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swingsuckerswing · 2 years

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Gentle With Me

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

PART 2 HERE

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader asks Hawkins High’s favorite freak to deflower her before they graduate. Reader has had a crush on Eddie since forever and only trusts him to do it right. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie has also been crushing hard. He takes extra special care of her ;)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal penetration, safe sex, mentions of blood, first time, deflowering, loss of virginity, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare

Word Count: 7,908 (sorry, this got super long!)

Hope you like it! :)

This was probably the worst idea you had ever had. In fact, you didn’t realize you could even be this stupid. Hey, cheers to you, jackass!

Your fingers were sweating around the tightly folded note. You had taken forever just to fold it, not to mention the eon it took to come up with the short yet somehow super fucking intimidating message.

“Woods. 4:30″

Seriously? It had taken you almost the entire lunch period to come up with that? God, what if he thinks I’m gonna like jump him or something? But it would have to do, time was running out and if you didn’t do it now you know you’d only chicken out later. God you’re such a fucking idiot for this.

You looked up to scan the lunchroom. All the other tables, including your own, were too enthralled in their conversations to notice you hunched over your notebook as if you were plotting an assassination. Seriously, you had to calm down. Its just a note. A note for a certain metal head who you were hoping would take your virginity...Yeah...totally not a big deal and super normal. You fucking dunce.

You let your eyes wander to the table, a beloved lunchtime activity of yours. Eddie Munson was throwing his head back in a loud, deep cackle as the entire table erupted into fits of laughter. It looks like Dustin, one of the freshmen, had just snorted milk out of his nose. Charming. You watched in envy as the boys hunched over themselves with the kind of laughter that makes your abs burn. “Dude....I’m gonna..... be sick!” you hear Jeff choke out in between his giggles. The whole scene coaxed a tender smile out of you.

Mike, the only other freshmen at their table, was handing Dustin napkins while wiping tears of boyish joy from his own eyes. Eddie leaned into the group and said something too low for you to make out. Whatever he said caused another wave of debilitating laughter from the guys before he stood up, took a bow, and walked towards the exit. Probably off to get one last cigarette in before class. With Eddie out of the picture, it was now or never.

The bell rang, jolting you out of your paralysis. Shit, this has to happen right now. “Aren’t you coming, Y/N?” your friend asked. Your group already had their books in hand and were standing around the table waiting for you to join.

“Uh yeah, I’m just finishing up this last problem. Can’t turn in another late homework!” you chuckle, trying your best to act as inconspicuous as possible. Your friends shrug and wave as they head towards the hallway.

You glance back over to the Hellfire table. Perfect, only Mike and Dustin were left, still trying to dry Dustin’s shirt with the now tattered napkins. You make a bee line towards them.

“Dude just hold sti-”

“I AM holding still, Mike. AND STOP RUBBING YOU’RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSE! You have to dab!”

“Oh my GOD, shut up Dusti-”

“Hey guys!” you interrupt their bickering. They both freeze and stare up at you, mouths agape. Dustin is holding his arms mid-air so Mike can dab at the front of his shirt (but lets be real, he really was only just rubbing the milk into the fabric). They simultaneously retract their arms at the speed of light, making you giggle.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! I was just wondering if you could uh give this to Eddie when you see him?” you slide the note across the table next to Dustin’s tray.

The freshmen can’t seem to form words, in fact they’ve completely forgotten how to form syllables. They weren’t used to senior girls coming up to ask them favors, or ask them for anything at all really.

It was Dustin who snapped out of it first “Oh! Yeah! Totally!” he picks up the note and inspects it. “What is it-”

“Its nothing!” you reply way too fast. Shit, just chill out. Even if they read the dumb thing they’d just assume I was buying weed or something. “Oh, uhm, okay.” Dustin steals a questioning glance at Mike before tucking the note into his pocket. “We’ll uh make sure Eddie gets it!” Mike assures.

“Great, and uhm one more..teeny tiny request...” you look over your shoulder to make sure Eddie hadn’t miraculously appeared behind you. The two boys lean in, entirely wrapped up in the secrecy of this whole charade. “When you give it to him, could you not mention who its from? Just tell him its a surprise, or whatever you wanna tell him! I trust your judgement.” you end with a sweet, innocent smile. Me? Scheming? Noooo.

The warning bell rings, causing the boys to shoot up in a panic. They struggle to gather their things, bumping into each other and fumbling around with their trays as they both promise you that your note would be delivered safely and discreetly.

You give them your best smile and thank them before turning on your heel to get to class. Alright Munson, see you at 4:30.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You look at your watch, the green blinking digits read “4:32″. What if they didn’t give him the note? You make yourself sick with worry, its a favorite pass time of yours. What if he thought I meant a different part of the woods? Wait, did I specify the picnic table? You pick at some of the splinters jutting out of the decrepit tabletop. I think all I wrote was ‘the woods’, fuck. What if he’s now lost out in the woods because of me!? Shit shit shit this was such a stupid plan. I’m so over my head how could I be such a dumb bitc-

“Hey...” comes a familiar voice from behind you. You flinch and a small gasp escapes your lips as you turn to face him.

Eddie holds his hands up as if he’s calming a wild horse and chuckles “Ha woah, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” the corners of his lips are turned up into a shit eating grin. It’s still annoyingly charming, even if it is at your expense.

You watch as he comes around to sit on the opposite side of you. He rests his black tin lunchbox on the table as he shimmies off his layers of jackets. You spot a few tattoos you had never noticed before and your stomach threatens to drop to your knees. Is it too late to ditch and run? You realize you’re gawking, so you avert your eyes to the table as he continues to make himself comfortable.

He can’t help but notice just how tense you are, or how you hadn’t said a word yet. He remembered you way back from middle school, you had even had a couple classes together here and there. You were never really friends, but he always remembered how sweet you were, even to a social pariah like himself. He takes a stab at what’s eating you.

“There’s uh...nothing to worry about. Okay? No one ever comes out here.” he tosses his jackets onto the table as he sits on the rickety bench. “We’re safe. I promise.” he adds for good measure.

His words make you want to melt into this seat, become a permanent fixture. You smile and tuck a few strays behind your ears "Yeah I uh...I know...thanks” you’re still looking down at your lap. He nods, relived to have gotten something out of you, and pops open the lid of his box.

Assuming you were here for drugs, he begins his pitch. He grabs a clear plastic bag “I’ll do you a half ounce for, uh...$20. What do you say?” he holds the baggie out to you for you to inspect. “Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last you a while.”

As much as you’d love for this to be just a simple drug deal, you realize you’re gonna have to break it to him sooner than later. “Eddie,” you hold your head up to look him in the eye. He freezes, the baggie gently swaying back and forth in his grip. “I uh, didn’t ask you here to buy drugs...” Although maybe I should in case this goes south and I need to forget it ever happened.

Now caught completely off guard, the boy shifts his weight on the seat as he slowly drops the baggie back into the box. “Okayyy...then why, pray tell, did you leave me such a cryptic note?” a playful smile warms his face as he raises his eyebrows at you. He rests his head in both hands as if utterly fascinated.

Seeing a perfect opportunity to stall, you take it without looking back. “It was pretty cryptic wasn’t it?” you chuckle as you bring your elbows up to rest on the table, mirroring Eddie’s posture.

“I thought I was gonna get jumped!” Eddie exclaims causing you both to laugh at your predicament. Shit, I knew it.

“Well what was I supposed to write!?” you try to defend yourself.

“Literally anything else!” Eddie’s eyes are practically twinkling as he continues to playfully chastise you “better yet, you could’ve just, oh i don’t know, asked me in person like a regular human being??? And WHY all the anonymous shit??”

You’re laughing out of utter humiliation “I don’t know, okay? I wasn’t thinking, I was on auto pilot! It seemed like the thing to do! Were you at least surprised when you saw me?” you don’t quite know how you want him to answer this.

“Huh? Oh, nah those twerps ratted you out within seconds” Eddie huffs as he tries to stifle his laughter.

“WHAT!?” your mouth drops to the forest floor. “Those little fuckers, they swore on Dustin’s mother they wouldn’t tell!” you cross your arms and pout in protest of this vile betrayal.

“Sweetheart, you don’t trust freshmen with anything, m’kay? That was your first mistake. I mean you should see them try to recruit for Hellfire, its pathetic...frankly” he snickers.

You scoff and look up to the blue sky, still unable to believe you had been sold out. Eddie admires you while you’re not looking. Whats a pretty girl like her doing out here with a guy like me? he wonders. He brings his hands together in a fist on the table and taps the back of his rings along the gnarled wood.

“So, you gonna answer my question?” he drops his chin and looks up at you through his lashes, a smug expression on his face.

You come back down to earth to see Eddie looking at you expectantly. You narrow your eyes and playfully tap your finger on your chin a few times “Hmmm which waaaas...?” Please can we just keep harmlessly flirting a little longer before I ruin this?

“Don’t play dumb with me” his tone a little more serious this time. “Why am I here, Y/N?”

Oh. You’re not sure how he made your name sound like some heavenly prayer, but you’d do anything to hear him say it again. Stop. Focus. You take a deep breath in. Just do it, rip the band aid off.

“So uh...I um...I’ve never- at least not yet I mean... I’m still uhhh....” Holy shit, maybe I should've rehearsed this before.

Eddie can tell whatever this is must be a big deal to you. Although you were quite cute all flustered, he didn’t want to make this any more difficult. He dips his head down to catch your eye “Hey, its okay. Take your time. No rush, I promise.”

You close your eyes and exhale a few counts before looking back up at Eddie. His doe eyes full of concern and patience. Fuck, man. You groan before letting it spill out.

“Okay, look. I’m still a virgin. In fact, I haven’t really even had a proper first kiss yet. I mean Jason kinda kissed me at a party once but he was drunk and he missed my lips entirely, and I didn’t even WANT to kiss him, he just kinda threw himself on me, and WOW I’m just now realizing how kinda fucked that was but anyway yeah I just don’t think that should count, right? And we’re supposed to be graduating in a couple months and I don’t want to get to college and not know what the fuck I’m doing!”

You had expected his eyes to be bulging out of his head like a cartoon character, but he just looked...normal. Like you had just finished telling him something as mundane as how your day was. His eyebrows were slightly raised, but it was the only indication that he was even listening. You bite down on your lip waiting for him to say something, anything.

Eddie clears his throat “So, let me get this straight.” he leans further in “You want... me... to... deflower you?” His eyes narrow at the question, but his tone was more disbelieving than judgemental.

“Well....yeah, yes. I do.” you nod absentmindedly as words just continue to topple from your lips “And you can TOTALLY say no, I know this must be like the weirdest thing anyone has ever asked you and I totally get it if you don’t want to.” you take another breath to slow yourself “Its just... I want my first time to be...gentle...”

Eddie can’t help the blush that spreads across his cheeks like wildfire, the red glow even reaching the tips of his ears. “And... you think that I can be gentle?” his stare softens as his brain tosses this idea around.

You smile thoughtfully and chuckle “I think you’re a big softy who likes to play ‘big bad wolf”. Eddie’s eyebrows disappear under his mess of bangs as he chuckles, the observation hitting closer to home than you would ever know. While you have him smiling, you take the opportunity to play your final hand.

“It also doesn’t hurt that I’ve uh...liked you since middle school” your eyes are glued to the table. You don’t even dare to blink. Well its all out there now, no going back.

Eddie’s heart threatens to rip through his chest. You had always been on his radar, he just figured he could never be on yours. Your confession momentarily stuns him before his smile turns devilish. He wants to milk this moment for all its worth. Of course, without giving away the fact that he’d drop down on his knees for you at any given moment.

“You could’ve asked me on a date, y’know.” he teases you.

You huff as you meet his eyes “You’re right...I could’ve. I should’ve” you correct yourself. Something as simple as a date never occurred to you, but then again Eddie Munson wasn’t simple.

A comfortable silence falls as you take a moment to look each other in the eyes, swapping dreamy smiles back and forth. Eddie shifts his gaze down. Your lower lip was practically war torn from all the biting you had inflicted upon it. He’d like to leave a few marks of his own, and it looks like he might finally get the chance to.

“So!” Eddie claps his hands down on the table with a loud THUNK, his smile growing wide with mischief “When am I popping your cherry?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You couldn’t believe Friday was already here, not to mention that you were riding shotgun in Eddie’s rust bucket he called a van. It had been fairly simple deciding the where and the when given that Eddie’s uncle worked nights and you could tell your mom you were sleeping over at a friend’s house (not technically a lie, just maybe not the whole truth).

You pull up to his trailer and Eddie quickly gets out of the car and jogs up the steps to open the front door for you. He bows his head and gestures for you to enter “Welcome to my castle” he says sarcastically.

It was hard not to notice the millions of trucker hats decorating the walls inside. You quickly deduce that these must belong to his uncle, although you’d love to imagine Eddie wearing any one of them. As you slowly spin around the parlor to take it all in, Eddie straightens up a bit as he passes a few stray beer cans and empty cigarette cartons. “Sorry, the maid’s on vacation” he jokes. You get the feeling he might be just as nervous as you are, but he’s doing a better job of hiding it.

As Eddie tosses the last can into the trash he looks up to see you quietly admiring his home. Your smile is soft as you take in every detail. You look enchanted just to be here, which made Eddie feel a lot better. He quietly walks over to you, not wanting to disturb your wonderment, and he gently takes your hand. You’re still looking around as he says “You wanna see the rest of it?”

His voice brings you back to reality. You look down to see his large hand enveloping yours. “Hm?” you softly hum, not tearing your eyes away from the skin to skin contact. You feel your palm begin to burn as he lightly squeezes it. “Come on, I’ll show you” his voice is like warm honey, you’d follow him wherever he decided to take you.

He pulls you towards the hallway, pointing out his uncle’s room on the left and the bathroom on the right, before reaching the desired destination. “And this is uh... my room” he stops in the doorway, letting your hand go so you can explore on your own as he watches.

Its messy, but its exactly what you had pictured. Band posters litter the walls, clothes are strewn haphazardly across the floor and his dresser. There’s an ash tray filled to the brim with cigarette butts. He has a couple of guitars dangerously balanced against the walls, but there’s one very unique guitar on display hanging over his mirror. You cross the room to inspect it further, you had never seen anything like it and it must have cost him a fortune. You raise your hand to touch it, but you catch Eddie’s eye in the mirror. He has a sly smile “That’s my baby” his voice is full of pride.

You smile back at his reflection “Can I...?” slowly moving your fingers closer to the gorgeous instrument.

“Go ahead. She’s meant to be touched” his gaze turning darker.

You duck your head and smile bashfully, knowing full well he can see you blush in the mirror. You stroke your fingers up the long neck and glide over the strings, teasing a ghostly hum from the guitar. As you continue to strum, your eyes wander to the wall where something shiny is dangling from a hook. It takes you longer that it should to recognize them as handcuffs. Your lips part, your eyelids becoming heavy. You feel a tickle between your legs. Oh.

Eddie notices you’ve frozen, no longer interested in the guitar. He follows your gaze to the item stealing all of your attention. “Ha!” he walks over and takes them off the hook, not wanting to scare you. Your eyes don’t leave the shiny metal, looking even more appealing in Eddie’s hands. He notices your fascination with them, and the fact that you’re not running away screaming makes him want to marry you on the spot. He sees the hazy, far off look in your eyes and recognizes it right off the bat. His lips curve into a delinquent smile “Not tonight, sweetheart” and he tosses them into the abyss of a drawer

“But-” you try to object, convince him you need a demonstration and you’d happily volunteer, but before you can get another word out Eddie holds a hand up in protest. “Sorry, honey” he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilts your head up to look at him. “I thought you wanted gentle, hm?” his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear.

His closeness, the words, his touch... it should be illegal. “I- I uh I did- I do! I do want gentle...I- I want...you...” you stutter out, making Eddie’s smile grow wider and more smug. He loves how flustered he makes you... but he loves teasing you even more.

He suddenly releases you and takes a step back “Great! What kinda pizza you like?” he asks, stepping backwards towards the door.

You’re a bit dazed “I uh..what?”

“Pizza! I mean, I’d cook for you, but you might end up dying a virgin so...” he chuckles.

You giggle, not realizing being wined and dined was a part of the deal. “Um, would you think I’m weird if I asked for ham and pineapple?” you narrow your eyes, bracing yourself for imminent mockery.

“See? I knew you were a freak, Y/L/N” he throws a brilliant smile your way. “One ham and pineapple coming up!”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You laid together on his bed, the discarded pizza box somewhere on the floor below. He had rented Plan 9 from Outer Space, and the two of you had nearly choked to death laughing at the B-Movie cheesiness. Any jitters you had about this night were long gone, it was hard to feel nervous being tucked up in Eddie’s arms. Over the course of the movie, you had somehow become one conjoined life form. Your legs were tangled together, your head nestled on his shoulder as he rested his chin on your hair. You were like two perfect puzzle pieces. The sun had set a while ago, and the dark only made you feel more cozy.

But at some point, it became harder to focus on the movie. You had become hyper aware of how close his hand was to your ass, and how if you moved your knee juuuust a little you’d be grazing his dick. You felt the room getting hotter, and you thought he might be feeling it too as he started to squirm a little under you. With a sudden burst of bravery, or maybe just desperation, you slowly begin to arch your back. Your steady movement causes Eddie’s hand to ever so slightly slip closer to your backside. Before it can reach its desired destination, however, he digs his fingers in your flesh, stopping you in your tracks. He takes your chin in his other hand and forces you to look up at him. “What are you up to, hm?” he asks with a smug smile.

You screw your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose, embarrassed at being caught. “Hey...look at me” his voice is so gentle you could hardly bare it. You take the bait and look up. You weren’t expecting his gaze to be filled with such concern or to be so penetrating. It was like he was searching for something deep inside your soul. He moves his hand from your chin to gently cradle your jaw. His fingertips tease the sensitive place behind your ear, his thumb rests on your cheek. “You still sure about this, sweetheart?”

You have to swallow before you answer “Yeah...I’m sure”. It came out barely above a whisper. You’d never been more sure of anything in your whole entire life, the thought of it actually happening with him was beyond electrifying. The tickle between your legs returns, this time with more urgency.

He considers your answer for a second before continuing “Cause we can stop whenever you want, okay? You just say the word and I’ll take you home, no questions asked.” his voice is serious, and his worry only makes you want him more.You always knew he was the one, the only one.

His eyes begin jetting back and forth between yours, his calm demeanor slipping away, something more desperate taking its place. You can feel his grip around your waist tightening, bringing you closer to his warm body. He’s right on the edge with you, but he won’t make one move until he’s certain this is what you really want. He swore he would do this right, and goddammit if Eddie Munson was not a man of his word.

Seeing him worked up is the last straw, you’ve been good for as long as you could bare. “Eddie...” a pleading whimper escapes your lips and it was more than enough to break him. Before you knew it, Eddie’s lips were on yours.

His kiss was all consuming, it wrapped you up and tucked you in tenderly like a cozy blanket on a cold winter’s night. With his hand still holding your jaw, he ever so slightly parted his lips to deepen the kiss. The feeling of his hot breath brushing against your lips made you dizzy. He barley grazes your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, causing the fire burning in the pit of your belly to flash white hot.

Eddie had to constantly remind himself to keep it slow, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of his hard cock straining against his jeans. Gentle, Munson...keep it gentle. He nearly cries when you slip your tongue into his mouth. If only you knew how much he wanted to devour you, heart and soul, until there was nothing left. If only you knew how many times he watched you laughing with your friends, jealous that they were getting all of your attention. How your voice was sweeter than any song, how all you had to do was say his name and he was yours. You could have asked him for anything in those fucking woods and he would’ve given it to you. He’d do anything to keep you here in his arms forever.

He rolls over so that he’s slightly above you, not wanting to crush or smother you, but he just couldn’t get enough. The movie is still playing in the background, thankfully drowning out your needy moans, until Eddie mindlessly rolls his hips down into yours. You could feel the rough fabric of his jeans and his rock hard erection through the thin fabric of your skirt, pressing against you in just the right spot. You don’t even realize you’re loudly moaning his name until you hear him snicker “You can be loud if you want. No one’s gonna hear, we’re safe. I promise.” he whispers into your ear, stealing a few kisses there. He rolls his hips again, wanting more than anything to hear you moan his name again.

He brought his hand down from your jaw to rove over the rest of your body. He lets it rest over your neck for a second and gives it a delicate squeeze. Its not enough to choke you, but the pressure makes his tongue in your mouth feel all the more vital. Like a lifeline. Its a gentle reminder of who you belong to in this moment, who’s in charge. For a fleeting second you wish he hadn’t been so quick to ditch the handcuffs.

He traces your collarbones, down to the underwire of your bra, tickles your ribs, and finally arrives at your skirt. His fingers halt, just tucked under the waistband. Liking the direction this was going, you rest up on your elbows and begin to peel your shirt off. Eddie gives you the space you need, and watches in awe as more of your supple flesh is revealed. He admires every detail, down to the smallest freckle, making an internal map so he’d never forget.

You toss your shirt somewhere into the oblivion of his room, not really caring whether its lost forever or not. You look at Eddie hesitantly, the rush of cold air reminding you that you were only a bra away from total vulnerability. You bring your hands up to cover your belly, starting to feel a little self conscious, but then you see the look of absolute worship in Eddie’s eyes. Like he was standing before an altar, you were his temple. Eddie realizes he’s been staring without speaking for a while now and he looks you in the eye “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N” he says a little out of breath. You smile with absolute giddiness, quickly moving your hands from your stomach to bring him back into a deep kiss. While you embrace, Eddie frantically starts pulling at his own shirt and you assist him in taking it off.

The feeling of his warm chest against yours sends you into a nose dive of indescribable sensation. You wanted to feel his skin everywhere, scratch your fingernails down his spine, play with the soft tufts of curly brown hair on his tummy. Deciding you needed more contact, you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. Eddie keeps his eyes shut tight, mouth fixed to yours. He’s abundantly aware that you’re now completely naked from the waist up, and he just knows that if he looks at you for one second he’ll lose all control, the very little he had left. Instead, he blindly brings his hands up to your tits and rubs over your hard nipples. It only makes you moan more, practically driving Eddie to the brink of madness until he can’t wait any longer. He has to know what you feel like on the inside.

Eddie breaks away from your embrace and props himself up on his side to look down over you. He returns his hand down to the waistband of your skirt and tugs, raising an eyebrow at you for permission to remove the obstacle. You nod and smile, your heart starting to beat like the wings of a hummingbird. He wiggles the skirt down your legs and gingerly tosses it to the side. He places his hand over your underwear, his fingertips aligned perfectly over your slit. He rubs upwards, feeling how wet you are through the fabric. You jump a little as bolt of lightning shoots through your core. It makes his heart sing to feel how ready your are for him. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart” his voice crackles like firewood as he continues to rub you through the fabric. He watches your every move as he tends to you, utterly consumed by how beautiful you are.

With every touch, it sends a shock wave of pleasure through your entire body. Electricity building in your fingers and toes. And just when you think it couldn’t get much better than this, Eddie slips your underwear off and slowly slides in just the tip of his middle finger. You sigh as he enters, pure ecstasy rolling over you. He smiles down at you “Thats my girl, how does that feel?” he asks as he gently slides his finger in and out of you, never completely taking it out.

You’re drunk off of his touch, and you really have to concentrate in order to forms words “fuuucckk....Eddie...amaaazing.” He chuckles softly at how completely out of it you are. “You want it deeper?” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face as you rest your head against his arm. All you can do is desperately nod, if you open your mouth you might start drooling.

Eddie slides his finger in deeper, just to his knuckle. You feel a little pinch, but nothing too bad. He turns his hand over while inside of you so he can play with your clit with his thumb. “yes yes yes...” you whimper. The sensation soothing any tiny discomfort you had felt.

He only speeds up when he feels your slick start to drip down his hand. “Fuck, Y/N. I’d love to watch you cum, sweetheart. Do you think you could cum for me?” he asks like you’re doing him a favor, and he plunges his entire finger, up to his ring, in your pussy, causing you to yelp and giggle. Your body felt like it was going to vibrate off the bed, and you could feel something tightening deep inside. You concentrate on the feeling, like a volcano about to erupt. “E-Eddie” your voice is shaky “I..I th-think...I’m g-gonna....” you hold onto his arm for dear life as you ride your high. You moan and cuss loudly as Eddie continues to finger fuck you through your aftershocks, gradually slowing his pace until you’re panting below him.

He slowly slides out of you and immediately licks your slick off of his finger. You watch in awe as he closes his eyes and revels in your taste. “Mmmh...cherry pie...my favorite” Eddie teases you with an ear to ear smile. You smack his chest and giggle before curiosity gets the better of you “C-can I try?”. Eddie’s eyes beam at you with a kind of pride that you couldn't fathom. He dips his finger back into your slick and brings it back up to glide along your bottom lip “Knock yourself out”.

You take his finger into your mouth and suck. A mixture of sweet and salty coats your tongue, and you’re amazed at the fact that you actually taste good. With your tongue lapping at Eddie’s finger, he gets another brilliant idea. He removes his finger from your mouth and quickly pops into into his, sucking the rest of your slick and saliva off, before getting up and kneeling at the foot of the bed. “Hey, where are you-” you try to protest, but he’s already got you hooked by your knees and pulling you down to meet him. His face between your legs quickly shuts you the fuck up, awaiting whatever command he deems you worthy of. He sees your eyes going wide in anticipation, and he smirks before furrowing his brow. “Has anyone ever kissed you here before?” he already knows the answer, but he wanted to hear you say that you were all his. He watches you as he nips at your inner thighs, waiting for your reply.

You’ve gone dumb, not a single thought in your head. He has you completely transfixed. “I-uh..n-no...never” is all you manage to spit out. Your innocence makes his cock throb, but he has to wait, he has to show you how good he can really make you feel first. “See, that’s a real shame.” he inches his mouth closer to your pussy, lazily dragging a finger around your entrance, playing in your slick. You squirm under his touch, desperately searching for friction, a release, anything. His smirk turns absolutely devilish “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, princess”.

