#eddie at the end of the night: god it's good you're so fucking pretty i wouldn't put up with this from anyone else
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straight boy! steve would wear an orange hanky in his left pocket without knowing what it insinuates 💘
ddgdhshs YES or a green one and all these older men thinks he's a hustler and keep trying to pay him for sex, and he's like ??????? and Eddie's like oh my fucking god take that out of your pocket NOW.
#asks#why wasnt this a scene in stranger things???#steddie#steve's like 'i just wanted to look cool like you eddie!!!!'#while eddie's fighting off other men all night who want a piece of steve#eddie at the end of the night: god it's good you're so fucking pretty i wouldn't put up with this from anyone else#and steve's like: u... think im pretty????#robin in the background: idiot!!!!!
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flinch
summary: you flinch during a fight with eddie
pairing: eddie x female!reader
cw: angst w a fluffy ending, thoughts of abuse
word count: 1.5k words
a/n: wrote this v quickly so it’s not really proofread or anything. i could’ve done it better but i’ve been soo busy :/ might rewrite later
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you were in eddie's trailer, wayne had just left for work 10 minutes ago, and already you were in some silly little fight with eddie which you didn't expect to escalate how it did
"it's just sometimes guitar players think they're better than everyone else" you stated and eddie rolled his eyes, taking it as a personal jab to his skills
"okay but they almost make the band" he responded from the kitchen, hearing the clank of dishes as the water ran from the faucet
"okay but most of the time they are just assholes who just care about the sex, drugs, and rock n roll life style" you shrugged
"so you think i'm an asshole?" he responded back with a sharp tone and you shook your head
"no i'm talking about the people like mick mars who are so doped up and sleep with hundreds of women and just act like a douchebag" you said with a matter of fact tone
"well it kinda sounds like you're implying that i'm going to turn out like them" he snapped, turning off the water and drying his hands
"no! god no, i'm not saying that! i'm saying once in the spotlight, most people turn into assholes like that" you said, trying your best to stay calm
"so once my band makes it big, you're what- just gonna leave since you think it'll happen to me?" he questioned, turning the corner to meet you in the living room
"of course not! why would you say something like that?" you asked with a louder tone
"well it sounds like that's what you're expecting!" he said, starting to shout
"im not expecting it to happen!" you said, your voice growing to match his
"yeah well i'm pretty sure those 'friends' of yours think it will, they already think i'm in a satanic cult about to sacrifice you" he told you with a sarcastic growl, grabbing some extra dishes he found on the small table to put in the sink
"what the fuck is that about" you asked confused, remembering the party in which you two had met up with a couple of your girl friends but failed to recall them talking about that certain subject
"yeah you didn't hear what they said? we were at that party at steve's house the other night, and they started talking about how i'm some trailer trash wannabe rockstar" he angrily said, flipping on the water to keep working on the leftover dishes from the previous night
"okay first off, i never heard them say anything like that! second, why were you even hanging out with my friends if i wasn't there?" you rebutted, questioning him
"because i was trying to be a caring boyfriend and find you since robin said you looked a little too drunk and i didn't want you to hurt yourself" he snapped back
the volume of the argument kept escalating, which brought knots to your stomach. you hadn't really had fights with eddie and now that you're in one, you badly wanted to go back to how it was
"well i'm sorry i was trying to enjoy myself at the party but also i have never heard them say anything like that before in my life" you told him, starting to pace around, not knowing what else to do
"oh great and now you're defending them, what- do you agree with them?" he asked as you started to pick up empty cans and put them in the bin
"i do not agree with anything they said! but i've known those girls for a good few years now and i know they wouldn't say that about anyone" you tried and he laughed, putting his head down
"you are unbelievable!" he screamed and that's when you didn't care if you started yelling, the anger bubbling up inside you
"oh really so you want to talk about what friends have said about us? okay, well remember that time we were at the hideout and your friend hank said that he liked your other girlfriend before me better and was annoyed that you're whipped for some girl who was less pretty than she was!" you screamed, tears pricking in your eyes
you remembered that moment all too well when hank mentioned how much prettier eddie's ex girlfriend was, and your heart sank but you laughed it off, coming up with some smart comeback to brush off the pieces of your shattered confidence
"that was a joke! you even laughed!" eddie rebutted, slamming a cabinet door shut. you flinched at the loudness of it but he didn't see with his back turned to you
"i only laughed because i was uncomfortable! i didn't know what else to do!" you said, wiping away a tear that fell down your cheek
eddie angrily stomped out of the kitchen to his room and you followed, blinking away tears
"and i also don't exactly remember you defending me and telling him off!" you screamed and he turned to look at you
"because i didn't know you were uncomfortable!" he screamed back, looking around his desk for something
"well you should know from common sense that anyone hearing that would not find it amusing!" your anger was consuming you as you watched eddie throw a shirt from his desk to his bed
"well i guess i'm just not a very good boyfriend then!" he said throwing his arms up in the air
you stepped back, bringing your arms up in a defensive stance as your head turned, somehow expecting there to be an impact from his hand
eddie realized what happened as he stared at you with wide eyed and you slowly moved your head to look at him with your arms still up
you moved your arms down as eddie just stood there in shock, and you moved to wipe a couple more tears of frustration from your face
"y/n... did you think i was going to hit you?" he asked softly, a huge change in tone from what you previously were hearing, his stance deflating
you gulped put a small "no" not wanting him to think that you'd think he'd do such a thing. you knew he would never, but it was a natural reaction that you instantly regretted
"baby i..." he trailed off, taking a small step forward towards you. you didn't move back which he took as a good sign
"you know i would never ever do that to you, right?" he asked, taking another small step forward and putting a hand on your arm which was intertwined with your other arm, folded across your chest
"i know..." you muttered out, moving your head to look away from him, keeping your arms crossed
"can i please hold you?" he asked gently and you nodded, slowly moving your body into his open arms as he wrapped them around you, engulfing you into a giant bear hug
a few more tears fell down as he held you close to his body, and you leaned your head into his chest
"i'm so so sorry for yelling and getting mad, and i'm sorry i didn't defend you when hank said that bullshit, i love you so so so much" he spoke softly, his hand coming up and gently placing it on the back of your head
“and i want you to know that i promise you i would never hit you or do anything of the sort, i’m so sorry you thought that” he said with a shaky voice
"i'm sorry too," you started to apologize, feeling guilt run through your veins from not defending him earlier, and for reacting the way you did
"i didn't realize they said those things, and i know for a fact you aren't going to end up like mick mars or nikki sixx or any of those drug abusing rockstars, well maybe only with the level of rock n roll fame part, not the drugs" you joked with a sniffle
"and what about the sex?" he said with a chuckle, and you moved your body to face him, wrapping his arms around his waist and you moved your eyebrows up in a surprising way, pushing your head back in slight confusion
"you know, sex, drugs, rock n roll- they're a package deal... and obviously there's gonna be no drugs- well okay maybe weed, then a huge amount of rock n roll fame... what about the sex?" he joked making you smile with a small giggle
"well maybe, only if you'll still love and want me when you're big and famous" you told him with a small laugh, a smile growing on his face
"oh baby i will always love you and want you for the rest of my days" he said sweetly before leaning in and giving you a small kiss
when he pulled away he looked into your eyes, a hand moving to the back of your neck
"then show me how much you mean it," you said with a small smirk as he pulled you in for another kiss
he leaned in, kissing you passionately, his tongue fighting with yours as you moved you hands to slightly scratch down his back
"i- love- you" he said between breaths as he continued to kiss you, and you knew he really meant it
fin.
