure emerges.
“Dude. Where were you last night? I called like 6 times.” Gareth sighs, and you’re just thankful that the conversation moved on from you for a moment.
“I went to bed. Take it down a notch.” Eddie shrugs, looking at you the same time you looked at him.
Technically he wasn’t lying. He had gone to bed. “What’s the problem?”
“My sister wants to join the world of bimbos and stds.” Gareth snaps, and you feel Eddie move forward to avoid being pushed in the crowded hallway, his chest hitting your shoulder with warmth.
“You want to date Steve Harrington?” He laughs, making you smile back.
“She wants to be a cheer slut.”
“Who does?” This time it’s Paul that asks, with Jeff right on his tail. And once again you’re thrown in the center of their arguing.
“Seriously?” Paul laughs when he is told, blatantly laughing in your face. “That’d be so hilarious!”
“Hey, come on.” Eddie warns.
“I mean she’s….” Paul trails off a bit and you find yourself filling in on the words he didn’t say. You’re what? Lame? Ugly? Unlikable?
“It’s not gonna work.” Gareth shrugs.”I just don’t want you to get hurt buggie.”
“She’s not gonna make it. And even if she does it’s not like she’ll be on long.” Paul giggles to himself. “You’d have to put out to the-“
Eddie and Gareth both punch his shoulders on either side, as hard as they can.
“See you at cheer practice, ……” a soft voice rings out, drawing your attention to Chrissy Cunningham, a girl in your class.
She held a small smile, one that said “I got your back.” And you realized what she must have seen, you surrounded by a bunch of guys making fun of you.
So you give a tiny wave, which makes her smile widen and suddenly you were smiling too, a little happier when she walks off.
Something light fills your chest until you look back to Gareth who glares at you. “You’re not even in yet and you’re already acting like one of them.”
“I don’t get why you’re so mad. Paul, you said last band practice that I annoy you guys.” You remind, snatching one of your books as Eddie stands straight suddenly. “Being a cheerleader means I don’t sit in on practices anymore.”
“Wait; you said that?” Eddie asks, chest still pressed into your shoulder as he holds out his hand to Paul in a shocked way. “Why?”
“Cause she always-“
“Can we get back to the problem at hand? You’re gonna be all cool and popular and lose all your personality.” Gareth snaps. “Just another girl with a pretty smile that the jocks use and abuse.”
“I’d still hang out with you guys?” You laugh, closing your locker. “What are the chances that we all stop being friends? I live with you, remember Gary?”
“Whatever bugs.” He huffs, a small smile playing at his lips.
He waltzes off after that, bowl of cereal in hand as Paul and Jeff follow him to class. Eddie remains, watching you.
“I don’t know why Paul said that but-“
“Eds, it’s fine. He’s a little right at the end of the day. I mean there’s only so much I can talk to you guys about so maybe it’s time I make a couple more friends.” You shrug.
“You can talk to me about anything though.” Not about the huge crush you have, or the way every time he touches you your heart beats fast.
“Not about periods or bra sizes.” You joke, moving to walk away, surprised when he follows you. “Aren’t you supposed to be on the other side of school?”
“You can talk to me about anything.” He states again, this time more serious. “Periods. Bra sizes. Anything and everything. I just want you to know that.”
You smile at him, shrugging and walking away to class.
-
Two days later you’re rushing home with excited news, a smile splitting across your face as you run to tell everyone.
Tonight was band practice, which meant all the boys would be in the garage so you’d probably tell them first, your new cheer uniform clutched tightly in your hands as you make your way up.
You see Eddie’s van parked in the driveway and excitement fills you at the thought of telling him, so you cut across the lawn, just at the point where they can almost hear you when you hear them talking.
“-I think it’s great that she’s going for the cheer team.” Jeff’s voice rings out, catching your attention “she used to cheer when she was younger right?”
“Yeah. She stopped when she got to high school. I don’t know man, I just think it’s going to ruin her you know?”
“At least she won’t be following us around all the time.” Paul grunts out, and your heart clenches. “She’s always there!”
“That is a good point.” Gareth sighs. “Maybe go and make her own friends.”
“She’s so annoying. Always talking our ear off about everything and always asking us if she can play DND.”
“She doesn’t ask us if she can play. She asks how we play and if she can watch.” Jeff corrects.
“For what though? So she can start coming to those hangouts?! She ruins everything!” Paul snaps and you suddenly feel really stupid.
“I think you’re right.” Eddie laughs, which makes Jeff and Gareth laugh too and you completely shatter there.
What happened to you talking to him about anything?
“I’m just saying man-“
“Yeah yeah, we know what you’re saying Paul.” Eddie interrupts him, still laughing. You can’t hear anymore, you turn to head through the front door rather than the garage, storming up to your room and slamming your door.
-
Eddie was anxious, had been all day since he found out the cheer tryouts were today.
He didn’t know what he was so worried about in general, and no matter what he tried to talk himself out of he always found something else to worry about.
What if you got in and stopped hanging out with all of them? No more secret movie nights at his trailer or sneaking you into the hideout so you can watch their shows.
No more of you coming to band practices and cheering them on. He wouldn’t get to be near you as much. You wouldn’t sit at the table with them and he wouldn’t get to talk to you everyday.
Or worse, you become one of them and you end up hating him just like they do.
But then he tells himself that neither of those would happen, you would still be their friends and you loved movie night as much as he did. Or.,….. well he hoped you did.
Besides, he would be upset if they turned you down. He knew you would be upset and he just wouldn’t be able to handle how sad you would look.
They would be idiots to turn you away, he’s seen you dance at the hideout….. well more so like he watched you intently like a perv, scared your brother might finally notice just how much Eddie liked you.
That had been his biggest concern as of late, Gareth. Watching your brother freak out everytime someone tried talking to you or everytime Paul hinted about you, well it made him feel like a shit friend.
Not to mention it made him feel bad for you. You just wanted to hang out with your brother and his friends, you didn’t need him being all weird about it.
You especially didn’t need him trailing after you like a lost puppy all the time.
Which was why he was getting so anxious at band practice, listening to Gareth get into it with Paul over you.
“This is such bullshit man, I already got you drooling over my sister at every turn-“
“I do not!” Paul snaps.
“-and not the rest of the school will be too!” Gareth yells, frustrated.
“Just wait until she starts dyeing her hair and sucking faces with all the boys on the team!” Paul gags, which makes Jeff roll his eyes.
“You’re just saying that because you’ve been head over heels in love with her since middle school dumbass. We all see it. And personally I think it’s great that she’s going for the cheer team.” Jeff adds, always the calm one. “she used to cheer when she was younger right?”
“Yeah. She stopped when she got to high school. I don’t know man, I just think it’s going to ruin her you know?” Gareth sighs, and Eddie finally recognizes what the biggest problem here was. He was afraid he wouldn’t have your back anymore.
“At least she won’t be following us around all the time.” Paul grunts out, and Eddie finds himself clenching his fists and trying not to lose his cool. “She’s always there!”
“That is a good point.” Gareth sighs. “Maybe go and make her own friends.”
“She’s so annoying. Always talking our ear off about everything and always asking us if she can play DND.”
“She doesn’t ask us if she can play. She asks how we play and if she can watch.” Jeff corrects which makes Eddie nod. He had countless nights planning the campaigns with you and always offered to teach you, but you never wanted to actually play, instead you gave him ideas on his campaigns.
“For what though? So she can start coming to those hangouts?! She ruins everything!” Paul snaps.
“I think you’re right.” Eddie laughs loudly, turning to Jeff in reference to Paul’s crush on you as they all laugh at Paul, who gets completely red in the face at the way they are all calling him out.
“I’m just saying man-“
“Yeah yeah, we know what you’re saying Paul.” Eddie interrupts him, still laughing even though he feels like pummeling his face in. “You’re madly in love with Gareths little sister and she doesn’t like you back so you have to be angry at her for it.”
“Back off my little sister you freak.” Gareth laughs at paul. “She’s too good for you.”
She’s too good for everyone, Eddie thinks, turning towards the open garage door waiting to see you. “What time was that shit supposed to end anyways?”
“All I know is she said she’d be home for dinner.” Gareth shrugs and Eddie still can’t decide if he wants you to make it on the team or not.
All he hopes for is that they are nice too you.
So he waits, and waits. Even when they are playing their songs he keeps his eyes on the door for you to emerge.
Finally Gareths mom comes out smiling to call them in for dinner.
“What about sis?” Gareth asks as everyone helps his mom set the table.
“She’s upstairs.” This catches Eddie’s attention, heart thundering as he tries to play it cool.
“I didn’t see her come in?” Gareth asks, moving to the stairs in an attempt to call you down but your mom is quick to stop him.
“Don’t. She’s upset and trying to lay down.”
“She’s upset?” Eddie asks, chest aching. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. I went to check on her and she was crying. Said she didn’t feel well.” Your mom answers and Eddie’s fist clenched.
They probably made fun of you, they probably made you cry at the try outs. Jeff taps his shoulder, mouthing a ‘chill out.’ That makes Eddie worried.
Did Jeff know he had a crush on you too?
Did Gareth know?
“Eat up boys.” Your mom orders.
-
The next morning was rocky at best.
You got up and got dressed into your cheer uniform, and then at the last second decided that since you were wearing the uniform why not do your makeup? You wanted to look cute for your first day on the team.
You hadn’t thought about what you overheard until your brother barged in your room, giving you a confused look as you finish up the final touches on your face, suddenly embarrassed as it all comes rushing back.
“You made it?!” He asks, which makes you roll your eyes.
“Yes. Shut up.” You grunt, pushing him out of the way to grab your shoes.
“Mom said you were upset yesterday, so I figured you didn’t make it.” He shrugs, admiring himself in your mirror before throwing your own brush at you.
“I just had a migraine.” You lie, trying to play it off. Don’t cry. Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.
“Damn. Sorry bugs. I’ll grab time Tylenol before we leave in case it comes back.” And with that he is gone, you hot on his heels to catch up as you dash to pack your lunch.
“Eddie is swinging by to pick us up.” Gareth informs, snatching an apple and the bottle of Tylenol before moving to count the money in his wallet for lunch.
“Why?” The only times eddie took you to school were after your movie nights when you were at his house anyways.
“He offered last night. Let’s go.” Your brother sighs, ushering you to the door.
“We’ll I don’t wanna intrude and I have something after school so I can just ride my bike.” You’re quick, moving away from your brother in attempt to make it look like you forgot something. “Go on without me.”
“Bugs, I’m sure Eddie or Paul will give you a ride after your meeting thing. Let’s gooooo.” He groans, pulling you by your hair and out the door.
When he manages to drag you to the van Eddie leans over to open the door and Gareth waits for you to hop in.
“I should just ride my bike. I’ve got something after school later and you guys won’t want to wait around-“
“We have DnD tonight.” Eddie shrugs. “We’ll be at the school late anyways.”
There was no winning with these two, so you nod and hop in, trying not to take up too much space as Eddie stares at the uniform.
“You got in?”
“Why is everyone so shocked?” You snap, embarrassed and upset. They thought you were annoying and always there and apparently no one believed you would get in the squad.
“It’s just-“
“Is that a donut?” Gareth asks, snatching it from the console.
“I got it for bugs to cheer her up-“ Eddie starts right as Gareth shoves half of it in his mouth. “Nevermind.”
“Can we just go?” You snap, attempting to avoid eye contact with both.
-
“Are you okay?” Eddie asks, walking with you on your way to your locker after 3rd period, his eyebrows pinched in worry and his eyes wide.
“I’m fine.” You lie, trying to smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Maybe because I overheard people I thought were my friends making fun of me, or maybe because the guy I’ve been madly in love with since I met him thinks I’m clingy and annoying.
“I just wanted to make sure because-“ he grunts out as Steve Harrington elbows him to get past, accidentally shoving him into you and sending you both into the lockers. “God damnit.”
Eddie is quick to give you space, reaching for the arm that hit the lockers to make sure you’re not hurt as he blinks.
“I’m fine.” You smile, enjoying the feeling of his hand on your skin. “Did you pack lunch today?”
“No. But since I stopped to get you breakfast, sorry about that by the way, I picked something up.” He explains, walking with you and dropping his hand. The way he’s staring at you makes you nervous, In the best way. And you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as he attempts a smile, until you remember what was said yesterday and those butterflies find themselves in a blender. “Might you be interested in sharing a store made sandwich and sun chips milady?”
“Oh how thoughtful-“ you begin, joining him in the lunchroom before you see Paul and Jeff already sitting there, panic rising. “But I realized I forgot my lunch. I’ll go get something.”
“Okay, I can walk up with you-“ Eddie starts, but you stop him.
“I’m fine! I’ll be good.” You mumble out. “Besides, Paul’s already calling you over.”
Eddie gives you a worried look, but nods and heads over to the table anyways, all the boys matching in their hellfire shirts as Paul starts loudly complaining about something.
You realize halfway to the line that your excuse didn’t make sense since you did pack lunch, and you hadn’t grabbed your wallet since this outfit didn’t have pockets so you had no money to buy anything.
And while you stood there, debating what you should do, you see Chrissy walking towards you in her uniform as well.
“Hey!” She smiles, moving in to hug you. “I’m so happy you made it! I was worried when there was only two spots and you were soooo good!”
A small burst of pride settles through you as she compliments you, linking your arms together as she heads to the cheer table. “I was also worried I'd be left alone. But you’re here and we’re gonna be so awesome!”
She leads you to the table, and takes a seat like it was the most natural thing in the world, meanwhile you were panicking. What would the boys think? Would these girls want you to sit with them?
You risk a look over to the hellfire table, seeing all of them staring at you with wide eyes, especially Eddie, who had saved the seat next to himself.
“Girl; come on! We want to do your hair!” Sarah, the captain, giggles and pulls you to sit.
It was for the better, all the boys thought you were annoying anyways. Maybe they would get a break from you.
One lunch wouldn’t hurt and you wouldn’t be so annoying. Right?
-
“Too cool to eat with us now?” Gareth teases, waiting for you after practice. The sun had gone down in Hawkins, and the sweat from practice clung to you making the night air twice as chilly.
He had a red mark on his cheek, which told you that he probably was being overdramatic during the campaign and smacked himself again.
“No. I…” you start to explain, right as Eddie comes out of the doors and spots you. “I was going to get lunch, but Chrissy pulled me to the table.”
“How was it?” Eddie smiles. “You got to see how the other side lived? Any exciting news to report back?”
“Nothing much,” you smile, walking with them both as they head to Eddie’s car. “I got to know them a little better and they all talked to me about my routine because they like-“
Your brother does an overdramatic yawn, tossing the back door to Eddie’s van open and throwing himself in. “Boring already.”
You roll your eyes, shutting the door on him before moving to hop into the passenger seat. Eddie gets into the driver side, looking to where your brother is already lighting a cigarette.
“So they liked your routine?” He asks, looking at you as he starts the van.
“They did!” You smile, excitement bubbling in you as you move to start talking again.
“Oh my god. No one cares. Are any of them single?” Gareth smiles, and you lean to smack his head before sitting in silence the rest of the ride.
When you get home you’re the first to hop out, turning to grab your bag as Gareth crawls out.
“I can get you guys tomorrow? If you’d like.” Eddie offers, face red for some reason. Gareth narrows his eyes at his friend, while you shrug.
“Actually the girls are gonna come get me early. Thanks though Eds.” You smile, walking away as Gareth says he’ll be ready by 8.
-
One lunch turned to another, then another. Then that turned to going and getting a milkshake with the girls after practice and rides from them in the mornings.
You went from always being around to never in sight, which absolutely shredded Eddie to pieces.
It’s not like he wasn’t happy for you, you seemed to be always smiling and giggling with them. You went to the mall with them on weekends and always came back ecstatic about everything you got because the girls all said it looked great on you.
You definitely grew into the feminine side, and his heart exploded everytime he did manage to see you….. and he was ashamed to admit his pants always got tighter whenever he saw you in uniform.
You messed around with makeup and you always had a style for you hair.