He hoists your knees up and over his shoulders. Looking up at you through his bangs, he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up. This alone nearly gives you a heart attack, and he holds you steady as your body shutters. Eddie tongue fucks you until you can’t see straight anymore. You’re a moaning mess, all you can do is tangle your fingers in Eddie’s hair and hang on tight. He licks a steady stripe up, enveloping your clit with his mouth. His tongue twirls, flicks and practically pirouettes around your sensitive bud. And just to kick you while you’re down, his fingers come back to play. This time, he easily slips two in and begins sliding in and out of you. Your body contorts like you’re in need of an exorcism, your noises telling Eddie to go faster and deeper. You feel yourself going higher, and higher, and higher until you reach the tippy top of your second orgasm, riding Eddie’s face all the way back down.

Eddie lets you rest for a moment, legs sprawled haphazardly across his bed. He stands up and crosses his arms against his chest, admiring the aftermath of his handy work. His smug smile returns, the entire lower half of his face glistening with your honey. “Right?” he says, all cocky. You chuckle, and try to kick him but your legs are too wobbly “Shut up” you say breathlessly.

He gets down on the bed and hovers over you on all fours. He growls from the back of his throat and nips at your neck while viciously tickling your ribs. You giggle and squeal, wrestling against him but not really wanting him to stop. You tousle around on the bed for a while before your play fight turns into making out. You didn’t realize how much you had missed his lips on yours, you felt starved. You grind your leg onto his thigh. He somehow still has his pants on, and you’re not sure how you could have made such a blaring oversight. You reach down to undo his belt buckle, letting him know that you were truly ready.

While you fumble with his belt, he reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom. He puts the corner in his mouth, his hands a little too shaky to handle it, and rips it open between his teeth. You shimmy his jeans off, his erection creating a tent in his boxers. You look up at him to make sure he was okay, and he winks in return. You inhale and pull his boxers down, his cock finally springing free. You’re a bit mesmerized at first. You had never seen one before, and you were shocked by just how...big...he was. You panic a little, wondering how he was ever going to fit inside you. You mindlessly cup your hand around his length, his skin is soft and turning a mean shade of pink. He gasps at your touch and closes his eyes, melting into your palm. You rub your thumb over a long, thick vein on the side of his dick, not realizing you were unraveling the poor boy in your hands. You notice the precum leaking from his head. You steal a glance up at Eddie and see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out. You smile, having a devilish thought of your own. Starting where the head meets the shaft, you lick a quick line up the tip of his dick and flick the precum into your mouth. Eddie jolts, eyes snapping open, and quickly rolls over to imprison you underneath him “You trying to kill me, Y/L/N?” he punishes you with smothering kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.

He sits up and rests on his knees so he can roll the condom on. You watch in wonder as you adjust your body so you can be ready for him. Last minute nerves make your tummy flutter, but you know you’re in the best of hands. He comes back down and places his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. He lowers down for one more kiss. “This may hurt a little, sweetheart.” he whispers in your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. He looks you in your eyes before continuing “Remember, we can stop whenever you want. Okay?” You nod adoringly and whisper “Okay”. He gives you another earth shattering smile “That’s my girl.” he brings his forehead down to meet yours and you gaze into each other’s eyes, smiling like fools, absolutely head over heels. You wrap your legs around his waist, and brace yourself for whatever comes next.

Eddie aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes in, you can feel your walls stretching to accommodate him. He stops at just the tip, and you both moan. He slowly rolls his hips, slipping the tip of his cock in and out so you can get used to the sensation. You feel a slight pressure when he slides in, but its dull and far off, and the kisses he peppers you with are a nice distraction.

He pumps into you a little longer before sliding further in. This time you do feel a nagging pain, causing you to sharply inhale. You dig your fingernails into his back, and he slows his movements even more. “I know baby, I know.” he soothes you and you find the pain quickly gives way to pleasure. You moan into his hair “Mmhm Eddie...you’re so big...” the words tumble from your mouth without a thought behind them, just pure ecstasy. Eddie groans and he fights the urge to fuck you dumb through this damn mattress. “Keep talkin’ like that princess and I might forget to be gentle” he warns as he nips at your neck.

He slides deeper until he reaches his hilt, stretching and filling you to the brim. You curse under your breath at the pain, screwing your eyes shut so no tears can escape. He cradles your head “Hey look at me, you okay?” you open up and he’s staring down at you with those doe eyes, brows furrowed in concern. “I’m fine, it just hurts a little. Please don’t stop” you reach up and cup his red cheek, assuring him that you can take it. He gently and slowly continues to glide into you. Worried he may not be able to slide back in, he never fully pulls out of you, creating a pocket of delicious sensation deep inside. Your walls eventually relax around him, allowing him to pick up his pace.

It was a cacophony of feeling, a delicious blend of searing pain and ultimate euphoria. The hurt felt so good, you loved being filled for the first time. You kiss Eddie everywhere you can reach him, his chin, his shoulder, his collarbone, just to show how thankful you were. He smiles in complete adoration for you, noticing just how ethereal you look underneath him. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Y/N” he kisses you hard on the lips, practically smashing your faces together. His steady motion begins to sputter a little, he must be getting close. “...and you’re so...fucking....tight....” he pounds a little harder with each word, causing you to cry out. He cradles the back of your head and soothes you. “Sorry...sorry..I just ...wanna try...*grunts* one more thing. Okay?” he kisses your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver and your pussy to tighten around his cock. Although you’re not sure what else there could be, you nod with every fiber of your being. “Yes...fuck ...I-I’ll do...anything...f-for you” you whimper. He groans and rolls his head back, trying to forget you said that before he busts this second.

He stops rocking into you only for a minute so he can gently pull you up into a sitting position in his lap, his hand still cradling your head, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Come here, sweet thing” he swipes a few strands from your face once you’re up. The blood rushing to your head mixed with this new angle is something else. You feel entirely open, the tip of his dick just grazing something galvanic inside of you. You smile warmly and stare deep into each other’s eyes for a moment, completely elated by each other’s company. He pulls you into a bear hug, your breasts squeeze against his chest, as he fucks up into you. You go limp, whatever it was inside you that he was hitting over and over was causing your brain to melt. You roll your head back and just let him take you.

Even when Eddie is fighting every urge to cum himself, he’s still only thinking of your pleasure. In your lulled state, he reaches down in between you and starts rubbing your clit, alternating between circles and side to side. He figures if he can get you to cum one more time, he can die a very happy man. The sensation brings you out of your nearly catatonic state, and you tighten your thighs around his waist like a boa constrictor. You start to bounce back on his cock, feeling that oh so familiar feeling starting to build in the center of your soul. Eddie groans, the veins in his neck popping out. “Y/N...fuck...you’re gonna...make me cum, sweetheart” he growls out, unable to contain himself any longer. His body stutters as he reaches his peak, his arms locked around your fragile body in a vice grip, and he spills himself into the condom. Dazed from his own heavenly release, he still doesn’t forget about you for one second. His fingers shift into overdrive, pummeling your clit until your crying his name out for the whole trailer park to hear. The look of sheer joy is plastered to his face, and you both collapse into each other, exhausted.

You sit in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. His dick is still inside of you, and you don’t dare move a muscle, never wanting him to leave. He plants soft kisses in your hair and runs his fingers down your spine. It takes you a minute to realize the movie is still playing. “Could we rewind? I think I missed a bit” you joke.

He chuckles “I’d have to get up to rewind it” he reminds you, tucking his finger under your chin to lift your head up. He brings his forehead down to meet yours, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Can we stay like this for a little longer?” you plead. He smirks and kisses your cheek “We can do whatever you want, princess.”

You stay there wrapped in each other’s arms for a little longer before Eddie slowly slides out of you and places you back down on the mattress. There’s a tiny bit of blood mixed with your slick dripping from your pussy, and Eddie grabs a clean shirt from his closet and cleans you up delicately as if he was handling a rare gem. He throws the condom away and pulls on a pair of boxers and a faded Metallica shirt. He hums as he goes about his little tasks, giving you a sense of comforting domesticity. He miraculously finds your underwear on the floor, but has no luck finding any of your other clothes. He grabs another one of his shirts and tosses it over to you. You hold the garment up and notice its his Hellfire club shirt, a wave of pure glee washes over you. You pull it over your head, his familiar scent wrapping around your body. Eddie fidgets with the tv controls, rewinding to around the time y’all got...distracted, before turning around and plopping back onto the bed to cuddle up next you. He looks you up and down, “Looks better on you” he beams as he brings you back into his arms, assuming the same positions you were in earlier in the evening.

In no time you’re both in stitches again over the movie, and you spend the rest of the night laughing, talking, and kissing all while entangled in each other’s arms. Just before you both doze off, Eddie whispers “So, did you have fun? I mean...was I gentle?”

You cup his face and kiss his forehead “So gentle” you chuckle before giving him a sincere answer, “it was more than I could ever dream of, Eddie. It was perfect” Eddie smirks through the darkness and pulls you into a vice grip to tickle you. You squeal and squirm and giggle in pure delight. You settle back down and he turns around you so he can spoon you “Good, cause next time...I might not be so gentle” he whispers devilishly in your ear.

You perk up, remembering some paraphernalia from earlier. “Can we use the handcuffs?” you ask in excitement. Eddie chuckles, finding your eagerness adorable. Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. “Anything you want, princess” he kisses you behind your ear and you both drift off into blissful slumbers.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I was really inspired by the song Touch Tank by Quinnie, I keep seeing so many amazing edits of Eddie/Joseph with that song! I also borrowed some of his dialogue from his scene with Chrissy in the woods to make it more convincing, hope you don’t mind. I started on this before Vol 2 came out and then it felt weird to keep going but I pushed through. I’m 100% in my denial era and this is for all the girlies who are in the same boat! <3

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x virgin!reader #eddie munson x virgin!reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things no spoilers #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie musnon fic

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ataliagold · 30 days

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But My Heart Is Just A Little Boy

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: Teen (swearing)

W/C: 2012

Tags: Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, hurt/comfort, Steve Harrington has dyscalculia, Steve Harrington has self esteem issues, Steve Harrington needs a hug, fluff, light angst, DnD, Mike and Dustin are a little mean here

Notes: Just slowly posting some of my AO3 stuff here as well :) Title from Rattlesnake by Jack Van Cleaf.

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Steve joining in on Eddie’s campaign was supposed to be a nice surprise for his boyfriend.

And it was; Eddie’s face had lit up with joy when Steve had walked in and sat down with the kids around the table. Steve had taken the dice Dustin had loaned him and lined them up in front of him, from the D4 (the funny triangle one) up to the D20 (the one with heaps of sides, Steve reminded himself.)

If he kept them in that order it would help him pick the right dice quickly, he’d decided.

Because he wanted this to go to perfectly.

Eddie had been asking him to join in on a game for months, but Steve had so far refused, only coming along sometimes to watch quietly. There were parts of it that piqued his interest – namely the combat and the creatures Eddie planted into the game, because some of them were so damn cool even if Steve wouldn’t readily admit it out loud. A small part of him, a much younger part that had loved fairy tales and stories about knights and dragons and sword fights before his father had confiscated those books, deeming them too childish, watched with a quiet giddiness as the kids battled all manner of beasts.

But much of the game was so complicated - there were so many numbers, and Steve had no idea how Eddie and the kids managed to keep track of everything, how they added dice values together so damn quickly and kept track of a seemingly endless list of stats and bonuses and modifiers, whatever the hell they were.

Eddie knew about his difficulty with numbers. He’d seen the way Steve had to count with his fingers, how it took him far too fucking long to do a simple equation, how he stood in Melvald’s staring at the price of something just trying to make the numbers make sense so they wouldn’t blow their grocery budget.

And Eddie was patient, always. But D&D was Eddie’s realm, his place to shine, and Steve was so worried about holding him back and ruining the game every time he had to pause to add two fucking dice together.

Finally, he’d caved. Secretly, with Dustin’s help, he’d put a character sheet together. He’d made a paladin because Dustin had told him it suited him. Steve made him strong and lawful good, just like the knights he used to read about as a little boy. Dustin had rolled his eyes a little at that but Steve had been quite proud of what he’d put together.

Plus, Dustin had promised to help him with the math.

But here Steve was, well over an hour into the campaign, and he was struggling.

Cheeks burning, he turned to Dustin yet again.

“Wait, which one am I rolling?” he whispered.

Dustin rolled his eyes. The kid had been patient at first, but it was beginning to wear thin.

Steve was beginning to wear thin.

“The D10, Steve,” Dustin hissed.

“Right,” Steve nodded, grabbing for one of the dice.

“That’s the D8, Steve,” Mike said wearily.

Steve’s cheeks flushed even hotter, and he grabbed the other dice, rolling it quickly.

“Ahhh...seven,” Steve announced.

“You slash at the goblin, your blade cutting deep into its chest, the creature gurgling and reeling backwards…” Eddie leant over the table, giving a dramatic recount of events.

Steve smiled, unable to help it. His boyfriend was having such a good time, and even if Steve wasn’t enjoying himself so much, well, that was ok. He could do this, for Eddie.

“…but it scrabbles back to its feet, weak but alive,” Eddie finishes.

Mike groaned and slapped the table.

“It has to be almost dead,” Lucas announced.

“Yeah, but there’s still four others,” Mike pointed out.

“This one must be on two hit points or less,” Will surmised.

How did he know that? Steve frowned, let the kids talk amongst themselves. His gaze wandered over to Eddie, watching him lean back in his chair, eyes shining. He shot a wink at Steve when he caught him looking, then frowned a little, obviously noticing Steve wasn’t looking all that comfortable.

You ok? He mouthed at him.

Steve nodded quickly.

But he felt small.

Grow the fuck up, you’re fine.

“…Steve!” Mike groaned.

Steve’s attention snapped back to the kids. “What?”

“Stop staring at Eddie and tell us how many hit points you’ve got left.”

“Um…” Steve glanced down at the piece of paper in front of him. He’d scribbled some numbers down like Dustin had told him to every time his character had taken damage, but there were a lot of numbers there and he wasn’t sure they all actually related to his hit points…

“Give it here,” Dustin snatched the paper from him impatiently, peering down at it.

Steve waited while Dustin assessed his work, the feeling vaguely reminiscent of being back in school, his teachers reading over his work with a disappointed shake of their heads.

“This can’t be right, Steve,” Dustin sighed. “It says you’re on twelve hit points…is that a twelve? Your writing’s messy.”

Steve nodded. “Yours isn’t much better, pea-brain,” he mumbled, just to shoot something back at the kid.

Dustin narrowed his eyes at him. “You must have less than that because of the damage you took in the last round. You’re probably down to…eight at the most, by now.”

“Just make it eight, then,” Steve grumbled.

“Eight it is, big boy,” Eddie agreed.

“It doesn’t work like that, though,” Mike huffed. “You actually have to keep track of this stuff Steve, there’s no point playing if you just make the numbers up.”

“It doesn’t matter, really,” Will tried to intervene quietly. “It can just be eight.”

Dustin picked up his pencil, drawing some columns on Steve’s paper. “Ok, so just use this one column to keep track of damage, don’t write all over the page. There’s your total hit points at the top, and every time you take damage, write it down under there, ok? And then just take it off the total. Simple.”

Like it was that fucking easy. Maybe for them, it was. They didn’t get every number mixed up in their brain, they didn’t stare at a single digit trying to put some numeric value behind it and coming up with zilch.

Dustin was trying to help, Steve knew. But his tone of voice was so fucking condescending that it had Steve squirming in his seat, wishing he was anywhere else.

He felt Eddie’s eyes on him.

“Come sit by me, Stevie, I’ll help you keep track.” Eddie said gently.

“You’ll just go easy on him, and that’s not fair!” Mike whined.

“Can it, Wheeler,” Eddie snapped at him.

“Just because he can’t do basic math.”

“Right, you get to roll with disadvantage now, just for that,” Eddie told him smugly.

Mike was retorting with something, but Steve didn’t hear it.

His pulse was thumping in his ears, his cheeks on fire. The years were stripped from him, the sensitive child he’d tucked away inside a long time ago forced to the surface.

“Look, just carry on without me,” Steve muttered, and stood up quick enough that his chair scraped on the floor.

“Steve -” Dustin started, but Steve was finished, striding towards the stairs and blinking back tears.

He wasn’t going to cry in front of the kids, not over a fucking game, not over something his boyfriend loved so much.

But they were coming faster than he could blink them back as he headed out of Mike’s stuffy basement and out to the driveway, the cold night air caressing his flushed face.

This was supposed to have been a treat for Eddie. It was supposed to be fun, and Steve had ruined the night by being fucking stupid.

A tear tracked down his cheek , Steve losing the battle against them. He’d just drive home, he decided. Steve had come straight from work that day, so Eddie had come separately in his van, he wouldn’t be inconvenienced.

And then they could finish their game in peace, without having to treat Steve like a five-year-old.

He was getting in the driver’s seat when Eddie ran to him, both hands reaching for him.

“Stevie…” Eddie murmured softly.

“I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled, dragging his sleeve across his face, smudging the tears there.

“Why? The kids were being assholes, I’ve already yelled at them.”

Steve shook his head. “I was just slowing everyone down, they were getting frustrated, I get it.”

“No, sweetheart, they were being rude,” Eddie corrected him. “Especially Wheeler.” Eddie brushed his thumbs across Steve’s cheeks, crouching down beside the open driver’s door. “I’ve told them to pull their heads in. Do you…do you want to come back inside?”

“Eds…” Steve leant into his hands a little. “I’m no good at it. I really wanted to try, for you, and I’m so sorry I ruined it, but there’s too many numbers and I can’t keep track of everything and it takes me so fucking long and it’s embarrassing because I can’t even keep up with a bunch of kids, and I just feel like I’m back at school again.”

Eddie cupped his cheeks again, tilting Steve’s head to look at him. “Hey. You haven’t ruined anything, they did. I’m so happy you came along tonight, because I know you did it for me. But look, D&D doesn’t have to be your thing -”

“But -”

“It doesn’t,” Eddie cut in. “Just like…your balls in laundry basket games aren’t mine. But I like hanging around while you and Wayne watch them, and I love how excited you get about it, and how you sit there with that fucking pretty smile…”

Steve huffed out a small laugh, and Eddie grabbed his wrist to press a kiss to the inside of it.

“But I don’t know what’s going on most of the time,” Eddie continued. “It makes you happy, and that’s enough for me. So, I don’t want you to feel like you have to play D&D just for me if it’s not something you enjoy. It’s more than enough that you listen to my ideas, that you help me write -”

“I don’t really,” Steve said quietly.

“You do! Or have you forgotten who came up with that fucking amazing twist with the elven prince?”

“I got it from a movie,” Steve argued.

“So? I didn’t think of it, and it had the little shrimps completely stumped.”

Steve managed a small smile. “I do like some of the stories,” he admitted quietly. “But I think…I just wanna go home, ok? You can carry on.”

Eddie shook his head. “I’m gonna get them to pack up in there. I’ll drop them home, then follow you back, ok?”

“Steve?” came Dustin’s voice from behind Eddie, small and hesitant.

Steve quickly straightened up in his seat, wiping a hand across his face.

“Yeah, buddy?” he replied, his voice a little hoarse.

“I’m…I’m sorry. That we weren’t more patient. It’s ok if you struggle with numbers, and we should’ve helped more.”

“It’s ok, Dusty,” Steve told him.

Eddie frowned, reached down to squeeze Steve’s hand, then turned to Dustin. “It isn’t ok,” he argued. “But it was nice of you to apologize.”

Dustin nodded. “If you want to try again sometime, I promise I’ll help more. I…I really liked having you play.”

“Thanks,” Steve managed.

“Tell Wheeler to start crafting his apology too,” Eddie said firmly, still cradling Steve’s hand in his own. “Otherwise he’s rolling with disadvantage for the whole next session.”

Dustin’s eyes widened a little before he nodded.

After packing up, the kids waited sheepishly by Eddie’s van. Eddie stayed crouched next to Steve a moment longer.

“Go home, get comfy on the couch, and pick out any movie you want to watch, ok?” Eddie murmured to him. “When I get home I’m gonna order us some pizza, and I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you, understand?”

Steve laughed softly. “Sounds perfect.”

“Good. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

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#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #hurt/comfort #fluff #steve harrington/eddie munson

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lady-pug · 1 year

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The Bet

Summary: Dustin cannot believe Eddie “The Freak” Munson has a girlfriend (as pretty as Galadriel, no less), and the boys seem to think the same. Max and Robin disagree, arguing that Eddie is, in fact, a catch. They decide to settle things once and for all through a bet.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 4,9k

Warnings: cursing

Notes: I'm absolutely in love with this one, it's honestly my pride and joy (at least so far). The idea for this one came to me during an Invertebrates class (should I have be paying more attention to the class? probably, but I did end up doing well overall in that subject, so). If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I hope you truly enjoy this story.

This is part of a series, but most parts can be read as standalones (so far they are published in cronological order, but this will change).

Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided (other than being gorgeous, that is!)

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“I call bullshit.”

“Dustin!” El exclaimed.

“There’s no fucking way you have a girlfriend!”

“Dustin.” El gritted her teeth “Don’t be mean.”

“What? I’m just saying” Dustin explained, completely unphased “that out of all the people sitting on this table, he is the least likely to have a girlfriend.”

“The same has been said about you and yet…” Max smirked in that sardonic way of hers, making the others laugh.

“Do not bring Suzie-poo into this!” the boy rolled his eyes, but his shoulders tensed in embarrassment.

Lunch time at Hawkins High was never a quiet affair. More often than not someone, most likely someone from their usual table (even more often than not that someone was Eddie), would be doing something rambunctious that would attract the attention of every other student in the cafeteria. They had all learned to ignore it and fully embraced their nerd/outcast situation, almost always wearing their Hellfire Club t-shirts. Today, Dustin was the one drawing attention to them, fervorously denying what he had just been told.

“Come on, people.” he opened his arms, gesturing around the table “Let’s face it. Other than Mike, Lucas and I, who already have girlfriends, the most probable person here to get a girl would definitely be Robin.”

“Ouch, Henderson,” Steve punched the boy next to him on the shoulder, with a little more force than necessary “uncalled for. And besides, all she does all day is mope about Vickie, without ever making a move.”

“Uh, actually” Robin piped up “I just asked Vickie out, we’re gonna watch Letter to Brezhnev this weekend.”

Steve groaned, while Dustin’s face conveyed something akin to ‘I told ya’.

“Actually, Eddie, I’ve been meaning to ask, if this whole thing between me and Vickie does work out, can I bring her to one of our sessions?”

“Be my guest.” the man, who was currently being talked about as if he wasn’t even there, answered, his smile never weavering.

“Guys, we’re losing focus here.” Dustin clapped his hands “Let’s get back to the matter at hand: Eddie, your so called girlfriend.”

“What about her?”

“Tell us more about her.”

Eddie’s smile grew impossibly bigger.

“She’s everything my humble heart could ever ask for.”

“Humble, yeah, right.” Steve scoffed, earning him a slap on the back of the head from Robin.

“She is immeasurably intelligent, infinitely kind and would never hesitate to help those in need. Not to mention, she is the most beautiful creature to have ever walked this Earth.”

“How beautiful are we talking?” Lucas asked.

“Galadriel level of beauty.”

A bunch of ‘wow’s and even an impressed whistle, courtesy of Robin herself, sounded from the group.

“What does that even mean?” asked Steve. Dustin narrowed his eyes at the older boy and didn’t even bother with an answer, before addressing his DM again.

"Bullshit! What’s her name?”

Eddie’s once dreamy smile turned mischievous.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Dustin scoffed.

“There is our answer. You are making her up.”

“No, I’m not.” Eddie said, a strange calmness in his voice.

“Yes, you are.”

“Why would I make her up?”

“I dunno, you are our DM, you literally come up with the most creative stories as a hobby, which, might I add, might as well be your side job at this point!”

“Why have you never introduced her to us?” Eleven asked, only slightly offended that her new friend hadn’t deemed them worthy of knowing the inner mechanisms of his private life.

Some people shook their heads in agreement.

“She works at the time of our campaigns.”

“How convenient.” Lucas exclaimed.

“If you really want to meet her so badly I’ll bring her around some day.” Eddie shrugged.

"How about this?” Dustin lowered his voice conspiratorially “10 bucks she’s made up and you’re bullshitting all of us.”

“Dustin!” Max hissed.

“I’m in.” Lucas said.

“Lucas!”

“Guys, don’t you think this is a little… cruel? Making a bet at someone’s expense?” El hesitantly pointed out.

Everyone looked in Eddie’s direction at the head of the table, whose face didn’t give anything away.

“Nah.” all the boys, excluding Will and surprisingly including Eddie, said.

“I’m with Dustin.” Mike said, to which El glared at him “What? Easiest money I’ll ever make in my life.”

“Make it 20 that not only she’s real, but she’s also gorgeous.” Robin chimed in.

“Thank you Buckley.” Eddie bowed his head at her.

“Seriously?” Steve almost shouted.

“What, Eddie is a pretty nice guy. If I wasn’t into…” she trailed off, glaring at Steve next to her as he mouthed the word ‘boobies’ “other things,” she emphasized “I’d definitely date him.”

“You are so on, Rob.” Steve indeed shouted this time “You’re going down.”

“El?” Mike asked his girlfriend.

“I don’t know. I’m not really comfortable doing this.”

“Me neither.” Will agreed.

“I’m with Robin on this one.” it was Max's turn to say.

“Alright!” Eddie grabbed a pencil and a rumpled sheet of paper (math’s homework, they noted) “It’s two against four: Buckley and Mayfield vs Harrington, Henderson, Sinclair and Wheeler. Should I mark 20 bucks for everyone?”