#stranger things#eddie munson#munsons-melody#steve harrington#dustin henderson#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x you#eddie stranger things#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson x fem!reader
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Can I get prompt 49 with Eddie?
Friends to lovers, reader and Eddie are stoned and she casually asks him “wanna fuck?”
My fave stoner metalhead fucks like a champ and we all know it 🥰
49. Wanna fuck?
Eddie Munson x reader
Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, drug use (only weed it's chill), friends to lovers, bareback piv, oral (f receiving), Eddie talks too much, creampie, the usual filth
Hoe-vember masterlist
This was the definition of happiness. Sat in Eddie's living room on a Friday night, a large pizza devoured between you both, beers sipped, spliff smoked and Halloween playing on the Munson's tiny TV. Wayne was working a double tonight, and your parents were out of town for their anniversary, so you had moved in with your best friend for the weekend.
You were curled up in a ball on the couch, the high from the weed hitting you nicely. Eddie snickers from the other end of the couch.
"As if a butcher knife can hold up a body like that, man, I love this movie but that's fuckin' stupid." He rambles to himself before taking another sip of beer. You watch him from your end of the couch.
Eddie was your best friend in the entire world, the two of you having been inseparable since you were 7. Over the years you'd developed a crush on the long haired boy, which now, as you were both in your 20s, was running rampant 24/7. It didn't help that as you'd gotten older and hormones had reared their heads your friendship had become one of flirtatious jokes and banter, leading pretty much everyone to question why the fuck hadn't you gotten together yet?
You watch Eddie tilt his head back further to get the remaining dregs of his beer out of the bottle, and your eyes drag over that beautiful, beautiful neck of his, with that prominent vein and milky skin just begging to be marked up. Your mouth went dry and your head went all fuzzy. Your thighs squeezed together involuntarily to try and quell the throbbing between your legs. Fuck, why did you have to get so horny when you were high?!
Eddie stands up and stretches, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of pale skin with a dark trail of hair leading into his pants and you swear you almost choked. God, you wanted to lick his stomach- was that weird? To kiss and lick that area below his belly button and follow the trail of hair down, down to his-
"Another beer, babe?" Eddie's slightly slurred voice cut you off and you quickly look away, acting as if you were studying the edge of blanket draped over your legs instead.
"S-sure." You squeaked clearing your throat. Eddie guffaws.
"Good stuff tonight, right? Rick really set me up good. Been impressed with my sales so let me have some of the finer grass."
You shoot him a sleepy eyed smile and nod, watching as he walks to the fridge and retrieves 2 more beers, cracking them open and returning back to the couch.
"Wanna fuck?" The words leave your mouth before your brain can even catch up and tell you what a stupid fucking idea it is.
Eddie eyes widen, and he dramatically spits out the mouthful of beer he'd just taken, coughing.
"W-what?!" He gasps, regaining his composure slightly, and a grin creeping across his stupid, dumbe, dorky, perfect face. "Seriously?!"
"Forget it." You mumble, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "You're laughing at me."
"Y/N, I'm not laughing at you, I'm just...surprised, I guess? Shit, I've had a crush on you since forever, I mean, Jesus, how could I not? You're so...so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and I'm the town freak, y'know? Never thought you'd like me that way-" he cuts himself off. "-do you...like me that way? Or are you just bored and horny? Wait, fuck it, I don't care."
He scrambles over to your side of the couch and smashes his mouth to yours, kissing you with an energy you could only compare to that of when he is DM'ing, or playing on stage. You moan happily and wrap your arms around his neck, allowing you both to sink into the couch, Eddie's body moving completely on top of yours.
Eddie licks along your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing his tongue to find yours. As the kiss grows more heated and sensual, you lift up your hips to grind against Eddie, and the friction from the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans has you moaning into his mouth.
"Shit, fuck, you're really fucking sexy, ya know that?" Eddie huffs out a laugh as you reach between you and palm him through his jeans. "Fuck, this is a dream, this can't be real-"
"Eddie, shut up," you giggle, pressing kisses to his cheek and jaw, ghosting over his neck. You lock eyes with him and flick open his belt and button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down and dipping your hand into his underwear, hand enclosing around his cock. Your pussy clenches at how thick he feels in your hand. "Shit, freak, you never told me you were packing."
"You never asked." Eddie smirks, and you stroke his cock slowly, making him groan loudly and drop his head to your shoulder. You smear the precum gathering on his head around with your thumb, and you swear you hear him whine against your neck. Your hand moves up and down his length slowly, making his hips buck into your hand. "Fuck, sweetheart, this is embarrassing but I won't last long if you carry on, been thinking about this for years-"
"Yeah? Been thinking about me jerking you off, Eds? About cumming all over my hand, or in my mouth?"
"Shit, babe, don't say shit like that, gonna make me blow my load way too early," Eddie pants, his face flushed. "Can I eat your pussy? Wanna taste you so bad."
"Fuck, yes, please." You nod and Eddie practically rips your pants and underwear off. He started transfixed and you feel yourself blushing. "Eddie..." You mumble, trying to scoot away. He grabs your hips and holds you in place.
"Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart, I'm committing this to memory, you're so fucking perfect." He spreads your legs, and practically salivates at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Shit, babe, look, she's fucking soaked. This all because of me?" He slowly runs a finger through your slick, circling your clit teasingly. Your back arches.