Eddie loved it for you, he loved that you seemed to go from stunningly beautiful to so stunningly gorgeous any guy at school wanted you. You seemed to enjoy your new look and he was happy for you. He wasn’t happy about the fact that he never saw you anymore.
So, on a Wednesday afternoon, when he was dropping off a new cover for Gareths guitar while his friend was at work he was excited to see your shoes in the doorway.
He waltzed up the stairs and knocked on your door, heart hammering through his ribcage as he heard you jump to answer it.
Then there you were, as beautiful as can be, with nothing on but a tank and shorts. Excitement courses through him, a smile spreading across his face, it has been weeks since he last saw you and now he could ask about movie night.
“Hey I-“ he stopped short when he saw Adam Hanson sitting on your bedroom floor, staring at him like he was crazy. Of course he was staring at him like he was crazy, Adam was probably wondering why the school freak was at your door. “I was just dropping off this new cover for your brother. Make sure he gets it, yeah?”
He practically shoves it into your hands, heart thundering and desperate to get out of here.
“Okay!” You smile at him and he feels his heart clench through his chest. “Actually Adam and I were finishing up homework if you wanted to watch a movie-“
Hanging out with you? Dream come true. Hanging out with you and your boyfriend? Fuck. No. So he finds himself lashing out, a mix of embarrassment and jealousy made for a bad situation. “No thanks. I have better things to do than hang out with Gareths baby sister. Or should I say better girls to do.”
He pairs it with a bullshit wink in adams direction, not daring to look at you as he moves to walk away while you slam the door.
“Does the freak always talk to you like that?” Adam asks, and Eddie can only hear ringing at the blood rushes to his ears. Freak.
He doesn’t bother waiting around, instesd he marches straight out of your house and leaves.
-
You’re in shock when you close the door, eyes welling with tears.
“Does the freak always talk to you like that?” Adam asks, pulling your attention to him. “Woah, hey don’t cry.”
“He’s not a freak.” You defend, as you had been doing the past two months. “And he’s never….”
What? Talked like that before? You didn’t know that, and you knew he had talked about how annoying you were behind your back? So maybe he’s said more things too.
“Never to my face.” You shrug, wiping away the tears that kept coming.
Adam sighs, moving to hug you and let you cry.
“I’m so telling my boyfriend about this.” He sneers and you laugh lightly.
“I don’t really know what you’re long distance boyfriend will do to help.”
“Send me treats that I can share with you obviously.” Adam laughs. “Hey, I can stay and watch that movie with you-“
“No it’s fine.” You sniffle. “You have a curfew.”
And he soon enough leaves, worried about you but you keep telling him it’s fine, anger coiling in your gut at every pity look your friend gives you.
How dare Eddie. How dare he embarrass you and say that. What had you ever done to him?
Sure you were the annoying little sister but it’s not like he had ever told you to back off or anything. He had always made it seem like he wanted to hang out.
You couldn’t shake the anger as you went to bed, and suddenly you found yourself in a weird spot.
-
The line that had originally been drawn in the sand, on whether you remained their friend or not, had quickly dispersed after that.
In fact the sand had been kicked through and suddenly, without warning, you and eddie had been thrown to war.
Gone were the cute nicknames of Eds and bugs, now when you addressed each other you referred to him as freak and he referred to you as wannabe.
You let the basketball players push him in the halls and he threw food at you and your friends in the cafeteria.
When the winter formal rolled around Adam took you, and you had been so excited for it until Eddie made some snide comment when you came down the stairs which sent you into a sour mood the rest of the night.
When winter break rolled around Gareth had let them come over nearly everyday for stupid band practice and whenever you came home you made sure to enter through the garage just to piss them off, making sure to unplug the amps each time.
Like today, hands filled with shopping bags as you came home, saying bye to Chrissy as she drove off with a wide smile, and then turning to the garage.
“Hey bugs.” Gareth greets, which you simply glare to, making sure to hit Eddie’s shoulder with your own as you pass which makes his curse out and spill his drink.
“Freaks.” You snap, unplugging their amp and hitting the light switch as you head inside. You hear them all groan, and then you take it one step further and turn off the lights in the garage completely by the power box in the kitchen.
“Damn it!” Gareth snaps when he realizes and you pick up the phone, dialing adams number since you promised to call him earlier.
He picks up right as the boys all dash inside, Gareth glaring as you pretend like you don’t even see them.
“Hey handsome, thought I’d call to check in.” You smile through the phone, hearing him laugh.
“Hello back beautiful.” Adam says, matching your tone. “You bothering the boys again?”
“Oh. My favorite thing to do-“ you giggle, slapping Gareth's shoulder when he reaches to hang up the phone. “Back off.”
“I’m getting mom.” He snaps out while Paul and Jeff disappear to the garage again. He dashes to go find your mom which leaves just Eddie in the kitchen, glaring at you.
“I miss you too.” You coo into the phone, enjoying the way Eddie’s jaw ticks as Adam laughs and plays long, enjoying the game himself.
“What’s your problem lately, brat?” Eddie snaps, his eyes angry and set.
“Hold on baby-“ you say into the phone, covering the mouth piece and giving Eddie your best uncaring face. “Can I help you, freak?”
He reaches forward, cursing under his breath as he reaches around you to hang up the phone.
“What the fuck-“ you start before he is snatching the handle from your hands and slamming it into the receiver, turning to you fully.
“Why are you being this way? What the fuck did we do to you?”
“I’d love to stay and chat, but I have better things to do. Or should I say better men to do.” You smile, moving to stand quickly as his eyes widen. When you move to walk away he goes to grab one of the bags in attempt to keep you in the room, the paper of the bag rips and suddenly everything you bought at that store falls to the kitchen floor.
Your mouth falls open as Eddie’s eyes widen at the sheer amount of lingerie sets that fall out.
Not really lingerie, but close to. All lace panties and bras that Chrissy said would look great on you.
“I’m-“ Eddie begins, moving to help you grab them at the same time you bend to grab them so your heads hit each other.
“Damn it-“ you gasp out, rushing to grab all the underwear as he helps you to try and shove them all in the bag.
“I didn’t realize you were so into Adam.” He sneers.
“Oh shut up.” You sneer back, snatching everything into your hands. “Not everything is about sex-“
“Of course it is”. He laughs bitterly. “You’re their new play toy.”
“I swear to god freak-“
“What you gonna do brat?” He seethes, getting into your personal space.
“Everything okay here?” Gareth asks, making you and Eddie jump back.
“Whatever Gareth.” You push past him, ignoring the excited buzz you feel from Eddie.
-
“Are….are you guys good?” Gareth asks eddie the next morning, making Eddie turn to glare at him. “Don’t bite my head off, okay? I just….”
Eddie stays silent, starting the car as he watches you waltz across the lawn in the cheer uniform.
“It’s just that she’s been so different lately and for the past couple weeks you have been too. Did you guys break up?”
Eddie, who had started driving, immediately hits the brakes and whips to look at Gareth. “What?”
“Did you and my sister break up?”
“I’m not- what- we never- Gareth-“ Eddie panics, trying to find the right words. “Listen-“
“Dude it’s fine. I always knew okay?”
“Wait wait wait. We never- she and I never-“ what the hell was happening. “Okay let’s back up. You thought we were dating?”
“Oh come on. All your secret sleepovers? You really thought I didn’t know about those? You know how many times I pretended to call her friends house for you guys so mom didn’t catch her? And all the small little touches you always had or the way you looked at her. Not to mention all the paragraphs about you in her diary-“
“We never dated.” Eddie cuts him off. “She didn’t like me like that.”
“No man. She did.” Gareth laughs. “She has always liked you like that.”
He ignores the feeljng bubbling in his chest at the thought, shaking his head. “Why haven’t you tried to kill me if you thought we were dating?”
“What?”
“You’re always freaking out about her and guys, and you always threaten Paul whenever he-“
“Guys are gross and I don’t want them hurting my baby sister. Paul is a lame excuse for a human beings.” Gareth shrugs. “And I always figured if my sister was going to date someone it should be you. You are…..semi decent.”
“We never dated. And she hates me now so I hate her.” Eddie starts driving again, shrugging like it didn’t matter.
“Why does she hate you now?”
“Not a clue.” He had a slight clue after the other night.
“Okay well, do you think you can like… fix whatever it is?” Gareth sighs. “I miss my sister.”
Eddie missed you too.
-
He didn’t try to talk to you, he had debated it for all of 4 hours before you had to go and ruin it.
Just when he was starting to talk himself into apologizing he turned the corner to find you, giggling and blushing with none other than Steve Harrington.
Upon hearing his footsteps you turn, face falling when you see his glare before that bitch look you’ve perfected the past couple weeks falls in its place, making his heart thump wildly as he walks closer.
“Your brother asked me to apologize.” He bites out, hands catching themselves behind his back as he glares. “Sorry.”
“Wow. What a great apology.” Harrington smiles making you slap his shoulder with wide eyes until he laughs and nods. “I’ll see you later okay?” He smiles, tapping your nose before walking off with a simple “Bye Munson.”
Eddie watches him leave before turning back to you with a raised eyebrow, and suddenly he was desperate to piss you off. Desperate to get under your skin the way you got under his.
“Oh I see. You didn’t get all the panties for one guy, you got them for the whole school.” He smiles, watching your face fall into one of shock. “What’s the deal? Tap you and then get to keep the panties? Having a buy one get one free sale?”
“Calling me a slut?” You seethed .
“If the shoe fits baby.” He coos, smiling from ear to ear as you slam your locker and move forward.
“I hate you!”
“I hate you back!” He snaps back, matching your tone as you get closer and closer until your chest are pressed against each other.
“What did I ever do wrong?” You snap, eyebrows pinching in anger and confusion. “I thought you all liked me and-“
He’s confused now, racking his brain for what you mean before he settles on an answer. “You thought the guys you’ve slept with liked you?”
The second the words come out he hears how bad it sounds, watching as your face falls and he rushes to explain that he was just trying to understand what you meant. But it’s too late and you reach a hand up to twist his nipple.
“OW! Holy Jesus-“ he gasps in pain, moving his body to try and pull away but you follow easily, pushing him into the nearest supply closet you can.
By the time you actually let go he is red in the face, using his hand to rub the sore spot and trying to glare. “Do I wanna know where you -NO OW!”
“Take it back!” You order, already twisting his second nipple which makes him gasp and move to twist your ear.
A gasp of pain slips from you and you let go of him to pull back, both of you glaring at eachother.
He’s panting, and so are you, adrenaline coating your nerves.
“What’s going on lately?” He snaps, still rubbing the sore spot as you glare back.
“You tell me.”
“No you tell me! What did I do? Do I embarrass you? Or maybe I just annoy you-“
“Bold of you to say! All you and your friends can talk about is how much I annoyed you!” You snap back.
“Who said that? Tell me and I-“
“You said it!”
“When would I ever say that?! Is it that night at your house, because sorry if I didn’t want to hang out with you and your boyfriend!” You shove his shoulder lightly and he gasps before doing it back. Acting like literal children.
You keep shoving each other, back and forth over and over until a laugh slowly starts leaching from both of you. And suddenly it was normal again, not that angry yelling that’s been between you guys for months.
“Freak.” You giggle.
“Princess.” He laughs back, but then he is peering at you, hands on his hips as he tries to figure out how to fix this.
But then, without really thinking, you are on him. Your arms wrapping around his neck as you shove your lips to his, his hands immediately flying to your hips as he lets out a surprised grunt while he catches you.
He’s still as a board for the first second, his brain taking a moment to catch up before he is diving into the kiss himself, grip on your hips tightening as he devours you in the kiss.
A small moan slips past his lips into yours, pulling you in as tight as he can, making sure to wrap his arms around your waist to make sure you stay close.
When you manage to pull back you smile, seeing his eyes closed and eyebrows pinched as he takes a breath in. “Gareth was-“
“OH YOU UTTER-“ in an instant his blissful daze is broken as you tear yourself from him, snatching the handle of the closet and storming out leaving him confused and breathless.
His brain registers finally, managing to pull himself together the slightest bit so he can chase after you, reaching for the handle and giving it a pull as he thinks about what he will say.
You just kissed him, you just did what he has been dying to do for years and then you ran.
“What the fuck?” He snaps when the door won’t open by the third pull, the handle stuck. “YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!”
It’s another 30 minutes before someone is there to help him out, the janitor giving him a confused look as Eddie hauls out of there.
-
Un-freaking-believable.
You kiss that man child, give it your all and the first thing he says once you’re done is your brothers name. What a freaking imbecile. What a dumb ass. What a-
“Hey girl, you okay?” Someone asks, pulling your attention to where Maria is standing, wearing her cutest party outfit with a small smile playing off her lips. “You were mumbling angrily about a man child.”
“I….. ugh.” You groan, dropping the brush as all the girls turn to you with excitement.
“Tell us everything.” Chrissy smiles.
“How did he feel? Were there fireworks?” Maria asks.
“Oh my god, he definitely seems like he knows what he is doing.” Abigail giggles and you watch them all in shock as they stare back.
“What?”
“Your first kiss! How was it?” Chrissy explains, eager to know.
“I….. I didn’t kiss Steve Har-“
“Ew, of course not you have standards.” Maria laughs. “But you’re obviously frustrated about a boy and I’m betting you finally kissed Munson.”
“You….. you guys know I-?” You can’t find the words, embarrassment clawing at you as they all giggle and cheer at having caught you.
“Oh my god, were his lips soft?” Abigail squeals.
“Was he gentle? Or like possessive? I love possessive guys.” Maria groans.
“Did he treat you like heaven? Oh he’s always got this love sick look when you walk by!” Chrissy kicks her feet, all three really excited.
“Yes. Yes and yes. And no, he actually- ugh- he only sees me as Gareths little sister.” You whine, falling into the bed. “I kiss him and for a second it’s just like, amazing, and when we stopped kissing I was expecting this romantic thing. Maybe he would be all like ‘wow’ or tell me I’m beautiful. You know what the first word he said was?”
“What?”
“Gareth.” You explain, and they all gasp like it’s the worst thing in the world. So, ever the amazing friend, you sit up and start telling them everything.
“I kind of like the way your brother protects you,” Maria blushes. “I mean the boys at Hawkins are all so…. “
“Sex crazed?” Abigail finishes the thought.
“Yes. And Gareth has always been respectful to me.” Maria smiles.
“Do you have a crush on my brother?” You giggle, staring at her.
“No!” She blurts, then smiles a bit. “Okay maybe.”
And just like that all 4 of your are laughing and planning for the party.
-
The party at Jason Carvers house was the last place Eddie Munson wanted to be, truthfully he wasn’t even sure he was allowed. The good news is he hadn’t been kicked out because he was the dealer.
So he pretended like he was there to sell, really he was looking around for you. This was a last minute plan to talk to you, figure out where he had went wrong and try to fix it.
Figure out how to kiss you again but he’d take anything at this point, even a friendship. He’d keep his feelings in check.
30 minutes in to the party and he was beginning to think it was a bust, but then there you were, surrounded by 3 other girls he was sure were on the team, as they all passed by glaring at everyone like they were the queens of the universe.
And they were, all of them beautiful and untouchable. Especially you.
It’s like the earth stopped spinning whenever you walked in the room, Eddie’s lungs expanding as he stared at the way you greeted everyone, or rather everyone lunged to greet you.
Eddie went to greet you, then thought vetter of it and moved to the back of the room and started to talk to the kid that had money waiting for him.
He keeps along the sidelines of the party, letting you do your thing as he tries to come up with what to say.
Remember when you rocked my world less than 7 hours ago? Yeah that was amazing and I miss you.
“You okay there bud?” Someone asks, pulling his attention to where Maria, co captain of the cheer team, is smiling at him over her cup.
“Yeah, just came in for a refill.” He nods to the keg, an obvious lie since he would never drink that piss water.
“Right. Okay.” She smiles, and he moves to grab a cup and fill it up so it looks like the truth. “It’s cute, the way they all crowd around her.”
He, without needing to ask, looks for you immediately . Spotting you by the pool surrounded by a bunch of guys, all desperate to talk to you.