The boys, who originally opened the bet at $10 each, all agreed.

“So that makes the final prize a total of… $120.” he eyed all the people on the table with a mysterious grin, his voice morphing into the one he used while performing as Dungeon Master during their campaigns “Do you, my mighty Fellowship, accept this challenge?”

Everyone looked at Dustin, the one who had come up with all that mess, to seal their next step. He stood up and extended his hand for Eddie to shake.

“Hell yeah.”

“I’m telling you, there is absolutely no way in this world, and in the Upside Down, that Eddie is telling the truth.”

Dustin was leading the group around downtown Hawkins on their way to the movie theater for a showing of Top Gun.

“Dustin, man, don’t you think this is going a little too far?” Will asked, a worried look crossing his features.

“I mean, why does he feel the need to lie to us like that?” Lucas interrupted “Not having a girlfriend is not something to be ashamed of.”

“Tell that to Steve.” Dustin smirked, high fiving his buddies, to which El, Will and Max rolled their eyes.

“Maybe because he isn’t lying?” Max said, crossing her arms, annoyed “Has that ever crossed your minds? And that maybe he hasn’t introduced her because you are simply too immature to handle it?”

Mike, Lucas and especially Dustin had the decency to look sheepish for a fraction of a second before diving right back on their shenanigans.

“I mean who in their right minds would date Eddie of all people?” Dustin changed the subject, making Max wave her arms incredulously, giving up.

“Why is it so hard to believe someone might be interested in Eddie?” El asked, half trying to defend her friend and half genuinely curious.

“Well, for one he’s an outcast.” Lucas said.

“So are we all.” Max retorted.

“He’s a freak with a very peculiar set of interests.” Mike gave his input.

“That doesn’t really mean anything, we all enjoy D&D and rock music as well.”

“And he’s on his way to have to do the senior year for the fourth time.” Dustin finished.

“Oh, come on, give the guy a break!” Max snapped “You know what he went through this year, it kinda makes sense that school wasn't his top priority.”

El nodded, agreeing.

“Besides” she said, a tilt to her head indicating she actually meant it “Eddie is a really nice guy and anyone would be lucky to date him.”

“Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Date Eddie.” Mike told her “Would either of you date Eddie given the chance.”

Eleven and Max shared a look, not even hesitating before they answered.

“Yes.”

“Absolutely.”

“What?!” the boys asked in disbelief.

“He’s a really nice guy!” Max said, linking arms with El.

“He’s really funny.” El complemented, adding a skip to their step.

“And he’s pretty good looking.”

“His hair is cool.”

“And have you seen his tattoos?”

“He’s bitchin’.” El finished, smiling.

Mike and Lucas looked at each other, only slightly worried, while Dustin scoffed, shaking his head in disappointment.

Arriving at the theater, they went to buy the tickets.

“Okay, let’s entertain this crazy idea for a second and say she is real.” Dustin simply couldn’t let the subject go “What do you guys think she’s like?”

“Like him to some degree, otherwise they wouldn’t be together.” Lucas rushed in “They have to have a lot in common.”

After a moment of silence Mike spoke up.

“I could see Eden dating him.”

“Eden?” Dustin asked, perplexed “Suzie’s older sister? When did you- you know what? I don’t even wanna know.”

“But she’s dating Argyle now.” Will pointed out.

“True.”

They finally arrived at the snack booth, a familiar face behind the counter that they knew pretty well.

“Hey, look who it is! My favorite person in the whole world!” Dustin called your name very enthusiastically, a gigantic, very dramatic smile plastered on his face while he leaned his forearm over the counter “Whats up?”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Henderson.” you rolled your eyes, already used to the boy’s behavior.

“But why?” he whined, head thrown back dramatically “You always give El an extra piece of candy every single time, how come she’s your favorite?”

“Whaaat? I do no such thing.” you retorted, sending a conspiratory wink in El's way “Even suggesting that is an offense to my honor.”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry, miss ‘do-no-wrong.”

You giggled. No matter how much it seemed to annoy you, you absolutely loved those kids and would do everything for them.

“Same as always?”

“You know us too well.” Mike answered.

While you went about preparing the kids’ snacks, they (read Dustin, Mike and Lucas) quickly created a game out of people watching, much to the annoyance of the rest of the group.

“What about her?” Lucas pointed out a girl, plain clothes and nothing truly remarkable about her appearance.

“Nah, they don’t seem like they really match.” Mike countered back before pointing to a stuck up looking girl who seemed annoyed to just exist “How about that one?”

The other boys looked the girl up and down before shaking their heads.

Dustin perked up when his eyes landed on someone coming out of a showing of Poltergeist II.

“What about her?!” he pointed out a woman in darker clothes, excitement lacing his voice “She seems like she would be perfect for him. Look, she even likes horror films!”

Max rolled her eyes so hard they almost popped out of the sockets.

“If he was interested in older women he would be drooling over Mike’s mom.” the corner of her lips lifted in a tiny smirk “How did you describe her? ‘Smoking hot like chicken wings’?”

Mike’s face turned red as he turned to face Dustin.

“What did you say about my mom?!” his next move would have surely resulted in an immeasurable amount of pain for Dustin (and probably a trip to the hospital) had you not intervened at that very moment.

“Alright! Here you go.” you started putting the snacks over the counter “Three large popcorns, one with extra butter, two large sodas, two medium sodas,” you then proceeded to hand the items one by one “Blue Raspberry Airheads for Will, Cry Baby Tears for Max, Gummi Bears for Lucas, Licorice Rockies for Dustin, Watermelon and Cherry Nerds for Mike and last, but not least, a packet of Spree for El.”

As you were sliding the packet towards El, the girl noted that you had given her a Caramello bar, hidden under the other candy. That had been something you had been doing ever since she had first stopped by the theater you work at; she had been mesmerized at the assortment of sweets on display and simply could not choose one. You had overheard her telling her boyfriend that she had never tried any of those, and you had made it your life’s mission to give her as much candy as you could without getting busted by your boss just so she could figure out her favorite kind. So far, nothing had beaten Spree. She smiled at you, grateful for what you’ve been doing for her.

“Hey!” Dustin also seemed to have noticed the interaction “I saw that!”

You and El looked at each other, suppressing a smile.

“Saw what?” Eleven asked, a deadpan look on her face that only made Dustin more exasperated.

After paying and balancing all their food, the kids started heading towards the movie rooms. As they were walking away you called after them.

“Good luck trying to defeat Lareth the Beautiful!” you waved and then added under your breath so they could not hear from the distance “You’re gonna need it.”

“Thanks!” they all responded in unison, not giving it a second though.

After a moment of playful banter, Eleven decided to address something that had been on her mind since they got to the movie theater.

“What about her?”

The others shot her a confused look.

“What about who?” Will asked.

She nodded her head back at the counter where you were wiping out fallen kernels and elaborated, though it ended up sounding more like a question.

“As Eddie’s girlfriend?”

The boys who were in on the bet looked at each other before bursting out in hysterical laughter.

“Her?!” Lucas sputtered out “Dating Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?! Seriously El?”

“Little Miss Perfect, Goodie-Two-Shoes over there?” Dustin added “Who works at the nursing home during the week and volunteers at the animal shelter every other weekend?!”

“There is no way!” Mike doubled over.

“Never in a million years!”

“Absolutely not!”

El looked towards Will and Max for support, who only shrugged, as if having given up discussing the subject. But she didn’t miss the quiet look of agreement she saw crossing their faces.

On the other side of town, a similar conversation would take place only a few hours later.

“I’m telling you, Rob” Steve said, placing a recently returned copy of The Empire Strikes Back in its respective place on the shelf “if I can’t keep a girl interested in me for more than a week, there’s no way Munson has a girlfriend!”

Robin hummed, rearranging the collection of Planet of the Apes in the correct order.

“That’s not saying much, you know that, right?” she snickered.

He rolled his eyes at what she was implying.

“Let the guy be, Steve.” she moved on to the next row “If he says he has a girlfriend, then he has a girlfriend. I don’t know why it’s so hard to believe that.”

“We go to the same school as him, right? I don’t know if you noticed but girls aren’t exactly throwing themselves at him.”

“I don’t know if you noticed, dingus, but he’s almost three years older than us. He’s supposed to have graduated by now. I’m pretty sure his girlfriend was in his original class or something.”

“But we were freshmen when he was a junior!” he threw his arms up “I’m pretty sure we would have noticed if he started getting cozy with someone!”

“Steve,” the girl gave him a sad, almost resentful smile “you didn’t even notice me before we started working together last year. You only had eyes for Nancy.”

Steve was quiet, for he knew she was right.

“That and you let those two dickheads Tommy and Carol infiltrate your mind and hypnotize you into becoming a jock!” she tried lighting up the mood, knowing she had hit a sensitive spot for him, which seemed to work as he chuckled.

Their bonding was interrupted by the sound of the little bell over the door, signaling a new client had just come in. Robin started the whole customer service speech while walking slowly towards the counter.

“Hi, welcome to Family Video, how may we help you?” she stopped short once she realized it was you “Hi! Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?”

“Hey, Robin! I’ve been good, a little busy but what’s new?” both of you giggled, Robin with a bit more flare than necessary.

Steve watched the interaction with a strange kind of fascination.

“What can I get for you today?”

“Let’s see…” you tapped your chin, deep in thought before asking with a hopeful tone “Is Lady and The Tramp available?”

“I got it!” Steve typed it down on the computer “Lucky for you, m’lady, it is.”

Robin stared at him as if he had grown a second head while he retrieved the tape.

“Can I get a second one? I really wanted to watch The Three Caballeros, but I think it’s kind of mandatory to watch Saludos Amigos first.”

The girl checked in and sure enough, it was available. While she checked you out, Steve was busy putting your tapes in a bag.

“Make sure to drop by more often.” Robin said “It’s been so long, we have to catch up eventually!”

“Yeah, come hang out with us sometime!” Steve added, immediately wincing at his own lack of subtleness.

“Will do.” you waved at them and walked out of the store.

Robin slowly turned towards her friend.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know! I kind of panicked!” he rubbed a hand over his face “Who was that anyway?”

“Duh,” Robin stated your name “only the smartest, sweetest and most beautiful girl in school in forever? Straight A’s, always super nice to everyone, incredibly well dressed, kind of a nerd, but no one gave her too much of a hard time?”

Steve continued to stare blankly at her. She sighed, giving up.

“I had the biggest crush on her in sophomore year while she tutored me in math, but she left the following year and I almost flunked without her help.”

Steve shrugged, not really remembering you at all.

“Now that I come to think of it, she used to hang out with Eddie quite a lot back then.”

“No!” he stared at the door you had recently left through “Do you think…?”

“I don’t know!” she shrugged, a seemingly victorious smile spreading across her face “Maybe?”

They stood in silence for a second.

“There is no way a girl as sweet and as hot as her would be interested in Munson of all people!”

“Come on, Steve, that’s so mean!”

Almost a month had passed since that fateful lunch break. Lucas and Mike eventually settled down and forgot about the whole ordeal, but Steve and, especially, Dustin were relentless. Everyday they would bring up the subject of Eddie’s girl, to the point where the other members of Hellfire Club were starting to get annoyed.

“So, Eddie,” Dustin started accusingly, “where is that imaginary girlfriend of yours today?”

Everyone groaned.

“How many times do I have to tell you this?” Eddie rolled his eyes and rubbed both hands down his cheeks “She’s working!”

“At night? In the middle of the week?” Steve added, suspicion is his voice.

“She’s fresh off training so she gets the worst shifts.” Eddie explained, getting kind of tired of the matter.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah, Henderson?”

“You know what that sounds to me?”

“What?”

“A bullshit excuse!” Dustin shouted, pointing his finger in Eddie’s face.

“Uhm excuse me.” a voice sounded from the end of the table “If you two old ladies have finished your daily 3 pm gossip over the window, can we go back to the game? How are we supposed to defeat Lareth if all you do is bicker all day long?!” Erica, who occasionally joined the party if she didn’t have too much homework, piped up, annoyed.

Dustin mumbled, clearly not done talking about it, when an idea struck him all of a sudden, making him punch the table, rattling all of the metal figurines.

“What the fuck was that for, Dustin?!” Max asked, startled, a look of angered surprise on her face that matched that of almost everyone there.

“S-sorry.” he answered, only slightly embarrassed “I-I’m just- excited to maybe finally defeat Lareth?”

He winced, not sounding the least bit convincing even to himself, but the others seemed to have bought it for now.

After the game, in which they hadn’t, in fact, managed to defeat Lareth the Beautiful and frankly almost got all killed trying to do so, Dustin pulled Erica aside, out of earshot from the others, especially Eddie.

“What do you want?” she hissed.

“I need a favor.”

“What makes you think I’d help you?” she crossed her arms petulantly.

“Please?”

She sighed and nodded for him to go on.

“I need you to spy on Eddie for me.”

“Uh, why?”

“We have a bet. He says he has a girlfriend, I think it’s bullshit. Steve, Mike and Lucas agree with me, while Robin and Max, the fools, think this girl is actually real.”

“And what do you need me for?”

“Follow him around, I don’t know. He would never suspect, you’re not part of the bet. Just try and prove that he’s actually lying to all of us”

She thought for a long moment.

“What’s in it for me?”

“What?” he squeaked.

“What’s in it for me?” she repeated with a smug expression “What do I get out of helping you?”

Dustin sighed.

“You can keep my share.”

Erica’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped open.

“Honestly? At this point I just want to prove I’m right. Join in, make the total amount larger and you can keep both yours and my share of it.”

She extended a hand for him to shake.

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” and she skipped away to catch up with Lucas.

Dustin hadn’t heard from Erica since their conversation and his faith in her was beginning to waver. A couple more weeks went by before the girl finally joined the Club once more.

“Eddie.” was the first thing she said the minute she sat down in front of the board game “I heard there is a bet of sorts going around.”

“Yes there is, Sinclair the Second.” the man answered and, having a feeling where the conversation was going, grabbed the paper he previously wrote all the names (and it looked somehow even more crumpled than before).

“I’d like to join in.” she said, a large grin on her face.

“It’s $20 per person-” Eddie started explaining before she cut him off.

“Actually I’d like to add 30 bucks.” she said decisively.

Most people around the table looked at each other, impressed and apprehensive at the same time. Dustin on the other hand, nodded victoriously towards his buddies.

“Alright, I have to admit you’re bold, Sinclair the Second.” Eddie did the math “So that increases the final prize to $150. Which side are you joining?”

Erica looked towards Dustin, who discreetly nodded at her.

“I think she’s real.”

Dustin’s jaw dropped.

“Wh-aat?!” his voice cracked from surprise.

“I just don’t see why Eddie would lie, that’s all.” she shrugged nonchalantly.

Dustin shot her a murderous look while Eddie scribbled down her name alongside Max and Robin’s.

“That sure is a good thing. Because she was just talking about requesting to change shifts with a coworker who’s said something about wanting to take more care of his cat during the day.” Eddie finished writing with a flurish “So you might get to meet her pretty soon.”

“Yeah, right.” Lucas snickered, which prompted an elbow to his ribs from Max.

The game proceeded without much hitch after that. After the fiasco that was trying to defeat Lareth the Beautiful the last time everyone was a little apprehensive in trying to take him out again, that was, if they could even find where he lived. But, in a move of sheer luck, Eleven managed to figure out his hideout after scoring 17 while searching an abandoned moathouse. Now all they had to do was attack.

“But I must warn you, my fellow adventurers,” Eddie spoke, his low voice smooth and mysterious while his eyes roamed the face of everyone in the room “every action has consequences. Think through before you strike, for you might not come out of this alive.”

El, who had been feeling brave after a succession of favorably high rolls (which may or may not have had something to do with her powers when she felt she was going to score too low, but you’d never get that out of her as long as she lived), decided to speak up.

“I say we go for it.” everyone stared at her wide eyed “What? We had a lot of time to prepare, everyone has their health full and all their best weapons… we already lost once, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“She’s right.” Lucas agreed, grabbing the dice “Who wants to start?”

“I will.” Steve decided “I’m the weakest of us all, that way if something happens to me you still have a chance to escape and get stronger.”

“No, Steve.” Robin argued.

“No one gets left behind.” Max concluded “I’ll go first.”

“No, I will.” Mike tried ripping the dice out of Max’s hands.

“Come on, let me go first.” El tried to speak, but suddenly the metal doors squaked open, silencing everyone in the room.

Shyly, someone poked their head inside.

“Hey!” you spoke from your place by the door “I hope I’m not too late?”

Eddie practically jumped out of his throne.

“Sweetheart!” he boomed, opening his arms “You are just in time! They are just about to face Lareth the Beautiful.”

“Again?” you asked, fully stepping inside the room.

“For good this time.” he answered with a mirthful smirk. “What are you doing here?”

“Mrs. Johnson let me off earlier from the nursing home. I managed to swap shifts with Mateo, so now I can come to your campaigns!”

Walking closer to the table, everyone gawked at your sudden appearance. You stopped beside the DM’s throne, but Eddie was quick to pull you sideways into his lap, where you landed giggling like a maniac. Turning your head over your shoulder, you pressed a light peck on his lips.

“No way…” Lucas gaped, shaking his head.

“Yes way.” Max retorted, nodding mesmerized.

“Hah!” Robin slapped both her hands on the table, pointing a finger at Steve in front of her.

Confused, you stared at Eddie, whose smile has never looked more smug.

“What is going on?”

“It is you?!” Dustin stood up so quickly his chair scraped on the floor before tumbling backwards onto the floor.

“Is what me?”

“You’re his girlfriend?” Steve started in awe, feeling a tiny pang of hurt on his chest.

“Uh, yeah.” you nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How?” Mike all but shouted, Eleven smiling triumphantly at his side.

You and Eddie shared a look.

“You know, Wheeler,” Eddie started, smirking “when two people love each other-”

His speech was interrupted by a chorus of repeated ‘woah’s, Steve rushing to cover Erica’s years, Robin doing the same for El, all the while you chuckled at your boyfriend’s antics .

“There are children here, man.” Steve hissed.

“No, I mean it.” Dustin shook his head in disbelief “Why are you dating him ?”

“I told you would never believe me.” Eddie explained.

Your laughter turned into a dreamy smile.

“Eddie is such a sweetheart. He’s charming, he makes me laugh. And I know I can always count on him no matter what. I know he’ll always be there for me.” you beamed softly at him, before turning back to the party, a playful grin on your face “And it doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly attractive.”

Dustin made a gagging noise while Eddie playfully flicked his hair over his shoulder.

“I mean, who could resist my witful charms, Henderson?”

Erica turned towards her brother, Dustin, Mike and Steve, a proud look on her face.

“Pay up, losers.” she made a come hither motion with her hand “I believe the four of you owe us $50 for each of us.”

She high-fived Robin and Max.

Dustin stared at her, a look of betrayal taking over his features.

“You agreed you’d help me.” he accused.

“No” she said matter-of-factly “I agreed to spy on Eddie for you. And I did.”

Eddie let out a fake gasp, holding an offended hand over his heart.

“You asked Sinclair the Second to spy on me?!”

Dustin held a hand up.

“That’s besides the point.” he turned back to Erica “What happened?”

“I spied on him, just like you asked. And what I found was the both of them” she nodded her head in your direction, where you were still draped over your boyfriend’s legs “being all lovey-dovey with one another. Y’all are just too dumb to see it.”

Dustin shook his head as if he still couldn’t believe it.

“Now that we’ve gotten this out of the way” Eddie’s voice suddenly shifted to the one he used as Dungeon Master “are you ready to take on Lareth the Beautiful once and for all?”

Everyone around the table shouted words of agreement and encouragement, including you. Dustin quickly grabbed the dice, ready to go first. He raised his arms, hands cupped around the dice, and started shaking them. Every member of the club, and now you, stared at him in anticipation, before he hesitated.

“Seriously, though, what do you see in him?”

“Dustin!”

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TICK // 6.1 - i feel you

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (violence, language)

Word Count: 500

A/N: First and foremost, thank you to everyone who has taken a portion of their time to read TICK... words cannot explain my joy to know if even one person can relate to it or make them feel some type of way. I also wanted to mention, this is a random short chapter - just for this one, we are fast forwarding to 1986, what I am calling "present day" (AKA Season 4) for a smidge ;-D As part of the storytelling, I might do this more, and there might be small time skips coming up, so, *wink wink* watch the date at the beginning of each chapter. thank u agn love u all

...now let's get on with it.

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I feel you Your sun it shines I feel you Within my mind

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Spring Break 1986 - present day

Eddie Munson held a broken beer bottle against Steve Harrington's throat.

Three dark figures rushed forward, at the front being Dustin Henderson. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop!" He was frantic.

But Eddie knew better than to let his guard down at the mere arrival of a friendly face. Even the innocent face of a freshman in the Hellfire Club. The situation was dire.

"Eddie. Eddie. It's me. It's Dustin." The shorter kid gestured towards Harrington. "This is Steve. He's not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?"

The douchebag in his grasp was barely visible in the dark boathouse, but Eddie could feel him nod.

"Right. Yeah."

"Steve, why don't you drop the oar?" Dustin suggested.

He hesitated for a second, but then Harrington finally dropped the oar. The sudden sound of it crashing on the ground only prompted Eddie to press the broken glass further onto Steve's neck.

The trio behind him pleaded with him.

"He's cool! He's. Cool."

Past the glints of light coming off his own silver rings, Eddie made eye contact with the guy struggling in his grasp.

"I'm cool, man. I'm cool."

"What are you doing here?" was the only thing Eddie Munson could think to ask.

Dustin raised his hands before him. "We're looking for you."

A familiar voice chirped from Dustin's right, distracting him for a second. "We're here to help."

He felt a tugging at the back of his skull... a distant memory. Dustin kept rambling.

"Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D," Dustin paused. "Eddie. We're on your side. I swear on my mother! Right guys?"

Everyone else around him quickly concurred. But Eddie's mind went completely blank at the name Robin.

"Yes. Yes. We swear." A small red-haired girl, looking extremely depressed.

"On Dustin's mother." That familiar voice again, bringing him back to images and memories he repressed over a year ago.

Eddie was pulled out of his thoughts by Harrington speaking, squirming in his grip.

"Yeah, Dustin's… Dustin's mother."

He stared at the Harrington kid for a second, remembering all the times he and his jock friends called him a "freak". But now wasn't the time for old grudges. A new dawn approached.

Eddie let him go and stepped away.

"Jesus Chr-" Steve complained, holding his neck.

The rest of them watched Eddie carefully as he leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down until he reached the floor. His head felt like a timebomb ready to blow at any moment.

Dustin crouched in front of him. "We just want to talk. Okay."

"We want to know what happened." The girl with short hair and blue eyes approached him. Those damn blue eyes.

"Robin Buckley?"

"Uh… the one and only." She couldn't have possibly looked more uncomfortable.

Eddie was utterly confused for a moment, his brown eyes moving to each of the faces like he was looking for someone.

"Wait," he spoke, his voice hoarse. "How exactly did you guys find me?"

Unbeknownst to the shaken man, you sat on the hood of the car outside, acting as a lookout.

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I feel you Each move you make I feel you Each breath you take

Where angels sing And spread their wings My love's on high You take me home To glory's throne By and by

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(song lyrics credit: "I Feel You" by Depeche Mode)

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It Started With a Smile

Title: It Started with a Smile

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: ~2,609

In which the reader sits in on a game of D&D, and fondly looks back on some memories that she’s made with Eddie.

A/N: My first ever fanfic! I hope you guys like it, but I’m open to criticism and advice if you have any.

Let me know if there’s any other fics that you’d like to read, just give me a character and a prompt!

If there was anything that you’d learned over the past two years, it was that D&D was a heartless, brutal thing.

You smiled lightly as you watched Eddie animatedly describe another challenge that the party had to face, while the group groaned and started talking over each other as they tried to figure out what to do next.

If you were being honest, you didn’t understand a word of what was happening. But you saw that it made Eddie happy, and that was enough for you.

You’d tried to get into D&D before, honestly, when Eddie had first caught your attention at school a few years before.

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at the memory.

It had happened when Jason was being his usual thickheaded self during your lunch period. He had been subtly poking at a young boy in the cafeteria that you now knew as Dustin Henderson. Dustin had tried to brush him off, and made some offhand remark about how the only thing Jason had going for him was basketball, and how he’d be lucky if he even got through high school.

It was a simple, stupid comment. Nothing worth getting truly upset about.

But of course, you can always count on Jason to over exaggerate and do something reckless.

Jason had shoved at Dustin’s shoulder, catching the attention of everyone within a few feet of the pair. Including you.

You’d stood- not sure what you were going to do, but certain that you weren’t going to let Jason pummel a child- when Eddie Munson appeared out of nowhere. “Good ol’ Dustin,” he’d said as he pushed the boy behind him. “Never knows when to shut his mouth.” He pointed a ringed finger at Jason as he slowly walked backwards, away from the jock. “Not that you’re any better, hot stuff.”

Eddie and Dustin continued their retreat, Eddie with a large smile on his face, leaving Jason angrier than before. Your eyes tracked them as they moved, your cheeks heating slightly when you got a good look at Eddie’s smile.

Luckily, Chrissy had suddenly appeared by Jason’s side, and had led him away before things could escalate any further.

Eddie and Dustin made it back to their lunch table unscathed, except for the slap in the back of the head that Eddie so kindly bestowed on his poor friend.

After that incident, you’d kept a closer eye on the person that Jason so fondly referred to as the school’s “resident freak”. You’d noticed two things right off the bat.

The first thing you noticed was his smile. The way that it transformed his face and made his eyes light up. It was common for Eddie to wear a smirk or to stick his tongue out at others, but the times that you’d seen him smile at his group with pure joy in his gaze confirmed that his smile was your favorite expression to see on him.

The second thing, obviously, was that Eddie was head of the school’s D&D club. As soon as you’d noticed that, you decided to learn everything you could about the game to try and impress him.