"Eddie! Shit, yes, always because of you, think about you all the time-" you whimper out, and your admission makes him blanch.
"Y-you do?" He asks quietly, and you nod.
"I'm not just bored, or high, or horny, Eds, always wanted you, always."
"Shit, we're a real pair of fucking idiots," Eddie chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. "You mean we could have been doing this for months, years even?!"
"M'sorry," you pout. "Didn't think you liked me that way."
"Oh baby, you don't have to worry about that anymore. M'not letting you go anywhere now, never make you doubt me again, okay?"
You nod and Eddie pecks your lips before trailing kisses down your stomach and then your thighs, deliberately avoiding your pussy. You whine, bucking your hips slightly and Eddie chuckles, pinning your hips down with his arm.
"Be patient, princess, hmm? Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Eddie, promise, I'll be so good for y-OU!" The last syllable comes out as a shout as Eddie licks from your hole to your clit, flicking it with with tongue.
"Shh, sweetheart, the whole trailer park is gonna hear you." Eddie smirks as he slips a finger into your pussy and you moan out his name. "Oh? You like that? You like the idea of everyone hearing what a naughty girl you're being, huh?"
"Eddieee!"
"Alright, alright, baby, can't wait any longer to taste you anyway." He nips your inner thigh, making your leg jerk. He snickers, the little shit, before making it up to you by placing a kiss on your clit, swiping his tongue over it. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling in his curls as he continues to work his tongue over your swollen clit, licking and sucking and moaning appreciatively as you tug on his hair. He slides another finger into you and curls them to find that spongy spot, and his fingers work in tandem with his tongue.
You swore the weed was making this more intense but maybe Eddie was just that good. Nobody had ever eaten your pussy like this before, not even close. Eddie had you on the edge within minutes, the coil in your belly ready to snap at any moment. Your legs were shaking and your head was spinning, the high from both pleasure and weed was making you feel as if you were floating.
"Fuck, Eddie, don't stop, don't stop baby, please, m'so close, gonna cum, y'gonna make me cum so hard!" You cry, and Eddie moves his fingers faster, not letting up on the incredible rhythm he had set with his tongue. Your orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train, your back sharply arching and your thighs clamping around his head as you cry out his name in a broken moan, your release gushing over his tongue and fingers, even his chin. Your vision goes white and you almost forget how to breathe normally.
"Holy shit, princess, that was a big one, huh? You still with me?" Eddie is grinning as he comes up to face you, your juices shining on his goofy face. You nod, pulling him in for a kiss, not minding the taste of yourself. His cock brushes over your pussy, making the both of you moan into the kiss. He breaks away, sitting up. "Condom."
"M'on the pill, Eds," you smile coyly at him and he closes his eyes, groaning.
"Fucking hell sweetheart, you want me to fuck you bareback? Fill you up with my cum?"
You nod eagerly and he climbs back on top of you, sitting back on his heels to take his shirt off. He then tugs at the bottom of your shirt and you sit up, allowing him to peel it off you and throw it to join his somewhere in the room. He groans at your simple black bra, and you grin at him as you reach behind you and unclasp it, letting your tits spill out.
"Jesus H Christ, I always knew you had a perfect rack but...shit, they're even better out the bra than in," Eddie practically growls, cupping your boobs in his hands and experimentally pinching your nipples. When you jolt and whine, he chuckles darkly. "Oh fuck, sensitive, huh?"
"Eddie, come on..." You buck your hips against him, his cock sliding perfectly against your wetness.
"Shit, alright, alright, I got you baby, lie back for me okay? You're not a virgin, right?"
"Eddie!" You snap. He already knows the answer.
He shushes you with another kiss as the head of his cock pushes in to your tight hole, the warm and wet of you making his brain feel like it was buzzing. A few more inches push in and you already feel so fucking stretched out. By the time he's got his entire length in you, you're wondering how the hell he's even going to move; you'd never been this full before.
"Shit, Eds, you're fucking huge, can feel you in my fucking stomach," you gasp and he snorts, placing a hand on your lower belly.
"Yeah? Can you feel me right-" he pulls out and pushes back in. "-here, yeah? Ooh fuck, I know you can, I can fucking see my cock, princess, so fucking deep in this perfect little pussy. You good? Want me to keep going?"
"Yes, yes, fuck, Eddie, fuck me till I can't fucking walk," you hiss. He plants his hands either side of your body on the couch and starts building up a rhythm, the trailer filled with the slap of skin against skin and squelches of your arousal. You bring your hands up onto his back, your nails digging into the skin, which only seems to spur him on.
"God, Y/N, this pussy was fucking made for my cock. Taking it so well, sweetheart, letting me fuck you so good-" Eddie grunts out as he fucks into you, shivering when your muscles clamp down on him. "Shit, baby, you keep doing that and this is gonna be over way too fast."
You're just about to open your mouth for a witty response when Eddie suddenly hikes up your legs over his shoulders. Your mouth drops open and your brows furrow. "Oh, shit, that's better isn't it, huh princess? Can see it on that beautiful face, you gonna cum for me again angel? Wanna feel you cum on my cock."
"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, fuck, right there, right there!" You moan, clawing at the couch beneath you as your orgasm starts to build again. Eddie brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing at it harshly. The stimulation from his cock and his thumb is too much, deliciously so, and you cum, screaming his name as your pussy clamps down on his cock. He fucks you through it, cooing at you as you come down from your high.
"Look so fucking pretty when you cum, baby. Feels so good around my cock, shit, I'm getting close, you sure you want it inside?"
You lock your legs around his waist in response, and he lets out a breathless chuckle.
"You're gonna kill me, sweetheart."
"I hope not, I didn't get to blow you yet. Cum for me Eds, wanna feel you fill me up." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss, moaning against his mouth as his thrusts speed up, chasing his high.
"Fuck, gonna cum baby, gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Eddie slams his cock into you as deep as he possibly could once more, releasing rope after rope of cum inside you. He cums so much you feel it dripping out of you before he's even pulled out. The noise he lets out is beautiful; a broken moan paired with your name. Eddie drops down on top of you, his face buried in your neck. "Holy shit, I don't think I've ever cum so hard. This is it now, babe, your pussy is way too fuckin' good, you're stuck with me."
"I was kinda hoping that was the case anyway," you giggle as he lifts his face from your shoulder to look down at you, grinning like a fool.
"Yeah? You wanna be my girl?"
"I thought that was obvious."