“Yeah I guess.” He shrugs, spine tense and doing his best not to clench the cup in his fist.
“Well the guys surrounding her aren't what’s cute. It’s the way she keeps looking for you.” Maria giggles, obviously too drunk to keep her eyes open. “Look, right there.”
Sure enough he sees you look around, bored of the conversation at hand as one of the guys snakes his arm around your waist.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing, feet already moving as Maria giggles out while he dashed outside right at the moment the tool throws you both in the booth as you scream.
His breath stops and he waits a moment for you to emerge, your eyes immediately meeting as you struggle to get to the edge of the pool, the strap of the dress you wore broken.
The girls are all there to help you as the tool, Tommy something, reaches to pull you back in. Eddie makes quick work of pushing him in with his foot, and snatching you from the water while doing his best to make sure you’re not too exposed.
“You okay?” He whispers, hand sliding up your body to cover your breast as you try to fix the strap quickly.
“Y-yeah.” You sniffle, obviously holding back tears. “I’m fine.”
The girls, your friends, are all yelling at Tommy and the other cheerleaders soon join and start throwing stuff at him in the water, Harrington pushing him back in whenever he tries to crawl out.
“He was just being silly.” You try to ease yourself, struggling with the strap of the dress. “I don’t know why I’m upset.”
“You were just thrown into water. It’s okay to be upset.” He smiles, shrugging off his jacket and moving to place it around you so you’re covered. “You wanna leave?”
“Yes please.” You nod, and he gets to moving, pulling you with him as your 3 friends all wave and smile like they know something, cooing out a “bye eddie.” At the same time.
He gives them a tight wave, helping you out since you seemed to have lost a heel in the pool.
“Is this even considered a dress?” He scoffs, leading you to his van.
“It’s very popular in france.” You answer, letting him pull you down the street where his van is hidden, helping you into the back of it.
-
By the time he pulls into the trailer park he can’t hear you, which means you're definitely passed out back there, and he feels guilty over every pothole and bump he hits before he is pulling into his regular parking spot.
Wayne’s car is gone so he assumes his uncle is already at work, hopping out of the van and going along the back to open the door you’re closest to. The blanket had moved around a bit, exposing your legs to him and the smallest sight of your panties that has him feeling guilty and quickly readjusting the blanket as he rubs circles on your back to wake you up.
“Let’s go princess.” He hums, helping you crawl out and get into the house.
“It smells like….”
“Sorry.” He blushes, embarrassed. “I didn’t really clean like I normally did whenever you came over.”
“It’s fine. I was gonna say it smells like you.” You mumble, waiting for his cue to go further into the trailer. It was odd for him, watching you wait, and he’s suddenly reminded about all the time you’ve been separated. This wasn’t a regular movie night, you hadn’t had one of those in months. You probably didn’t feel comfortable being here.
“I c-can go turn on the shower so it’s hot for you. Give you a moment to relax.” He offers, smiling when you nod before moving to the bathroom to start the shower. He knocks on Wayne’s bedroom door just in case before waltzing into the bathroom and starting the water, making sure the shampoo and body wash are both ready for you and setting up a towel for you to use.
When the bathroom starts steaming he moves to go get you, jumping a little when he runs into you at the door.
“Sorry!” He blurts, trying to step out of your way. You shrug, moving past him and into the bathroom, not waiting for him to leave before you shuck his sweater off and move to take the dress off.
“Help…” you mumble, struggling to roll the fabric off since it was soaking wet and unable to reach the zipper.
So he moves forward, ready to help you, until you stop him. “Shut the door Eds, you’re letting all the warm air out.”
He rushes to shut the door for you, tripping over his feet and accidently falling into the door which makes it slam shut and you gasp out. “Are you okay?”
“Yep. Yeah. Fine.” He mumbles, standing straight and trying to play it off like it was smooth. “Y-you still want help?”
“Yes.” You nod, watching him closely to make sure he is okay before turning back around and fixing your hair so he can see the zipper.
With shaky hands he slides it down, enjoying the way your skin shivers at the feel of his fingers down your back, before he helps you slide the fabric off your hips for it to land on the floor.
Your skin is cold from the fabric, and it reminds him of coming in after a snowball fight and having to fight to get the jeans off leaving him in the damp but not yet wet skin.
Without meaning to his eyes trail across your exposed back, heart stopping when he realizes you had forgone a bra and only had a pair of panties on.
“I….” He tries to find words, watching you turn your head to peer at him over your shoulder. “I’ll go.”
“You’re gonna leave me to shower in silence?” You scoff, slipping the panties off, obviously unaware of the torture you are inflicting when you toss them with the dress and move to step into the shower.
Your legs are shaky, and he’s panicked. You might slip so he moves to help you step into the tub, his hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he makes sure to keep his eyes on your face.
“Stay and talk to me?” You ask, and he’s sure you’re just messing with him. Torturing him as payback as you close the curtain and step into the water.
He sits on the toilet, using the towel he had gotten you as a cover on his lap just in case you peaked your head out, he didn’t need you seeing his massive boner like the freak he was.
“Why were you at the party?” You ask after a moment. “You hate Jason Carver.”
“I needed to sell.” He answers a little too quickly.
“Did I ruin your sell’s since you had to help me leave?” You ask, guilt in your voice. “I’m sorry I-“
“I made enough.” He interrupts you, struggling to breathe in the shirt with the steam. “Why were you at the party? You used to hate Jason Carver too.”
“I still do. Ugh he’s the worst and he’s always following Chrissy around like a little puppy. And he’s so mean to everyone.”
“He’s friends with Adam isn't he?” He finds himself asking, and never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would be gossiping about the jocks. Especially with you.
“Not really, Jason said some really messed up things when Adam told everyone he’s gay.” You explain and Eddie snaps his head towards the direction of the curtain.
“He’s gay?!”
“You can’t tell anyone okay? It’s a secret and he wants to come out himself.” You answer back, and Eddie finds himself standing up.
You must see his figure get up through the curtain, because you open the curtain and peak your upper body out. “You’re not leaving are you?”
“N-no. I’m just shocked. I thought you and Adam were…”
“Absolutely not. Mom would never allow Adam in my room if he we were.” You laugh.
“So that night you invited me for the movie, you weren’t dating him?” He was stupid, so entirely stupid.
“No? Why would I invite your for a movie in front of my boyfriend?” You laugh, and he can’t seem to process anything. Stepping forward so he was within arms length of you.
“So you weren’t inviting me to hang out with you and your boyfriend. You were actually wanting to hang out with me?”
“Yes?” You roll your eyes. “And I know it’s lame. I’m just Gareths little sister and all that-“
You disappear from his view once more, pulling both the curtains into the middle to close off the shower again as you keep going. “But I actually thought you liked hanging out with me. You know? And maybe if I gave you guys space I wouldn’t be the annoying little sister all the time but then that day rolled around and you…. It was silly. I shouldn’t have asked you-“
A small shriek falls from your lips as he whips the right curtain open, glaring at you.
“What the fuck do you mean give us space? Who said what?” He’s angry now, jaw set as he glared. “What’s all this about being annoying and suddenly giving us space. Is that why you don’t sit with us?”
“Yes! You guys just think I’m Gareths annoying little sister!” You snap, and Eddie realizes that you’re completely naked right now, so he quickly shuts his eyes with a groan and pulls the curtain back sharply, keeping it clenched in his fist as he tries to relax.
“We don’t think that.” He snaps, eyes still squeezed shut. Truth was he always tried not to think of you as Gareths little sister, with the amount of times he’s imagined you-
You snap the other curtain to the side, letting some of the water hit his jeans and making his snap his eyes open right as you push your face close to his. “I heard you guys!”
“You heard us? When was this, Princess? Cause I’ve never-“
“The day of my tryouts! I came home and you guys were talking about how annoying I was and-“ he realizes then what you had heard, his eyes widening as he stares at you before he leans forward to catch his lips onto yours, a small gasp falling from you as he lets go of the shower curtain to wrap around you. Only problem was he was leaning into you and you didn’t have a proper stance so you slipped, and he fell forward into the tub, cursing out to try and catch you both as you accidently bit down on his lip.
He keeps one arm around your shoulders, his other catching the tub floor just in time as his body lands on yours.
The water is hitting his back, soaking his clothes as his boner pressed into your naked form, blood leaking from his lip where you bit.
“Are you okay-“ he begins to panic, but you’re already pushing up to pull him into another kiss, moaning at the taste of iron as your hands slide up his hips until they manage to crawl beneath his shirt and feel at his back, trying to inch the shirt off.
He pulls back to lean up, whipping the shirt off and flinging it out of the tub, panting as you try to move so the water doesn’t hit you in the face while he moves to help you.
“It was Paul that day.” He explains. “I don’t know what you think you heard but it was only Paul saying that. Jeff was making fun of him because the tool has a massive crush on you and- shit I’m no better am I? I’ve been dreaming about you every fucking night since I met you.”
And once again, like two magnets, you find yourself kissing him again and he is obsessed with his. Obsessed with your taste and the way your body melds into his own as you press your chest into his. When you reach for his belt buckle he moves a hand down to stop you, shaking his head through the kiss and moving to stand with you.
You follow, clumsy and confused, especially when his hands slide to your hips to turn you around so your back is to his chest.
“What are you-“ your question is met with his hand sliding across your stomach and further down until his fingers find purchase in your folds, a soft moan slipping past your lips that has his blood thrumming.
“Is this okay?” He whispers, feeling the water hit both you as you nod quickly, his name slipping past your lips. “I need to hear it, please.”
“Yes!” You snap, your hand moving to push his wrist to apply pressure. “Eds please!”
So he lets himself, pressing his thumb into your clit as he leans to kiss at your neck, his lip stinging against your skin as you mean out when he moves to slowly press a finger into you.
“You’re not just the annoying little sister.” He whispers into your skin, fully pushing his finger in and wiggling it until he was ready for another, pulling it out to press both in. “I’ve never seen you like that.”
“Eds.” You gasp out, keeping one hand on his arm as the other flies to his hair, clenching and pulling it into your fists.
“If anything princess, I’ve tried talking myself into believing it.” He grunts out, pushing his fingers in quicker than last time. “But you’re not. You’re my girl. Right?”
“Yes.” You blurt quickly, tugging at his hair and tilting your head to try and kiss him. He doesn’t let you, keeping his own lips pressed into your neck.
“You’re my girl?” He asks again, voice deeper as his fingers speed up, his thumb circling your clit. The feeling of your body pressed to his, the way your hips rotate ever so slightly to try and match his movements and accidently rub your ass against his crotch.
His jeans are now soaked, even if they weren’t from the water he is sure he’d have a wet patch from all the pre cum leaking out as he grunts out at the friction.
“Yes. Always.” You answer, gasping at the pleasure.
“Promise?” He grunts, nipping a bit as you try once more to kiss him.
“Eds please!” You cry, hips moving faster as you chase your high on his fingers.
“Promise me princess.” He growls and your eyes squeeze shut, eyebrows pinching together as your face contorts into one of pure pleasure. You barely manage to yell out a quick “swear it.” as you shake against him, making a smile spread across his lips.
“Atta girl.” He coos, finally allowing you to tug him into a kiss, biting down on your lip as you kiss him like your life depended on it. “You wanna go to bed?”
“Yes please.” You sniffle, swiping the bangs from his forehead as he leans to turn off the water; keeping a hand on you at all times while he manages to get you both out of the shower.
Wrapping a towel around you and snatching both your clothes quickly before leading you to his room.
The second he shuts the door behind him he sees you drop the towel and crawl across the bed to fall into the pillows, not even giving him a moment to grab you a shirt.
“Wait. Lemme grab you-“ he starts, struggling to shuck off the soaked jeans and boxers before you are moving to help, helping him step out of them and dragging your hands up his thighs until they reach his hips and you’re pulling him into the bed with you.
“I thought you wanted to sleep?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your collarbone as you both crawl up the bed.
You fall into the pillows, hair splayed out as you smile at him, wrapping your legs around his hips while he covers you both with his comforter, trying to warm up.
“I said go to bed. Not to sleep.” You mumble with a small attitude, canting your hips up into his own which makes him moan loudly. “This is bed, isn’t it?”
“Oh, smarty pants are we?” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he melts into you. His forearms slid under the pillow as he let his body weight lay against yours, kissing you ever so slowly as you tried to wiggle around and make it work. He lifts his hips for a moment to help you out, and once you’re settled he presses into you, beginning to grind himself against your folds as you hug each other close.
“Jesus Christ.” He gasps, eyes squeezed shut as he presses his forehead to your own.
“Who knew the satanist was so religious ?” You tease, pushing your hips forward trying to gain more friction.
“Gotta be right now. It’s not everyday a freak like me has a cheerleader in his bed.” He smiles, kissing the corner of your lips softly.
“I mean it could be.” You offer, making him freeze for a moment. “Or maybe in the drama room. I’ve had tons of ideas about the locker room too.”
“Princess-“ he grunts, reaching a hand to cover your lips. “Please. You’re ruining me.”
You lick his lips and laugh when he pulls away to reach for his nightstands, moving your hips against his and kissing at his chest as he searches, getting more and more frustrated.
“Come on- shit baby- I- please- I gotta find a condom just give me a moment please.” He gasps out, and you smile at him.
“Forget it. I want you. Come on.” You coo and watch him physically shutter, hips pressing into yours tightly as his hands roll into fists and his eyes shut tightly.
“Eds?”
“Stop. Give me - fuck- a moment princess.” He grunts, shaking a bit. “I’m gonna bust before I even start.”
So, being the brat you are, you push your hips up until he is entering you, moaning a bit as he gasps loudly.
“No no no no.” He gasps out, which makes you freeze.
“Is it wrong? I’m sorry?” You panic, moving to pull your hips back quickly which makes his hand snap out to stop you.
“It’s not wrong. I just- I refuse to cum.” He blurts, keeping you in the spot with a tight hold. “I can’t cum so soon.”
“You can.” You whisper, kissing at his neck and nipping at the skin here and there. “I wanna feel it.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you too.” You giggle. “And I need you to move.”
He takes a deep breath in, giving himself one more moment to try not to cum and then begins moving his hips. Slowly at first, moaning softly as you wrap around him perfectly, moving himself so he was laying on top of you and hugging your body to his before he begins a brutal pace of snapping his hips into yours.
You stay close, both hugging each other as he moves, the bed thumping against the wall with each thrust.
Your moans quiet the closer you get to finishing, turning into strangled grunts and mewls as both of you focus in. The sounds of skin slapping just adding to the pleasure of it all as you come undone around him, making him gasp out as he lets go, filling you easily.
“Oh my god.” He breathes out, shoving his nose into your neck as you try to breathe.
“There’s that religion again.” You tease, eyes closing as your body finally relaxes. You don’t hear his response, numbing out a bit, snuggling close until his warmth is ripped from you and you have no choice but to open your eyes.
“No no. You’re not sleeping yet.” He grunts, slapping your thigh lightly before helping you shuffle. “I’ll help you to the bathroom.”
So he puts on a pair of boxers, putting you in one of his band tees and helping you shuffle to the bathroom to pee, and grab a warm washcloth so he can clean you up while kissing all over your face and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
“My good girl.” He murmurs, leaving a kiss on your ear before leading you back to the room and shoving the towels and dirty clothes in his hamper with the washcloth.
You tuck yourself into his bed, waiting for him before you close your eyes and get comfortable.
“Freak.” You whisper out, face pressed into his chest.
“Wannabe.” He murmurs back, playing with your hair as you finally fall asleep.
-
You’re woken up by the shrill ringing in Eddie’s trailer, snapping awake as he lunges up and blinks.
The ringing stops after a minute, and then Wayne’s voice breaks out calling for Eddie.
“The phone!” He calls, making Eddie roll over you to pick up the phone.
You giggle when his body collapses on top of you as he answers, catching the smile he sends your way.
“It’s Eddie.” He grunts, eyebrows shooting up when the person on the other side yells.
“You know where my sister is?! She was supposed to be home last night and-“
“She’s here, calm down. She slept in the couch.”
‘Liar’ you mouth as he rolls his eyes, pinching your side.