For the next week, you researched a few things here and there in between classes, gathering a few random facts and campaign ideas.

You probably should’ve double checked your sources. Or at least looked at basic rules and regulations. Like the fact that you were supposed to come up with a name.

One day, in between classes, you had seen Eddie chatting with his D&D group by his locker. You decided to mingle, hoping that at any moment, his friends would walk away and you would be able to show off your knowledge.

If your heart would stop trying to beat out of your chest, of course.

Before you could even blink, Eddie’s friends walked away, and he turned and started walking down the hallway in your direction.

Your brain short circuited, but somehow your legs carried you over a few steps, and your mouth started moving.

“Hey,” you said as you stepped directly in Eddie’s path.

Eddie had stopped in his tracks. He looked at you blankly, no malice in his eyes, but no joy or expectancy either. “Hey,” he responded warily.

You cleared your throat nervously. “I was wondering if I could join your club.”

At that, Eddie’s head tilted in confusion. He looked at you quizzically, as if he expected you to burst out laughing and run the opposite way. Or maybe he was just genuinely confused.

“Your D&D club,” you elaborated, silently thanking your brain for sending the right words to your mouth.

Eddie looked you up and down. “You don’t look the type.”

You flushed in embarrassment and stuck your chin in the air stubbornly, suddenly feeling your confidence come in waves. “That’s pretty harsh of you, don’t you think? Judging other people based on appearance.”

Eddie’s face had changed immediately, a small smile on his face and he looked back up at your eyes. He huffed out a short laugh. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

You could feel your cheeks heating up. “No, we wouldn’t.”

He paused one more second, eyes fixed on yours, before he finally shrugged. “Alright, then. I’ll see you tonight.”

To say that your brain had short circuited again was an understatement. It felt like your brain had just shut down for good.

“To-tonight?”

He smiled then. The smile that had caught your eye that day in the cafeteria.

“Yeah, we’re starting a new campaign. Let’s see what you got.”

He walked away then, and your eyes tracked his receding form until he turned a corner at the end of the hall.

You’d practically jumped for joy then, before the bell had interrupted your celebration and sent you running to class.

You would have to brush up on some terms and spells and such, but you were sure that you’d be fine. You knew various spells, how the dice worked, and now you had a group to play with. How hard could it be?

Looking back on it now, you had to laugh. It had gone worse than you had ever expected.

It had started out smoothly. Eddie had asked for your name, and you had happily provided, and introduced yourself to all the other members of the group, including Dustin, who you remembered from that day in the cafeteria.

That’s as far as you made it without embarrassing yourself.

When Eddie had switched gears and asked your character name, you panicked and said a name that you would never repeat in public out of mortal shame. The party chuckled under their breaths, with Eddie waving a hand to quiet them down. When you were asked what class and level you were, you’d completely blanked. You had no idea that you were meant to create your own character with its own backstory. (Which, looking back, made complete sense.)

The party members obviously caught onto your ruse immediately, but when they tried to grill you, Eddie had slammed a hand on the table in front of them to silence them, and allowed you to sit in on their campaign to “watch and learn”.

And you tried. You really, truly did try. But even after an evening of sitting in on a campaign, you had no idea what in the world was going on.

You told Eddie as much when they were done for the day. He had laughed at first, but quickly grew serious and asked you why in the world you would lie and pretend to be interested in a thing like D&D.

You shrugged and looked away. Honesty was the best policy, right? “I wanted to talk to you,” you muttered. “And I knew you liked D&D, so I just…” you trailed off in embarrassment.

Eddie had smiled, then. That smile that you adored. He shoved his hands in his pockets and said, “I’m sure we can find something else to talk about.”

Your head whipped around to face him. “Really?”

He laughed lightly. “Hey, if you’re willing to deal with me and these guys, you must really want to talk. And you stuck it through tonight, so you automatically won yourself a bit of my time.”

You’d laughed, relief flooding through your veins. You didn’t notice the look that Eddie sent your way. Earlier, his glances at you had been full of uncertainty or confusion. But now? He couldn’t help the curiousness or the beginnings of happiness that crept into his gaze when he looked at you.

Eddie had walked you out to your car, the two of you talking as you slowly made your way across the parking lot. You found out about his uncle, and he found out that your parents were rarely ever home. You learned about his band, and he found out that you were music obsessed.

When you’d finally made it into your car and watched Eddie walk away, you gave a quiet squeal and covered your face. The campaign might have gone horribly for you, but at least Eddie was still willing to give you a chance.

Things had only gotten better from there. You and Eddie had exchanged numbers the next day at school, and it turned out that while you weren’t very skilled at D&D, you had other things in common.

For one, you genuinely liked the music he played and you fell in love with his band. He liked the fact that you knew how to crochet, and he enjoyed watching you as he worked.

And even though there were things that you didn’t share an interest in, you loved each other enough to support each other in everything that you did.

Not that you loved Eddie. Well, you did, but you weren’t sure if he loved you back, so you’d never said it out loud before.

You almost had, once. You cringed at the memory.

You and Eddie had been friends for about a year, and he’d finally summoned the courage to ask you on a date. You’d said yes, of course, and Eddie had taken you to the Starcourt Mall to watch a movie, get some ice cream courtesy of Steve, and buy you a beautiful spring dress that you planned to wear on your next date.

As Eddie drove you home, his hand wandered over to yours and he gently intertwined your fingers with his. You couldn’t stop the blush that crept up to your cheeks as you squeezed his hand lightly.

When you reached your house, Eddie was the perfect gentleman and walked you all the way to your front door, your joint hands swinging between you.

He smiled at you as you reached the porch, bringing your hand up to brush his lips against your knuckles. “Had fun tonight?”

You smiled back, taking a step closer to him. “Yeah. Lots of fun, thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, darling, it was my pleasure.”

You giggled and looked down. “Does that mean there’s going to be a second date?”

Eddie had smiled, his arm winding around your back to pull you up against him. He let go of your hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face and cup your cheek.

“Of course there’s gonna be a second date,” he said. “And a third,” he said before he kissed the tip of your nose. “And a fourth”, he said with a kiss to your forehead. “And a fifth,” with a kiss to your cheek. “And a hundred after that,” he muttered as he tilted his head down to press his lips softly to yours.

You swear you had felt fireworks explode in your stomach, with sparks shooting behind your eyes and your heart beating out of your chest as your brain turned to mush.

Things weren’t any better on Eddie’s end. His knees had turned to jello and he felt lighter than he’d ever felt before. He couldn’t think of anything but you, and the way your hands were pulling him closer and closer still, while your lips danced gently against his.

You gripped Eddie’s shoulders and pushed a hand through his wild hair as you continued to kiss each other in the dim light of your porch.

When you finally pulled away, you saw that Eddie’s cheeks were absolutely scarlet, and that his smile was bigger than you’d ever seen it.

In that moment, you’d felt no fear. Being honest about your feelings seemed so easy. You took a deep breath. “Eddie, I lo-”

A dog barked aggressively nearby, causing both of your heads to snap around. You tensed up as Eddie’s arm tightened around you. Once a few seconds had passed, Eddie let out a small chuckle. “You alright?”

You nodded, feeling your courage slip away.

“What were you going to say?”

You looked up at him, his eyes gentle as a smile tugged at his lips. You smiled softly and leaned forward to press one more kiss to his lips. “Nothing. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

A flicker of something had crossed his features, and a small pit of regret settled in your stomach. But he masked his features quickly, and gave you a nod and a smile. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the memory now, though you wished that you could gather up the courage to finally tell your boyfriend how you felt. Especially now that you’d been dating for more than a year.

Your gaze focused back on Eddie, who, to your surprise, was looking right back at you. “What’re you smiling at?” Eddie asked softly. You saw that his attention was momentarily diverted from the game in front of him, his eyes focused on you.

“Eddie, pay attention!” Dustin shouted from across the table, the other party members clamoring in agreement.

Eddie ignored them all, his gaze steady.

You smiled at him and shook your head. “I’ll tell you later. I promise.”

Eddie smiled back at you, his hand reaching out to gently intertwine your fingers as he turned back towards the party.

Everyone muttered some variation of, “finally, Eddie,” right before Eddie threw another challenge their way that led to loud frustration and anger.

You settled back and got comfortable as Eddie let go of your hand to continue to gesture and speak.

Throughout the evening though, he would turn towards you, a loving smile or quick hand brush reminding you that he appreciated your presence.

And when he looked over at you, a smile on his lips as he blew you a quick kiss, you realized that it was time to tell him how you felt. Not now, of course, you would never interrupt an active campaign. But today was definitely the day.

Meanwhile, only half of Eddie’s brain was focused on the campaign. The other half was in a mixed up jumble, worrying about what would happen later when he took you stargazing and told you that he loved you.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he thought about what your reaction would be.

He glanced back at you once again. He could only hope that you felt the same.

A smile pulled at your lips as Eddie looked back at you again, his tongue poking out between his lips as he made a funny face.

You laughed good-naturedly as a smile broke through his features.

He didn’t turn right back around this time though. He stood, both of you with a smile on your faces, each thinking the exact same thing.

Oh, how I love that smile.

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rottenroyalebooks · 5 months

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Love Drunk 0.4

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

AU: No Upside Down.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins with her boyfriend when she turned eighteen to follow her dreams of being a rock star. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metalhead who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence.

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Corroded Coffin's set was a half hour long, by the end of it I was busying myself cleaning the glasses left by customers and keeping an eye on my brother from my place at the bar.

Yes, he was old enough that he didn't need my protection anymore, but I knew what being in a bar underage was like and didn't want him dipping his toes in the wrong crowd.

Seeing the group he came with tonight, a bunch of young teens and some respectable-looking kids his own age, it seemed that they'd keep him out of trouble.

"We're Corroded Coffin, thank you and goodnight!" The bar cheered, but I could hear Dustin's voice over everything else going on, which made me chuckle as I started putting away the clean glasses.

Jim strolled over to me with a smile, stopping beside me as he leaned against the bar, "Don't you miss that? Your hometown cheering you on after you blew them away with your amazing vocals?"

I rolled my eyes, "It's not going to happen, Jim."

"But it'll be just like old times!"

"I haven't performed in three years. The only person who gets to hear me sing and play guitar is my dog. Besides, I left my guitar in California." I put the drying rag over my shoulder and crossed my arms turning to him.

It was Jim's turn to roll his eyes, "We have instruments in the back, Y/N, come one! Just one song, next Thursday, you've got me beggin' here!"

I pursed my lips; what could be the harm in performing one song? I doubted my presence in the bar would bring as many people in as Jim was claiming, but if he thought it would help him out, I was willing to give it a shot.

I breathed deeply, "Fine, you've worn me down. One song, Jim, ONE."

He nearly jumped for joy when I agreed, "I knew you'd come around, Harrington, I need to start advertising it." He turned on his heels and raced to the kitchen, where his office was hidden in the back corner.

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to begin cleaning behind the bar, only for my eyes to lock onto dark brown ones belonging to Eddie, who stood on the other side of the bar with a small smile on his face.

I rose an eyebrow and tossed the rag I was holding onto my shoulder, leaning forward against the bar with a small smirk of my own, "Hey there, Rockstar. What can I get you?"

I watched as his eyes widened, but his recovery was quick, "Just a Sprite, uh, yeah." He said awkwardly, running a hand through his long curly hair, "I'm only twenty, Jim would kill me."

I scoffed, grabbing a glass from under the table, "Please, you bring buisness, one drink isn't going to send me to jail. You just got off stage. You deserve a proper drink." I winked at him and started looking through the selection of liquor.

What would be a good drink to make for this guy?

"I don't want to get you in trouble." He said quickly, but I dismissed him.

"I've known Jim since I was sixteen. I'll just get a slap on the wrist. Relax, I'll make you a drink."

After the back and forth, he gave in, leaning forward as he watched me make his drink, "How long have you worked here? I've never seen you before."

"Tonight's my first day,"

"That'll do it." He joked and I slid his drink over to him. He looked at the drink and hesitated before looking up at me.

"It's a rum and coke, but if anyone asks, it's a coke." I winked at him again, leabinh firward to start shamelessly flirting, but in the corner of my eye, I noticed Steve rushing over to us with his eyes widened slightly.

"No no no–" He said quickly as he approached us, making me raise an eyebrow at his tense state. He pointed to Eddie, "No." Then he turned to point at me, "No." Finally, he threw both hands in the air, "Nope, I am putting an end to... whatever this is right now."

Eddie blinked while I was unbothered by his overdramatic tendencies, "What's the problem, man?"

"That–" he pointed to me, while looking at him, "Is off limits."

I smiled innocently, "Steve, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" I cocked my head to the side and watched as Eddie took a sip from the drink I made him.

Taking a deep breath, Steve reluctantly began to introduce me, "Eddie, this my sister. Y/N Harrington."

The sentence seemed to send a Shockwave through Eddie because the contents of his drink spewed from his mouth, droplets landing on the floor next to him as he turned to look at me. He glanced between the two of us and cleared his throat, placing the drink on the bar counter, "You have a sister?"

I chuckled, "He wishes he didn't, but alas, here I am."

Steve rolled his eyes, "I've never said that, but yes, Munson, I do have a sister. She's older."

"And better." I joked with a wink, making Eddie visibly flush, and Steve sent a glare.

"Not my friends." He snapped, pointing at me and I raised my full hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way, Stevie. I will be here, pretending I'm merely a background character in your heartwarming tale of self-growth and friendship." I turned away, sighing dramatically as I leaned against one of the support beams, cleaning a dirty glass in my hand.

Steve sighed, "I'm throwing an after-party thing for all of us at our house. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Keep them out of my room, Baxter isn't too keen on having guests."

Huffing, Steve grabbed Eddie by the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him over to the registers, away from me as I smirked.

I wasn't looking for a new relationship anyway, I had other matters to deal with before thinking about starting something new with someone else.

(❤️ ω ❤️)

The next day rolls around, and I sat in the doctor's office, kicking my feet as I waited for her to return.

She knocked on the door and strolled in with a big machine and a smile on her face, "Hello Y/N, now after your Physical that I did I noticed some healing bruises...may I ask where you got those?"

I took a deep breath, knowing that this conversation would've had to happen at some point during my stay in Hawkins, but I wish I could've settled down more before it did happen, "My ex-fiancé was physically abusive towards me. I packed my stuff and left him last week."

She pursed her lips, grabbing the clipboard and holding it to her, "Are you worried about him finding you after he learns the news?"

I shook my head quickly, "I don't plan on telling him at all; he doesn't have the right. As soon as I learned of it, I got out of there and came back here. I don't want to tell anyone else, so I plan on saving up and moving to Louisiana or something. Anywhere that has no ties to him or our past."

She tilted her head, beginning to prep the machine, "Is he from Hawkins, too?"

"Born and raised, just as I was."

"I will leave you with a card to call in the event that he decides to come back to try and find you," she grabbed a bottle of gel and gestured for me to lay back, "Lift your shirt."

I did as she asked, lifting my shirt, and she squeezed the cold gel and moved it around with the transducer, looking at the ultrasound machine and searching for the parasite that was placed into my body.

"I found the baby," she said as the heartbeat was heard from the speakers, knocking the wind out of me. I cursed under my breath and tilted my head to rest it on the bed, "You look about twelve weeks along and the baby looks healthy. We can schedule an appointment for your next ultrasound which will also be where we can find out the baby's gender, if you'd like."

I nodded slowly, "Yeah, that sounds great, doc." I gave her a tight-lipped smile and she nodded, grabbing a pamphlet and handing it to me.

"There's a long list of vitamins that you should be taking in there, you should be taking. Also, there's a support group for victims of domestic violence that meet every Monday if you need someone to talk to about all this."

Just like that, when a doctor confirmed it, I knew my journey was just beginning.

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e-munson666 · 2 years

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The DM's Girlfriend.

(Eddie learns that Mike Wheeler is crushing on his girlfriend)

No real warnings, just fluff and maybe language

🖤Lady hellfire🖤

You had been Eddies girlfriend for the past 2 weeks, and tonight was the first night he had invited you to sit in on Hellfire. You were a little nervous to hangout with all of his friends in a setting so intimate to them, but you eventually agreed after Eddie tortured you with puppy eyes for half of the school day.

"Please princess, I need my good luck charm next to me so I can defeat all those bastards" he chuckles, swinging your arm around as he held your hand.

"Okay okay Mr. Dungeon Master, I'll come to Hellfire" you giggle rolling your eyes.

He beamed down at you with joy, "Yes! Baby I'm so excited!"

"Just make sure Wheeler keeps it in is pants" you joke, causing Eddie to stop short in the hallway.

"Wait...what?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

"Its nothing Eds, I can just tell he has a little crush on me is all"

"He WHAT?!" Eddie repeats

"Eddie, are you seriously telling me you haven't noticed your little sheepy constantly staring at me or sitting super close to me on purpose?" You chuckle again as you watch your boyfriends face go from anger, to confusion, to.....amusement.

"Of course! It makes so much sense now......little shit is always asking if your gonna be around when the party hangs out" Eddie laughs kissing your cheek.

Hellfire was just about to get under way, the party members were all seated, waiting for their dungeon master to arrive.

Moments later Eddie came bursting through the doors, theatrically as ever, followed by you. You gave everyone a little wave as they all greater you cheerfully, all except Mike.

"What the hell Eddie, I thought hellfire was a girlfriend free zone" Mike complained as you took your seat next to Eddie.

"I never said that Wheeler.....besides......I thought you'd be thrilled to see her" Eddie teases, leaning forward to give Mike an intimidating glare.

"Wh....what? Why wou......I dont......I don't care that's shes here" Mike stutters, folding his arms.

Gareth and Jeff are snickering to each other at the other end of the table while Dustin and Lucas just sat looking mortified.

"Oh you don't care that she's here huh?" Eddie asked, intimidation in his voice

"No.....why....why would I care?" Mike replies, eyes darting between his friends and Eddie.

"Because you clearly have a crush on her" Dustin blurts out, slapping his hand over his mouth immediately after.

The room burst into laughter, watching Mike sink into his seat, cheeks burning red.

"Henderson is right Wheeler, you clearly have a crush on the Dungeon Masters girlfriend." Eddie teases again.

Mike shoots Dustin a deadly glare before turning his blushing face over to Eddie.

"I....I'm....I didnt.....I wasn't" Mike stutters

"Wheeler calm down before you blow a gasket, im just giving you shit" Eddie roars with laughter

"Just keep your fuckin hands to yourself and we won't have a problem, will we princess?" Eddie asks, turning the rooms attention on you.

"Its okay Mikey, I think your little crush is cute" you respond, sending Mike a little wink.

His eyes nearly budlge out of his head as you spoke, quickly glancing over at Eddie and then back at his friends.

"Oh man Mike, if you could see your face right now" Lucas says between laughs.

"Its not funny you assholes!" Mike spat

"Oh, but it is Wheeler, it really is" Gareth said, wiping his eye.

"Allright you fuckin idiots, let's get down to business shall we" Eddie interrupts, slamming his notebook on the table.

"Wheeler, why don't you go ahead and roll first, you have officially become tonight's target" Eddie quips, raising a brow at Mike as he tossed the freshmen a pair of dice.

Mike just nods slightly, and nervously tosses the dice on the table, all the while refusing to look at you, or Eddie......which meant tonight's game was going to be a lot more fun than you thought.

A/n: just something cute and silly to bring me back from my hiatus!

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #gareth emerson #stranger things #fanfic

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kasha-formerlydrabbletastic · 2 years

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Much Ado and Many Hugs

First in the planned series “Just Married”.

Part 2 / Part 3 / Bonus / Part 4

Steve Harrington x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: The Reader and her husband, Steve, are about to embark on their two-week long honeymoon road trip. The Party has come to see them off.

Warnings: Swearing, references to sex, a very much alive and very much bisexual Eddie Munson, a bit o’ fluff.

A/N: I had originally intended for this series to be super fluffy with maybe one smut piece, but seeing how this particular chapter went definitely switched my planning up. There will be smut galore. Also, that horrible excuse for a graphic was done on my phone and I apologize from the deepest parts of my soul for how just... awful it is.

"Hold still, Y/N," Robin says. "Both of you, smile!"

You haven't stopped smiling, though; from the moment you said "I do", your cheeks have been permanently plump with joy, almost sore with how your smile refuses to quit. The same could be said for Steve, who stands with his arms wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed to your back as the two of you pose for the picture you insisted on having to document the very beginning of your honeymoon.

Robin presses the button and the camera spits out a Polaroid picture. It's dark at first, but the picture soon develops; you and Steve, ready to face this road trip of a honeymoon head on, stand in front of your recently purchased second-hand camper, before being surrounded by the kids (if you could even call these college-aged adults “kids” anymore) who came to see you off.

"Now one with all of us," Dustin insists, planting himself next to Steve as he beckons the whole Party forward.

Max and Lucas snuggle in next to you while El, Mike, Will, Nancy, and Jonathan fill out the back row. Eddie gets in front, laying on the ground and making the usual flamboyant show of himself.

"Come on, Robin," you say.

"Who's gonna take the picture?"

Conveniently, yours and Steve's neighbor passes by the small crowd, and you point at her. Robin catches her eye and politely asks if she would do the honors. Your neighbor smiles, nodding and taking the camera in hand.

"Say cheese!" she says as soon as Robin joins in.

"Cheeeeeeeese!" the party sings as your neighbor hits the button.

The camera spits out another photo, and your neighbor hands them back to Robin, who thanks her and shakes her hand.

"Look at this," Robin says, and the group gathers around to see the photo.

There are smiles all around, each and every one showing teeth, but there's one smile in particular you're searching for; Steve didn't even look at the camera, his big brown eyes set on you and his lips curled into the softest of expressions. His arm is around your shoulders, holding you close. Next to him, your eyes are closed from laughter and your cheeks puffed with a smile. Laced throughout the Party is joy, happiness, laughter, something you've all been needing since '83. It's like your wedding photos all over again.

"God, can we retake this?" Dustin says with a huff. "Steve's just looking at Y/N."

"Ever the romantic, Dustin," Max teases, rolling her eyes playfully. "It's actually really cute."

You glance up at Steve, catching him watching you before you pluck the picture from Robin's hands.

"It's perfect," you say.

"I'd say so," Steve replies.

"How long are you two love birds gonna be gone again?" Eddie asks, brushing himself off.

"Two weeks," Steve answers. "We're not touring the whole country, but we're gonna get started on it."

"A road trip for a honeymoon, though," Jonathan says, putting his arm around Nancy. "That's definitely an original idea."

You glance at Steve with a gleaming smile, remembering the conversation you had with him in the early days of your relationship; the pair of you had to be on the same page for the future, of course, especially in regards to your ideals and desires for the future. There were a few details to iron out between you, but for the most part, marriage and parenthood had always been something you both agreed on. The way he described wanting to hop in a camper with his six ("Six?!" you had exclaimed) little nuggets and see the country put his soul on display, lighting him up from the inside out. That day you knew deep down in your bones that you were going to marry Steve Harrington.

Your decision on a road trip for a honeymoon is basically family planning, an opportunity to scout out the best sites to take however many kids the pair of you end up having.

"It was her idea," Steve says, with a smile.

"The road trip was your idea, actually," you reply. "It was just my idea to do it for a honeymoon."

You watch as Dustin lugs your suitcase to the camper, grinning from ear to ear as the rest of the kids follow him inside.

“Sounds like fun,” Eddie says. He looks at the two of you, mischief in his eyes. “So, how much of this road trip are you actually gonna spend seeing things and how much are you gonna spend, you know, bumping uglies?”

“Eddie!” Robin chastises, whacking one of his shoulders while Nancy whacks the other.

You, however, take the joke in stride.

“I don’t know, Eddie,” you laugh, waggling the camera at him. “But if you’re really that interested, we could take pictures and send them back to you.”

Eddie’s jaw drops, his eyes going wide with excitement. “You’d do that?”

“In your fucking dreams, Munson,” Steve says; there's little malice left in his voice anymore toward Eddie, especially in his post-nuptial phase. He gives him a good-natured shove, chuckling.

Eddie pauses for a moment as the rest of you start to meander toward the camper.

“What?” he says defensively. “You’re both hot, what do you want from me?”

Climbing in, you see that the Party have already made themselves comfortable on the furniture; El, Mike, and Will occupy the small couch while Lucas and Dustin bicker over who gets to try the bed out first. Max peeks into the cabinets and into the fridge before she looks up to see the elder members of the Party.

"Alright," Steve shouts over the noise, successfully getting a hold of everyone's attentions. "Look, we really appreciate you guys coming to see us off, but you gotta get your asses out of our RV, okay? We're already behind schedule."

"Okay, Dad," Dustin teases as he and Lucas rejoin everyone in the small space.

"Call me that again, Henderson, and see what happens."

"No," Eddie says, planting his hand on Dustin's shoulder. "He's not a dad yet. Although," he continues with a grin, "I do believe that by the time they come back, they might have changed that."

Eddie breaks into laughter as Dustin glances between you and Steve in confusion. It takes a moment for the remark to set in before his face contorts.

"Ew," he says, pushing past the group as Steve rolls his eyes and you giggle.

"Why are you so obsessed with our sex life?" Steve asks Eddie.

"Probably because he's not getting any right now," Robin jokes.

She and Nancy approach you with a small wrapped box you hadn't seen before, and they press it into your hands.

"Open this when you get on the road," Nancy says.

"What is it?" you ask, your fingers already itching to tear the wrapping paper off.

"It's just a little something to get his blood flowing," Robin says with a wink.

You snort. "Do you know how easy it is to get his blood flowing?"

Nancy tries to suppress a grin that Jonathan apparently doesn't notice, and Robin chuckles.

"Yeah," Robin concedes. "He is a horny little dude."

"Okay!" Steve shouts one more time. "Everybody out! It's almost ten o'clock, and we're already late! Let's go!"