"Babe, I'm high and also coming down from the best orgasm I've had in my life, you gotta be clear with me now." Eddie brushes his nose against yours, pecking your lips. "It's cool if you wanna keep this as a one time thing, or a fuck buddies thing-"
"Eddie, shut up." You grin, once more pulling him into a kiss.
#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#stranger things smut#eddie munson imagine#kats hoevember event#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x you
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modern!eddie, nsfw content, 18+ only pls
modern!eddie sends you voice notes of him jacking off late at night, right when he knows you're about to go to bed. he says he doesn't do it on purpose, but you both know that he totally does.
it's late when you get tonight's voice note, nearly three in the morning, but you listen to it right away.
his phone is set on his belly, that way you can hear the slick sounds of him jerking off to the thought of you, and his moans at the same time. it's unfair, you think. him sending you this at this ungodly hour. it's also unbelievably sexy and makes you unbelievably horny. damn him.
"fuck, baby, got me so fucking hard and you're not even here. wish this was your hand instead of mine," he groans, beating his fist even faster, "wish it was your pretty mouth around my dick even more."
there's some shuffling, then the wet schlick of his precum coating his hand. you can almost picture it now, one hand pumping his cock furiously, the other running up and down his torso, tweaking his nipple, reaching down to fondle his heavy sack, tugging at his sweaty curls—all the things you'd be doing if you were with him right now.
your own thighs clench tight at the thought of him doing all this to himself, arousal pooling hot in your belly. you're almost sure you can will your way through the voice note, but then he cums.
your name, coupled with a plethora of oh my god and fuckfuckfuck spill from his lips, over and over again, as his cum spills from his cock. you can picture him, hips thrusting into his fist until he's got nothing left. you can hear him, panting and whimpering as he rides out his orgasm.
"jesus christ, baby. look what you've done to me. all of this, all because of you." he whines softly, sounding breathless and tired and sexy. "anyways, g'night. have a good sleep."
you scoff. what a little shit.
the voice note ends there, but you see that he's sent you a picture of the aftermath of it. his cock rests on his stomach, streaks of pearly white cum painting his happy trail and chest.
that's it. the final straw.
you tap out a quick response before pulling yourself out of bed.
y/n: i hate you.
y/n: don't fucking move, i'm omw
eddie: see u soon baby 😇
#short but i couldn't stop thinking about this#k writes#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson blurb#modern!eddie munson
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Part I Part II part IV
EXPOSED
modern!gamer!Eddie x f!reader
Warnings +18 : Sub!eddie cursing, dirty talk, grinding, soft!dom eddie at the end, daddy kink, slightly non con, rimjob, unprotected sex, cum eating, exhibitionism, little bit of degration,anal play, let me know if i forgot something.
Word count: 2065
You wake with your phone buzzing frenetically, it's almost 8 am on a sunday, who in the hell was bothering you so early? You opened your eyes slowly to adjust with the light from your cell phone screen. A thousand messages from your best friend, she sends you print screens and a part of a video. You recognize the man's arm holding still a girl, actually, holding a girl's ass up to the camera while he worked on her puckered hole. you've recognized the tattoos on Eddie's arm, the bats and the spider on his chest, you recognized the sound of your sweet moans and the dirty mouth of your boyfriend telling you obscenities while fingerfucking your asshole with mastery.
You sat at your bed, watching in replay the video over and over again, rage filling your veins, not because other people had seen your naked body, they didn't know who you are, nor how your face was. But you felt humiliated!
How could you not? A few ugly nerds watched you being a whining mess to him, like Eddie was a sex god. Of course he is, but he is not always like that dominant, a few nights he is the one crying under you, You wanna get revenge! you want everyone to know how much of a cry baby Eddie was if you pushed the right buttons, and here you are again. Teasing and being a brat while your wish-to-be-a-porn-star boyfriend was playing and streaming to his nerdy friends.
The first time you walked behind his chair, his chat exploded with lots of messages, the majority of them about how hot you are and how he got so lucky, some of them saying how amazing your ass is and they couldn't wait to see your tits too.
He didn't know that you were on that chat, and logged on to your best friend's boyfriend account. The nasty comments making your skin burn, now more than ever you want to eat Eddie alive.
Everytime you approached the computer he turned the screen off, scared about your reaction if you discovered his dirty little secret.
you stopped behind him, your hands working on the tense spot at his shoulder. You fingertips tracing lightly up on his neck, giving his hair a little tug until his face was turned to yours, his lower lips was pressed between his teeths, pleading eyes pierced on yours, you bumped his nose with yours, brushing your lips over his letting love bites on his lip.
"Morning baby boy, missed you at bed" you give him a peck on his lips before heading to the kitchen, filling two mugs with coffee.
"wow! someone woke up in a good mood today, did you enjoy yourself yesterday princess?" he smirked to the webcam, still with the tape on the red light, knowing that his chat probably blows now with the interaction.
"mhm, yeah, you was so good for me baby" you gave him his mug and put yours at his computer table "Actually, you were so good to me that i want to repay to you"
You kneeled in front him, your hands running up and down through his naked thighs until hit the hem of his boxers "wanna make you feel good, baby boy"
Your hands on his waistband pulling his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, resting on his abdomen almost near his belly button making your mouth water. Of course you want revenge but you could do it while having a little fun.
Your fingers circling his cock at the base, giving him the pleading eyes and pouty mouth that you knew he never resisted.
"sw-sweetheart you don't need t... oh!fuck." but you cut him putting only his pinkish tip unto your mouth, sucking and nibbling while you hands worked up and down at his heavy lenght.
"You're gonna be a good boy for me and let me use this pretty cock?" your free hands running up his torso, pinching and twisting his nipples lightly, "gonna let mommy play?"
you deepened your mouth, you didn't reach even the middle of it and he is already losing his shit.
Eddie's knows his was fucked, if he doesn't let you play with him, you are gonna be sad and he hates make you sad. But if he does let you play with him, everyone is gonna know he is a simp for you.
Eddie doesn't had the chance of thinking, you are bobbing your head up and down, almost sucking every part of his fat cock, your tongue playing with his tip twirling and giving him cat licks, until the sound of pop of you letting his dick exit your mouth causing Eddie's moans.
"Use your words baby, good boys use they words and get rewarded for this" you gave his tip a kiss and your fingertips started to draw patterns on his balls "And bad boys who don't use his words, get punished baby, these are the rules"
with your hands on his knees, you push him at the same place he put the chair on your time at the video, letting the webcam film all the mess he already is, and you didn't even touch him properly.