“Okay. I’m coming to get her.” You hear Gareth snap before Eddie shakes his head.
“No. I’ll drop her off when she wakes up. I’ll be by for band practice anyways.”
You hear Gareth mumble something out before the receiver clicks and Eddie hangs up on his end.
“How’d he know to call here?” You ask, reaching a hand up to play with his hair.
“He thought we were dating already.”
“Oh?” You laugh before he bites on your collarbone. “Freak.”
“Wannabe.” He grunts out, and before you know it you both are stripping once more, being quiet since Wayne is in the other room.
-
The cafeteria is a mess Monday morning, everyone yelling as some music plays over the speakers to get everyone excited for the game later.
You took a moment to look across the room, not really being able to see much due to how crowded it was, but you made it to the cheer table, saying hi to the girls as they all giggled over the mark on your neck.
“You wanna go sit over there?” You ask your three closest friends, wiggling your eyebrows.
“You’re out of uniform aren’t you?” Jason asks, eyes narrowing at your shirt. Today you had chosen to wear a hellfire shirt over your cheer uniform.
“Technically not.” Steve adds from the next table over, glaring at Jason.
“What happened to your face?” You ask, eyes wide at how bad he looked.
“Byers.” Steve grunts, and you laugh before the girls get up to follow you to the table.
All four of you, (Chrissy, Maria and Abigail) walk up slowly, making all the guys stop and look up.
“Can we sit?” You ask, watching Eddie’s face burst into an excited grin as Gareth quickly snatches a chair for Maria. Abigail and Chrissy take the last two open spots and there was no more room.
“I can grab a chair-“ Eddie starts, already standing to grab one before you shake your head, moving to sit on his lap.
“I’m good here.” You smile, making him smile back and kiss your shoulder through the shirt.
“Are you coming to DnD?” Paul asks as Gareth pretends to gag at you and Eddie.
“No, we have a game tonight that I have to cheer at. But I figured I can wear this until then.” You shrug.
“Where’s yours Eddie?” Paul asks, glaring at the dungeon master.
Eddie raises a brow, and the entire table seems to freeze as they slowly realize that Paul hasn’t figured it out yet, even with you in Eddie’s lap.
“What?” He asks, looking around.
“This is mine.” Eddie mumbles, pinching some of the fabric of your shirt between his fingers.
“You’re wearing his shirt? Gareth, you’re gonna allow that?!”
Another moment of silence passes before the entire table is laughing in his face, Eddie pressing his nose into your back with his hands on your hips as he cackles.
“What’s so funny?! Gareth said none of us could date his sister!”
“No, I said you couldn’t date my sister, nerd bomber.” Gareth laughs.
“What does it matter?” Eddie laughs. “I thought she was Sooooo annoying!”
He imitates Pauls voice for the last part which sends the table into another fit of laughter.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend in canada?” Chrissy asks, turning to you. “That was him right, the one dating the model in canada?”
“W-we broke up. I dumped her.” Paul corrects which makes the girls laugh harder. “You guys suck.”
“And you swallow!” You snatch one of Eddie’s pretzels to throw it at his forehead, hitting him perfectly as he glares.
“Not funny.” He mumbles, and the table absolutely loses it.
-
You’re surprised when you see Eddie leaning against the bleachers that night, now in his hellfire shirt and leather jacket as you get ready to perform with the girls.
When he spots you looking he sends a wink, crossing his arms as he watches the routine. When you’re done you dash over as the game starts, giving him a quick kiss.
“Aren’t you supposed to be-?”
“I had a couple minutes. Thought I’d come see what all the excitement was about.” He smiles, surveying the game going on from your spot in the corner.
“What do you think?”
“Well seems pretty boring to watch Harrington and Carver fumble around, but there was this really smoking cheerleader.” He chuckles making you roll your eyes.
“Freak.”
“Wannabe.”
“Brute.”
“Brat.”
“Airhead.”
“Princess.” He smiles, kissing you one more time. “You wanna come watch the campaign?”
“I have to dance at halftime and cheer them on. You’ll tell me about it later though?” You ask, giving him your best doe eyes.
“You got it.” He smiles, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles before shaking it so the Pom Pom shakes. “Decide on what movie for tonight?”
“I might be willing to give Texas Chainsaw one more shot.” You smile. “I think you deserve it.”
You already know he won’t make it 10 minutes into the movie without jumping your bones anyways.
“I was thinking breakfast club.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Cause I might actually want to watch the movie.” You tease before Chrissy calls you.
Giving him one more kiss before dashing to cheer with the girls, Eddie watches you for a moment before leaving to go play DND.
The second you both are done you meet by the drama room doors so that you can go to his place for movie night, a new routine you had built up.
Weekends were for your friends; these nights were for just you two.
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Eddie Doesn't Share Food
Love is sharing food.
a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1131 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G
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It’s a common fact among Hellfire that Eddie doesn’t share food easily. He can provide food to everyone and if he knows you’re going without, he’ll gladly give you all of his share, or at the very least a good portion of it. But outside of a necessity or hosting an event, Eddie’s not one to share.
When they get a basket of fries for the table after games, Eddie takes handfuls at a time. He’ll eat one and place the rest on a napkin in front of him. He’ll eat a few here and there, grab a few more from the basket, and then eat the remainder from his napkin.
They’ll all be sharing bites and trying each other’s meals when they’re out to eat, swapping onion rings for fries and bites of steak for the grilled chicken, but not Eddie. Never Eddie. If you even ask for a bite of his food, he’ll give you that stare, the one he usually saves for his villain NPCs or when you ask a dumb question in Hellfire.
So you can imagine Dustin’s surprise when Eddie splits his burger with Steve unprompted.
“Are you sure, man?” Steve asks, taking the sandwich from Eddie’s hands.
Eddie nods, already reaching to take a bite of his half. “Go for it.”
Steve shrugs. “Want a part of mine?” He offers his plate, where his BLT is already cut in half and one side is completely untouched.
“Sure,” Eddie says.
Dustin looks between the two of them, unable to even touch his chicken fingers, as they go back to eating like this is a completely normal thing for them to do. And if it was literally anyone else other than Eddie fucking Munson, Dustin may be inclined to agree that it is. But since Eddie is the initiating party, it is assuredly not normal.
And he knows a thing or two about freaky things.
“Close your mouth,” Steve says as he tosses a fry at him. “You’ll catch flies and I am not about to perform the heimlich because you decided to swallow flies instead of fries.”
Eddie snorts, smirking through his mouthful.
Dustin scrubs his face, then shakes his head so hard his hat nearly falls off. “What am I looking at?” he asks, eyes narrowed at Eddie.
“We’re eating. It’s what you’re supposed to do at lunch, Henderson,” Eddie says. He reaches forward to thump the bill of Dustin’s cap so it falls over his forehead. “If you don’t hurry it up, we’re leaving you here and heading to the movie without you.”
“You wouldn’t,” Dustin says.
“Try us,” Steve says, shrugging as he wipes his mouth.
Dustin opens his mouth, then closes it. He’s not about to goad Steve into a dare. He’s seen how that plays out one too many times. Instead, he vows to see if this is a singular occurrence or if it happens again.
Which it does, the next week when they’re setting up for Hellfire.
Eddie’s got a bag of chips in his hands as he looks over his notes, leaning back into his chair. They’re all talking amongst themselves as Eddie gets in the zone, regrouping for the session and filling in Jeff on what he missed since he had to miss the last session for a family thing.
Steve brings a two-liter in and some red solo cups, filling it up for everyone who wants the pop. “What about you, Eds?” Steve asks, leaning against the back of Eddie’s chair.
“Yes, please,” Eddie says, glancing up from his notebook. He’s holding a chip, has been for a moment, likely too lost in his thoughts to remember he was snacking to begin with. And Dustin has the honors of watching, horrified, as Eddie offers Steve the chip. Only, Steve doesn’t take it like a normal person, he dips down and lets Eddie place the chip into his mouth.
“Thanks,” Steve says as he leaves Eddie’s freshly poured cup on the side table Eddie has next to his chair. Then he disappears back into the kitchen.
Eddie just smiles and goes back to his notebook, hand fumbling for the bag to grab another.
Dustin whips around to his companions, eyes wide and gesturing toward their dungeon master. “You guys saw that, right?”
Gareth’s eyes are narrow, but he nods. “He’s been brainwashed,” he mumbles.
“Or maybe he’s just growing up,” Jeff says.
“Eddie?” Mike scoffs. “Please. The guy’s so stubborn he’d rather die than give up his beliefs. And not sharing food is one of his biggest ones.”
“Apparently not,” Lucas says, motioning to the bag of chips Eddie’s still digging through.
It happens again when Steve comes back in to say he’s running to the store, pausing only to take the offered chip from Eddie, this time like a normal person.
They don’t even get a chance to process it before Eddie’s announcing the start of the session.
Dustin racks his brain on a way to bring it up, to investigate further, but once again, he doesn’t get the chance.
He’s staying the night at Steve’s, with Eddie and Robin, to watch movies and celebrate Steve’s birthday in a lowkey way. The four of them are relaxing and enjoying the night together, simple and quiet in comparison to the party’s usual festivities.
Steve dishes out the small cake Robin had made him, slicing and passing out plates to all three of them. He doesn’t take one for himself though. Instead, he plops back down onto the couch and practically sits on Eddie, tucking himself under Eddie’s arm.
Eddie offers a bite of his cake, unprompted and like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.
All Dustin can do is watch as Eddie and Steve alternate bites, eating from the same slice like they were a couple or somethi–
Oh.
Dustin feels like his brain is hit with a thousand thoughts at the speed of light as it all falls into place. Huh. Okay then. He leans back into the recliner he’s sitting in, his own plate held close to his chest, and lets himself enjoy the too-sweet icing. It tastes like how he feels; happiness and wonder in the form of cake and icing.
If Eddie’s willing to share his food with Steve, then he must really love him and that’s the kind of love Steve deserves.
He feels like he could burst with happiness for his friends, for the possibilities this will open for them. Rather than express those thoughts, even if he really wants to, Dustin shoves the biggest bite into his mouth and does a little dance.
Steve laughs at him, eyes all crinkly and bright even as he accepts another bite from Eddie. Yeah, Dustin could get used to seeing Steve that happy.
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Thanks to @lady-lostmind for betaing!
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Battle scars | Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Steve opens up about being self conscious of his ‘new’ body
Word count: 0.8k
Warning: mention of scars
Request: Steve Harrington x reader + prompt 3 ! (‘’I’m naked!’’ - ‘’Was that supposed to stop me from coming in?’’)
A/N: Seeing Steve’s back is breaking my heart. This is also not how I had planned this fic to go, but I got sidetracked - as always
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‘’I’m changing! I’m naked!’’ Steve screeched in a panic when you almost walked in on him changing.
A little laugh left your lips. ‘’Was that supposed to stop me from coming in?’’ You let go of the doorknob, and stopped, respecting his request for privacy.
Being best friends and neighbors for ten years, you and Steve were past the shyness of changing in front of each other - with underwear on. You had gone swimming together in your underwear way too often to be shy around each other.
You knew details about Steve’s body that would make girls jealous. Like the mole he had at the back of his left thigh or that he wasn’t tickling, unless you poked the right spot under his armpit.
''Did you catch any weird things?'' you asked through the door, trying to find an explanation to his sudden modesty. ''I told you not to go out with Heidi. Everyone knows she gave herpes to Gareth.’’
Steve opened his door, wearing a polo and jeans. ''I don't have herpes. I didn't even have sex with Heidi.''
‘’Whatever you say.’’ You flopped on Steve’s bed like it was your own and began fiddling with one of his pillows. ‘’I wanted to ask if you wanted to go swimming. My friends blew me off.’’
It was only May, but Steve’s pool was heated, which was perfect for when it’s getting warm in late spring.
‘’I’m good. But you can go swimming if you want. The pool guy came yesterday, it’s all clean.’’
‘’Are you serious? You never miss on a swim.’’
He shrugged. ‘’I don’t feel like swimming, that's all.’’
You knitted your eyebrows suspiciously, not believing him. ‘’What is up with you? You won’t go swimming with me, you won’t have sex with girls and you screamed murder when I almost walked in on you changing even though it’s never been a big deal.’’
‘’Some things have changed…physically and I just don’t feel comfortable. Can you drop it, now?’’
‘’Since when is Steve Harrington insecure about his body? Since the day you got taken in Hawkins’s swim and basketball team, you’ve been jumping on any occasions to take off your shirt and flash that body.’’ You paused, trying to think of an explanation. ‘’Did you…gain weight or something? Because if it’s that, know that I don’t give a shit.’’
‘’It’s not that.’’ Steve sighed, pushing his face in his hands, profusely annoyed by all your questions.
‘’Then what is it?’’
He sat on the edge of his bed, giving in. ’’I’m not King Steve anymore. I…do you remember the bats? In the Upside Down?’’
You shivered. The scene was engraved in your head. Steve on the ground, the bats biting and feeding on him and strangling him. The bruise around his neck had faded out completely by now, but it gave you quite the fright.
‘’Yeah.’’
‘’They fed on me, torn flesh and scratched, they dragged me for miles- My body is not the same anymore. I’m not smooth skin and perfect chest.’’
Your mouth formed a ‘o’. He meant scars. Your heart sank. He thinks his scars make him less beautiful.
‘’Steve. You almost died and you’re worried about scars?’’
The way you were saying it, like it was no big deal, didn't apply to Steve's scars. It was for small scars. Ones you can easily hide or won't even notice unless you know they're there. A burn from a frying pan or a bike injury.
Steve's scars were much deeper than that. He saw them like a burn victim's or a bear attack surviror's. They were impossible to dissimulate unless covered with clothing.
‘’You don’t get it. It’s on my back, my stomach- They’re healing, but they’re still fucking gnarly.’’
You would totally respect it if he said 'no', but you had to ask. ‘‘Can I...can I see?’‘
He hadn't showed his scars to anyone - at all. Unless you counted the day Nancy wrapped his stomach with the bottom of her shirt so he wouldn't bleed out.
The idea of someone seeing his them made him uncomfortable. He was scared to be judged, scared someone will be disgusted or think less of him. Scared it will make him less attractive to others' eyes. That's why he couldn't take his shirt off in front of people anymore. Why he didn't want to go swimming or have sex with girls.
There was hesitation in his hazel eyes, but he ended up reaching for the bottom of his polo and pulling it over his head, revealing his biggest insecurity to you.
The first thing you saw was his mangled back, the skin resembling a burn victim's. Or fallen angel that got its wings removed.
You dragged your fingertips along the broken skin, feeling the rises and crevices of the second degree road rash. Tears welled in your eyes, remembering how smooth it used to be. The moles were still there, visible in transparency.
Without thinking, you kissed his shoulder, right above the scar. You would kissed his scar, but you didn't know if it was tender to touch.
‘‘W-what are you doing?’‘ Steve asked, his back stiffening under your lips.
‘‘Kissing your scars.’‘
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Not that I’m sure how many people will be interested but this was my mixing set up for Macbeth at the Donmar Warehouse (just a couple of buttons/faders I promise!)
This is a rough breakdown of the different parts. The second desk was added part way through rehearsals when we realised we were running out of space on the main desk! It turned into our band desk which was then automated. It should go without saying but the sound designer on this show, Gareth Fry, is something of a genius with making everything work!
Did I get a new label maker during rehearsals so I could label this...yes, yes I did. Did I also have great fun trying to find the right images...also yes.
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I'm Glad My Dad Died
mungrove | slightly expanded version of fic written for @strangerthingscharityzine | ao3
.🌱.💀.🌱.
Billy had a secret: he was glad his dad was dead. So glad that even when his mom sold their house in Ocean Beach and moved them to Hawkins, Indiana, uprooting him from his friends and the sea and everything Billy loved, he still wouldn’t go back to the way things were. Given the options—California, dad alive; or Indiana, dad dead—he’d pick the second every time.
He would, even though Hawkins was its own hell. Learned the hard way that among prepubescent country bumpkins, embroidered roses on your shirt and hair like Shirley Temple bought you a one-way ticket to Loserville.