He ushers the group back out into the summer sun. You leave the present on the passenger seat before you follow them out, eager for last-minute hugs and well-wishes. El and Max grab you first, pulling you in for a hug, before Dustin and Eddie steal you from them.

"Have fun, you guys," Eddie says before he shoves Dustin away. He puts his arms around you and Steve, pulling the two of you close. "Have a lot of fun. I'll be waiting on the news that I'm gonna be an uncle, just so you know."

"Don't worry," you say as Steve rolls his eyes yet again. "I'll write you a postcard with all the details of how we conceived."

Eddie seems to contemplate your offer.

"Are you fucking with me again? Because I think you know I'd love that."

"Sure thing, Eddie," Steve says sarcastically, shoving him away with a laugh.

After much ado and many hugs, you and Steve board the camper, closing the door behind you. Steve hops into the driver's seat and you take up the passenger seat with Nancy and Robin's present in hand. The camper roars to life and Steve puts it into gear. Outside the window, the Party waves and shouts as Steve backs into the road. A few of the kids chase after the camper as the journey starts, only stopping when you reach a speed they can't keep up with. You keep a fond eye on the Party in the rear view mirror until they shrink, and Steve turns a corner.

"It's just us now, babe," he says, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.

"Hell yeah it is," you answer. "Which reminds me..."

You gently take your hand back and focus on the present; your fingers excitedly tear the paper off, showing you a blank white box. You scoot the top off and gasp at the contents.

"Oh, Steve," you say as he slows for a stop sign. "Look."

You pull a lacy pair of black panties from the box with one hand, the matching bra with the other, as you smile wide at your husband.

He turns, his jaw dropping immediately as his eyes grow cloudy.

"I'm gonna need you to put those on right now," he says.

You giggle, spotting a note in the bottom of the box as you put the garments away.

"Happy Honeymoon, Y/N and Steve," you read aloud. "We hope you have fun seeing the sights, but we hope you have more fun when Steve sees this sight. Enjoy! Love, Robin and Nancy."

Steve shifts in his seat, moving his hand to the crotch of his jeans to adjust himself.

"Babe, I -"

The sound of a horn blaring behind you cuts him off before the two of you remember you're at a stop sign. Steve presses the accelerator, moving the camper forward once more.

You can't help but giggle.

"Don't worry, baby," you say, reaching over to grab his thigh. "We'll have plenty of time for that."

"But I want it noooowwww," he whines adorably, glancing at you every few seconds as he drives.

"Patience, Mr. Harrington."

"Not when it comes to my sexy as fuck wife, Mrs. Harrington," he retorts.

You smile, tossing the present into the living space behind you. The warmth of the moment settles throughout your body and you relax into the seat, lacing your fingers with Steve's as you journey on into marriage.

This, you think, is going to be so fun.

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Take A Chance On Me - Chapter Eleven (Eddie Munson x Reader Series)

Series Summary: Corroded Coffin is lacking only one thing that could help them win the upcoming Battle of the Bands; original songs. So when a new band comes to town with a lead singer that looks all too familiar and a repertoire of original songs up their sleeves, Dustin concocts a plan that will get you to spill all of your songwriting secrets to Eddie. It’s just a few dates, right?

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Word Count: 7.8K

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, 10 Things I Hate About You AU

A/N: Did I change one of the songs for this chapter last minute? Yes. Am I satisfied with the songs used? Absolutely not. But I am so sick of listening to hour upon hour of music trying to find the perfect song so here we are. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. These chapters just keep getting longer and longer so I'm really struggling to put out a chapter per week but we're like two-ish chapters away from the end so I refuse to be late now. I kid you not I planned out the last round of the competition to take up half a chapter and it's going on three whole chapters now. All of your comments on the last chapter gave me so much joy. I'm not joking when I say I was beaming whenever I got the notification that one of y'all commented so thank you so much for continuing to support my work! As always, love you all!

The moment in the bathroom replayed in Eddie’s mind nothing short of a thousand times. He thought about the closeness of your breath and the gentle grasp of your finger against his and the soft skin of your palm resting against his cheek. He thought of how breathtaking you had looked even in the dim lighting of the room, your face focused into a look of concentration as you had wiped gently at his forehead. He had revelled in your distraction, taking the chance to drink all of you in until he had become practically drunk at the sight of you standing so close before him.

Eddie thought about that moment as he lingered in the bathroom long after you had gone, one hand cradling his forehead, the other resting on his hip as he continued to try and continued to fail at calming his racing heart. He had paced the room for half an hour before Jeff had come to find him, and even then, when he was back in the confines of the green room, you situated in the opposite corner as you talked with your friends, he had thought about the bathroom still. He thought about the softness of your voice, and even though you had not said all that much, he thought about how there was no tone of hatred masked behind it this time.

You looked up at him for just a moment from across the room, and Eddie could feel the flutter of his heart as your gaze found his. The glance was fleeting, barely there at all, but it was enough to let Eddie hope that maybe you had stopped avoiding him. It would likely kill him if this were to be the last time he saw you, if the two of you were to part ways after this final performance. And so he took that fleeting glance and he hid it somewhere within his heart, unwilling to let it go.

In the end, Eddie only remembered the existence of the competition when he watched as you and your band exited the green room, your instruments slung across your shoulders. You glanced back at Eddie only once during your departure, and as you did so you plucked a finger down each string of your guitar softly. Eddie smiled as the sweet sounds of each note reverberated around the room, and although you did not smile back, the small nod that you offered him before disappearing through the doorway had his heart aflutter nonetheless.

Eddie found himself rising from his seat before he had even made the decision to follow you, earning him a confused expression from each of his bandmates.

“Where are you going?” Gareth asked.

Eddie thought the question wholeheartedly stupid, and yet his features remained neutral as he turned back to Gareth. The two of them had only recently begun talking to each other again, and Eddie did not have the heart to aggravate their friendship any further.

“They’ll be on soon,” was all he responded with.

“Dude, have you seen that crowd? You’ll get swallowed by that thing if you go in there,” Mike said.

“We can just watch them from the wings,” Jeff added.

Eddie knew that they were right. He had peeked out towards the crowd from the side of the stage not long ago, and the sheer volume of people that he had been met with had instilled nerves even within him. He knew that it would be risky to enter the crowd when Corroded Coffin were playing right after you. He knew that he could just watch your set from the safety of the wings instead. And yet he also knew that he would not be able to see you properly if he were to watch you from the side of the stage; he would not see as your nerves washed away and as your lips curved upwards into that same soft smile that always appeared when you played.

So in the end the decision was an easy one to make. Eddie shrugged his shoulders, turned around, and made his way down towards the crowd.

The throng of people that he was met with was so tightly compact that Eddie became instantly repulsed by the sheer amount of people that were touching him at once. It was hot, he was sweaty, and the buzz of conversation was insufferably loud so that it was hard not to consider simply turning around and retreating back the way he had come.

But then you were walking on stage and the thought left him all at once. Because even though there was a considerable amount of people standing between the two of you, even though your gaze never found his as you looked out towards the crowd, you were somehow even more beautiful than you had been when Eddie had first seen you upon a stage back on that rainy night at the Hideout, and Eddie was quite taken aback at how that was even possible.

For just a moment, Eddie wished that it was his guitar that was sitting perched across your shoulders, for something quite animalistic had arisen within him at that sight during your last performance. But in truth you were just as breathtaking as always, and Eddie could feel the beat of his heart quicken as you flashed a smile at the crowd.  

As you turned to set up your amplifier, Eddie found his gaze momentarily distracted by the sight of Dustin Henderson shoving his way towards him. In toe was Steve Harrington who did not try to hide the scowl that covered his features when his eyes met Eddie’s. 

“I didn’t think I’d see you down here!” Dustin yelled over the crowd. 

Eddie did not quite know how to respond. The truth would likely sound too creepy, especially to Steve who was now standing with his arms folded across his puffed-out chest; the truth that he had needed to see the way you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the music, the way your hips began unconsciously swaying to the beat, the way you would forget the crowd, forget everything, and simply have fun. It was intoxicating, seeing you upon a stage; hypnotising even, and Eddie was sure as hell not going to miss what might be the last time he ever got the privilege of watching you perform.

But before Eddie could respond, you were turning back around to face the crowd once more, your lips pressing up against the microphone.

“Hello again!”

Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief when Dustin—his question forgotten—turned his attention towards the stage, trying to ignore the way that Steve was glaring at him.

“Today we’ve got something a little bit different for you.”

The crowd erupted in cheers and Eddie could not quite blame them even though he had to fight the urge to bring his hands up to cover his ears. His curiosity was piqued now, and he found himself holding his breath in anticipation.

“Who here has ever dated an asshole?”

The crowd went wild.

Eddie could not quite stop his face from falling nor his shoulders from dropping. He had allowed himself to hope in that bathroom; to hope that maybe you would not hate him forever, that maybe you would allow him the pleasure of lingering within your presence every so often, that maybe, just maybe, things might get back to how wonderful they had been before. But now he realised that his hopes had been a futile thing; that he had been so abundantly stupid to ever believe that you might come back to him. You were kind. That was all the bathroom had been regardless of how close the two of you had been standing or how many times Eddie had thought your gaze had flickered just slightly downwards towards his lips. You were kind and he was stupid, that was all.

He could feel Dustin and Steve staring at him now, and their gazes only caused more shame to flood through him as he cast his eyes down to the floor. It was almost painful to look upon you, for he knew just how beautiful you looked upon that stage and it would hurt all the more now that it was made abundantly clear that he could never have you.

Eddie felt like leaving. He felt like making his way back up to the green room and then maybe even going further until he was in the carpark and could hopefully no longer hear the song that was undoubtedly about him and all of his assholery. And yet just like when you had laid yourself out bare before him that night in his trailer, once again he found himself incapable of pulling himself away from you. So he stayed and he pulled his gaze back up towards you, his breath hitching in this throat as usual at the sight of the small smile that was upturning your lips.

“Well, we’ve got a song here all about assholes. But we were thinking: why do we get to have all the fun singing it?”

You waited patiently as the crowd’s thunderous roar finally died down, their interest piqued just as Eddie’s was as he waited for you to continue. Your smile was almost devilish, and Eddie revelled in the sight of it.

“So would you help us sing the last chorus?”

Again, the crowd erupted in a series of screams, and your smile only grew wider.

You were quick as you commanded the audience, knowing the judges had no patience when it came to tardiness. So you played each line of the chorus only once, pausing after each one so that the crowd could repeat it back to you. They were hesitant at first, their combined efforts no louder than your own singing with the microphone, and Eddie could see the small falter in your smile as the nervousness flooded through you once more. So by the third line of the chorus, Eddie found himself screaming the lyrics back, and smiled as the people around him followed.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” The waiver in your voice was faint—barely there at all, really—but Eddie still heard it. He saw the way you turned your gaze to the floor, how the confidence in your posture dropped slightly. You were doubting yourself, he knew, and he wanted nothing more than to jump onto that stage and grasp your hand in his, to rub soothing circles across your palm and smile reassuringly at you, to offer any kind of comfort that he could until that smile reappeared across your lips.

For just the smallest of moments as you pulled your gaze upwards to the crowd once more, Eddie could have sworn that your eyes locked with his. It was unlikely considering how many people were packed into the room and how the blinding lights of the stage shrouded the crowd in shadow. But Eddie still flashed you a smile when he thought your gaze lingered upon him, and whether the small upturning of your lips was in response to him or was simply directed out towards the crowd, Eddie’s heart thundered in his chest nonetheless.

“This one’s called Since You’ve Been Gone.”

The beginning of the song was tamer than Eddie expected; a chord progression of simple notes, a basic drum pattern. And yet even though it was simple, it was undoubtedly catchy, the crowd beginning to nod their heads along to the beat before you had ever begun to sing.

“Here’s the thing, we started out friends

It was cool but it was all pretend

Yeah, yeah

Since you’ve been gone.”

Eddie couldn’t lie; the words stung. And yet he found himself forgetting about the pain, forgetting about most things really, as you came alive. Your eyes might have been directed out towards the crowd but you weren’t looking at them, Eddie knew. You were in your own world now, a world where it was just you and your band, and it somehow made you all the more captivating to watch.

“You’re dedicated, you took the time

Wasn’t long ‘til I called you mine

Yeah, yeah

Since you’ve been gone.”

Eddie’s attempt at strategy for the competition came down to one thing; play it loud and hope for the best. So he found himself quite surprised at the docility of the beginning of the song. And yet his own head was nodding to the beat now, for the song was just as good as everything else that you had written even without the presence of an extreme beat and a turned-up amplifier, and the thought was oddly terrifying.

“And all you’d ever hear me say

Is how I picture me with you

That’s all you’d ever hear me say.”

You were talented, that much Eddie had known from the very moment he had first seen you upon the stage at the Hideout. And yet now, he still found himself surprised at just how much he was enjoying the song, even if he was the asshole in question. The thought brought a smile to his lips and a slight chuckle to his breath.

The music was building now as it reached the chorus, growing and amplifying until a cacophony of noise burst out into the hall all at once. Eddie came to realise that he had been wholeheartedly wrong; the song was not docile at all.

“But since you’ve been gone

I can breathe for the first time

I’m so moving on, yeah, yeah

Thanks to you

Now I get what I want

Since you’ve been gone.”

The song was you.

There was no other way to describe the fire and the passion and the sheer intensity that was buried within each lyric, lingering behind every note. Eddie thought it almost funny, the dramatic change in pacing, for it reminded him wholly of you; a spark of light on the outside and a firework beneath.

It was completely electrifying; so much so that for just a moment Eddie found it hard to breath. Your eyes were closed as you sung into the microphone, your voice powerful and unyielding in a way he had not heard it before. You held nothing back as you sang, and it made the room all the more exhilarating. The crowd felt it too, some beginning to sing even though you had not instructed them to so that the room became practically ablaze with noise.

“How can I put it? You put me on

I even fell for that stupid love song

Yeah, yeah

Since you’ve been gone.”

Eddie could feel Dustin’s gaze as it returned to him, could feel it burning a hole into the side of his head as his stare lingered there.

“This must be hard for you,” Dustin eventually said.

Eddie thought about the statement.

Because no, it was not particularly hard to listen to the lyrics as the song continued, and Eddie had not been able to quite figure out why. Perhaps it was the way you said each word with the same wide smile that Eddie so adored. Perhaps it was the way you had begun to dance now, often turning back towards your band mates and forgetting the crowd completely. Perhaps it was the way you just seemed to be having so much fun, for Eddie would always revel in the sight of your happiness.

But Eddie lingered on the thought, knowing that the truth lied somewhere else. When it finally hit him, a wide smile erupted onto his features.

“Or if the person that the song is about is there, I like to look at them too. Then it’s kind of just like I’m giving them a little poem I wrote for them,” you had once said to Eddie, and at the time he had thought the sentiment so painfully adorable. The words replayed in his mind now, over and over until the wideness of his smile begun to hurt to his jaw.

“How come I’d never hear you say, “I just wanna be with you”?

Guess you never felt that way.”

Eddie could see Dustin’s features from the corner of his eye slowly beginning to morph into a look of confusion. Eddie did not blame him; his sudden change in demeanour was likely the last expression of emotion that Dustin had expected him to produce. Steve was furrowing his brows now as well, although Eddie could not quite bring himself to care.

Because now Eddie so hoped that you had glanced towards him at the beginning of your set, that you knew his positioning in the crowd and had had no need to look back. You had avoided his gaze during your last performance, had looked anywhere but at him for what had felt like forever. But even then, your gaze had still eventually found its way back to him, and the hatred and the sadness and the sheer emotion that you had poured into every word that you had directed right at him had only broken his heart further.

But today, through all the smiles and through all the lyrics, you had not returned your eyes back to him, and Eddie found himself more elated by that information than he ever thought he would be.

“She hasn’t looked at me,” fell from his lips, Dustin’s confusion only worsening. Steve’s expression changed however, a slight look of surprise overtaking his features as he quirked one eyebrow up. He understood, Eddie knew, and the thought only made Eddie’s hope soar.

“Wha-” Dustin tried.

“She hasn’t looked at me!” Eddie screamed now as he connected his hands with Dustin’s shoulders and shook him excitedly. The action surprised the boy, and yet before he could react Eddie was pulling away just as quickly, eager to return his attention back to you.

“Is he on drugs?” Eddie heard Dustin whisper to Steve.

But Steve’s own lips were upturning now as he said, “No, I don’t think so.”

“But since you’ve been gone

I can breathe for the first time

I’m so moving on, yeah, yeah

Thanks to you,

Now I get, I get what I want.”

The song had somehow begun to build even further, and Eddie could feel the electricity in the room growing along with it. The atmosphere was practically palpable, something heavy lingering in the air.

“You had your chance, you blew it

Out of sight, out of mind

Shut your mouth, I just can’t take it

Again, and again, and again, and again.”

For just a moment Eddie felt his resolve waiver. Perhaps he was being delusion in his belief that the song was not about him. The lyrics would make so much sense after all. But then your smile was only growing wider, your hair falling slightly in front of your face as you nodded your head along to the beat, and Eddie thought that in the end it didn’t really matter. What mattered was the smile upon your face and whether or not he had the ability to make it stay there.

Robin’s guitar took a hold of the room now, your grip on your own guitar falling away as you let it hang limply from the strap around your shoulders. Your hands came up, the audience bristling in anticipation. The crowd held their breath, waiting for your que.

“Your turn!” you called into the microphone.

The crowd came alive.

“Since you’ve been gone!” they sung, assisted by Meg, Vicki and Robin.

“Since you’ve been gone,” you echoed by yourself.

“I can breathe for the first time

I’m so moving on, yeah, yeah.”

It was deafening being amongst it all, most people screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs. The crowd was not perfect, many forgetting one lyric or another. But the sheer enthusiasm poured into every word made up for it. With the rest of your band singing along the crowd was guided through each line until there was nothing but the sound of your lyrics echoing around the hall. The floors felt as if they were vibrating from the noise, although whatever movement Eddie felt was likely caused by the rowdiness of the crowd as they jumped and bounced along to the beat.

“Thanks to you!” the crowd sang.

“Thanks to you!” you echoed

“Now I get, I get what I want.”

“One more time!” you called, and the crowd obeyed instantly.

People were jumping up and down, some thrashing their arms around in whatever semblance of dancing they were attempting. But the closeness of the crowd was almost a dangerous thing now, and Eddie found himself shuffling closer to Dustin if only to try and protect him from the onslaught of limbs that surrounded them. But through it all Eddie found himself joining the crowd, singing along with just as much fervour.

“I can breathe for the first time

I’m so moving on, yeah, yeah,

Thanks to you

Now I get!

You should know

That I get, I get what I want.”

With each passing lyric you echoed it back, harmonising and adding to the combined efforts of the crowd.

Eddie had fallen in love with your voice from the very first moment he had heard it, and yet still he found himself blown completely away. You were belting the notes now, your voice rising above everything else, your eyes screwed tightly shut as the room fell away. It was just you that he could see now, just you he could hear, and Eddie thought that if he were to spend forever in this suspended limbo where the only thing he could perceive was you, he would be a lucky man.

Your hands flew up once more, the crowd silencing upon your command as the bass and the drums and the guitar fell away.

“Since you’ve been gone.

Since you’ve been gone.

Since you’ve been gone.”

It was just your voice that echoed throughout the room, so melodic as it reverberated upon every wall. And then, as if the falling of your arms released the audience from their silence, the room erupted into a chorus of cheers so deafening that Eddie found himself wincing at the noise. But he was amongst the people cheering, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and whistling as loudly as he could.

The smile that was spread across your lips was intoxicating as Eddie looked upon you. And even though you were panting and you were sweating and your hair was slightly messy, Eddie thought you just as breathtaking as you always were. For just a moment, your gaze found his, and he could not quite help the soaring of his heart when the wideness of your smile did not falter.

But then Eddie’s gaze was leaving yours, quite surprised as the figure of Steve Harrington leaned over towards him.

“Aren’t you up next?” Steve enquired, the smirk across his features almost devilish.

“Shit!” Eddie cried and quite unceremoniously scrambled his way backstage.

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You were quite certain that the feeling of the endorphins running through you as you eventually made your way off stage likely felt similar to the high of drugs. It was intoxicating the way your blood was thrumming through your veins that your heart felt almost as if it might burst out of your chest at any moment.

The only sounds that you and your band seemed capable of producing as the crowd continued to scream long after you had left could only correctly be labelled as a squeal. And yet although the sound was high-pitched and somewhat embarrassing, you could not quite bring yourself to care as you continued to make it all the way down the hall.

But then a figure was scrambling past the four of you and your squealing ceased altogether, because Eddie Munson looked to be running for his life towards the green room and the sight was undoubtedly hilarious. You turned your gaze to where the rest of Corroded Coffin were waiting in the wings, all of them ready to perform and all of them rolling their eyes at the sight of their lead singer running past.

When Eddie slipped slightly upon trying to turn into the green room at a sharp angle, you and your band could not quite stop the barks of laughter that left your lips, all four of you still high from the adrenaline of the set so that your bouts of laughter lasted longer than they probably should have.

“Somebody got a bit distracted,” Robin leaned down and whispered in your ear, and you hoped that the weak punch you applied to her shoulder would be enough to distract her from the blush that arose upon your cheeks.

Eddie emerged from the green room just as quickly as he had entered it, flinging his guitar strap across his shoulders and traversing the final distance to the wings with amazing speed. He was panting, his hair slightly messy as he offered a smile to his bandmates and as their expressions remained neutral in return.

“See? I told you I’d make it,” Eddie said, his voice a clear indication of his attempt at a joke. Jeff and Mike relented in their glares, but Gareth did not, and so Eddie turned away with a sigh, running his hands through his hair.

You weren’t altogether too sure why you lingered in the wings as your band continued on down the hallway, but when Eddie noticed your presence, the smile that erupted across his features had your own lips itching to curl upwards. He turned fully towards you, stepping maybe just slightly closer than what one’s personal space might border.

“You guys were like...insane.” His voice was softer than you had expected it to be, but the sheer enthusiasm that dripped from his words made something warm erupt within your heart.

“That crowd was insane,” you responded.

“They were just responding to you.”

A silence blossomed between you, although its presence wasn’t as awkward as you had expected. It was nice almost, talking with Eddie again and not feeling like punching him. Although there was a part of you that wondered where those feelings had gone. They had been so very prominent for so very long; an anger and a hurt the likes of which you had never seen. And yet now it was their absence that felt strange, as if you had resigned yourself to their permanent residency within you.

But then Eddie was opening his mouth as if he were about to say something, and you found yourself standing at rapt attention, listening intently. But before he could utter whatever it was that was about to fall from his lips, the stage manager was ushering his band on stage. Eddie looked towards where Gareth, Jeff and Mike were standing, offered them a curt nod, and then turned back to give you an apologetic smile.

The silence turned awkward as Eddie continued to linger within your presence, not quite knowing what to say. He looked almost sheepish now, his posture slightly slouched and his eyes not quite meeting yours.

“W-will you watch?” His voice was soft, hesitant almost, as if he had been unsure whether to utter the statement or not. The question surprised you.

“Um,” you began, distracted now as Eddie stared intently at you as if he were hanging upon your every word. “Yeah, okay.”

The sigh of relief that left Eddie’s lips almost had you wanting to smile. The stage manager returned, this time her sentiments more persistent. Eddie nodded to her but lingered within your presence for just a few seconds longer.

“I should…um,” Eddie finally said, pointing to where his bandmates were glaring daggers into his back.

“Yes, of course,” you said.

And then Eddie was turning away from you and the sight was oddly painful.

“Eddie?” you found yourself calling out to him before you could stop yourself.

Eddie whipped around so fast it looked almost as if he were a dog being called by its owner. The look he directed towards you was one of rapt attention, as if he were waiting with bated breath for whatever it was that you were about to say.

You wanted to collect yourself; you wanted to take the time to think through the message that you were about to convey. Although what exactly you wanted to say still eluded you. Because now, words seemed an almost impossible thing with Eddie Munson standing before you. Suddenly it felt almost as if you were back in middle school; a girl standing before her crush willing words into existence if only to abate the awkwardness that had begun to grow.

But there was simply no time to think. The crowd was waiting.

“Never mind. You should go before your band goes on without you.”

“Right…yes,” Eddie said, although there was a slight furrow to his brow now as he looked upon you. But he said nothing, only offering you a small smile before he was turning around and leaving once more.

“Goodluck!” you found yourself calling out.

Eddie turned back around, walking backwards for a few steps, and the smile that he directed towards you was so wide and so genuine and so wholeheartedly Eddie that you felt your heart constrict within your chest.

“Does this mean we’re doing the thing?” you heard Mike say to Eddie as the four of them finally made their departure for the stage.

Eddie smiled back at you one last time before saying somewhat distractedly, “We sure are, Wheeler.”

You only furrowed your brows in confusion, rolled your eyes and then left to find your own band.

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“Whoever touches me next is losing their hand,” Meg grumbled as the four of you remained by the back wall. The space was so disgustingly compacted with people that you could not quite fathom why on earth Eddie had braved the crowd when he had been scheduled to perform straight after you.

Corroded Coffin had emerged onto the stage before you had made it to the audience, a deafening roar erupting from the crowd signifying their entrance. Eddie’s gaze found yours almost immediately upon your arrival, but whether it was because he expected you to linger in the back or because he had always seemed to possess the ability of drawing you to him, you weren’t quite sure. His eyes shone slightly brighter as his eyes locked onto yours, his lips spreading into a wide smile. You upturned the sides of your lips slightly in response and watched on as Eddie begun to set up his guitar.

“You look happy.” The sound of Robin’s voice so close to your ear startled you, and you turned to find her smirking devilishly at you.

“We played really well,” you tried to say nonchalantly.

“I take it your little talk with Munson went well then?”

You punched Robin lightly in the shoulder and she laughed in response. You were grateful when Eddie brushed his lips up to the microphone and greeted the crowd, if only because it saved you from what would have likely been a wholly uncomfortable conversation with a very prying girl.