You standed up, giving your audience a full view of your yet covered ass, your eyes never leave Eddie's while you've had your hair in a high bun, you undo the knot of your robe letting the thin fabric slide through your body till it hits the floor. Eddie saw your naked body, nothing covering your soft curves, your soft breast and already erect nipples, he left a little cry escapes at the sigh of your bare cunt, the sound of your voice snapping him from his trance
"I'm gonna ask you one more time, baby" your voice was soft but firm, making him shiver "You gonna let mommy play with this pretty cock of yours?"
"Yes'' He said, you could feel the brattness on his voice, you brought your hand to his neck, heavy pressing his throat making hard to him breath "Yes what?" nothing sweet about your voice now, just angry and demanding.
"Yes mo-mommy, please play with my cock" you can feel the shame on Eddie's face, he was feeling like you felt early morning, he was feeling used and horny, he needed you and needed now.
You kneeled in front of him and, putting all of him on your mouth, your nose bumping into his happy trail, he bucking his hips making you gag on his cock, you pulled over to gain some air and a string of saliva kept you both connected.
He looked at your teary eyes tracing your lips with his tip, you open your mouth giving him space to invade with his big cock, every inch he put on your mouth he whimpers and thank you
"thank you mommy, thank you so much, i'm gonna be a good boy, please, suck my cock, stop tease, please mommy"
"Spread your legs, be a good boy for me shall you?" he was gone long ago, his legs wide, hips leverage shown to the camera not just his cock, but his balls and asshole too.
You licked a wide stripe from his asshole till the tip of his licking cock, his moans were music from your ears, striking you directly to your wet core.
"Ple-please mommy, more" he cries loud, squirming at the feeling of your tongue circling his hole "let me touch my cock, please mommy, please" you put your tongue at his hole, fucking him in and out until his crying.
You bring your wet mouth through his mouth, kissing him,he can taste himself in your tongue, making his dick twitch. It was dirty and he loved it about you.
You kissed his neck, sucking the sensitive skin making him gasp every time your lips collided with his hot skin, your hands running at his torso, giving him light scratches, his hips rubbing at your thigh, you feeling his hard cock stain your skin with his arousal.
"Do you wanna ride mommy’s thighs?" he nodded and whined "but mommy have other plans for us baby" was voice was nothing more than soft velvet, your hands on his thigh to his knees, opening his legs one more time
"you taste so sweet baby, can mommy eat your ass out, you can touch yourself while i do it" you licked his hole making him moan and broughting his hand to his dick, stroking it hard "yes mommy, yes, please please"
The groans Eddie was making every time your sweet tongue hits his hole at the same time he tugs his dick sloppy, almost hitting his climax. Your tongue inside him, your hand massaging his balls and the sound of your moans drove Eddie to his orgasm, spelling his seed all over his belly and hand with a loud moan whose sound sounded more like a crying in your ears.
"What a mess you made, should mommy licked it clean?What do you think, my good boy deserved it?" you grabbed his hand near to your mouth.
"Y-yes, lick it mommy, i've been a good boy", you put one finger into your mouth, twisting your tongue licking all of his cum, you did it until eddie was clean, he was a mess under you by the time you finished, and you liked the view of him all vulnerable for you.
You stand up from your knees, sitting on his lap, head by his shoulder, face hidden on his neck, giving all the watchers a privileged view, your bare sweat breast, hard nipples because of the cold.
Eddie's hands eagerly trying to cover your naked torso, your mouth runs from his neck to his ear, you contourn it with the tip of your tongue before softly whisper
"I know you filmed me at your live yesterday, baby" , giving him a kiss on the soft spot between his ear and neck, causing goosebumps on his skin.
You took your robe from the floor and put it back, taking the coffee's mugs to the kitchen, Eddie was still gain his air back, from his orgasm, from what you just told him, pulling his boxers back, his thoughts racing at his head, made him feel anxious, he stands to walk to you but he notice the smile on your face, the way you are humming to the shitty music the neighbors was listening, the fresh hot coffee on both mugs, you were happy.
You completely forgot about the camera by the time you approach him again, handing him his fresh coffee and giving him a sweet kiss on the lips "Sorry if I was too rough with you bub, i love you".
Eddie kisses your temple and hugged you tight, kissing all your face while your chuckled, one of his hands on your waist, his strong grip keeping you at place while he've hold his mug with his free hand, something about his manly features, his thick neck made you clench your thighs seeking for release.
"Daddy?" your sugar sweet voice, bringing a smirk too the boy's face, pulling you closer to his body, your chest pressed on his side, he could feel your nipples at his naked torso
"I've been a naughty girl daddy, i think i need to be punished"
His hands drops to the fat of your ass, squeezing it and slapping until you was only whimpers under his hand, with a final slap he kiss your cheek
"Go to the room baby, i'm coming right after you" you rush to the bedroom screaming all the way "DON'T BE LONG DADDY, I NEED YOU TO PUNISH ME"
Eddie chuckled by himself, sitting back at his chair, he rolled the bar on the comments session, some guys saying how jealous they are, some others questioning Eddie about his fetiche. He was about to turn the live down when you came from the bedroom to the front of his webcam
"Hey, excuse me guys, now i need my boyfriend to fuck my brain out without you stalkers watching, bye" and just like that you pull the plug of the computer.
"You are a fucking brat, do you know that?" he grabbed you by the throat, nipping your neck and groping your chest "now let daddy punish his bad girl"
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Hi, me again, this time with the prompt "6. coffee in bed" 🙏
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Buck has long since resigned himself to the fact that his sleep schedule is well and truly fucked. 24 hour shifts were all well and good in his 20s, but now at the ripe old age of 32 he collapses as soon as he gets home like someone’s hit a hard reset switch, and he never knows if he’ll wake up in an hour or ten. Frankly, he doesn’t know how Bobby is still upright, though he’d never say it to his face.
So, blinking awake on a Sunday (maybe) morning (possibly) in June, he has no idea how long he’s been down. His eyes are glued shut, so probably a while. He throws an arm out and it smacks immediately into Eddie, who grunts.
“Morning?” It’s sort of a greeting and sort of a question, and he feels weight shift on the bed as Eddie cranes to check the clock.
“9:15.”
“Mm.” Buck scrubs a hand over his face and blinks open his eyes. Eddie looks like he's just been taken out of one of those vacuum seal bags you pack your clothes in when you're trying to save space in a suitcase, and Buck has to lean over and kiss him about it.