It was the fall of 1979. Disco was dying and former flower children were gearing up to vote for Reagan. Kumbaya over, time to make America great again.
So, yeah—sixth grade sucked, but stuff at home was world’s better. They were living with Aunt Doris—because San Diego was too expensive, his mom said, and wouldn’t it be nice to get a fresh start?
Mom was really into the whole fresh start thing—which Billy suspected was fueled by guilt and determination to be the kind of mother she hadn’t been before. And… he appreciated that. He did.
But—he wished she would stop? Put down the pen, step away from the extracurricular sign-up sheets.
Because if the outfit put a target on his back, swim team aimed the bow, and band fired the arrow.
You’ll miss the water, honey. And you love music!
She wasn’t wrong. He did love those things—but not enough to willingly wear a Speedo in public or blunder through some Beethoven on the flute. Also in public.
Oh—why the flute? Because she’d fed him a steady diet of hippie tunes from the cradle and knew how much he dug Jethro Tull. Perfectly reasonable explanation—his peers would definitely understand.
Here lies Billy Hargrove, innocent victim of social homicide.
The bullying was relentless, but Billy figured he could take it. No middle school bully could come close to the one he’d lived with all his life.
You know, the one he was glad was dead.
.🌱.💀.🌱.
Billy hadn’t wanted to attend the talent show, but Mom insisted it was important to support his friends. By which she meant her friends—women she’d been palling around with who had kids in said show.
Kids she’d been aggressively arranging playdates with like Billy was five.
Patrick’s talent was making twenty free-throw shots in a row. Robin’s was singing “This Land is Your Land” in four different languages. His mom and Mrs. Buckley had laughed about keeping the less than patriotic lyrics, assuming the Spanish rendition would fly over people’s heads.
Billy felt bad even thinking it, but he did wonder if his mom pushing these particular friends at him was part of her fresh start campaign.
Pat was black. Robin was a girl. And his dad had a habit of muttering snide remarks about anyone who wasn’t a WASP packing a sizable stinger—who wasn’t a clone of Neil Hargrove, basically.
And look, Pat and Robin were—fine. But he knew and they knew that they were only hanging out because their moms wanted them to, which was awkward as hell. Made his palms sweat whenever they were together or whenever they said hi at school despite him being a fairy freak according to kids whose opinions mattered.
They were nice, but it felt like pity. Embarrassing in a way that made him shrivel up inside.
So he wasn’t in the best mood, slumped in the auditorium between his mother and Doris, praying no one pelted him with shit from behind. Mom felt crappy enough about all those years with Neil—Billy didn’t need her kicking herself for scooping him out of the fire and into a frying pan.
Pat set a record—28 in a row—and Billy clapped. Robin sang her song wearing a daisy crown, and Billy clapped. Dully, he watched as stagehands set up the next act, hauling out a drum kit.
Gareth, this shrimpy sixth grader, sat at the drums. Then an eighth grader came out, followed by a couple kids in seventh, the former bearing an electric guitar, one of the latter a bass. The guitarist waved, leaned into the mic—skinny guy with a buzzcut, eyes big and dark as an alien.
We are Corroded Coffin—paused as a contingent of the audience went nuts—and this song is called Paranoid.
In the next row, a kid whispered, excited: Think they’ll make Coleman pull the plug again?
Gareth banged his drumsticks, counting them off.
The opening riffs were like nothing Billy had heard before—this grind of chords that rattled teeth, thrummed in the chest. He straightened, compelled forward, a fishing line hooked deep.
Buzzcut was bent over the strings so low that all you could see was the top of his head, a fuzzy cue ball. Then Gareth kicked in, and the front man wailed the first verse, this nasal staccato, sort of speak-singing.
Billy scrambled to decipher the rapidfire—caught bits of the first verses. Then the bridge begged for help, and the rest landed loud and clear.
I need someone to show me
The things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make
true happiness
I must be blind
The words were meant for him—just for Billy. It’s me. The guitarist leapt, plunged into a driving solo. The song’s about me.
Make a joke and I will sigh
And you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel
And love to me is so unreal
Helpless, Billy turned to his mom, who grinned, whispering they’re great, aren’t they? He could only nod, swinging back to the guitarist, riveted until the final blaring note.
For Christmas, Billy unwrapped the smallest package under the tree—a cassette. It was all he’d asked for: Black Sabbath’s greatest hits album.
Because that night of the talent show, he sold his soul for rock n’ roll.
More specifically, for heavy metal.
More secretly, for the boy with the big brown eyes.
Eddie, he’d found out at school the next day, gossip overheard at lunch. The boy was Eddie.
Eddie Munson.
And whenever Billy caught a glimpse of him, the rest of that year, he thrummed like an electric guitar.
.🌱.💀.🌱.
Unfortunately, his passion for headbanging and powerchords did not meaningfully improve the remainder of middle school, and by the time he walked the stage at eighth grade graduation, Billy resolved to make a change—give himself a fresh start on his terms.
First, he mowed endless lawns and bought a new wardrobe: bootcut jeans with matching boots, which lent him some height and a certain swagger; button downs in dark colors worn open to his sternum and white tees like the crew from Outsiders; a bitchin’ leather jacket.
His hair had progressed from Shirley Temple to Farrah Fawcett, so he trotted to the barber for a Bon Jovi bi-level. Almost chickened out at the mall when he got his ear pierced, but loved the way the earring swung from his left lobe… though the right would’ve been more accurate.
He quit band and swim. Thought maybe he’d try basketball instead, and enlisted Pat to help him practice.
They were actual buddies by then.
Lastly, he took up smoking. Marlboro Reds, because they were badass. Soldiered through the pack all summer, suppressing a gag on every pull till he was puffing like a chimney.
August before ninth grade, Pat’s brother let them tag along to a party at the quarry; if Billy got in good with upperclassmen, it could pave the way to social acceptance—maybe even… popularity?
Total pipe dream, but then… it worked.
That night was one for the record books: first time smoking dope, shot-gunning a beer… first time a girl went down on him.
First time he’d seen Eddie in two years. Wouldn’t even have recognized him, except the eyes hadn’t changed. Eddie was a junior and looked it: taller, wild dark hair to his shoulders, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. He made a brief appearance and vanished—there to sell some supply, not socialize.
Billy wished he’d stayed. Admitted then what he was most excited about for high school: the chance to see Eddie Munson again.
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Ironically, the object of Billy’s obsession had suffered a fall from grace in the transition to the big leagues: swirling rumors swore he was a Satan-worshiping anarchist and a burnout to boot. A weirdo who played geeky games with his loser friends.
Except—unlike Billy, Eddie didn’t give a fuck. While Billy strutted around vaguely unsettled, ill at ease with his costume, this immersive performance for the foreseeable future, Eddie had unveiled his freak flag—reveled in it, let it fly.
Regret gnawed at him, grew in Billy’s gut—knew if he were a little braver, he could trash this cool kid stuff and…
End of Eddie’s senior year, Billy was sick at heart. Knew he’d missed his shot.
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So imagine his confusion, surprise—his hidden euphoric delight—when Billy spotted that dark mop atop a wiry frame loping across the parking lot on the first day of eleventh grade.
Eddie should have graduated, but for whatever reason… hadn’t.
Thus, a new resolution: seize this chance. Be Eddie’s friend.
By second semester, Billy had worked his way up to casual chit chat and also, incidentally, was a raging pothead—so much so that his mother was worried, and she had spent the 60s stoned out of her gourd.
Let him experiment, Doris advised, winking at Billy over dinner. His grades are fine. What’s the harm?
The following evening, Doris showed him her special cookies stashed in the freezer, cautioning him to only ever take one bite and be patient. Billy asked if he could give one to his friend.
Top tier moment, right up there with Dad dying. Eddie’s eyes lit up all starry, demanded Billy come hang so they could make like Keebler—try the old elfin magic—and Billy was blessed to learn that Loaded Eddie = Handsy Eddie.
Blessed and cursed, because Eddie learned that Blazed Billy = Honest Billy. Tell me a secret, Eddie said, tickling. Tell me a secret.
Nothing happened. Eddie was just… affectionate. Bit of a snuggler. Who now knew he was the reason Billy was such a metalhead.
And that Billy was glad—about his dad.
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Eddie was held back again, and suddenly math and history were Billy’s favorite classes because Eddie sat next to him in the back row. Seemed to do decently with Billy there egging him on.
Thus, his final resolution: graduate with Eddie. Drag him across the finish line if necessary. Billy held study sessions he didn’t need at the library after school, invited Eddie to join—and Eddie did.
Eddie invited Billy to come see his band play at a local bar on Tuesdays—and Billy did.
Tell me a secret, Eddie said one weekend, when they were sharing a bowl, and Billy snorted, gazed into bloodshot eyes. Glad you got held back. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be doing this. Eddie smirked, soft. Getting high? Billy laughed. Hanging out.
Billy turned eighteen that March, and the Buckleys and McKinneys came over to celebrate, as usual. Unusual was the doorbell as they were about to eat, Eddie and Wayne trooping in, sorry for being late.
Robin picked up on something that night—cornered him in the bathroom. Are you and Eddie…? Billy went tight, and she rushed to reassure. It’s okay if you are. I am, too. So Billy breathed, calmed. I am. I dunno if he is. Robin arched her brow. From where I’m sitting, odds are good.
Billy spent weeks yanking hope by the roots.
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Come May, they walked in green cap and gown—hugged in the milling crowd, Eddie cackling wet in his ear, a clinging koala. Didn’t think I could do it.
Billy brought him along to Robin’s graduation party. In the backyard, her old childhood treehouse beckoned, and they heeded the call.
Tell me a secret, Eddie said, sitting back against mossy boards. They weren’t even high. He flicked Billy’s earring—set his heart swinging. That should be on the other side, Billy said, and stared until Eddie flushed red, understood. I got a secret, he said, and Billy didn’t dare to know but did.
Eddie said it: I’ve wanted to kiss you all year.
A click as Billy swallowed, bone dry. Then do it.
And Eddie did.
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#mungrove#when characters meet as kids you know the drill#apologies to jennette mccurdy#eddie munson#billy hargrove#guest appearances from billy's mom robin buckley and pat mckinney
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Star Child Part 8
Out of the frying pan, but did they land in the fire? Steve certainly thinks so.
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Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin had barely gotten to the parking lot when suddenly all their phones were blowing up. Steve had tried contacting Eddie first, but when that failed, he had tried all of them. Whatever it was the matter, it certainly had freaked Steve out enough to try and get a hold them by any means necessary.
Jeff was the one that managed to answer his phone before Steve hit voicemail and called one of the others.
“Hey, man,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
“Is everyone okay?” Steve asked, his voice trembling.
“I’m going to put you on speaker so you can hear all of us at once, okay?” Jeff said soothingly.
“Yeah...” Steve muttered. “Yeah.”
Jeff put it on speaker and one by one the others chimed in.
“Gareth here,” he said, “You’re kinda freaking us out, man.”
“Are you guys still at the club?” Steve gasped.
“No, dude,” Brian said. “That place is creepy as fuck.”
“You got out okay?” Steve asked, his voice cracking from emotion.
“Stevie baby,” Eddie cooed. “I’m okay. But um...you’re not going to like this.”
“Your Uber driver is pissed you left him hanging?” Steve breathed through the speaker of Jeff’s phone.
All four members looked at each other in shock.
Eddie gulped. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”
“Are you still in the parking lot?” Steve asked.
“Our Uber just pulled up,” Brian said and wandered to the car, but Jeff stopped him.
“Call the driver,” Gareth said. “Make sure it’s the right guy.”
Brian stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at the club. The music could still be dimly heard out here on the pavement. The lights pulsed in a twisted way. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number the app gave him.
And instantly the man in the sedan picked up his phone.
They all sighed in relief.
Brian walked up to the driver’s side window and the man rolled down the window.
“Hey, man,” Brian said, waving his phone. “We’re tourists and wanted to make sure we had the right car. You’re Vince, right?”
“Hey, no troubles,” Vince said. “I’m one of the few drivers willing to pick up from this club, so I get it.”
Dread pooled in Eddie’s stomach. “Steve baby,” he said to Jeff’s phone, “Can I call you back on my phone? It’ll be quick I promise.”
Steve let out a shuddering breath. “Yeah okay.”
Jeff hung up and they piled into the car, Brian taking the front seat. Eddie called Steve up and immediately Steve answered.
“Hey,” Eddie whispered. “What’s got you around the twist, Stevie?”
“I’ll tell you once you’re at the hotel,” Steve said. “But um...I don’t want to hang up.”
“And I won’t,” Eddie murmured. “So talk to me, tell me about how recording is going.”
“We’re stalled out for the moment,” Steve murmured. “The label is pissed that I did four of the five albums in three years and am about to churn out the last one.”
Eddie winced. “You able to do anything about that?”
“Robin and I have a meeting with a kick ass contract lawyer tomorrow,” Steve said with the first hint of smile Eddie’s heard all night. “Plus, Robin is super smart and made it air tight.”
“That’s good, sweetheart,” Eddie said. “You still writing songs for this album?”
“Hell no,” Steve said. “I haven’t wrote anything new for these guys ever. I have notebooks filled with old songs and I pick the ten or so worst songs imaginable and record those.”
Eddie blinked, his jaw dropping. “Are you telling me those absolutely horrific songs that you have been putting out is a deliberate fuck you to your record label?”
Steve laughed, bright and beautiful and Eddie’s heart clenched at the sound. God, if this kept up, Eddie would have to admit to being in love with this boy.
“Yep,” Steve said, popping the P.
Eddie laughed too. “Oh my god, that makes so much more sense, because you are so fucking talented...”
“And those songs are shit?” Steve teased.
“You have no idea, Stevie,” Eddie said grinning.
The car came to a stop and they were at their hotel.
“We’re at the hotel,” Eddie said as they all piled out.
Steve let out another shuddering breath. “‘Kay, now stay in the lobby or go to the restaurant.”
Jeff and Eddie share glance as they do as Steve asked.
They all huddle around the phone at a table in the hotel restaurant. They order drinks and an appetizer.
“What’s going on, Steve?” Brian asked.
“Okay,” Steve said, “I want to apologize for the cloak and dagger routine, but you guys were in the club of the biggest crime lord in the Austin area.”
The Corroded Coffin boys went offline.
After a moment Gareth squeaked, “Come again?”
“I’m going to send you a link to the documentary I did the voice over for a couple years back on the guy,” Steve said. “But the tl’dr of the whole thing is that he is absolutely the most dangerous man you’ll ever meet.”
“Fuck,” Eddie hissed. “I pissed him off.”
Steve let out a noise that was somewhere in the vicinity of a whimper and a scream. “Why?”
“He wanted me to stay in town tomorrow,” Eddie explained, “and let the band take the bus to the next venue and then I would take his private jet to Santa Fe to be in time for the sound check.”
“Oh,” Steve breathed as though he had been sucker punched. “Oh god. I’m so glad you turned him down, but Jesus H Christ, Eds.”
Eddie nodded even though Steve couldn’t see him. “What would have happened, Stevie?” There was silence. “Don’t. Don’t go there. Don’t make me find out from a fucking documentary. Just...tell me.”
“Depends on what he wanted from you, I guess,” he whispered.
Eddie closed his eyes and could fill in the rest. Yeah, he wouldn’t have made it out of Austin. He would have been drugged and ‘he’ would send a message to the band that he was staying in Austin with Henry Creel. And then probably dropped off a complete mess, addicted to all kinds of drugs and drunk off his ass in the middle of nowhere when Henry was done with him.
“Shit, Steve-o,” Jeff murmured. “What would this dude want with Eddie?”
“My guess?” Steve said solemnly. “A pet rockstar. Who better then Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin? He probably would have let Eddie release a couple of solo albums just to prove how much control he had over him, but yeah. It’s fucking terrifying.”
“What should we do?” Gareth asked.
Steve took in a deep breath. “Take a flight to Santa Fe. Have the bus follow behind. Make sure your instruments are on separate bus.”
Jeff let out a whine. “You have to understand how insane that sounds.”