“The song we’ve got for you tonight is another love song since I seem to be writing a lot of those lately.”

When you turned to look towards Eddie your breath hitched slightly in your throat. Because Eddie was already staring intently at you, and his gaze was so captivating—the brown of his eyes so tantalising even from so far away—that you found yourself frozen in place. “This one’s called She’s So Mean.”

You tried to stifle the bark of laughter that threatened to escape from the confines of your throat, but the smile that accompanied it was seemingly unstoppable as it spilled forth onto your lips. At the sight of it, Eddie’s own smile morphed into a toothy grin before he turned back to his band, offered them each a curt nod, and awaited Gareth’s count in.

The song seemed to be many things although different was the word that first sprung to mind. Corroded Coffin’s songs were loud; they were fast and powerful and always just a little bit unhinged. And yet lately it was as if they had taken a softer turn, as if they were no longer counting on a deafening beat to captivate a crowd, and the thought was surprisingly mature.

“I kn-kn-know a girl

She gets what she wants all the time

'cause she's fine.

But for an angel, she's a hot, hot mess

Make you so blind

But you don't mind.”

Although the song was not as fast paced nor as loud as you had expected it to be, it was just as good, and you felt both guilt and justification at the annoyance that ran through you because of this. Just like the last time they had performed, Eddie’s voice seemed to be at the forefront of the song. The rasp that it possessed managed to send a shiver down your spine, the imperfection of his voice just as perfect as it always was so that goosebumps began to line your skin.

“She’ll make you take her to the club, but then she leaves with her friends

She likes to stay late at the party cause the fun never ends

And all her clothes are on the floor, and all your records are scratched

She’s like a one-way ticket ‘cause you can’t come back.”

At the mention of the record, another bark of laughter rose within your throat, and this time you could not stop it as it spilled from your mouth. Robin turned to look at you with a slight furrow in her brows, but you paid her no mind as you raised one hand and flipped up your middle finger.

It was clear that the action caught Eddie off guard, for now he was stifling his own laugh as his fingers continued to dance across the strings of his guitar. He turned away for just a moment to compose himself before his lips were connecting with the microphone once more.

“Sayin’ yeah, and you want her

But she’s so mean.”

“You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?” Mike, Gareth and Jeff echoed.

You could feel Robin’s gaze lingering upon you now, and whilst you knew that she would question the wideness of your smile later when you had left the deafening crowd and she could annoy you until her heart was content, it was as if the happiness that your face was exuding couldn’t be stopped.

The song was building now, growing into something more familiar; into something louder and faster and slightly deranged.

“She’s got a wicked sense of humour, can’t believe what she says.”

It was nice listening to a song that had been written about you, even if it was written in a joking manner.

“And all you want is just to hold her, but she don’t go for that.

She has a hard time coming when she can’t hit back.”

It was nice in such a way that you thought you could get used it; going to Eddie’s shows and listening to his latest songs. It was an easy scene to imagine; maybe in a venue a bit bigger than the Hideout, a bigger crowd than he normally gathered. Maybe you’d be in Indianapolis, or maybe somewhere even bigger yet, and you would be standing in the front row whilst Eddie smiled down upon you as he played just as he was doing now. And when the show was done the two of you would leave together, maybe to get food or a milkshake or to simply do nothing at all but lay within each other’s arms on a couch or a bed just as you had done on that night back at his trailer.

It was so very easy to imagine, and that was the scariest part of all.

“Sayin’ yeah, and you want her

But she’s so mean.”

“You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?”

“Yeah, and you want her

But she’s so mean.”

“You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?”

You looked back up towards Eddie upon the stage, his face contorted in concentration, a bead of sweat dripping from his brow, and yet his lips still upturned into a smile. And it was almost as if you could feel it now; the weight of the decision you still had to make lingering on the back of your mind. On the one hand you knew it would be easy to forgive Eddie. He was kind and he was funny and he made you feel things you had not allowed yourself to feel in a very long time. He was boisterous and yet he was gentle and how attractive he looked on a stage—how attractive he looked in general, really—was wholeheartedly unfair.

But on the other hand, Eddie had lied, and he had continued to do so for weeks on end. His very first interactions with you had been a lie; a concoction of a half-thought out, stupid plan that had been developed by a fifteen-year-old. And yet they had felt real. The way he had spoken with you, the way he had made you laugh, the way he had touched you had all felt so very real that it was so easy to believe everything that Eddie had said in the video store. It was so very easy to consider putting your heart on the line again.

“Yeah, and you want her

Yeah, you want her

Yeah, I know how you want her, but she’s so mean.”

“You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?”

The smile that he flashed you as the last notes of the song reverberated around the room had your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Fuck,” you groaned under breath, perfectly well aware of just how screwed you were. Because Eddie was smiling at his bandmates now, reaching out to ruffle Mike’s hair annoyingly and the sight made something warm erupt within your heart. So you turned to leave along with your bandmates, hoping that by getting away from the sight of Eddie Munson on a stage you might be able to tame your racing heart. But just as quickly as Eddie’s focus had left the crowd, he was returning to the microphone once more.

“Before we go,” Eddie called, and you could not quite stop the furrow in your brows as you turned back to look at him. Eddie’s gaze found yours once more, a devilish smile spreading across his lips. “We actually have one more song for you tonight.”

The crowd seemed as if it did not quite know what to think. Some cheered enthusiastically, others more half-hearted, and some remained silent altogether.

“Two songs?!” Meg exclaimed. “They aren’t allowed two songs!”

“We didn’t get two songs!” Vicki followed.

“For the other band competing tonight, don’t worry,” Eddie continued. “This one isn’t going towards our score.” And then the boy who had already successfully made your heart continue to race and your breathing begin to quicken from the heat in his stare had the audacity to wink at you. “But I bet you’re gonna wish it did.”

Now the crowd seemed to be waiting with bated breath, everyone just as confused as each other at this unexpected turn of events.

“If you remember our song from last week, you’ll remember that I dedicated it to a girl. Although it was plastered all over the article written about the comp so I’m sure all of you are up to date with my love life.”

The crowd laughed and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ll probably also remember how I said I fucked things up with this girl. I’m still working on getting her back. I hurt her, and there’s nothing I can do about that now but continue to apologise. But you see, I also embarrassed her as well, so I thought I could at least get even with her for that part. And what better way to do that than in front of a crowd full of strangers?”

Eddie was staring so intently at you now that it was almost easy to forget the room full of people that surrounded you. For just a moment it was simply you and Eddie, and the thought had your heart thundering in your chest.

“The first time I ever saw her play, she was singing an ABBA song, so I thought I’d bring it full circle.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes going wide as you shared a look of disbelief with Robin.

“This one’s Take a Chance on Me by ABBA.”

The beginning of the song was so very familiar.

“What is happening?” fell from your lips, mouth opened wide in shock.

“This is the best day of my life,” Robin breathed.

“If you change your mind

I’m the first in line.

Honey, I’m still free

Take a chance on me.”

You buried your head in your hands, unwilling to believe the sight that was unravelling before you. Eddie Munson singing ABBA on a stage was a preposterous thing. But Eddie Munson singing ABBA on a stage in front of people was the most outlandish, inconceivable, unbelievable thing that could be happening. So you rubbed at your eyes before you looked back up, quite sure that the world would return to normal and you would find Eddie and his band exiting the stage.

But their performance continued, somehow having grown even more unimaginable as Gareth, Mike and Jeff joined in, singing, “Take a chance, take a chance, t-take a chance-chance,” over and over again. Some of the crowd were laughing now, others dancing and singing along to the familiar song.

“If you’re all alone

When the pretty birds have flown

Honey, I’m still free

Take a chance on me.

Gonna do my very best

And it ain’t no lie

If you put me to the test

If you let me try.”

Eddie sung the last verse with so much conviction and with his eyes unwavering from yours that you felt almost like turning away. But you kept your gaze steady with his, fighting off the urge to upturn your lips. There was the cheekiness that was seemingly always lingering behind Eddie’s eyes, somehow almost ablaze now. There was his usual spark of life, and the sight of it returned after having seen it disappear for so long almost had you sighing in relief. But there was the hope as well, and where once it had been a small and feeble thing when you had glimpsed it in the dim light of the bathroom, now it seemed to almost consume the entirety of Eddie’s gaze.

“We can go dancing

We can go walking

As long as we’re together

Listen to some music

Maybe just talking

Get to know you better.”

Maybe it was the way that Eddie seemed to be having so much fun, his voice turning sultry and smooth for the verse as he smiled widely. Maybe it was the way he didn’t seem to care that he was singing an ABBA song in front of a crowd full of people, even though you had been quite certain up until that point that Eddie would sooner dance through the main strip of Hawkins naked before he ever did this. Or maybe it was the looks of pure mortification that consumed Mike, Gareth and Jeff as they played. Either way, the beginnings of a laugh started to bubble up in your throat, leaking onto your face first in the form of a smile that kept growing wider.

“Cause you know I’ve got

So much that I wanna do

When I dream I’m alone with you, it’s magic.”

Eddie accompanied the line with a wiggle of his brows, and although you wanted to roll your eyes and laugh it off, you felt a heat begin to grow somewhere low within you. He had practically growled the line, singing in an octave lower than the original so that his voice was deep and rough. A warmth spread across your cheeks, erupting onto your skin so quickly that you hoped Eddie couldn’t see it in the darkness of the space. But a smirk appeared across his lips anyway, and it had you wanting to turn away from him altogether in an attempt to compose yourself.

You tried your best to swallow the laugh that was so very close to escaping now, not wanting to give Eddie the satisfaction of achieving what he had wanted to with the song. So when Robin begun to laugh from beside you, her attempts at stifling it long since discarded with, you could not stop yourself from joining in with her, Meg and Vicki following suit on Robin’s other side. Eddie’s smile only grew wider as he looked upon you now.

“Let me tell you now

My love is strong enough

To last when things are rough, it’s magic.

You say that I waste my time

But I can’t get you off my mind, no, I can’t let go

‘Cause I love you so.”

There they were again; those three words that had haunted you since the video store. It had been easy to forget them, to push them to the back of your mind and tell yourself that you would deal with their existence later. But now, as Eddie repeated them, directing them so clearly at you as your gaze remained captivated within his, they weren’t so easy to ignore.

He had said them; he had spoken them into existence that day at the video store when you had hidden from him and when Eddie had found you anyway. And now he was saying them again without hesitation this time, with a smile upon his face, in front of a crowd full of people, and it only made the words all the more terrifying.

But then there was Robin beside you, who had now decided to join in with the song, screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs, and the sight was so unexpected and somehow even more bizarre that you found yourself laughing once more. And then the four of you were singing together, Robin grabbing your hand to spin you around her in whatever semblance of dancing you could do within the limited space.

Occasionally, when you glanced back up to Eddie upon the stage you would always find him watching you, a soft smile on his lips as his fingers danced fluidly across each string. And maybe if you allowed yourself to smile back once or twice, the hope only growing behind his eyes, you could not quite bring yourself to regret it.

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- She's So Mean by Matchbox Twenty

- Take A Chance On Me by ABBA

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Finish What Ya Started.

Part Two To This Original Story!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: You let Eddie try anal as that's something he's been fantasising about, but to make it even you declare you get to peg him. The weekend rolls around, Wayne is outta town and you two make use of the empty trailer by pegging Eddie.

Warnings: Yo! This shit is smut, so no minors allowed! 18+ from here on out, kiddos! Uhhh. I’m not sure what warnings to give? There’s oral sex performed on Eddie, reader who is afab/female pronouns, p in a sex, pegging, Eddie receiving. Fingering too, idk what else to warn ya with? This is just p**n tbh! <3

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “idk if you’ve done a fic about this yet, but maybe pegging eddie? the thought just keeps coming to my mind but i’ve never seen a fic about it.”

Word Count: 4k

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Saturday couldn’t roll around fast enough, you were still limping slightly from Thursday, but you were walking around with a noticeable pep in your step, excited about the upcoming adventure that you and Eddie were going to experience. You were nervous and excited, you had no idea what you were doing, and you didn’t want to hurt him, but you knew he was a tough guy and liked a little pain, so what’s the worst that could happen here?

Wayne had left early Friday morning for his fishing trip, leaving you and Eddie to have breakfast and get ready for school without having to tiptoe around his sleeping uncle, it was weird, but it was nice. For a short while it felt like you were living alone together, and it gave you a warm fuzzy feeling at the thought of this being your forever, waking up with Eddie, getting ready for your days together, it was a nice thing to aim for.

Putting your dishes in the sink before heading back to his room, you change into comfortable skinny jeans and one of his old shirts, making sure to apply deodorant to yourself and perfume to the shirt to cover the smell of weed and cigarettes.

Packing your bag, you waited on the couch for your boyfriend as he took his sweet time picking out his rings and fixing his hair, rolling your eyes fondly as he stumbles out of his room a little behind schedule, as you expected. Smacking your ass on his way out which elicited a yelp out of you, it was something he did by habit now so he didn’t even stop to think that it would be a bad idea this time.

He jumped a little at your reaction, eyes wide as he’s quickly apologising for touching your ass, once the sting subsides, you break out into a laugh before smacking him with your backpack. Both of you stumbling out towards his van, hopping in with minimal discomfort before revving up the engine and clutching onto the inside for purchase as Eddie speeds you both to school.

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Your day was average, a couple of tests here, a couple of class presentations there, a hectic lunch period that included your boyfriend tackling some of the younger Hellfire kids for his own amusement, nothing out of the ordinary.

The final bell rung for the day, and you made your way down to Hellfire Club, just in time for your weekly meeting. You weren��t technically part of the club, but they welcomed you in all the same, you promised one day that you would actually partake in the story, but for now you were more than happy observing from the side-lines.

Sitting in the corner watching the play in between reading lines from your English homework, giggling whenever Dustin or Eddie would begin bickering, having to declare multiple times that you weren’t going to be taking sides between them.

The game came to an end, small crowd of students cheering in joy as they managed to defeat Vecna this time around, it had been multiple weeks of failures, so relief filled the kids once they had finally succeeded. Only standing once everything was packed up and Eddie was ready to go, not because you were lazy, but Eddie refused to ever let you lift a finger.

You hop in the van with Eddie and the gang, rolling your eyes fondly as yet another fake argument kicked out between them, trying to declare who the best band of all time was, you just slump down in your seat and focus out the window with a smile.

Dropping the kids back at their homes one by one, eventually pulling up to the trailer and letting out a relaxed sigh at the sight of your quiet and peaceful home for the night.

“Pizza?” Eddie offers, shutting off the engine and grinning at you.

“And weed,” you confirm, climbing out of the van and slinging your backpack over your shoulder, following him up to the front door and slipping inside after him, dumping your bag on the couch as you step out of your shoes.

You wander straight towards Eddie’s room to swipe one of his blunts off the dresser with his lighter whilst he called the pizza place and ordered dinner, smiling as you hop up on the counter beside him, he moves between your legs to stand comfortably.

Lighting up the blunt as he hangs up with the pizza shop, taking a long drag before passing it over to him to watch as he does the same, the both of you staying like this until a knock at the door took you out of the moment. You stub out the blunt and watch as he wanders to the door, exchanging the pizza for a wad of cash from his wallet, thanking the driver for bringing it and smiling politely as he is told to have a good night.

Setting the pizza box down on the kitchen table, you climb down from the counter and sit at the table with him, both of you chowing down one slice at a time until the whole thing was demolished. You take the trash out whilst Eddie grabs you a bottle of water each, wandering back into his room for the night, you spend the evening hanging out and listening to music with him. Sharing a quick shower before bed, you climb into the sheets once you are dry, a bundle of limbs as his snoring lulls you to sleep with ease.

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The sound of something dropping in the shower rudely awakens you from your sleep, peaking one eye open with a confused look on your face. The room was dark as the curtains were closed, but the time on the clock said ten am, you groan and submit to the day, deciding you will try and stay awake instead of slumping back in the sheets and passing out again. Sitting up a little in bed, you push your hair away from your face, voice croaky and hoarse from the night as you do your best to call out to Eddie.

“Babe? You good?” you ask, yawn following just behind.

“I’m good! Sorry…” he calls out from the shower, you roll over and face plant his side of the bed to get comfortable in his absence.

You’re not sure how long passes, but Eddie’s clothed body crouching down beside you and combing your hair away from your face leads you to believe that you passed out again, a small pout on your lips to see him dressed.

“Aw, man.. I missed the free show?” you whine, causing him to laugh and press a kiss to your head.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see plenty later, bub,” he reassures you, stroking his thumb along your cheek whilst you have to give yourself an internal pep talk to stay awake this time.

“What’s the time?” you grumble, eyes a little blurry from sleep.

“Uhhhh,” he checks his watch, “almost noon?” sitting up in bed and brushing your hair away from your face, you stretch out and let out a satisfied groan as your back pops back into place.

“Why’re you all dressed?” you look confused as he was dressed head to toe, bandana on his head and shoes on his feet, clearly he had already been outside today.

“Had a deal this morning and then had to run to the store for supplies,” he shrugs.

“Supplies?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

“Strap, more lube, the usual Saturday morning purchases,” he laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed whilst kicking off his shoes, grabbing the black bag from nearby to show you what he got.

You opened up the bag, seeing two bottles of lube, one just to refill your old used up bottle and the other specifically for anal, your cheeks flush a little. Pulling out the box, you open it up and gasp a little at the strap that was inside, grinning across at him as you liked the fact that he had gone and chosen this himself, it was cute that he was so excited.

“Oh yeah? This what you want, hm?” you tease fondly, giving him a kiss whilst setting the box and bottles off to the side.

“I think so, yeah! I’m outta my depth here, but this is what the person working there recommended for beginners so here we are!” he announced proudly.

“You’re so cute,” you mumble, smothering him in more kisses to calm his nerves.

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A few more hours pass and you’re now laying on the couch with Eddie, watching some reruns that you’ve probably seen a hundred times, his hand combing through your hair whilst you were slumped on top of him. You’d smoked some weed with him, and you were both in a totally chill mindset right now, tilting your head up and pressing a few kisses against the underside of his jaw to get his attention.

Like clockwork, he tilts his head down and focuses on you like the tv had never existed, cupping your cheek in his hands, and pressing slow kisses to you with a content hum.

“Well, hello,” he smiles, watching as you wriggle around until you are straddling his lap.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you reply, resting your hands on his chest.

Your fingers run up and down his chest soothingly before creeping up under his shirt to trail your fingers along his bare chest, scratching your nails back down and causing him to hiss a little at the pain.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt, grinning when he gets the hint to remove the offensive fabric so you could explore his body. Leaning down, you ghost little kisses all over his torso, licking and nipping at various patches of his skin to tease, letting your tongue brush down the happy trail at the waistband of his pants.

Looking up at him through your lashes whilst you nipped at the skin above his belt, you could feel him stirring in his pants whilst your fingers fumbled with the fastening of the belt, tugging it open and unzipping his jeans.

“Lemme see?” you ask softly, kneeling at the end of the couch for a second to give him the space to tug down his jeans and boxers, moving to kneel between his thighs once he was completely naked, purring at the sight.

“Excuse me?” he smirks, gesturing to your clothed body with a sassy eyebrow raise.

Pulling away for a moment, you tug the shirt over your head and expose your bare chest to him, wearing just a small pair of underwear that barely cover anything. A small groan of content slipping his lips at the sight of you, shuffling to lay on your stomach between his thighs as your small hand wraps around the base of his shaft.

Tugging him gently, you press open mouthed kisses along the side of his shaft before reaching the tip, spitting gently on it as your hand works in a messy corkscrew motion to spread the spit around. Lips wrapping around his tip, you hollow your cheeks and suck him into your mouth with a groan, vibrating around his dick as his hand flies down to tug at your hair, the poor guy whimpering and cursing underneath you.

“Fuck, like that…” he’s crying out softly, head thrown back before forcing himself to look down at you, watching how your head is eagerly bobbing up and down his shaft, spit pooling on his balls from how you were gagging and spluttering on him without a care in the world.

Your hands catching whatever your mouth couldn’t handle, one palm cradling his balls and massaging them between your fingers, the other squeezing and pumping the base as you look up at him innocently. Giggling around his dick at the noises he was making, his hands shaking in your hair whilst you were putting on a show for him, soaking between your thighs at the fact you could make him feel this good and sound this pretty.

He’s stuttering and desperately grabbing at the couch under him as you swallow him down whole, nose pressing to his pubes as you gag, tongue swirling against his balls before you pull back, a string of spit connecting the two of you.

“Please let me cum, please,” he begs softly, you sit back and brush your thumb back and forth along the slit of his dick, teasing the sensitive head as it was beading with precum, raising a brow as if to question why you would let him do that.

“Please, baby, please.. I need your mouth,” he was whimpering, and in a moment of weakness, you cave.

Cupping his outer thighs in your hands and wrapping your mouth around his tip, relaxing your jaw as you take a deep breath, awaiting the assault on your throat that was about to come. Gagging each time that Eddie would thrust up into your mouth, red in the face and panting a little as he would knock the head of his dick against the back of your throat, your eyes streaming with tears, but you let him continue.

“Holy shit, holy shit, fuck, swallow baby, swallow it all, fuck, good girl” he cries out, grabbing the back of your head with his hands and forcing himself down your throat as he came, making you gag once again as you breathed through your nose.

He slowly pulled out of your throat and relaxed his hands, so you were free to move, pulling back with ease as you swallowed the mess that was in your mouth, grabbed his shirt and wiped both your eyes and nose to clear up the slobbering mess that you were because of him.

Breathing hard as you place your hands on his chest just to stabilise yourself, nodding tiredly when he double checks that you’re going to be okay. You loved when he was rough with you like that, but it always knocked the wind out of you for a bit, his soothing hands brushing up and down your sides to comfort you until you could breathe again.

“Jesus,” your voice croaks, giggling at how broken you sounded.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he offers, shifting you around until you are laying flat on top of him once again, nodding your head with a shy smile.

“Never better,” you mumble, connecting your lips in a wet kiss.

“Still got the energy to fuck my brains out?” he chuckles between kisses, making you purr in his direction and nod eagerly.

“Get in bed and wait for me,” you demand softly, watching as he jumps up from his spot on the couch and rushes away into the bedroom with glee.

Standing up on shaking legs, you follow him into the bedroom and close the door behind you both, te clothes you’d abandoned on the floor would become a job for later on, that wasn’t important right now. Smiling down at Eddie who was laying in the centre of his bed lightly jerking himself to ensure he stayed hard.

“How do you wanna do this?” You offer, not sure on where to start as this was new for the both of you, watching as his cheeks flush pink.

“Well, I kinda tried to prep myself a little earlier in the shower? So… I’m thinking fingers should be enough before the toy?” he suggests, causing you to smile as you grab the toy and the lube, setting them nearby on the bed.

“You did? Look at you go, being all extra prepared and stuff, hm? Someone’s eager to get on my dick,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips as his cheeks darken.

“Kinda…” he shrugs, giving his length a squeeze.

Moving around until you’re kneeling between his thighs once again, one hand cupping his jaw and the other stroking his outer thigh as you give him tender kisses. Hand only slipping from his thigh to reach for the lube, spreading his legs a little more open in the process.

You pour a little lube on your fingers and press it against his entrance, smiling at the way he shivers from the cold temperature.

“This might hurt a bit?” you mumble, trying to prepare him a little more for the intrusion that you were about to cause.

Reconnecting your lips and letting him moan into your mouth as you’re brushing your fingers back and forth along his rim just to get him used to the fact you’re going to be there. It’s only when he whimpers that you decide it’s time to start, gently nudging one finger inside of him. It was a lot easier than when he tried on you, maybe because your fingers were smaller, maybe because he tried in the shower, or maybe both? All you knew was there was less resistance.

“Good boy, you’re taking it so well,” smiling into his mouth as you praise him, a groan muffled by the kiss as he preens into your touch.

You’re able to get your finger in relatively easily, curling it up inside of him and starting the slow thrusting process of your index finger whilst he moans into your mouth. Your tongue slipping into the kiss to distract him as your second finger enters, the pair working their way inside of your boyfriend as he lays under you, grinding against your hand.

You were surprised at how well he was taking this, it making the excitement bubble up in your stomach as you knew that he would enjoy this far more than originally thought.

“That feel alright, baby?” you question, watching as his head nods quickly in agreement.

“Fuck yes, m-more?” he whimpers out a soft beg, hisps stuttering a little as you continue.

Two fingers sliding in and out of him as he’s groaning into your mouth, you push your luck to include a third and you’re impressed by how he curses out in bliss. His hand still steadily jerking himself to ease any tension or pain whilst you’re kissing him, mumbling into his mouth with a smile.

“Taking me so well, gorgeous,” you purr at how he’s instantly whimpering from the praise. This was a whole new side to your boyfriend and you loved it so fucking much.

“Want you, need you,” he’s groaning, breaking the kiss to look up at you with wide eyes, dropping his dick in favour of moving hands down to your ass, grabbing at the doughy flesh with a pout, “please?”

“You want my dick, hm?” you ask, smiling at the speed in which Eddie’s nods his head in response, “sure, baby.”

You slip your fingers from him and wipe them on the sheets, you’ll change them later, pulling your hair into a low bun and tying it there as you need it out of your face for the next part. Picking up the harness, you take a couple of seconds to work it out before you’re sliding it on like underwear, adjusting the toy that’s attached so it’s nice and snug on your pubic bone.

“You look so good like that,” he moans a little more at the sight of you, gaze flickering between the silicone and your expressions.

Climbing back into bed, you take Eddie’s place and lay on your back in the centre, reaching for the lube before he stops you. Eyes wide with confusion as he leans down and wraps a hand around the base of the toy, ducking down to spit on it before using his hand to spread the spit like lube, as you’d done outside with his own dick.

“Oh yeah? This how you’re gonna play it?” a smug grin on your face as you watch him settle between your legs.