"Oh my god, Buck," Eddie mumbles, pushing him away with his whole hand smushed against his face. "Did you eat roadkill for dinner?"
"Don't you insult Bobby's casserole like that." Buck goes for Eddie's neck instead but ends up yawning against his jugular. "Fuck. I'm gonna get coffee." He starts to roll over but Eddie slings an arm around him and pulls him back down.
"It's being taken care of," he says, burying his face into Buck's shoulder. "Act surprised."
Buck makes a questioning face at him, but his boyfriend is busy being half asleep again and nuzzling his pec, so he just lays there squinting at the ceiling and wondering if Eddie has developed some sort of coffee based telekinesis. He's started thinking about practical applications in the field (does it have to be hot coffee? How big a container can it be in? Can they just start remotely dumping venti iced lattes on fires?) when Chris enters the room, carefully transporting two mugs. Eddie flops onto his back and then flops upright, passing the mugs to Buck and pulling Chris down for a kiss on the forehead.
"Happy father's day," Chris says, only scrunching his nose a little at the display of affection.
"Thanks, kid," Eddie smiles at him, already flapping a hand at Buck to get his coffee back. He takes a sip as Chris leaves the room again, and Buck holds onto the other warm ceramic in his hands, suddenly feeling very awake and a little awkward.
"Uh- I can head out, if you want."
Eddie squints at him over his coffee. "Why?"
Buck waves towards the kitchen. "You know, if you and Chris want to spend the day together."
Eddie's still making a face at him. "Buck-"
Whatever he was going to say is interrupted by Chris returning, even more carefully balancing a tray of food in his arms. He sets it down on the bed and Eddie eagerly pulls it over, grabbing a waffle piled high with whip cream.
"Cards first!" Chris admonishes, sitting at the foot of the bed.
"Oh, o-kay, okay," Eddie laughs, picking up one of two folded pieces of paper tucked under the plates.
"Two cards!" Buck grins, stretching his foot under the covers to nudge Chris. "Your dad's a lucky guy."
Chris makes the same face his dad had just been making. "One's for you, Buck."
Buck's pretty sure his face makes the exact expression of the emoticon with the colon and the capital o. "Me?"
"Yeah," Chris says, like obviously Buck gets a father's day card, duh, don't be stupid. Buck kind of just freezes there, rebooting, until Eddie grabs the paper and swaps it with the mug still clutched in his hand and he looks down to read it automatically.
On the front, in suspenseful italic, are the words "When Rodan flaps his wings…" and Buck coughs out a laugh, remembering last month's Godzilla night where they'd stayed up way too late watching movies while Eddie was covering for someone on B shift. He opens the card and doesn't start crying immediately, thank you, he lasts a few seconds with dry eyes. On the inside is a full spread drawing of the fiery pteranodon looming over the city of Los Angeles. On the bottom left a firefighter stands on a rooftop, blasting him in the face with a hose. Written in the sky is "... Buck saves the day!"
"Told you he'd cry," Eddie says, smug. Buck tries to glare at him but he's just a big blur through the tears.
"You're so mean to me," he croaks, reaching out blindly for moral support from Christopher, the superior Diaz. Chris shuffles over and wraps him in a hug which, oh boy, doesn't help the crying situation. "Th-thank you," he manages to get out, clinging to the kid a little and fully expecting him to pull away all huffy and teenager-like.
Chris just rests his head against Buck's. "You've been my dad, like, forever," he says quietly, and, really, it's too early in the day to be put through a trash compactor like this. "I probably should have made more cards to make up for the other years."
Buck makes a sound like "gk!" and feels Eddie's hand on his side. "Well, we don't want him to actually keel over. That would be an embarrassing ambulance ride."
Buck laughs, and it sounds wet and gross, and then kisses the side of Chris's head, which probably feels wet and gross. "I love you, so much."
"I know," Chris says, grinning. "I love you too, Buck. Eat your waffle. I put sprinkles on it!"
Buck laughs again, and pulls Chris up onto the bed with them to share. He's big, growing up so quick, and two grown men and a teenager are a pretty cramped fit on a queen mattress, but none of the three members of this family that Buck somehow, miraculously belongs to minds the proximity.
"Happy father's day, Buck," Eddie says, eyes heart twistingly soft as he kisses Buck's cheek. "Glad you're here with me. With us."
Buck makes a face as his eyes start stinging again, and covers Chris's eyes so he can lean forward and kiss Eddie on the mouth, quick. "No place I'd rather be."
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Epic Steddie Fic Rec | April 17th-April 23rd 2023
It's a long one this week! I discovered @loveinhawkins and their ficlets as you can see 😆
If you know anyone I haven't tagged, please tag them in the comments!
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🖤 All Night, American Desire by IrisLanding/ @onirislanding (Post-S4, PWP | 4K | Explicit): “Oh my God. Are you telling me I. . . I appropriated a gay cruising spot? Oh my God,” Steve laughs a little frantically. “Robin will–” “Have her best day ever, absolutely,” Eddie replies with a big, obnoxious grin. He holds out the joint to Steve, who shakes his head, then he stubs it out on the sole of his shoe. He puts it back in the baggie, which he shakes a few times and then rolls closed. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s more impressive, that you used the word appropriated or know what cruising is.” (Part 1 of All I'm Saying, Pretty Baby)
🖤 When You're Shaking Your Good Frame by IrisLanding/ @onirislanding (Post-S4, PWP | 5K | Explicit): If, a week ago, someone had told him he was about to have the best sex of his life mainly from Steve Harrington talking, with no penetration, on a Tuesday, he’d have told them to fuck all the way off, take a bus back, and then fuck off again. But he did. They did. And then Steve had to go and say he was going to drive all the way home with a massive boner and spend the rest of the night jerking off thinking about Eddie, because he’s a ridiculous, kinky horndog. (Part 2 of All I'm Saying, Pretty Baby)
🖤 My Fave, Undressing in the Sun by IrisLanding/ @onirislanding (Post-S4, PWP | 9K | Explicit): He tries to soften his features into something less possessed and says: “Eddie and I had sex. Twice.” There is a long, blissful moment of silence that Steve knows is too good to last. “WHAT–” (Part 3 of All I'm Saying, Pretty Baby)
🖤 Cross My Heart, They'll Never Catch Us by IrisLanding/ @onirislanding (Post-S4, PWP | 3K | Explicit): Eddie was pretty sure his head had been emptied and filled with marshmallows or something because Steve Harrington was sitting on his bed, towel sliding off his hips, holding a bright blue butt plug he'd just magicked out of his bedside drawer. He then produced a fresh bottle of lube packaged as nicely as his shower gel, and started saying something about clothespins. Or, Eddie is falling for Steve but he's hesitant about commitment. Steve thumps him on the head with kink and roleplay.