“I know,” Steve murmured. “But I really, really don’t want to read the headline tomorrow night that your tour bus rolled over and you’re dead or in the hospital on life support.”
“Babe,” Eddie said desperate. “I’ll do it for your sake. But shit this sounds batshit crazy.”
“Just–just watch the documentary, okay,” Steve said softly. “And then tell me I’m being paranoid.”
Brian buried his head in his hands and dragged his fingers over his face. “No, I’m with Steve on this one. That place gave of these vibes that screamed death and pain. And if this guy is even an ounce of evil he says he is, then we do as Steve-o says.”
The band looked around the table and then nodded.
*
Later that night when they were huddled in Eddie’s hotel room on the bed as the credits rolled on the documentary Steve sent them, the room as so silent a pin dropping would have sounded like a bomb going off.
“Okay,” Gareth said, his voice trembling. “Does anyone else think Steve undersold how creepy this guy is?”
Brian let out a shaky breath. “Maybe not quite undersold, but yeah, I don’t think there is anyone that would have believed it if not for the documentary.”
“Now I understand why he was blowing up our phones,” Jeff murmured.
But Eddie stayed silent. He tapped out a message on his phone.
-I’m sorry I scared you. But after seeing the doc, I don’t think I could have avoided meeting him if I wanted to.
A brief moment passed before Eddie got a response.
-I’m starting to get that, yeah. I’m so glad you got out of there, you have no idea.
Eddie sighed and laid down on the bed. The rest of the band cuddled around him.
-Looks like Corroded Coffin is avoiding Austin for a while.
Steve message was almost instantaneous.
-I’m sorry sunshine. I’m sorry he picked you.
Eddie shook and Gareth pulled him closer.
-I’m glad you reached out. How did you find out about it anyway?
-Gareth’s ig auto updates his location so fans know where you guys are if you guys are down to party
Eddie kissed Gareth hard on the top of his head. “You absolute menace! I love you!”
Gareth looked up at him confused. “What did I do?”
“Steve found out where we were because your god damn Instagram!” Eddie kissed his head again.
Gareth’s eyes went wide. “Seriously? Mine or CCofficial?”
Eddie asked.
-CCofficial, but it’s the worst kept secret that it’s Gareth that runs it.
“He says official,” he told the band.
Jeff sat up and pulled out his phone. He began searching through the millions of followers on their official Instagram. “Holy shit, guys. He’s been following us for as long as we’ve had ig account.”
Brian shrugged. “We all know he’s a fan. So what if he’s been our fan since the beginning?”
The rest of them thought about that for a minute and then shrugged.
-Good to know
-Me and the boys are all in my hotel room and going to sleep now
Steve sent back a message
-Sweet dreams, and let me know when you’re on your way out of town
-Will do, babydoll
Eddie set his phone on the nightstand and snuggled up with his band. It had been a couple of years since they had to do this, but they all knew they would sleep better together than apart.
One by one the boys dropped off until it was just Eddie watching over the men that had become his family. The Munsons had always run thin aground on the genetic department, but Eddie had found his family as surely as god made them.
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Free Pass (E.M.)
So I was able to swing seeing Metallica when they stopped in Phoenix, and this popped into my head, waiting to get home after the second show. (Seriously, that Uber/Lyft surcharge was no fucking joke. Also, I may need a metal boyfriend.)
WORD: 1.2K
WARNING: language, implied smut, pregnancy
The third image from @themunsonator5000
The concert had been a smashing success.
You and Wayne had saved up to gift Eddie concert tickets to see Metallica in Indianapolis, complete with a hotel room for the night so you both wouldn't have to drive back in the dead of the night. You and Eddie arrived early to get as close to the stage as possible, slowly inching your way to the front until you were almost at the stage by the time the boys went on. You had thrashed and moshed, sang at the top of your lungs to every song, and at one point, you were simply watching Eddie have the time of his life.
After the show, and after you had caught Kirk's guitar pick, Eddie gave you a piggyback ride across the parking lot to the van. Your bare legs were sticky with sweat, your feet sore in your high-top Vans. Bare arms sticking out of a cut-up oversized tank top were wrapped around Eddie's neck as he rambled about every highlight of the show. You both made out in the van for a bit as you waited for the crowd to thin out, and you stopped at the diner next to the hotel for fries and shakes.
It was almost 2 a.m., and Eddie was still talking about the concert. You just smiled at him, thinking you would have to thank Wayne for helping you make this happen for your favorite boy.
"You okay, Babe?" Eddie asked in between bites of fries. "Awful quiet over there."
"Just happy; I'm glad you had a great time, that's all."
"Of course I did; this is like the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." he said before reaching for your hand and squeezing it three times, his code for 'I love you.' "And once we get back to the room, I thoroughly intend to show you just how grateful I am."
You feel your face warm under Eddie's intense gaze and quickly find yourself giggling when he makes a loud purring sound at you. When Eddie goes to take a sip from his shake, you reach into your purse and pull out the guitar pick you had caught earlier, a sigh leaving you as you hold it tenderly.
"You look like you're holding the holy grail."
"It basically is. I will cherish it until my dying day."
"Okay, Gollum."
"Mock me if you will, Eddie, but this isn't just any guitar pick. It's a pick from Kirk Hammett...KIRK. HAMMETT. Now you know I will love you until my dying day, but if the opportunity with Kirk Hammett ever presented itself to me, I would leave you in a heartbeat."
Your eyes meet, and Eddie's mouth gapes open as a fry dangles from his hand. He places the fry back on his plate, and for a second, you think you may have finally crossed a line with him.
"Eddie, you know I'm not serious,"
"You would like let me watch though, right?" There were many responses you had mentally prepared for, and your jaw dropped because you know Eddie like the back of your hand. He is serious.
"I'm sorry; I just told you I would leave you for Kirk Hammett. Seriously, will I let you watch, that’s your response?”
"It’s not like I’m gonna be happy about it; but it's like you said, it's Kirk fucking Hammett. The lead guitarist for Metallica. Frankly, I would consider it an honor bestowed upon our family if he were to rail my woman.”
You stare at Eddie blankly for a minute before you start laughing. Eddie seems pleased with himself as he watches you try to compose yourself.
"Okay, I promise you;” you giggle as you wipe the tears from your eyes, “If I ever get the opportunity with Kirk, you can absolutely watch him defile me."
FOUR YEARS LATER
You're backstage talking with Gareth and Jeff before the show. Life had been very good to you, Eddie, and the band. The right concert at the right time had led to some bigger venues, which had led to the right person seeing a show, which then led to being asked by Metallica to open for them on the Midwest portion of their tour.
You were listening to Jeff when you heard your name being called. You turned and smiled when you saw your husband walking towards you.
"Hey babe, everything ok?"
"Come with me, please?" he asked, and you excused yourself before letting Eddie lead you through the backstage area. You walked past security and staff and then towards some rooms you knew were for the bands. When you finally stopped, you looked up at Eddie; he knew you had questions. he simply leaned down and kissed you. "Trust me, ok?"
You nodded as he knocked on the door, and then a tall man opened it and ushered you both inside, and before you knew it, you were standing in a room next to Eddie and across from Kirk Hammett.
"Hey man, this is my wife, Y/N. Baby, this is Kirk." You're shocked and can't find words, even after Kirk comes over and takes your hand in his.
"It's nice to meet you," he says with a smile. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, especially since your man here is always talking about you. I can see why, though."
You're pretty sure your face is on fire as you stare at him; it’s easy to stare though. Especially since he has those big brown eyes that are so similar to the ones you fell in love with at thirteen in small town Indiana.
"Would it be cliche to say I'm a huge fan?" Kirk chuckles.
"A bit, but it's still nice to hear."
"When we saw you in Indianapolis on tour, she caught your guitar pick. She still has it in a jewelry box at the house. Told me that night that if she ever had the chance with you, she'd leave me in a heartbeat." You're mortified at Eddie's confession, and you turn to glare at him but stop when you hear Kirk laughing at you both.
"Oh man, I've heard that a couple of times. But something tells me that I'm the one who doesn't have a shot." Kirk's eyes glance down. You're wearing biker shorts and a Corroded Coffin t-shirt since it's the middle of summer. The shirt is tied up to rest over your growing baby bump, and Eddie can't help but place a large, warm hand on top of it. When you glance up at him, he's looking at you with pride and adoration, like you're the most precious thing on the planet. The smile you return to him comes naturally, only looking away when a tour manager comes in the room looking for Kirk.
"Well, Lovebirds, I have to go take care of this. Eddie, I'll see you on stage, and you," he pauses as he puts a hand on your shoulder, "if you need anything, and I mean anything, just say the word. We need to make sure you're comfortable if you're gonna join us on the road." Then, just as soon as he appeared, he was gone.
You and Eddie walk back to find the boys, Eddie's hand firmly holding your own.
"So baby," he asked. "Did you like my surprise?"
"You guitar players are going to be the death of me, I swear." Eddie merely grins before he leans down and gives you a soft kiss. You only stop when you hear Gareth calling for him.
"You gonna be on the side to watch?"
"Of course," you say as you push his hair behind his ear. "There isn't anywhere else in the world I want to be." You watch Eddie walk away, and as he catches up with his high school friends so they can live out their dreams, you're just glad that Eddie left out the part where he was going to watch.
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STWG daily drabble 18/09/23
prompt: rain
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The weathers been shitty all weekend, that light miserable drizzly rain that just saps your fucking will to live. And it’s June for fuck sake. What is it with this country?
He feels like a prick for wearing his once white high tops while he’s walking around backstage. Caked in mud, while everyone else is wearing rain boots because they’ve done this before and they’re the new boys on the scene. They’re still small fry, relatively speaking, second band on and it’s not the main stage.
Eddie doesn’t give a fuck.
They have thirty minutes. Thirty minutes to obliterate the audience, thirty minutes to make the opener a distant memory. He wants the band coming on after them to be pissing their pants while they wait backstage.
They’ve never played in Europe before, so they’re nervous. Every band has that one story about having bottles thrown at them. He’s been told they fill the bottles with piss over here so he’d like to avoid it as much as possible.
They get the call and then they’re on the stage. And… wow.
There are dudes right at the front with Corroded Coffin banners, he can see fans wearing t-shirts (and it’s official fucking merch) and there’s a genuine cheer from a few hundred fans who are clearly there for them. He and Jeff share a look, ‘we’re fucking here!’ and before they can even think Gareth is already counting them in.
They do five songs from the album, one new song, and a blistering cover of Battery.
As they hit their final song the granite clouds finally give up and release proper, fat rain, and Eddie watches the fans below as they get soaked to the skin, hair plastered to their faces. But they’re loving it, they’ve stood there waiting for them all morning, and they’re not running away now, if anything they’re getting more amped up.
It’s their last song, their best song. The first time he heard a crowd sing his own words back to him he thought he would cry, right there on the stage, like the fucking sap he was. He kept his shit together then.
But not today.
It might never get better than this, second stage at a metal festival in a cold miserable country in Europe, so far down the bill that most of the festival goers are still in their tents sleeping off the night before. But this, this moment right here and now, is perfection.
He walks to the edge of the stage, puddles of water gathering, his own clothes absolutely pendulous with the weight of water. The smell of petrichor and beer, heavy metal alchemy. There has to be a couple of thousand people out there, and they’re singing back to him. The rain lashes down and he leans his head back, turns his face up to the black skies and opens his arms wide. Tears and rainwater run together.
It feels like absolution, like glory, like rebirth. His escape from his past complete. His future in the palms of thousands of hands.
They’ll play bigger shows in the years to come. They’ll come back here and work their way up to headline the main stage. They’ll have albums that sell millions.
But it will be this moment that Eddie carries with him for the rest of his life. One glorious Sunday in England, standing on a stage, bathing in the rain.
(Afterwards Jeff tells him he looked like metal Jesus, and the name sticks for far longer than he would like.)
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'Production images have been released for the Donmar Warehouse’s revival of Macbeth.
Leading the production are David Tennant (Doctor Who, Good) and Cush Jumbo (Julius Caesar, Hamlet), taking on roles of the regicidal Macbeths, alongside Moyo Akandé (as Ross), Annie Grace (as Musician and Gentlewoman), Brian James O’Sullivan (as Donalbain/Soldier/Murderer and Musician), Casper Knopf (as Macduff’s Son/Fleance/Young Siward), Cal MacAninch (as Banquo), Kathleen MacInnes (as The Singer and ensemble), Alasdair Macrae (as Musician and ensemble), Rona Morison (as Lady Macduff), Noof Ousellam (as Macduff), Raffi Phillips (as Macduff’s Son/Fleance/Young Siward), Jatinder Singh Randhawa (as The Porter/Seytan), Ros Watt (as Malcolm), and Benny Young (as Duncan/Doctor).
Director Max Webster’s production employs binaural technology to create an immersive 3D sound world, courtesy of sound designer Gareth Fry (The Encounter), which the audience experience through wearing headphones.
In addition, live music comes from an onstage Scottish folk band led by Macrae and featuring award-winning Gaelic singer MacInnes.
The creative team also includes Rosanna Vize (designer), Bruno Poet (lighting designer), Shelley Maxwell (movement director), Macrae (composer and musical director), Rachel Bown-Williams and Ruth Cooper-Brown of RC-Annie Ltd (fight directors), and Anna Cooper CDG (casting).
Macbeth officially opens tonight and runs until 10 February 2024.'
#David Tennant#Cush Jumbo#Macbeth#Donmar Warehouse#Max Webster#MacInnes#Gareth Fry#Alasdair Macrae#Doctor Who#Good#Julius Caesar#Hamlet
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Revenge of the Freaks
Summary: The Hellfire Club does April Fool's Day a little differently.
Contains: Sweet revenge, don't try this at home.
Words: 1k-ish
Note: Part of my Evil Woman universe, but more of a Hellfire story than an explicit Eddie pairing. Can be read as a standalone.
Everybody expects to get pranked on April Fool's Day.
Everyone, everywhere, is suspicious of everything. Especially at Hawkins High. Even the cafeteria ladies get side-eyed when students pick up their trays, wondering if there's a little something extra in their pudding today. No one touches the salt and pepper shakers. No one accepts any gifts. Don't even bother trying to share your food. Check the toilet for plastic wrap before you use it. Beware the sink. For 24 hours, everyone is on high alert.
Because everyone is expecting to get pranked on April 1st.
They are not, however, expecting to get pranked on April 2nd.
As your April Fool's Day prank for the Hellfire table, you brought in cookies.
Not toothpaste Oreos. Those are a waste of both toothpaste and cookies. (Although nobody would've complained about being the designated Eater of the Creme Filling.)
Your April Fool's Day Cookies contained M&M's, Reese's Pieces, and Skittles. It counted as a prank because nobody was sure exactly what they were biting into, other than a circle of butter and sugar. But they were actually quite good. You passed them around, and you all shared a laugh and a few cookies. In case anyone was watching.
On April 2nd, when everyone let their guards down and thought they were safe again, Hellfire would strike.
People would suspect Eddie. Eddie was loud and lively and definitely stood out. The rest of you? Unless someone was looking for a punching bag, you all seemed to sort of fade into the background.
You'd be using this to your advantage.
You'd been plotting for months, and finally had a game plan in place.
For Jackie, who asked out Gareth on a dare and burst out laughing when he stuttered through his nervous response, a locker full of dead ladybugs. You'd found a pile of them in the attic and didn't want them to go to waste, so you swept them into a plastic bag and kept them for a special occasion. Showing her what a lady looked like seemed like a good one.
For Chip and his fancy new car, which he nearly ran over Jeff with while revving obnoxiously and laughing with his friends, a piece of bologna on the hood. It would fry in the sun during the school day and leave a marvelously discolored circle there, until his daddy paid to get it fixed. Until then, someone might throw out the phrase "asshole-mobile" a few times and hope it stuck.
For Brandon, who drew unflattering caricatures of Grant on the blackboard in first period every day for a week before he lost interest, a mouse trap would find its way into his backpack. A thoughtful gift for his creative hands. No idea how it got there.