Smirking a little as he takes the tip of the toy into his mouth, your hand burying in his hair whilst you encourage him to continue. He’s sucking lightly at it, looking up at you for guidance and reassurance as you let out soft moans of approval. Bobbing his head a little on the dick, he’s gagging when it brushes the back of his throat, cheeks red and eyes watering.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” you coo, stroking your thumb over his cheek soothingly, “go ahead…”

Bobbing his head up and down for a little while longer before he’s pulling back with a pop, reaching for the lube and applying a thick amount over the toy.

“Can’t wait, need you,” he’s moaning a little between his words.

You lay back and watch as he’s applying a thick layer to his rim too, sticky hands resting on your chest whilst he’s lined up your tip with his entrance.

“Easy, bub,” your hands holding his hips so he can’t sink down too fast and hurt himself, groaning in pleasure as he’s easing himself down onto your toy.

He takes a little while to adjust before the base of your toy is flush against his ass, his whole body shaking and tip leaking precum as he’s getting used to you being inside of him. Once again, you distract him with kisses, his hands on the pillows beside your head whilst your hands are on his hips, he’s straddling your lap like you usually did for him.

Tongues swirling around one another’s mouths as you’re panting together, shifting your hips experimentally and smirking at the moan that falls from his lips.

“Good boy,” you purr.

Your feet flat against the sheets whilst he’s holding himself up over you, you begin to slowly raise and drop your hips in slow and steady thrusts, your name falling from his lips in bliss as without even trying the tip of your toy was massaging a sensitive spot inside of him.

He’s leaning down to kiss you once again, cursing into your mouth as you’re fucking into him from below. One hand grabbing at his dick yet again, tugging at the hard length whilst his face buried into your neck, whimpering your name with each stroke of your hips.

“You like that, hm?” You question, his head nodding quickly as he’s grunting out in ecstasy.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” he’s on the verge of tears.

Rolling you both over so he’s on his back and you’re kneeling between his thighs, you cup the back of his thighs and press them up against his chest so he’s spread out in a V shape. Dropping your head back with a groan as you’re now pounding into him mercilessly, his back arching whilst he cries out desperately for you. Each stroke bring him closer and closer to his climax, your silicone tip hammering his weak spot over and over.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, please, please let me cum, please,” he begs and you willingly oblige.

One hand moving down to wrap around his throat, choking him gently as you kept his legs spread with your other hand. Pounding into your boyfriend as he’s spread out under you, eyes rolling back in his head, tugging hard on his dick until he’s grunting out and making a mess of himself on his chest.

Slowing your hips to a gradual stop, grinning down at him as he’s sensitive and desperate, slipping from his walls and shuffling the toy from your hips and onto the floor. Moving to straddle his hips, you lean down and give him a series of soft and delicate kisses until he’s back to his usual self.

“How was that, baby?” You ask softly, wiping the sweat from his cheeks as you kiss the centre of his forehead, a tired and pliant smile on his face as he’s still panting.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He groans, his body on overdrive right now as you sit on his stomach, not caring that you’re sitting in his mess.

You exchange slow kisses back and forth until you eventually grow tired and collapse on top of him, your own body twitching from the exhaustion of doing all the work this time around.

“You make some pretty sounds, you know? Might have to do this more often,” you giggle, kissing his nose innocently.

“I’m fucking down,” he smirks, cupping the back of your head and tugging you down for a passionate kiss.

“I love you,” you mumble.

“I love you more, fuck,” he sighs happily.

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JACKET

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: unrequited Eddie x OC

Words: 1000

Description: Penelope had gone to school with Eddie Munson for three years and she has a huge, pathetic crush.

Warning: I have never seen stranger things, yes I know, I’m terrible. I have seen some videos and read some fanfic, but I also have my amazing editor @buggylad, who has seen the show. So enjoy!

"No that's not what I'm saying, look it's not my fault he lost his jacket in the upside down."

"That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt Robin. He fucking loved that thing jeez."

"Tell me about it, all I ever hear is him moaning about being to weak to make a new one, he's on bed rest for another like what 5-9 months?"

She held her breath, Penelope was obviously not supposed to over hear that conversation. For five years Eddie Munson had been going to Hawkins high, it was common knowledge that he had to repeat his senior year (this was the third time).

Eddie had been in his first senior year when Penelope was a freshman. She'd had such a huge crush on him, but she was just a freshman and he was Eddie Munson. Some part of her had just assumed that since he was a senior he'd graduate that year and she'd never see him again.

But it had been three years, three years of pathetic pining after the metal head. Penelope was just on her way to the bathroom, she didn't know that two of Eddie Munson's friends were talking in the hall.

She placed a hand over her mouth and scurried back in another direction, that jacket had been his pride and joy. During her entire high school career Penelope had seen that jacket evolve, starting blank and becoming a beautiful mosaic of his passions.

Penelope thought back to her sketchbook, she knew a soft drawing laid inside, one of the vest in question. It was also known to her that Gareth was a friend of the boys and he would know what patches were placed into the garment.

In that moment Penelope knew what she was going to do.

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Penelope sat with her friend Jessie in the Hawkins mall. Glancing over she could see 'scoops ahoy' the local ice cream parlour.

"Tell me again why we're doing this?" The older asked with lacklustre.

"Steve knows Dustin, Dustin knows Eddie. You give the package for Eddie to Steve, he gives it to Dustin who gives it to Eddie. Done and done." Penelope smiled at her friend enthusiastically.

Sighing Jessie turned to the girl.

"So this is all about your infatuation with the freak huh?" Taking a sip of her drink she glanced over at the younger girl.

"It's not an infatuation! And he's not a freak! Just give him the damn box Jess." Her friend chuckled and grabbed the box.

It was wrapped with newspaper, a small colourful card made of scrapbook paper was taped to the top.

"Cookie dough or cotton candy?" Jessie asked while standing, box in her arms.

"Is that even a question? Cookie dough obviously." Penelope sulked slightly as her friend walked over to the ice cream store.

After watching her friend flirt with both Steve and robin for way too long, grab their ice cream and hand over the package with a smile, Penelope stood and walked towards the door.

"Your ice cream my lady." A blush painted the young girls face, Eddie was going to get her gift.

Jessie scooped a small bit of ice-cream from the small bowl and held up a hand towards her friend. After a high five and a brief chuckle the girls left the mall.

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The kids along with Steve stood outside Eddie's trailer. Arms crossed he sighed facing Dustin with a look of annoyance.

"How do we know it's not some taunt or something?" He asked motioning towards the box.

"You said a pretty girl gave it to you?" Steve gave a curt nod. Dustin sighed.

"I think we have to give it to him." They turned to Robin.

"How do we know it's not-." The young boy was quickly interrupted by the older girl.

"We don't know until we open it!" Robin shouted. A soft bang could be heard from inside the trailer and a muffled yell rung out.

"Just bring it inside already!" Great, now Eddie knew too.

They opened the door and timidly walked inside. Eddies bed was facing them as they entered, the boy sat in a Metallica t-shirt and sleep pants. He'd just changed his bandages when the yelling outside had started.

He made a grabbing gesture to the trio, indicating he wanted the box. Walking forward Steve gently placed the box onto Eddie's lap and he pushed himself upwards.

Grabbing the garish note on top he read out loud.

"To, Eddie Munson. Well great, at least we know who it's for." He chuckled sarcastically and peeled back the wrapping.

Grabbing a box cutter from his bedside table, Eddie jimmied open the top of the box. He was met with soft white tissue paper, if it was a prank they certainly put a lot of work into it.

Feeling around inside his hand landed on another garish envelope, one that looked homemade. Gingerly he opened it softly pulling a few sheets of lined paper.

"Dear Eddie, I've been missing you at school lately. I hope you don't get upset, I didn't mean to but I overheard you friends taking in the halls, but I did." Eddie glanced up, both robin and Dustin looked to the ground nervously.

"They were saying something about you being hurt. They didn't specify but I like to think you were performing and got caught in a mosh pit. Or you played so well that a rival band wanted to take out the lead, but you beat them up before they could. Or you were rocking out to Metallica in the shower and slipped in the bathtub. (The old age home commercials say it's both very possible and very dangerous)." Eddie let out a soft laugh, they were funny.

"One thing I did hear though, was that your previous jacket was a victim to whatever incident took place, and that you were too ill to fix/ make a new one. I really hope you don't mind that I did this, feel free to throw it away if you hate it. I hope you feel well soon, school isn't the same when you're not there. If you ever want to find me ask Jessie. ~Opie."

A look of confusion painted his feature as he reached I to the box again. This time he pulled up a smaller rectangle wrapped with newspaper as well. He ripped it open to reveal a cassette tape, someone made him a mix tape, someone made him a mix tape.

Smiling to himself, Eddie read the side of the tape. 'Eddie's Mix'. Chuckling he reached down into the box.

Something soft greeted him, he pulled up a lump of what he assumed was fabric wrapped in newspaper. When he opened it he nearly cried. His jacket.

Someone made his jacket, he pulled it towards his chest and hugged it tightly. Pulling back he laughed and looked up.

"Who the fuck is Opie?"

@buggylad

#eddie munson x autistic reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #stranger things #orginal character #original female character #fanfiction #fanfic

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On My List

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist

Author’s Note:

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, musical theater (yes, that gets it's own warning), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, let me know if I missed anything?

Suddenly, Seymour

By the time their 4th kiss rolls around, Steve is starting to think that maybe he hallucinated the whole fucking thing. Eddie hasn’t made a single move or mentioned any of the kisses at all to Steve since NYE. Even Robin had gone from “Oh my god, he’s totally into you” to “well, you know how Eddie is. He loves to cause chaos.” Eddie and Steve still see each other regularly, usually at least once a week on their own volition and a couple times in between while driving around the children. And in the almost month that had past, not once has Eddie even hinted at anything happening between them.

So, Steve did what he did best and pushed it all down and focused on anything else other than the metal head. This focus included helping Dustin audition for the school musical, Little Shop of Horrors. Steve didn’t know much about acting and his singing knowledge was limited to what he learned as a kid in church choir, but he was very good at critiquing Dustin. Steve even watched the movie with Rick Moranis and everything so he knew what was going on in the musical and how it should feel (and totally not because he thought Steve Martin looked kinda hot in the leather jacket with the motorcycle even if he was a piece of shit).

Dustin was auditioning for the lead, Seymour. Part of the audition was having to do a duet with someone auditioning for Audrey, and kissing her at the end of the song. Dustin was really good at every other thing he had to do for this role, but the idea of kissing someone random on stage in front of the whole town was really freaking him out. (Sure, cannibalism and murder was fine, but god forbid there was PDA). Of course, Steve became his personal director for this particular issue, as the ex-ladies man was very familiar with kissing practical strangers in public.

“Listen, you just gotta think about Suzie,” he advised.

“You want me to think about my girlfriend while kissing another girl?” Dustin questioned, looking at Steve like he has 5 heads.

“No that’s not what I-“, Steve started. He sat down on the couch next to the now Sophomore. “Look. This whole song is about realizing you’re in love, right? It’s about finally getting the girl. It’s about finally realizing that the person who’s been by your side this whole time, who’s had your back since day one, who’s never hurt you is the love of your life. And you’re finally ready to see that, to admit it,” Steve explains. “Not only are you falling in love with your best friend, but you have this feeling of-of hope. There’s a weight off your shoulders and everything just might work out in your favor. And that’s how you feel about Suzie, right? Like it’s all gonna be okay when you look at her?” Dustin nods in response and Steve continues. “So you gotta take all that- all that love and light and- and hope and put it into this song, and the kiss. It’s not about kissing someone on stage, it’s about making the audience feel that joy that your character is feeling.”

“Wow, Harrington. I didn’t know you were such a fuckin’ sap.” Eddie’s voice rings out from the doorframe of Dustin’s bedroom, scaring the ever living shit out of the other two boys. “Jesus Christ, Eddie, you can’t just sneak up on people like that,” Dustin scolds.

Eddie puts his hands up in defense “Sorry, sorry. Stevie was on a roll, there. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Yeah, he was. I just still don’t get how I’m supposed to kiss someone that I’m not into without it being weird or at least looking weird, ya know?” It’s Eddie’s turn to offer some advice, now.

“Oh, Dustybun, it’s way easier than it sounds. Isn’t that the whole point of acting? You do it every week at Hellfire, this is just like that. You’re woo-ing the fair maiden to get access to the castle and it’s armory. Except, instead of rolling a D20 and convincing me, it’s an audience that actually wants you to win.”

And Dustin thinks about that for a minute, because yeah he does have to “act” in Hellfire every week and there have been a few times where his character has had to flirt his way out of some sticky situations. But he still has his reservations. “If it’s so easy, why don’t you guys do it?” He says to his mentors, not wanting to admit they were right so easily.

“Fine,” Steve almost snaps before Eddie has the chance to make some sarcastic come back. The metal head looks over at Steve, a little wide-eyed, but before he can protest, Steve is talking again. “I’m no singer, but I’ll do my best. You know the song?” He asks Eddie.

“Uh, yeah kind of,” he croaks out, too caught off guard to really say anything else.

“Alright. We’ll start with the last chorus. You okay taking Audrey?” Eddie nods his head as Steve hands him a lyric sheet, still a little stunned at everything that’s happening. Man, he just came to pick up some Hellfire notes Dustin had for him. And now here he was, standing in Dustin’s bedroom, singing a fucking love song with Steve Harrington. Shit, he wasn’t even a soprano, he can’t hit these notes! Eddie clears his throat and starts singing, albeit taking it down an octave. Steve is right there with him, singing the back up vocals with surprising emotion. Holy shit, Harrington can sing. Holy shit, can Harrington act? There’s no time to really dwell on the revelation right now, because Eddie realizes he should probably be acting too. Only he doesn’t really have to act like he loves Steve because he does, oh god, he does. Has been since he watched that idiot jump into a lake that was also an inter-dimensional portal with zero hesitation.

So they’re singing to each other, standing face to face but far enough apart that it’s not, like, weird or anything. And then it is weird, it’s so so weird because they’re on the last bit of the song and Steve has moved in closer to Eddie and is looking at him like he did right after Eddie kissed him on New Years. By the third “sweet understanding”, Steve grabs both of Eddie’s hands and steps in really close now, so much that they’re singing the last line directly to each other, staring each other in the eyes. And when that last note wraps up, where there should be some orchestral music and applause from an auditorium filled with people, Steve moves his hands to around Eddie’s waist and kisses him like they do in all those sappy movies. Steve’s hand are everywhere and Eddie feels like he’s being completely held together by the younger man, like every piece of him will shatter the second he lets go. And they kiss, chaste and unmoving, waiting for the fake applause to die down and the stage lights to fade to black so the next scene can start. But they break apart and Steve turns to Dustin and raises his eyebrows looking for approval, like he didn’t just melt the metal heads brain.

“Woah.” Dustin is kind of flabbergasted by the display he just saw. “Why didn’t you guys do the plays in school? That was super convincing. Like, so good.”

Steve smiles, all teeth, beaming and proud. “Yeah, well, we were busy. With sports. And, uh,” he gestures vaguely to Eddie, “and drugs.” Eddie has regained enough brain function at this point to shrug in agreement with the last statement, but he’s wondering if Steve’s really that good of an actor or if there’s something else there. No, probably just wishful thinking. But as Dustin gets up to find the papers Eddie came for and Steve offers them both a rushed goodbye as he realizes he’s late for his shift, Eddie can’t help but remember that this is the fourth time Steve’s mouth has been on his.

A/N:

Idk shit about fuck about D&D. I've been trying to get someone to teach me or let me join them or anything and I simply cannot. If I am using the wrong die for this hypothetical situation in my fictional non-canon story about fictional people in a fantasy horror show, I'm sorry. This isn't Um, Actually, okay? I'm just guessing.

I also know nothing about the licensing process for school musicals, but the Little Shop movie came out in ‘86 and I love the idea of a fanatic drama teacher making it the musical. And Dustin would love it because it’s about a giant plant who eats people because it’s an alien. I also haven’t seen the full musical (not the movie, they’re different) since I was like 7 so please pardon me if they don’t actually kiss during Suddenly, Seymour.

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Starting Life In Hawkins - Chapter 16

This is the final chapter! Really hope you've enjoyed this as much as I've enjoyed writing it :)

Warning - Swearing, fluff, hospitals, teen pregnancy

Pairing - Eddie Munson x (f) reader

Chapter 16

“We need to get him to a hospital now!” Steve yells.

“He’s a wanted man, they’ll arrest him on the spot!” Robin shouts back at him.

“If he doesn’t get to a hospital, he’s going to die!” Nancy turns around as she tends to his wounds. I stand up and start packing things into a small backpack.

“Steve, get your car and bring it to the front” Dustin says. Steve does as he’s told and goes to get the car.

“Y/N are you ok?” Robin comes over to me and places her hand on my shoulder. It makes me jump. I’m not really thinking straight and can’t process what is going on. I breakdown again thinking about how Eddie was just lying there. How he’s still in a life or death situation. I crumble into Robin.

Next thing I know we are all bundled into Steve's car driving at speed to the hospital. I’m laying the boot with Eddie’s head resting in my lap. He was so pale. His eyes focused on my face as I ran my hands through his hair. “You’re going to be ok baby, we’re going to the hospital.” I whisper to him. He slowly nods his head and gasps at the pain as Steve hits a pothole.

“The cops are going to arrest me.” He winces through the pain.

“And I will do everything in my power to clear your name.” I assure him. “There’s a fucking cracks in Hawkins, I’m pretty sure this isn’t going to be the weirdest thing they hear today.”

Finally we get to the hospital. Doctors and nurses swarm Eddie and we watch as they escort him away. I’m left there standing in the middle of the corridor frozen in time. People rush past me shouting things to each other. Everything around me is going a million miles an hour and I’m stuck. Stuck in the spot where I stand, not really knowing what was happening.

Next thing I know is blackness as I hit the floor. My name is being shouted in the distance. Everything sounded muffled and then deadly silent.

I woke in a daze not knowing where I was. I looked at my arm and saw a drip inserted into the nook of my arm. “Hey sweetie you’re awake” my dad's voice flooded my ears. I was so confused. “You’re in the hospital. You collapsed.”

I sat bolt upright “Eddie, where is he, is he ok?”

“Shh, he’s ok. He needed surgery and he’s just recovering. Do you want to go see him?” I nod and my dad helps me out of the bed and down the hallway to Eddie’s room.

Dustin, Steve and Robin are surrounded around Eddie’s bed laughing and joking. I hear Eddie’s laugh and my heart fills with joy knowing he was ok and he was alive.

Dustin nudges Steve and they part. Eddie’s face freezes and then a grin appears on his face as he sees me walking up to him. “There’s my girl.” he coos at me. “We should leave you two in peace.” Steve says and everyone leaves the room.

“You scared me.” Eddie tells me.

“I scared you? You ran into a mob of fucking murderous bats!” I say back to him gently punching his arm. He grimaces and laughs.

“Touche Mrs M.” He holds his hands up in defeat. “Thanks for saving my ass again babe.”

“Anytime.” I manage to squeeze myself on the bed and fall asleep in his arms.

Somehow a week later, Eddie was a free man. We had given our statements to the police and with everything that had happened in Hawkins recently, he was believed. The police had bigger things to do such as to figure out what was happening and look for the missing people since the ground split.

As we left the hospital I supported Eddie as he hobbled to the car. My dad and Wayne waiting to meet us. “Hey, what are you guys doing here?” Eddie asked as he embraced his uncle.

“Well, you need a lift to the court house don’t you?” Wayne laughed.

“Courthouse? But my name was cleared.” Eddie looked confused and panicked. I grab his hand and squeeze it.

“A wedding in the woods doesn’t mean you’re married, dumbass. Make my daughter an honest woman.” My dad slaps Eddie’s back and smiles at him.

Eddie looks at me and smiles, “Do they know?” I nod and smile at him.

“They know everything.” I look at my dad. He wasn’t very accepting at first when he found out I was pregnant but when I told him everything that had happened he understood why I needed to go through with this. We had lost so much in a year. Mom, our house, so much, we had been broken people. Without realising Eddie had fixed us both. Getting my dad to open up about my mom and speak about her, Eddie helped my dad to heal. My dad knew from the beginning of the manhunt for Eddie that he was not capable of murder.

Wayne drives Eddie to the courthouse separately and I drive with my dad. “You sure about this honey?” My dad asks me.

“Never been so sure of something in my life.” I twist my mom's engagement ring around my finger.

“She would be so proud of you.” I could hear him choke on his words as his eyes filled with tears. “You have been through so much and come out fighting.”

“I guess I take after her with that.” I smile at him but he doesn’t move his eyes off the road. “Do you think she would have liked Eddie?”

“She would have loved him. He reminds me of myself when I first met your mom, you know.”

“Really?” I was shocked, I couldn’t imagine my dad being young like Eddie.

“Yeah, more like the nerdy side, not the metalhead side.” He laughed “Your mom was more the metalhead.”

As we drove we reminisced about mom. Laughing and crying. We hadn’t really spoken about her since her death. It was nice that my dad was finally comfortable enough to talk to me about her. I knew I reminded him of her and that's why he avoided me for so long. Up until Eddie came into our lives.

My dad pulled up outside the courthouse. Eddie and Wayne were already inside. Nancy ran to come and meet us holding a dress out to me. “Come on, you need to change quickly.” The dress wasn’t really my style but Nancy had insisted that I needed to wear something white so lent me a white summer dress.

“I’m not wearing the shoes Nancy.” I laugh at her as she pulls a small kitten heel shoe with a massive bow on the front out of her bag. Robin nods her head in agreement with me.

“Robin, take your shoes off, they’re white.” Nancy tells her.

“What - but” Robin looks at Nancy, looks at me and gives in and unties her white converses.

We swap shoes and we are finally set to go.

Nancy and Robin really pulled it out of the bag last minute. They had helped organise everything with the help of Steve.

“Ok, lets do this.” I say as I walk out of the bathroom and meet Eddie and Wayne outside the room where we are due to get married. Everyone had turned up. Dustin, Mike, Will, El, Jonathan, Lucas and Erica were standing in a circle chatting away with Eddie, Wayne, Steve and my dad. I watch Steve’s face drop as Nancy takes her place next to Jonathan.

Eddie turned around as the group went quiet. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he saw me. I wipe my hands down my dress to smooth it out. “Wow. You look beautiful.” He almost runs up to me, grabbing me around the waist.

“Thank you. Shall we do this? For real this time?” I ask him and place a kiss on his smooth lips.

He grabs my hand and we enter the courtroom.

Through tears, laughter and a lot of mocking of each other we leave the room as Mr & Mrs Munson.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. Everything I had ever wanted finally came true. My life was just beginning with Eddie.

So what happened after the wedding you ask?

Hawkins was still under the immediate threat of the Upside Down and Vecna. Every civilian was evacuated to the next town over.

Eddie and I carried on studying hard so we would graduate high school together. Everyone directly involved were allowed to take their exams later than usual. We both managed to get to graduation, I was heavily pregnant but we got there. We smashed it. And as promised, Eddie flipped the bird at Principle Higgins when he was presented his diploma.

Eddie started working at a bar part-time and studying to become a mechanic, saving up enough for our own little trailer. It wasn’t what we had planned but it was enough for us.

I gave birth to Eddie's son in October. We named him Ozzy in tribute to the first song that brought us together.

Our friends visited us every week. We were all connected for life.

Robin finally admitted she was in love with Vicky from band. Vicky was relieved and they have been happy in love ever since.

Nancy and Jonathan broke up when Jonathan moved back to California.

Steve declared his love for Nancy. He really put his heart on the line after seeing mine and Eddie’s love story unfold. It worked, Nancy and Steve are now together and have moved to New York while Nancy is at college. Steve calls Eddie every two or three days for a catch up.

El, Mike, Lucas, Dustin and Will are inseparable. Friends back together after months apart.

Dustin spends most evenings at our trailer playing the part of Uncle Dusty Bun.

The Hellfire Club would meet at ours on a weekly basis, Eddie still as Dungeon Master, only my place on the throne with him had been taken over by Ozzy. Eddie was so proud of our boy and he was the best dad I could have asked for our son.

And the ruined packet of Marlboro reds, that packet I handed Eddie in the gas station on our first meeting, I framed it. It was more than just trash to us, it was the beginning of our love story and it took pride of place next to our wedding photo and the picture of new born Ozzy.

I didn’t know if we were ever completely safe, but at this point in time, I had everything I had ever wanted.

‘86 was really Eddie Munson's year.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction

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Whole New Us Ch9 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Whole New Us: Trauma Bonded and Beyond

Also on AO3 | Or here CH1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4 | CH5 | CH6 | CH7 | CH8 | CH9 | CH10 | CH11 | CH12 | CH13 | CH14 | CH15 | CH16 | CH17 | CH18 | CH19 | CH20 | CH21 | CH22 | CH23 | CH24 | CH25 (Mature) | CH25 (Fade to black) COMPLETE

Summary: Steve has been ignoring his own problems, he’s been busy. They’ve all been busy, preoccupied with fixing everything that was broken. Vecna has been defeated, but the Upside Down is still there, and the gates are not completely closed even though Hawkins has almost returned to normal. It’s been a couple of months and the aftereffects of Steve’s encounter with the demobats is about to come back to bite him. However, it also brings some unexpected hope.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Rating: Teen (with mature content in later chapters)

Chapter 9. From The Sublime to the Ridiculous

Given that Steve was pretty sure Keith still didn’t like him, the fact he still had a job after being off for nearly a week was kind of amazing. It was also a little bit intimidating, however. So far, the only people he had interacted with since his significant life change were people in the know about the Upside Down. He could not imagine what would happen if he lost it and grew fangs or claws in the middle of a shift.

It didn’t help that leaving Eddie at his house was the last thing he wanted to do. Wayne was going to be keeping Eddie company for part of the day, but that didn’t help Steve’s inner worrywart all that much.