Cat Scratch Fever by Catt360 (Post-S4, PWP | 7K | Explicit): Post killing Vecna, Steve may have developed a small, minute, teensy-weensy and incredibly inconvenient crush on Eddie “the freak” Munson. He figures that he can just ignore it for long enough and it will go away. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. Alternatively titled: Eddie gets a cat and Steve can’t handle his big gay feelings anymore.
First Discovery by percylicious39 (PWP, BDSM | 2K | Explicit): Steve didn't even know guys could squirt. "The more you learn", as they say. He just wishes he learned about it in any way other than by doing it all over himself.
calm me down by corrodednothing (PWP | 3K | Explicit): Eddie Munson loves having things in his mouth. Especially fingers. Oh, and dicks, of course. or; Eddie and Steve hang out and end up doing the nasty
Come and Turn the Tide by gayhandshake (Modern AU, PWP | 3K | Explicit): Eddie is laboring under a misapprehension about the nature of his relationship with Steve Harrington.
takes me to the clouds above by merkintosh/ @lurkinmerkin (Post-S2, A/B/O AU | 3K | Explicit): All Eddie had to do was overcharge Steve Harrington for weed, scoot him out of his glade and then continue on with his day. That's not what happened here.
Dial V for Virgin by LexiRoseWrites (No Upside Down, University AU, A/B/O | 8K | Explicit): Rushing a fraternity so his dad will keep paying for college isn’t exactly Steve’s idea of fun. Being required to lose his virginity in order to get a bid from ABΩ somehow makes it even worse. Which is why finding graffiti in a party bathroom that says, “for a good time text Eddie 555-318-7249,” feels like a sign from the universe.
how far he’ll go by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 Vol. 2 | <1K | Teen): Distantly, Eddie can hear Nancy and Robin tearing up cloth for bandages, but his eyes remain fixed on Steve—and maybe if it was any other kind of situation, his brain would be fixed on Steve Harrington is shirtless in front of me, but right now Steve is lifting up his hand from his side with an awful wet sound, and— “Oh, Christ,” Eddie hisses, feels himself pale. Steve somehow manages an exhausted smirk. “Hey, if you’re gonna throw up, don’t do it all over the hole in my stomach, dude.”
of chocolate frosting and upside down ducks (things worth being scared for) by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 Vol. 2 | 1K | Teen): “If it makes you feel any better,” Steve says, “I think we all just got so used to it, that—” “Yeah, that doesn’t make me feel better,” Eddie interrupts with a huff of a laugh. “If I think about it for too long, I might actually cry for you all, Steve.” “Nah, don’t do that,” Steve says lightly—though he thinks that a part of Eddie really means it. “It’s more like… like I’m a duck, y’know? Calm on the surface, but…” He drums on the table in demonstration. “Freaking out underneath.”
it’s a light and tumble journey by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 Vol. 2 | 1K | Teen): It’s Dustin who saves Eddie. He doesn’t try and carry him back to the trailer, nothing like that—if he could manage that on determination alone, then he would, but his throbbing leg has other ideas. So he stays by Eddie’s side. Throws off his hoodie and starts to rip any piece of his clothing that he can, because he’s come a long way from when he once stuck bandaids on Steve’s beaten up face. “What… what are you doing?” Eddie says in between gasping breaths. Dustin would laugh if he wasn’t so scared. “Buying more time,” he echoes.
The Shire’s Storyteller by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 | <1K | General): Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees Eddie’s lips twitch into the faint semblance of a smile. It’s very quick, blink and you miss it, before he turns sombre again, looking down at the forest floor. Steve can’t blame the guy; he can’t imagine that he has all that much to smile about. “I just meant,” Dustin says, “that we could use some entertainment.” He jerks his head meaningfully at Eddie—who thankfully still has his head down so he can’t witness this tremendous lack of subtlety—and mouths, You know, a distraction. “And I’m the entertainment guy,” Steve says flatly.
respite (wanna give you forever) by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 Vol. 2 | <1K | General): Steve gestures out to the distance, where the kids are still playing, where Nancy and Robin are re-counting the supplies he’d noted down earlier. “Reckon you’ve got an hour or so, if you wanna get your head down.” Eddie snorts. “Ah, sleep,” he says, with a wry smile. “What’s that?”
like something from the silver screen by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Pre-S3, Canon Divergent | 2K | General): He jumps up onto the window sill to better enjoy the breeze, stretching his legs and idly looking outside. He just catches Eddie scoffing, the little aside he makes: “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Steve turns his head to him. “What?” Eddie rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile. “Just… you,” he says. And it’s said with a kind of reluctant fondness, almost like they’re friends—which is bizarre, Steve thinks, since this is definitely the longest conversation they’ve ever had. But maybe the approaching summer break has Eddie all sentimental.
🖤 bled out without a trace by loveinhawkins (Canon Divergent, S4 Vol.2 | 4K | Teen): “You’ll be fine,” Steve says. He discreetly pats at his pockets. Feels the handle of the switchblade. Touches Dustin one last time, a palm across his brow. “Look after him.” “Hey, I—I don’t like your tone, man,” Eddie says. “We’re looking after him, together. Together, all right? Fucking promise me, Harrington.”
can’t bear it alone by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Dustin POV | 8K | Teen): He thinks about the relief in Eddie’s voice when he said he had a hunch about Steve’s whereabouts, like Dustin is the chosen one for understanding what makes Steve tick. Eddie’s joked about it before; he’d called it “sibling telepathy” when Dustin had silently communicated his popcorn order at the movies, and he’d nudged Steve in the ribs when Steve’s nose wrinkled meaning Gross, dude. Then Steve had huffed a laugh, nudging Dustin back. Okay, okay. I’ll pay for it, you little shit. But Eddie gets Steve, too, Dustin thinks; that’s why he called him. And yeah, it’s different than the way Dustin understands Steve, but it’s significant enough for Eddie to make the cut of Steve Harrington Interpreters in Dustin’s mind.
be kind, rewind (and check what’s inside!) by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Pre-S4 | <1K | General): Of course, Steve finds the tape later, because the universe likes to laugh at Eddie, apparently.