For Troy, who successfully tripped Mike into Lucas one day and attempted to stuff Dustin into a locker the next, tiny bits of chocolate would appear on his chair. (The smaller the pieces, the faster they melt.) The boys had told you about a similar kind of incident with Troy in middle school, and you didn't want to ruin his reputation.
For Ashley, who took credit for spreading the rumor that you were spreading your legs for all of the freaks in town, a very professional-looking letter from the Hawkins Free Clinic would arrive at her house to inform her that she had a venereal disease. Several pamphlets on safe sex were included.
For Mrs. O'Donnell, whose hatred of Eddie seemed to intensify by the day, a loose screw on her desk chair. It would be a real shame if she were to fall on her ass so hard, it broke the stick that had been up it since 1962.
For Jason, who was generally unpleasant to you all, tiny balloons that appeared to be haunting him. Everywhere he went, a tiny balloon or two would appear on the ground nearby. This puzzled everyone, until somebody loudly suggested that he had to use those because regular condoms were too big for him. Wonder who that could have been.
And for the rest of the basketball team, something special to show your appreciation for the way they ruled both the court and the school. Let's go, Tigers.
A few weeks ago, you and Eddie had taken a little trip to a pharmacy two towns over and bought the cheapest, worst-smelling perfume you could find. It was the kind of perfume that an old lady in a fake fur coat might wear to Bingo on Wednesday nights at the VFW. The kind of smell that made you wish the stench of moth balls in her clothes was a little stronger, to help overpower it.
The Hawkins High gym lockers are more open than the lockers in the hallway. Instead of the standard slats on the top and bottom, there's a wire grate to allow for better airflow. Nobody likes a pile of sweaty teenage gym clothes. Just a few pumps of spray into the grate would have their letterman jackets smelling so bad, it was like a warning system. A Jock Alarm, if you will. You'd always be able to smell them coming, because that stuff wasn't ever going to come out.
Eddie spent all of his free time that day in the library, on his best behavior, under the watchful eye of the stern librarian. He was a good boy, just trying to work quietly on his English essay so he could graduate. She would attest to this, if asked, because he gave her a dandelion when he came in and smiled at her every time he got up to sharpen his pencil near her desk.
The recipients of your little gifts may have had their suspicions, but they couldn't prove a thing. No one paid attention to the nameless, faceless freaks of Hawkins High. No one batted an eye when a two-minute trip to the bathroom actually took eight. Or when an unfamiliar face passed through a hallway it had no classes in. Or when someone changed their shirt between periods because it suddenly smelled like an old lady.
After all, why would anyone want to prank people on April 2nd?
#writings of despair#i have no idea what to tag this as#'cause it's not really a whole lot of eddie#hellfire club#i guess?#eh whatever#i just wrote it 'cause i wanted to do something for april fool's day#you fuckers will pay for your imagined crimes#i am not to be truffled with
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➢ Eddie Munson's eating habits and food head canons — PART 1:
→ ✿ ← Flowers will provide links to fanfictions of mine in which I used the headcanon above.
→ ☘︎ ← Clover will provide the link to an in-detail headcanon.
{TW: Food, Eating—Eddie’s little bit weird eating habits, Child Neglect, Overeating, Pot Brownies, Trailer Park Stigmatization, Manners, etc.}
Has eaten a worm for 10$ when he was 12.
→ [✿]
..."Please tell me that's a joke!" I squeal, sitting next to Eddie on the floor of my living room. He shakes his head, dipping another fry in his chocolate milkshake. "Nah, honest earned money." "You ate a worm for ten dollars," I exclaim, making him chuckle. "Yeah, because I was twelve and stupid. Today I would charge at least twenty bucks to eat one," he tells me proudly. "How about I give you fifty, and you promise to never eat a worm again?" "Deal, sweetheart." Grabbing my hand, Eddie shakes it eagerly, a boyish smirk on his lips. "See? Eating worms is already bringing in profits."...
Likes every flavor of milkshake there is. He loves that shit, so don't make him choose.
→ [✿]
Wayne used to bribe him with them when he was little. Trips to the dentist, doctor appointments, or tutoring sessions were rewarded with dinner at the diner afterward.
Dips his fries into his chocolate milkshake because “The sweet and the salty balance each other out."
→ [✿]
These are also top-tier for him:
salted caramel
Bacon & Chocolate
salted pretzels in chocolate
Popcorn and M&M’s
PB&J
He hates eating fish. The smell is enough to make him gag.
→ [☘︎]
This hate extends to:
Fish sticks.
Seafood.
Sushi. → May be interested in trying sushi without fish... But as he can't even look at raw fish you’d need to serve it to him in a safe environment.
Hates olives.
Loves apples.
He’s constantly snacking one if Wayne bought a bag. It's the crunch and that they’re juicy.
Drinks straight from the carton or bottle. (yes. milk, juice & soda)
Says that they wouldn't make it so easy to drink from them if you weren't supposed to, and it saves you from cleaning a glass.
When alone, eats out of the pan or pot instead of grabbing a plate. Doing dishes sucks.
Has pretty good table manners. (-if he wants to)
Wayne was very keen on teaching them to him. Little Eddie never cut his meat, digging into meals like a starving, feral hyena.
There is already the stigma of being uncultured and dirty following them as residents of a trailer park; Wayne wants his boy to be able and prove people wrong. Do good. Can't have him burp, talk with a full mouth, and tear the meat on his plate apart with his hands, never using cutlery. (Little Eddie was a hungry little raccoon.)
Healthy relationship with food. (Thanks to Wayne)
Used to overeat until he was sick.
After his mom died, there was never anything to eat at home. He was scared of being hungry and didn't know when the next time he'd get something to eat was.
Will finish your plate for you if you're stuffed. He's a big boy. He can eat a lot.
Loves everything cheese. Especially snacks.
Good at baking.
He found out that he's good at it when making pot brownies for the first time. Since then, he has made cakes for important celebrations like the end of a campaign and birthday cakes for friends, himself, and Wayne, muffins, and even more brownies—family-friendly ones as well.
Loves spicy food but doesn't have a high tolerance for it. He still eats it, even though he suffers a little.
Gareth once brought Eddie a bag of Rebanaditas (watermelon lollipops covered in spicy chili powder) from his vacation in Mexico. Eddie loves them and still has a couple of them stored away for special occasions.
#eddie munson#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson headcanon#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson hc#eddie munson hcs#eddie munson imagine#stranger things headcanons#— 🧠 lynn’s headcanons
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007 FEST 2023 / Food Day
The well-traveled MI6 Squad's favorite meals are all warm, comforting rice dishes, and every one of them has learned to recreate the recipe at home.
Gareth M:
Kedgeree. The man thinks he's leading MI6 into the future, but he's actually as traditional as they come.
Eve Moneypenny:
Paella. It's all those holidays in Marbella and Malaga!
Bill Tanner:
Biryani. Oh did you think Tanner bland? He makes a mean spicy mutton biryani.
James Bond:
Kabuli Pulao. His friend Majeed's wife taught him how to make it in Kabul.
Nomi:
Hokkien fried rice. From her training days in Hong Kong comes a stir fry that incorporates one of the most British food elements: a gravy!
Q:
Sushi rice. His trusty Instapot has it ready for him in the evening, and he tops it with raw fish so he can share dindin with his kitties.
Felix:
Jollof. His West African ancestors are proud Felix knows exactly how to serve it.
(this post was heavily delayed because tumblr somehow reverted my draft to nearly nothing so I had to start from scratch)
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A List Of All Of My Current Works Pt.1
Genshin Impact
Tsundere Diluc X Reader
First Meeting Rosaria X Reader
Breaking An Entering: Electric Boogaloo A Sequel To First Meeting
Triad Pt.1 (Ningguang X Beidou X Reader)
Sara Kujou X Reader
Eula, Hu Tao, Sara, Ninguang and *Spins wheel* Barbra’s reaction to an S/O who has gone loopy after taking some medicine to fight their fever randomly confessing their undying love.
Jean Gunnhildr N.S.F.W. Headcannons
Lumine, Eula, and Jean With A Reader Who Uses A Frying Pan As A Weapon
Catching Her Eye-Ningguang X Reader
Worthy Of You-Sara X Reader
Differing Types Of Art-Yoimiya X Reader
Kokomi X Injured Reader
Ningguang Brainrot
Yandere Raiden Shogun
Holiday Gift-Layla, Furina, and Kokomi X Reader
A Gift To A Friend- Kaeya, Childe, Beidou, and Furina X Reader
100 Followers Event: Ei X Reader-Sharing
Reverse 1999
Dikke X Reader
Jujutsu Kaisen
Maki, Mai, Nobara, And Miwa With Powerful Himbo S/O
Maki, Mai, Nobara, And Miwa With Powerful Himbo S/O Pt.2
Fate Grand Order alongside Fate and TYPE MOON in general
SFW And NSFW Jacques De Molay Foreigner x Reader
Morgan, Baobhan, Melusine, and Barghest With Master Reader
SFW and NSFW Anastasia Hedcannons
Gareth And Mordred Fluff Scenarios and Headcannons
Fairy Knights and Morgan with a Depressed Master Reader
Scathach, Medusa Rider, And Florence Nightingale X Reader -Angst-
Scathach, Medusa Rider, And Florence Nightingale X Reader -Hurt Comfort-
"I'm So In Love With You" Artoria Pendragon X Reader
"You're Beautiful" Medusa Rider and Gorgon X Reader
"Do you trust me?" Serenity and Shuten Douji X Reader
"You're Cute When Your Angry" Rin Tohsaka and Mordred X Reader
"I'm So In Love With You" Medusa and Gorgon X Reader
"I Want To Protect You!" Mordred and Quetzalcoatl X Reader
Bradamante X Reader
Caenis X Reader
Penthesilea X Autistic Master Reader
Poly Scathach, Nightingale x Reader
Lancer Artoria X Reader With Powers Like Alucard From Hellsing
The Knights Of The Round Finding Out About Artoria Saber, Lancer, and Alter's S/O
Medusa, Caenis, and Gorgon With An S/O They Like To Tease
Nobu with a former Master Reader who became a servant
Penthesilea and Caenis with A Reader Who Loves Their Personality
Artoria And The Child Of Mordred X Reader Being Called "Grandpa"
Nagao Kagetora x Reader
Death By Snu Snu- Shuten Douji, Mash, Raikou, Barghest, and Castoria X Reader
Ereshkigal, Quetzalcoatl, and Reader Poly Headcannons
Danganronpa
General relationship HCs for a GN! Reader paired with Mahiru and Ibuki
Playing With Their Hair Headcanons-Toko, Jack, and Mikan
Mahiru, Kaede, and Ibuki caring for an S/O with a broken leg
Celestia, Miu, and Kyoko when their S/O who's the opposite calls them cute for the first time
Himiko and Kirumi with an energetic and affectionate S/O
Himiko X Tenko X Reader
Persona
P3: Mitsuru With Someone Who Loves To Play With Her Hair
P5: Futaba and Makoto X Smart Delinquent Reader
Chie Satonaka & Orie with a reader coming out as Bi
100 Followers Event: P3: Mitsuru Kirijo-Secret
Bloodborne
Gehrman X Reader
Micolash X Reader
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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)
Ch. Fifteen - Shelley Duvall Pretty
summary: a month after the upside down is shut down "for good" eddie and y/n's closeness brings out badly hidden feelings
cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, language, you can sing now btw, SMUT, hair pulling, small insecure feelings, oral (both f and m receiving), moment where eddie needs help giving head, teasing, unprotected piv sex (wrap that shit bitches), light choking, fluff -i think that's all-
author's note: hey!! sooo it's finally here lmao. I wanted it to be realistic instead of making eddie a god at giving head because he's had sex like maybe twice? (it probably wasn't even all the way tbh) And there's been a HUGE gap from then to now. So it just didn't make sense to me to make him a sex god. BUT IT'S HERE AND IT'S HAPPENED!!! Anyways, that's all love you <3
<<Part 14 --- Part 16>>
It had been a month since that night and Y/n and Steve had become the most unlikely duo in Hawkins. King Steve and the lady freak. Best friends? Never. He should be making fun of her, not helping her carry her books to class.
In that month, Steve had gone on to drop all his shitty popular friends and decided to hang out with people who would actually care about him. He also decided to forgive Nancy for what happened on Halloween, and he was happy for her and Jonathan. Steve confided in Y/n on the phone about his decision and he sounded so proud of himself. Y/n grinned and congratulated him before she hung up and went to Eddie’s.
Speaking of Eddie, he and Y/n had been hanging out a lot more often. To the point where Eddie was just waiting for an excuse to ask her out. And inviting her to Corroded Coffin would give him even more of a chance. He wanted his friends to meet her. The perfect time came when they decided to start doing some heavier songs that none of the boys could sing. And because Robin a little birdie let it slip to Eddie that Y/n could sing, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to ask her.
“You want me to come sing with your band? Why can’t you do it?” Y/n asked. Eddie smiled, running a hand through his hair.
“Because! I don’t have any kind of vocal fry and Gareth doesn’t wanna shred up his vocal cords for a high school band,” he said. Y/n squinted, humming as she thought it over for a bit. “Fine. But only if everyone in your band says it’s okay if I stay,” she replied. Eddie was so happy she said yes he almost kissed her right there. But that would be too soon.
When band practice came around, Eddie brought her to Gareth’s, and he introduced them all. Jeff was welcoming and started joking around with her almost immediately, but Gareth was apprehensive. He had to listen to Eddie gush about Y/n for a month now and he thought she was a poser. He just didn’t trust her. She’s here for five minutes and all of sudden she knows all about Eddie and they’re best friends? Yeah, that’s suspicious. Y/n very quickly “auditioned” for the band and Gareth still argued about it.
“I just don’t see why you guys can’t do it!” he exclaimed, “Look, I don’t wanna step on toes or anything. I’m just here because Eddie asked me,” Y/n said, putting her hands up in surrender.
Gareth crossed his arms, “Another thing. How do we know she’ll be dedicated? Especially if she’s just here for a favor.” Eddie rolled his eyes, taking his guitar off. Y/n shuffled her feet, feeling awkward as they argued over her.
“You know Gareth, we all like her. You’re the only odd one out so, if you don’t like her you can always leave,” Eddie said. Y/n shook her head frantically.
“Hey, do-don’t kick Gareth out. It’s not a big deal, I don’t wanna do it if all of you aren’t okay with me staying,” Y/n said. Gareth’s nerves dissipated a bit after that. If he wasn’t okay with her being in the band, she wasn’t going to stay.
He wasn’t saying she isn’t talented. To be honest, her voice was a perfect fit for the kind of music they wanted to play. Gareth squinted at her, glancing from her to Eddie. Eddie was sending him a pleading look. Band practice would give him more chances to hang out with Y/n and work up the balls to ask her out.
“Top three bands. Go,” Gareth said.
Y/n stuttered, “Uh, Metallica, Motley Crue, Black Sabbath? Wait! No! Ozzy!” she finished. Gareth hummed, “She’s in.”
And as Christmas break approached, and Y/n played her first gigs with Corroded Coffin, Eddie grew more antsy as the days went on. Y/n had been spending pretty much every day at his trailer. She would wait for him to get back from Hellfire or a deal. She had even started packing lunches for Wayne and forcing him to take them to work instead of eating McDonald’s every night. Everything she did was making Eddie fall for her harder when he saw her. He wasn’t one to believe in love at all, but he could believe in it for a little bit just for Y/n.
Eddie tossed his arm over the back of the couch and unintentionally around Y/n as she sat down right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. She insisted on making it “the real way” which meant that Y/n rocked up to Eddie’s trailer with a bag of popcorn kernels and oil.
His eyes widened and he groaned in satisfaction at the buttery deliciousness that flooded his mouth. “Okay, that is actually so fucking good!” he exclaimed, shoveling a handful in his mouth. Y/n giggled, covering her mouth so she didn’t show him the chewed-up popcorn.
“Am I right or am I right?” she laughed.