“Feeling better?” Keith asked as he walked in.

“Um, yes, thank you,” he replied, shocked by the enquiry.

When he and Keith worked together, their interactions tended to be minimal.

“Robin was graphic with her descriptions,” Keith said. “Thank you for not sharing at least. You’re on returns.”

“Okay,” Steve just agreed and watched his boss walk away to the office.

He owed Robin yet again.

About the only thing worth noting until around lunch time was how hard he had to work to remember to keep his customer service smile teethless. He doubted anyone would pay enough attention to notice his new fangs in their retracted state, but he wasn’t about to take the risk. Turning on the Harrington charm was more work when he had to think about exactly how much of his upper teeth were showing. Not that it stopped him with the few female customers who came in on a Tuesday morning.

If he could make some of the ladies smile by being nice to them, he was going to do it. It was good for business, and he was in a surprisingly good mood when he forgot to be anxious.

He was about to ask Keith if he could take his lunch when warmth and the fizz of delight zipped up his spine. Unfortunately, he dropped the tape he was holding because it was such a surprise. For a second he tried to chase down why on earth standing in front of the horror section could have caused such a reaction, before it dawned on him, the feeling wasn’t coming from him at all.

It was Eddie.

Looking at his watch, Steve came to the conclusion Wayne had arrived early to visit with Eddie. Picking up the copy of Halloween he had been about to reshelve, he smiled to himself. He was glad Eddie was happy. Of course, now he was going to be wondering all afternoon if Eddie’s apparent delight had just been seeing his uncle again or something more. It would undoubtedly drive him crazy, but it was hard to begrudge such a burst of joy.

~*~

If there was one thing Steve knew without a doubt it was that if the kids wanted something there were only so many times ‘no’ would work. Hence, he did not argue when Dustin rang and asked if he, Mike and Lucas could come over after school. El was unavailable or he was sure she would have been included as well. He was also well aware he was not the only one who had missed Eddie.

He would have offered to pick them up, but his shift didn’t end until five thirty, so there were bikes scattered in his driveway when he finally made it home. As he opened the door, the first thing he heard was someone playing the guitar and Dustin yelling at the top of his lungs.

“I hate you all!” was the first sentence he could actually understand from the dramatic wailing.

That was when he figured out the tune. It was Neverending Story. He couldn’t help smiling as he realised it was clearly torture-Dustin time.

“You mentioned Suzie five times in the last ten minutes,” that was clearly Mike’s voice, “and you know the penalty.”

“You asked about what I was building in my basement and it’s a project with Suzie,” Dustin defended himself, “of course I mentioned her. How about we come up with something really embarrassing for every time you mention El?”

“El goes to school with us, how am I supposed to not talk about her?” Mike demanded.

“That would be your problem,” Dustin said giving Mike a glare as Steve walked into the room.

“Hi Honey, I’m home,” he called since nobody seemed to have noticed his entrance.

“Great, then you can take your kids,” Eddie shot back with typical comedic timing.

“Oh, so when they’re causing trouble, they’re my kids? Right,” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips.

He was answered by a dramatic strum on the acoustic Eddie was holding. Wayne had to have brought it with him when he visited. It looked as if Eddie wasn’t letting it go any time soon.

“Should we be worried by how domestic you two are getting after just a few days?” Dustin asked as they both burst out laughing.

“Domestic he says,” Steve replied. “Does that mean you’re not in my house expecting to eat my food, because I can let you starve if you’d prefer.”

He was never going to admit he had half a freezer full of meals he had prepared in advance for just such invasions so he had things to throw in the oven that weren’t out of a packet. If the kids ever thought about it and realised that they would never shut up about it.

“Although given the mess on the coffee table, you’ve already helped yourselves to snacks,” he added.

“We’re growing boys,” Lucas told him with a grin.

“Because sugar and additives are so good for healthy bone and muscle development,” he countered.

“You are such a mom,” Mike complained.

“Someone has to be,” Steve replied, “or you’d all die in sugar comas. Now I’m gonna go change and I expect that mess to be cleared up by the time I come down or this playdate is over.”

“I think he means it,” Eddie said in an ominous tone and gave him a wink.

“Of course I mean it, I’ve been dealing with these gremlins for years,” he replied and headed for the stairs.

It was good to see them all so relaxed and normal, but he wasn’t letting them get away with trashing his house.

~*~

Steve liked to cook, it calmed him down, and he’d taken to dragging Eddie into it as well. It was just the two of them today and they were making a simple casserole for lunch. Steve was on the afternoon and late shift, with Robin joining him after school, meaning there was time to do lunch properly.

“You know I’m gay, right?” Eddie said, completely out of the blue as they were standing shoulder to shoulder preparing ingredients.

“The way you flirt with everyone I thought you might be bisexual,” Steve replied without even thinking about it. “Thanks for telling me though.”

Eddie didn’t reply, so he glanced over from the carrot he was dicing. The other man was staring at him with one of those narrow-eyed I-am-coming-to-some-sort-of-conclusion stares.

“No, definitely gay,” Eddie said after a few moments, “I just can’t deny the ladies a taste of my charm on occasion, and I am an unstoppable flirt.”

Steve grinned and rolled his eyes a little.

“Useful cover too,” Eddie added, “since most people don’t really know much about bisexuality.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, going back to his chopping, since he was perfectly happy to talk about this if Eddie wanted to, “I didn’t until a friend educated me on the subject.”

He wasn’t about to out Robin even though he was pretty sure she was working up to telling Eddie herself, but he also wasn’t going to lie about something that was clearly important to his friend.

“And why did they do that?” Eddie asked, and Steve could feel the other man’s gaze on him.

Steve took a moment to think. He could tell where this conversation was going, and he could head it off or let it run its course. They’d been living in each other’s pockets for a few days now and it was getting much harder to ignore the chemistry between them. He wasn’t dense, he knew it wasn’t just all him, but Eddie was still so vulnerable. Yet, Eddie’s sudden announcement was a neon sign if ever he saw one.

He took a deep breath.

“Because they noticed I was confused about something after they came out to me and I confessed that I didn’t think I was gay because I definitely liked girls, but I wasn’t sure because sometimes I kinda felt the same way about a few boys,” he explained.

“Holy fuck,” was Eddie’s response to that. “Harrington, you hide that well.”

“Yeah, well with my dad, anything remotely non-conforming is a big no, and he had an absolute fit with my obsession with Han Solo when I was a kid, so I learned young that even a hint of something not completely ‘normal’,” he made air quotes with his fingers, “was not acceptable in the Harrington household. Was a real dick about it when I was younger too. Thank fuck we all grow up eventually.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, seemingly still thinking it through. “Wait, Han Solo? I have literally heard Dustin complain that you refer to Return of the Jedi as the one with the teddies, but you know Star Wars.”

“Gotta keep you nerds on your toes somehow,” Steve replied and carried on with his veg prep.

“Dumb jock,” Eddie complained.

Steve smiled to himself as they continued in companiable silence for a while. He was pretty sure the conversation was not over.

“So,” Eddie said eventually, “what’s your type.”

“Well, brunet, obviously,” Steve replied, “given the whole Han Solo thing.”

“Yeah,” Eddie commented, “I would have put you down as more of a Luke Skywalker guy.”

“Nah, I prefer a sharper tongue,” Steve continued, deliberately not looking over at Eddie, “and big brown puppy eyes are a plus, y’know, or red.”

Eddie dropped his knife. Steve put his down and turned properly this time. Eddie was looking down at his cutting board, but slowly turned as well.

“You’re not messing with me, are you,” Eddie said, but it was a statement, not a question.

“No,” Steve replied anyway.

“You really..?” Eddie asked, trailing off.

“Yes, really,” he said with a nod. “You drive me completely crazy, but I like it, I like you. Only it’s been so fucking weird around here I didn’t want to complicate things for you, so I didn’t say anything.”

“Since when?”

“Since when what?” he asked.

“Since when have you liked me?” Eddie asked, voice quiet.

“Since you dived into a lake to help save me and turned out to be a funny guy with a heart of gold,” he replied. “And every day since we got you back, I’ve been falling a little more.”

“Jesus, Stevie,” Eddie replied, “you don’t do declarations by halves do you?”

“It’s a character flaw,” he said. “You slamming me against a wall with a bottle to my neck was kind of eye-opening too, but I put that down to adrenalin at the time. Didn’t figure out it might have been something else until looking back on it.”

Eddie was staring at him again, but this time with his mouth open.

“Was it the danger or the manhandling?” Eddie asked eventually.

Steve shrugged.

“Haven’t figured that out yet,” he replied with a small smirk, even though he could feel himself blushing.

“Jesus Christ, you’re trying to kill me,” Eddie said, eyes flicking to his lips.

“That would be a waste after dragging El into the Upside Down to save your ass,” he said, enjoying the effect he was having on Eddie.

The low-level hum of Eddie in the back of his brain was sparking with exciting things.

“So, if I kissed you right now, you wouldn’t object?” Eddie asked, nervously biting his bottom lip.

“More the opposite,” he replied.

He licked his lips, an unconscious gesture until he noticed himself doing it. Eddie did too. Those big beautiful, deep brown eyes focused in on his mouth like a homing beacon. Standing his ground, he waited as Eddie stepped into his personal space. They were almost the same height, Eddie being just shorter than him, but he felt anything but bigger as Eddie reached out and lightly placed fingers against his neck.

It sent shivers up his spine, pulling a soft gasp from his lips as Eddie’s presence in his head increased at the physical contact. A hum of anxiety, excitement and something else Steve couldn’t quite name burned through him, joining with what he was feeling himself. As Eddie leaned in, Steve’s eyes drifted shut of their own accord and he immersed himself in the feeling of Eddie’s lips on his own. It was short, chaste even. Eddie’s lips were soft but a little chapped.

Steve immediately wanted more.

As Eddie went to pull away, he reached out himself, threading his finger into the hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck. He leaned in this time, meeting halfway for a longer, much firmer reuniting of lips. Eddie nipped at his bottom lip and wound an arm around his waist, bringing their bodies closer together. When Eddie urged him backwards, he just went, moving until his back hit the wall at the end of the counter.

He found himself crowded into the corner, and he reciprocated by carding his other hand into Eddie’s hair as well. It was so soft. Ever since Steve had washed it for him on the first day out of the Upside Down, Eddie had let Steve help him keep it in condition and it was paying off. Steve could run his fingers through it all day if Eddie would let him.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered against his mouth, sounding kind of amazed.

Steve could only agree, making a small needy noise. He opened his mouth, flicking his tongue over Eddie’s bottom lip, inviting. He was immediately answered. The slide of Eddie’s tongue against his was obscene and he opened his lips further, wanting more. He let Eddie plunder his mouth while he tightened his fingers in Eddie’s silky hair.

It was just about perfect, but he soon discovered they had forgotten one thing.

“Ow,” Eddie said, pulling back.

Steve probably would have reacted to that, but he didn’t have the chance. It was as if someone connected him brain and body to the mains powered by one Eddie Munson. His senses went into overdrive, sight, taste, smell, touch, hearing, all focused completely on Eddie as the underlying metallic tang of blood filled his mouth.

He could only gasp as he became aware of everything all at once. Want, need, anxiety, caring, all bounced around inside him, telegraphed like they were his own, mixing and churning with what he was already feeling. Overloading his ability to completely comprehend what he was sensing.

“Steve, hey, hey, Stevie,” Eddie said.

He couldn’t respond. He barely remembered to breathe as he was overwhelmed. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was feeling. He felt more awake than he ever had, as if someone had injected him with the most powerful stimulant known to man. Every sense was alive. He could feel everything from Eddie’s hand on his hip to the low ache in his back and feet from standing for a good percentage of the morning. Only he couldn’t focus on any individual part as it all bombarded him. All his brain would scream at him was Eddie.

“Holy fuck,” Eddie moaned into his neck, “I can feel that. What the fuck am I feeling?”

At least Eddie was a little coherent. For a good few seconds Steve could only cling on for the ride.

“Jesus Christ,” he said when he was finally in control enough to do anything except shake. “I … oh god … that …”

He had no idea what he was trying to say, and he belatedly realised his otherness had come out.

Eddie pulled back and as their eyes met, Steve couldn’t help it, he laughed. For a second Eddie stared at him as if he had grown another head, but slowly Eddie smiled too and then laughed along with him.

“Shit,” Eddie said, still laughing. “What the fuck was that?”

“Your blood,” Steve said. “Oh my god, I feel like I just had a tanker full of coffee with a chaser of Eddie Munson.”

“You lit up in my head,” Eddie revealed. “Only felt you though.”

“Yeah, a feedback loop would be a bitch,” he replied. “I got a hit of Robin’s blood once, but it was nothing like that.”

“You’ve tasted Robin’s blood?” Eddie asked, if the wide eyes and slight twist of his mouth anything to go by, somewhere between shocked and jealous.

“She wanted to see the fangs and pricked her finger,” Steve explained with another breathless laugh. “I got a momentary blast of what she was feeling, but this was like being wired to an outlet and you at the same time. I feel like I could run a marathon right now and not be tired.”

“I caught my tongue on your tooth,” Eddie said, “and that was still the best kiss of my life.”

“Me too,” Steve replied, even though his brain was still turned up to ten.

He wondered if this was what it felt like on cocaine.

“Not that I want to let you go, ever,” Eddie said, blinking as if trying to clear his brain, “but maybe we should get back to making lunch. I don’t think I can take that again without ending up in a heap on the floor.”

Steve nodded, going to push himself off the wall when he discovered something of a problem. “Um, I think my claws are tangled in your hair,” he said as he failed to free his hands

End of Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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I Can Wait (Part One)

(Stranger Things 4 spoilers!!! Don’t read on if you haven’t watched the end!)

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Fem!Reader + Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,794

Synopsis: Part one of a series that’s sort of about Eddie Munson but also mostly about Steve Harrington. The reader was dating Eddie when he died and goes to his funeral. Steve is the ever supportive “friend.”

Warnings: Death, angst, terrible writing 😬

A/N: Back with some Stranger Things fan fiction after many years because I’m depressed, I hate real life and I’m hardcore hyperfixated on my imaginary boyfriends. Eddie Munson deserved better!! Alexa, play Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers 😪

You sat on the edge of your bed, staring down at your open palms in your lap. You didn’t know what else to do.

Your eyes started to get bleary as you spaced out, skin flat against the black of your skirt. If you tried hard enough, you could almost tune out everything around you. It felt like you were floating in a black abyss. You wondered if this is what Eddie could see. You wished you could join him.

You squeezed your eyes closed. It was getting increasingly harder not to think this way. It felt wrong to go on without knowing him.

You jumped when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. “Y/N?”

It was Steve. You wiped a tear from your eye and smoothed out your skirt. “Come in.”

He opened the door a crack and couldn’t contain his look of sympathy as he saw you sitting there. You imagined you looked small. You felt small.

He was wearing a black suit and black tie. You wondered where he got it. Maybe he stole it from his dad’s closet.

Robin peaked around him, a similar black suit and look of sadness plastered on her face.

“Hey, Y/N,” She croaked, her voice breaking from the gentleness of her tone. “Are you ready to go?”

You nodded so subtly that you weren’t sure they even saw it. So you spit out a quiet, “Yes.”

Steve opened the door all the way, walked over to you and extended a hand to help you off your bed. When you exited your apartment with them, you didn’t let go of him. You didn’t care if you were supposed to or not.

The funeral was small. Just your tiny found family, Eddie’s uncle, and the rest of the Hellfire Club. You tried to ignore the picketers that lingered at the edge of the graveyard. Hopper and his officers were doing their best to keep them out.

Steve and Robin each had their arms wrapped around you. You kept your eyes trained down to try to stop yourself from crying. But the second you looked up and saw Dustin with tears streaming down his face, you couldn’t keep it in any longer. Steve noticed and squeezed you even harder.

You trembled through everyone’s speeches. Eddie’s uncle called him misunderstood and the kindest, sweetest little boy he’d ever known. He talked about how he spent most of his time alone playing guitar. How talented he was. How he wished his job hadn’t kept him away from him so much. How he wished he could see the man he would have become. Mike and Erica told the story about their last D&D campaign and how much joy it brought him and the Hellfire Club. His Corroded Coffin bandmates said he had always been the glue that held their group together. Dustin called him a hero. He said he wished everyone could know it. But you knew the truth. He didn’t care what everyone thought about him. He only cared what his friends thought about him. And based on what people were saying today, you know he would have been happy.

When it was your turn to speak, you couldn’t say all of the things you wanted to say. All you could say was that Eddie was the best person you had met in your life so far, and maybe ever. He was funny, and kind, and wild, and was completely himself no matter who he was around. He was brave even when he believed he was cowardly. He was a sweetheart behind all the tattoos and grunge. A mentor for your younger friends. A boy whose only goals in life were to love deeply and not to repeat the mistakes of his father.

The truth was that you were angry with him. He didn’t have to do what he did. He did it because he was ashamed of running away and wanted to face his fears. You didn’t know how deeply he was affected by it. If you had, you felt like you probably could have stopped him. Tried to talk to him about how he was feeling. Everyone in your party had chosen to run at some point. It was human nature. The fact that he had chosen to participate in their battle against Vecna at all after only just discovering the truth about Hawkins was a major feat. He followed you all to the Upside Down for god’s sake. Most of you hadn’t even ever done that before. He was always so hard on himself, and he didn’t need to be. You went over this motivational speech in your head so many times after his death that it was like a mantra to you now. But it was useless. It was too late. He was gone.

When the funeral was over, Dustin laid an honorary high school diploma on his gravestone. Of course, He used his “connections” to get it made, aka Suzy. There was no way the school would have agreed to make it for him with the controversy surrounding him.

The truth was that Eddie always was smart enough to graduate. Whether he knew it or not. And you knew this year would have been the year. He had plans. He had told you all about them when you kept him company as he hid at Reefer Rick’s place.

Although they were probably the worst days for Eddie, spending all your time with him those few days were the best of your life. It was so easy to fall in love with him.

You closed your eyes and pictured yourself next to him in that lake house, lying on that dirty old mattress, tangled up together. You imagined his smile. Could almost hear his laugh. Feel his lips on yours. There was so much about him that you would never get to learn. So much time with him robbed from you. If only you had revealed your feelings for him sooner. The truth was that you had been enthralled by him ever since you started high school. You had wasted so much time. This made a guttural sob escape your throat.

Steve squeezed your hand. You looked up at him through blurry tears. He practically winced at the sight of your pain. He didn’t know what to say. There was nothing to say. All he could do was pull you even tighter into him and press his lips onto the side of your head.

After the service, Robin and Steve drove you home. You watched out the window as you sat in the passenger seat, allowing your eyes to go out of focus until all you saw was the green blur of fields passing quickly by. You pretended not to notice their eyes trained on you the entire time.

Steve dropped Robin off first, who leaned forward from the backseat to grab your hand and give you a look that said ‘I love you’ before getting out of the car. Usually she had an endless stream of words armed and ready to spill out at any given time, but not today.

When Steve reached your apartment, he got out first and opened the door for you.

“Can I walk you upstairs?” He asked gingerly.

You couldn’t decide whether or not you wanted to be alone, so you just nodded. He gently placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you up to your room.

When you finally reached your bedroom, Steve didn’t waste any time unmaking your bed for you. You kicked off your uncomfortable shoes and got under the covers as he lined up your stuffed animals for you. He handed you your favorite, a fuzzy little lamb that your mother got for you when you were a baby. You gave it a squeeze and curled up under the sheets. Usually you would be ashamed about a boy discovering your entirely too large plush collection, but Steve was different. You felt safer with him here.

“Need anything else before I go?”

You knew then that you definitely did not want to be alone.

“Stay,” You whispered. It was so quiet that you weren’t even sure that he heard it. But when he walked around your bed and sat down next to you against your propped up pillows, you knew that he had.

You sat silently for a while. You were going over your usual stream of regrets in your head when your mind wandered to Eddie’s hands on your bare thighs. Suddenly you felt so achingly lonely that if you weren’t going to be touched in the next few minutes, you were sure you might disappear completely. You raised your head and saw Steve’s hands clutching another one of your stuffed animals to his chest. He was staring blankly at your wall. You wanted to know what he was thinking about, but you didn’t ask. Instead you let your mind get lost in another memory. This time about Steve.

Your mind drifted to the first time you met him. It was the fall of your senior year of high school and Billy Hargrove had paid you $30 to secretly watch his stepsister Max so he could go out on a date. But of course, Max being Max, she snuck out after dinnertime. After you noticed, you searched for her frantically, knocking on what felt like every door in town. You loved Max, but Billy and his father were not people you wanted to get in trouble with. You wouldn’t have agreed to watch Max in the first place if you hadn’t needed the money so badly.

Eventually, you wound up knocking on the Harrington’s door. When Steve opened the door, you were taken aback.

“Hi, Steve.”

He looked like he was trying desperately to place you. You felt your cheeks beginning to burn. Finally, your name came to him.

“Y/N, right?”

You nodded, but didn’t bother wasting more time with pleasantries. This was extremely uncomfortable for both of you.

“Sorry to bother you, but have you seen Max Mayfield?”

“The redheaded girl? New in town?”

You nodded again. Words were hard around him. “I… I was supposed to be watching her. She snuck out and I can’t find her anywhere.”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t seen her. But she hangs out with Mike Wheeler and his friends, right? Maybe she’s at the Wheeler’s house?”

You let out a small sigh of relief.

“Do you know where he lives?”

“Yeah, but it’s kinda far. Did you walk here?”

You nodded once again, more sheepishly this time.

“I can drive you, just give me five minutes.”

You were shaken by this. First of all, you didn’t think Steve Harrington was the type of person to go out of his way to be this helpful to somebody he barely knew. And secondly, how the hell would you be able to make it through a car ride with him without melting into a puddle of social anxiety? You took a step away from his door, mentally running for your life.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. Those kids are little terrors. You may need some backup anyways. Be right back.”

He didn’t give you any other chances to fight him. He propped the door closed as you stood on his doorstep in complete and utter shock. What the hell just happened? Was Steve “The Hair” Harrington really going to give you a ride without even being prompted?

As you rode in the car next to him, your worries about having nothing to talk about melted away. You talked about school, graduation plans, the music on the radio. He was so much kinder than you ever thought he would be, and genuinely funny.

Max did turn out to be at Mike’s house, and little did you know that they were plotting to save the world. They reluctantly shared everything with you when you refused to leave without Max. At first you thought it was all a joke, but the earnest looks on all of their faces made you second guess yourself. You had just unwittingly become part of something bigger than you could ever imagine.

You quickly excused yourself from Mike’s damp basement to catch your breath. You sat on the grass outside his house, looking up at the sky. When you heard footsteps behind you, you jumped and turned to see Steve walking towards you. He held his hands out as if he was worried about you tackling him to the ground.

“Sorry, probably a bad idea to sneak up behind you after all the shit we just told you.”

You breathed deeply out and turned back to the sky.

“Can I join you?” He asked.

You sighed again and muttered, “Sure.”

He sat down beside you with a grunt. You tried to avoid his gaze.

“Listen, you don’t have to believe us if you don’t want to. You can just walk away. Nobody would blame you. I mean, this shit is next level crazy. I was lucky because I saw it all before anyone got the chance to explain it to me. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have believed anybody either.”

Despite how sincere everyone was being, you didn’t want to fully believe that any of this was true. You didn’t know what to say to any of it. So all you said was,

“I can’t leave Max. I promised I’d look after her.”

Steve pursed his lips and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” You repeated.

And that was that. You were in it.

Somehow, you survived the “demodogs”(as Dustin so lovingly called them), and after you and Steve graduated and summer came around, you somehow survived the Mind Flayer too. Unemployed from the mall “burning down” and exhausted, you, Steve, and Robin spent the rest of the summer hanging out together and doing absolutely nothing.

One night, after Steve dropped Robin home after a showing of Weird Science at the local movie theater, you were planted in the passenger seat next to him with the window down. It was one of those rare instances where Robin let you have shotgun. Like after the funeral of your recently departed boyfriend, for example. You stuck your hand out the window to feel the warm air fly between your fingers. You also felt Steve looking over at you. When you turned to look back at him, he quickly turned back to the road. You chuckled and stuck your whole head out the window, your head cocked up towards the sky. You stayed like that for a while, watching the stars stay practically still as you sped by. The stillness always amazed you.

You thought you heard Steve say something but couldn’t make it out over the wind in your ears.

“Did you say something?”

He smiled at you, shaking his head in amusement.

“I said, why are you always looking up at the sky?”

You hadn’t realized it, but you did spend a lot of time staring up into space when you probably should have been listening to the people around you.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged. “I guess I just like how calm it is. It lets me escape my brain for a minute.”

Steve nodded like he understood.

“I know a good stargazing spot. We should go sometime.”

You paused for a second, unsure of what to say. That sounded… romantic.

“Uh, you know, with Robin, too,” He quickly added.

Was Steve Harrington suddenly bashful? You couldn’t contain the smile that began to spread on your face.

Stargazing sounded kind of nice, actually.

“We could go now. You know, if you want to. I wouldn’t mind a little stargazing tonight.”

He looked slightly surprised to hear this, but also happy. You hadn’t really spent that much time outside of school just the two of you. Since Robin had been in the picture, you three had been inseparable. It might be nice to get some one-on-one time together.

“Cool, let’s do it. It’s about ten minutes up the road past your house. In case you were worried I was going to drive deep into the woods and murder you or something.”

“Well I wasn’t, but I kind of am now,” You chortled.

He looked at you and you both broke out in light laughter.

“I sort of like you too much to murder you, Y/N,” He said with an earnest smile.

“Thanks. Glad to hear that, Harrington."

“That’s where you’re supposed to say that you like me, too. You know, or whatever.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled back at him.

“I like you too, Steve. Sort of.”

“Glad to hear that, Y/L/N.”

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