Eddie nodded, popping another piece in his mouth, “Absolutely.” Y/n bopped his nose, “This is why you should never doubt me, Munson,” she replied. Eddie smiled brightly, “Never again.” Y/n smiled at him and turned to watch the movie. Eddie had never seen Poltergeist, so Y/n was forcing him to watch it with her. At this rate, he still wasn't going to see it. Every few seconds Eddie would look at Y/n, her face being lit up by the TV screen.
He decided to just go for it.
“Hey…” Eddie said. Y/n hummed, still watching her movie.
“You’re really pretty,” Eddie said. Y/n felt a pang in her chest, and she turned away from the screen to find him already looking at her.
“Huh?” she scoffed, “You’re, like, really pretty,” Eddie replied, smiling dreamily at her. Y/n sent him an amused smile, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
“I-I just mean you’re pretty in a way I’ve never seen before,” Eddie stuttered, trying to be smooth.
“So, I’m weird looking?” Y/n squinted playfully, totally joking with him.
Eddie’s eyes widened in panic, and he backtracked, “No! No! I just mean I’ve never seen anyone like you before! Wait- no, hold on,” he said. Eddie held up a “wait” finger and thought for a second. “I mean, I think you’re pretty in a way I’ve never thought anyone was pretty before. You’re not weird looking at all, I just mean you’re pretty in a different way than I have seen someone,” he said.
Y/n nodded slowly, “So, like Shelley Duvall pretty?” she asked.
Eddie smiled nervously, “I-is Shelley Duvall pretty?” he asked. Y/n shrugged, “I think so…” Eddie smiled in fake confidence, “Then yes!”
Y/n laughed at him, rolling her eyes. “Sorry… I can’t explain things right. I can’t, like, speak when I’m around you?” Eddie laughed, “I know. I usually do the talking when we’re together,” Y/n smiled, taking another bite of popcorn. Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess you just make me nervous. Can’t really form good sentences.” Y/n shot him a look, not really understanding what that meant. “Okay, this is not going how I wanted it to,” Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair, and standing up. Y/n set the popcorn aside and turned to sit properly on the couch.
“Eds, what is going on? Like, are you okay? What’s wrong?” she exclaimed. Eddie groaned to himself. He can’t just outright say he had a crush on her.
“Nothing! It’s nothing!” Eddie replied, putting his hands up in defense. Y/n narrowed her eyes and gave him a stern look.
“Edward…” Eddie winced, “James…” Eddie whimpered a ‘no!,’ “Munson…” Y/n finished.
Eddie whined like a child, “Not my full name!” he groaned, “Eddie, you tell me what’s going on,” Y/n demanded. She felt bad pressuring him to tell her what was going on, but he put himself in that situation by bringing it up.
Eddie sighed, “I ju- I can’t tell you!” he said, tossing his hands up. Y/n squinted, “Why?” she asked. He shook his head, mumbling to himself, “This isn’t right. It’s not right. This is going all wrong.” Y/n took another bite of popcorn, deciding that if he wouldn’t tell her, she would just watch the movie.
Eddie huffed and sat back beside her. “Okay… I-I can’t tell you…” he trailed off, staring at her. Y/n gave him a deadpan look. Eddie took a moment of staring at her and finally got the courage to say something else.
“Know what? Fuck it, I’ll just show you…” he murmured, cupping Y/n’s cheeks and kissing her. Her eyes widened and she froze up in surprise. Eddie’s heart dropped into his ass, taking her response as negative. “Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry,” he apologized frantically. Y/n shook her head casually, “I didn’t say that…” she said.
Eddie stopped and looked at her. “What?” he asked, a smile slowly creeping onto his face.
“I was just caught off guard. I don’t mind.” She replied.
Eddie was shell-shocked. No way this girl was into him. “S-so, if I kissed you again, you wouldn’t be mad?” he stuttered. Y/n smirked and shook her head. Eddie smiled widely and leaned in again, kissing her gently. Y/n kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Eddie scooted closer to her as they continued kissing. He hesitantly put his hands on her waist, slowly laying her back on the couch. Y/n leaned on her elbows and smiled into the kiss.
Fucking. Finally.
Eddie pushed some hair out of her face, cupping her cheek as he kissed her again. He simply couldn’t believe it was happening. Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck when he leaned down and kissed her again. The kisses quickly turned fast and needy, Eddie wincing when Y/n put her thigh between his legs.
“Is this… Is this o-okay?” he stuttered. Y/n bit her lip and nodded, pulling him down to press their lips together again. She whimpered into his mouth when he ran his rough jean-clad leg along her clit. Eddie smirked lightly, running his hand along her body. “Bedroom?” he panted. Y/n nodded, yelping when he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He kept kissing her, nearly bumping into the wall on the way before dropping her onto his bed.
Eddie sat up, pulling his shirt over his head, and leaned back down. Y/n smiled, running her hands through his hair. She pulled lightly on the brown curls, earning a groan and a buck of his hips into hers. Y/n smirked on his lips, trailing her hands down his chest. Eddie hummed, hands on her hips. His heart was pounding in his chest. He had wanted to kiss her like this since he met her. Y/n brought him back to attention when she threw her leg over and rolled them over until she was on top. Eddie laughed, laying back on his pillows. He trailed his hands up and down her thighs, staring up at her.
“You look so good on top of me,” Eddie said, gripping her thigh. Y/n smiled, leaning down to kiss him, pulling him up to sit and wrapping her arms around his neck. Eddie smiled, sliding his hands up and under her shirt, holding her bare waist. Y/n pulled away from him to pull her shirt over her head and kissed him again to distract him from her torso. Eddie almost pouted about it. He wanted to see her.
He pulled away briefly to kiss down her neck and to her collarbones. Y/n tossed her head to the side, squeezed her eyes shut, and tried not to feel insecure right then. Eddie sucked angry red and purple spots all down the side of her neck and along her boobs. Running his hand up her back, he could feel the change in her demeanor and pulled back to look at her.
“Are you sure this is still okay? W-we don’t have to do anything,” Eddie asked. Y/n nodded, running her hands up his arms.
“I want to. I promise. I just get a little insecure sometimes,” she shrugged. Eddie glanced over her face, searching for any sign she didn’t want to do it. He grinned, sliding his hand into her hair, and kissing her deeply. The amount of emotion he put into it drew a soft moan from Y/n and she arched her back. She loved kissing him. She could kiss Eddie for hours on end if he would let her. Eddie kissed her so passionately and he put his whole being into it. And she loved that.
Eddie disconnected their lips, leaning his forehead on hers. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t be insecure, okay?” he whispered. Y/n smiled and nodded, sliding her hands down to hold his. Eddie grinned, kissing down her body until she was laying back down.
“Can I?” he breathed, laying between her legs. Y/n nodded, biting her lip through her smile. Eddie smiled and pulled her skirt and underwear down her legs, kissing her calf on the way. His eyes widened now that he had the real thing in front of him. His fantasies did not do her justice.
He leaned back down and wrapped his hands around her thighs before licking a stripe up her folds. Y/n gasped, turning her face into the blanket when he chuckled at her reaction. Eddie went back in on her, tongue flicking and sucking on something that was not what he was looking for.
“Mm- Eddie, babe, stop,” she said, pushing his forehead.
Eddie whined but pulled away anyway, “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Y/n smiled, running her hand through his hair. “Um, just, you’re kinda, like, missing it,” she said. Eddie blushed and he glanced at her pussy right under him.
“Shit… no way it’s been that long. Uh, I’m sorry can you sh-show me?” he stuttered, ears burning.
Y/n giggled, “It’s okay! I got you. Here.”
She took Eddie’s hand and led him to her clit, showing him how to play with it just how she liked it. “There?” Eddie asked, repeating her motions.
“Yeah…” Y/n moaned, “J-just do what you were doing with your tongue there and you’re golden.” Eddie smiled, seeing her start to fall apart a little bit. “Like this?” he mumbled, replacing his thumb with his mouth, and pulling a moan from her. Eddie smiled, gripping her thighs so she didn’t clamp them shut around his head.
Y/n gasped sharply, shutting her eyes, and gripping the sheets. “Fuck pull my hair, baby,” Eddie groaned, diving right back in. Y/n whimpered and gripped his hair, arching her back and tossing her head back.
“Oh my god you look fucking perfect, sweetheart,” Eddie grinned, pulling back briefly. Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes, “Shut up,” she breathed.
Eddie slipped two fingers in his mouth before sliding his middle finger inside her. “Shit! You’re tight already,” Eddie laughed. Y/n giggled, “You’re such a bully!” covering her face with her hands. Eddie giggled thrusting his fingers to get her to open up some more. He leaned back down and kissed, licked, and sucked at her clit. Y/n leaned up on her elbows, gasping and gripping his hair. Eddie groaned, closing his eyes, and moving faster.
“’M close…” Y/n breathed.
Eddie whined, his eyes rolling back under his lids. “Cum on my face… please… please baby I need it,” Eddie whimpered. Y/n smiled, dropping her head back as she tensed up and her orgasm hit her like a train.
“Fucking Christ!” Y/n groaned, falling back on the bed.
Eddie licked up her release, moaning hungrily at the taste. “You taste so sweet, Y/n…” he breathed, licking her off his finger. Y/n grinned, reaching up for him. “Kiss me,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his again. Eddie smiled, groping her boobs, and trailing his hand down her body. Y/n giggled and shoved him onto his back, straddling him again. She leaned down and pushed his head to the side, sinking her teeth into his neck.
“Holy shit!” Eddie whispered, breathing heavily. Y/n snickered, leaving matching marks all down his neck and collarbones. She slid down his body, looking up at him once she got to the waistband of his pants. Eddie cursed and frantically pushed them down his legs, kicking them off clumsily and earning a laugh from Y/n.
“Relax, Eds, we have all night!” she laughed.
Eddie breathed out a laugh and slowly pushed his boxers down. Y/n pulled them off his ankles and tossed them. Her eyes widened when she saw his dick.
“Quite the opposite actually… I just wasn’t expecting it to be that big,” she giggled. Eddie blushed and smiled, looking away so she wouldn’t see his flaming cheeks. “It’s a good thing, baby. I’m just hoping I can take it,” she said lowly, leaning down and licking the tip. Eddie jolted and hissed, scooting up the bed. It really had been a hot minute. He was so sensitive and with how tight she was with just his fingers; he was worried he wouldn’t last longer than four seconds. He was also worried he might hurt her, but she didn’t seem to be too hung up on that with the way she was stroking him.
She wasn’t expecting it to be small, but she wasn’t expecting him to be hung either.
“W-what? Is it, like, small or something?” Eddie laughed nervously. Y/n shook her head quickly. She was just a little shocked.
Eddie bit his lip, attempting to keep his hot embarrassing sounds to himself. Y/n frowned and grabbed his balls before glaring up at him. Eddie cried out and looked at her with wide eyes.
“Don’t you dare hold back those noises. I love when guys are vocal,” she groaned. Eddie smiled and nodded, kissing her nose. Y/n leaned down and took him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on him. “Oh fuck!” Eddie whimpered, grabbing for her hand. Y/n giggled on him, the vibrations sending him to a whole other plane of existence. Y/n worked him like a pro, running her tongue over all the right places, that thick vein that stuck out a little more than the others, that especially sensitive spot just under the head.
And Eddie was a mess!
Whines and moans flew from his mouth and straight to Y/n’s cunt that was practically dripping in anticipation. “Okay! Okay! Okay! Stop, stop!” Eddie breathed hurriedly, gently pulling her off him.
Y/n tilted her head with a questioning look, her eyes asking what was wrong. “I don’t wanna cum yet… Not when I haven’t been inside you yet,” he said.
Y/n smiled and crawled on top of him again. “Condom?” Eddie whispered.
Y/n shrugged indifferently, “I’m fine either way. I’ll leave it to you.”
Holy shit she was fucking perfect. Eddie wasn’t against condoms in the slightest. He thought they were great, and they prevented a lot of unwanted kids and diseases, but sex without a condom was twelve times better than with one.
“Fuck where have you been all my life?” Eddie groaned, squeezing her thighs with a laugh. Y/n laughed and kissed him quickly. Eddie groaned, biting his lip in excitement when she lined him up.
“Ready?” she asked. Eddie nodded and she sunk down on him for the first time. Eddie’s jaw dropped and he let out a harsh breath before gripping her hips tightly. Y/n winced quietly and whimpered once he bottomed out inside of her.
“Holy fuck, Y/n. Shit! You are so fuckin’ tight mama,” he groaned, dragging his nails down her thighs. Y/n smiled and clenched purposefully, drawing another higher-pitched moan from him. “I’m gonna move now if you think you’re ready,” she sighed.
Eddie nodded and took a deep breath, “I-I’m ready. I don’t know how long I’ll last sweetheart,” he laughed nervously. Y/n smiled, running her hands through his hair, and pushing it over his shoulders. “I don’t mind. I want you to cum,” she said, testing the waters by rolling her hips. They both moaned and Y/n couldn’t stop once she started, and Eddie didn’t want her to stop.
“Shit you feel so good!” Y/n gasped, gripping his shoulder. Eddie moaned, his back arching as he held her waist to help keep her pace steady. Y/n groaned, starting to bounce on him in addition to rolling her hips steadily. Eddie hissed at the new angle, hitting new spots on him she wasn’t hitting before. Eddie squeezed her hips, his cold rings leaving indents in her skin. She looked down at him, his lips parted as whimpers escaped his mouth and his eyes set on watching her fuck herself on him. Eddie looked back up at her with his head thrown back.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful riding my cock,” he whimpered out when she clenched around him. His room being filled with moans and the sounds of skin against skin. Eddie moved his hand to circle her clit, making Y/n moan as her hand trailed towards his neck and she wrapped her hand around his throat, squeezing, “F-fuck,” he choked out.
Y/n let him go in fear of hurting him, but Eddie was quick to grab her hand and place it back around his throat, “Do it again,” he moaned as he rubbed her clit faster. Y/n clenched around him again as she continued moving her hips faster and squeezed his throat again, choking him. “Oh God, just like that,” he whimpered, screwing his eyes shut.
“Yeah? You’re close aren’t you?” Y/n asked, panting heavily. Eddie groaned and nodded, struggling to keep his eyes open.
“I am too. I wanna cum with you, baby,” Y/n whimpered.
Eddie moaned, “Fuck yes, pretty girl, please cum with me!” he cried. Y/n tensed up, her legs starting to shake around his hips.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Eddie moaned, digging his nails into her hips. Y/n moaned, speeding up just a bit more to get them both there and Eddie broke first, throwing his head back and moaning loudly, basically crying as she rode him through it. His release triggered hers and Y/n cried out, falling on top of him as she shook.
“Fuck! Oh my God, fuck!” she whimpered. Eddie gasped, wrapping his arms around her, and burying his face in her neck. “Oh my god, Y/n, you’re fucking amazing. Fuck!” he breathed, smiling into her shoulder.
Y/n groaned and laid on her arms on his chest, looking up at him with hazy eyes. “That… was the best sex I have ever had,” Eddie laughed. Y/n giggled and nodded, tucking some hair behind her ear before slowly getting off him. They both hissed, sensitive from their orgasms.
“Be right back,” Y/n sighed, walking into the bathroom, and leaving Eddie in his room. He smiled stupidly, covering his face with his hands. He just fucked Y/n. He just fucked Y/n. The girl he thought was unobtainable and completely out of his league just had sex with him in his trailer. Y/n came out of the bathroom with a washcloth in hand and wiped up the sweat and any cum that got on Eddie in their “endeavors.” Eddie smiled, taking the towel from her, and tossing it into his overflowing laundry basket. Y/n grabbed Eddie’s shirt off the floor and slipped her panties on before giving him a new pair of boxers.
“I am so tired,” she giggled, laying on his chest. Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. He hummed in agreement and they both silently agreed to talk about whatever they were doing later. Eddie smiled softly, carefully tucking Y/n’s hair behind her ear. He felt a little creepy watching her sleep, but he didn’t know if or when he would ever get to look at her this close again, so he took the opportunity. Y/n mumbled incoherently in her sleep, pulling Eddie closer and burying her face in his chest. Eddie grinned, squeezing her lightly and settling into the bed himself.
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