and it’s a song you know by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (POV Dustin (1,5K | General): The lyrics are clever, because they hide under metaphor, apocalyptic imagery and all that stuff, but it clicks when Dustin gets to a verse about a tune echoing through a mall, ‘and it’s a song you know, you’ve known it all your life,’ and he’s suddenly thrown back to when he explained how Steve worked out the location of the Russian code, and Eddie was taking it all in, eyes as round as pennies. Dustin sets down the notebook and says, “It’s about us.” It’s not a question.
take me by the hand by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 Vol.2 | 1K | Teen): When he’d found the radio in the RV, he had planned on it being a backup to the Walkman, a last resort measure—but the volume is feeble, too temperamental to rely on. Every so often, he can pick up a fraction of a song before static takes over again. A natural lull falls, not uncomfortable, and it’s during that silence when the radio picks up another song: catchy bubblegum pop that Steve vaguely recognises. “Can you turn that up?” Eddie says suddenly. He’s sitting up straighter and there’s an odd look on his face that Steve can’t decipher.
The Vigil by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Post S4 | <1K | General): There’s a movement in the corner of his eye; Eddie stops writing and looks over to see Steve’s head nodding sleepily. He smiles to himself. But then he realises that Steve isn’t falling asleep, not completely: whenever he catches himself drifting off, he jerks, straightens up, before the cycle repeats again. And, every time, his hand moves to his jeans pocket, as if checking for something. It’s not a panicked gesture, not exactly. It’s something more… habitual. Ingrained.
you’re too young to be lost by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Dustin POV, Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): Dustin knows that as soon as you cut one monster’s head off, another is bound to grow in its place. So when the late Jason Carver’s family and friends move out of Hawkins, he’s secretly glad about it, sure, but he’s not exactly relieved. Rumours are a hard thing to kill.
🖤 why are they watching me? (they're watching you.) by rabbitinrain/ @stargazersteddie (Truman Show AU | 25K | Teen): Eddie Munson lives a normal, comfortable, mildly mundane life in Hawkins. But two new faces in town turn everything he thinks he knows upside-down, and he quickly learns that nothing about Hawkins (or himself, for that matter) is as it seems.
Eddie Munson: 19-year-old Virgin by pterawaters/ @pterawaters (Post-S2, PWP | 4K | Explicit): Eddie turns in his seat, facing Steve as he admits, “I’m a nineteen-year-old virgin. How the hell am I supposed to front a metal band without having done it? I’m holding the whole band back, I know it. They’re not saying anything, but we all know they’re thinking it.” “Right,” Steve says, thinking the virgin thing does seem at odds with the rest of his persona. “So, you’re here to ask which girl you should go after? I mean, Wendy’s usually up for anything. Lydia might be more your style, though.” “Steve,” he says, putting his hand on Steve’s wrist. “I don’t want to ask out a girl. I want you to fuck me.”
Every Single Time by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Post-S4 | 2K | Teen): Eddie and Steve haven't talked about it yet. What they are. What they want to be. On Hawkins' Senior Bonfire Night, maybe they will.
Dear Harrington by IndigoFudge (Major Character Death | 3K | General): Steve weeps. That’s the only word to describe it. His chest aches and aches, burning with words that he never got to say. He presses the vest to his lips. It smells like smoke, like sweat, like blood - though Steve supposes a little of that is his. Love, he thinks again, and the word feels like home. • Steve finds a letter that Eddie wrote to him.
for everything I long to do (it's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin) by stellarpoint (pettifogger)/ @letterfromvienna (Will POV, Post S4 | 3K | Teen): Will wakes up early after a sleepover at the Harrington house. He sees something in the kitchen he wasn't meant to see, which prompts the realization that he might not be as alone as he thought.
WIP
🖤 better by you, better than me by palmviolet/ @palmviolet (Canon Divergent, Season 1-2 | 28/? | 147K | Mature | Warning: Violence): November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.
🖤 nothing but the dead and dying by loveinhawkins (Canon Divergent, S4 Vol. 2 | 22/? | 61K | Teen): Steve sighs, like he’s trying to laugh but he can’t quite manage it. “I’m sorry, man,” he says too lightly, “gonna need you to drive for a bit. I know it’s not part of the plan, but hey.” He gets out a laugh now, but all it does is set Eddie’s teeth on edge. “Henderson said you’re good at—what’s it called, in your game? Improv?” And Eddie hates it, hates how soft Steve’s voice is, hates how the conversation is so clearly a distraction, a last ditch attempt at protection from… he doesn’t know. He doesn’t want to know. - In the RV, Vecna’s curse changes course.
🖤 Swing and a Miss by deadonarrival (Baseball Player Steve, Fake Relationship | 4/5 | 29K | Explicit): “Apparently they usually reserve the box for the wives and girlfriends … so either you’re gonna have to be my boyfriend or you’re going to have to sit in the stands with the fans. It’s not that bad, you just need to like, pretend to be my boyfriend so you can sit with the other WAGs and like, then you can be in the box and have all you can drink alcohol and snacks.” “Did you agree to this!?” Eddie asks. “If I say yes, how mad are you going to be?” Steve asks.
🖤 Reboot by plutosrose/ @plutosrose (Modern AU, Actor Steve & Eddie | 6/10 | 23K | Explicit): In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren’t speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update–his character gets together with Eddie’s.
Online, Offline (Out of My Mind) by LexiRoseWrites (Modern AU, A/B/O, Actor Steve | 4/10 | 15K | Explicit): Online dating and scent-matching are used by desperate people who want to find their soulmate, but will settle for a compatible partner. Steve is more worried about what he’s going to say in his acceptance speech for the Oscars. He doesn’t need romance, he needs to prove his parents wrong. And besides, masquerading as an alpha for his entire acting career has worked great thus far. Why risk losing everything he’s accomplished over something he’s getting by just fine without?
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Season 1 Steve meets season 4 steve
And boy does he have questions
This is weird. Steve was almost 100% sure he fell asleep at Eddie's last night. They'd gone to a bar with Robin and Nancy and he had crashed with Eddie which he'd done almost every night these days. So how did he end up in his room at his parents house?
He can hear someone downstairs, so maybe Steve had gotten confused and they'd gone to Steve's? Steve didn't think he'd been that drunk to forget that. Maybe Eddie was making him breakfast? That was sweet of him, with a smile he got out of bed and trudged downstairs to the kitchen.
"What the fuck!"
Steve had barely rubbed the sleep from his eyes before his eardrums were assaulted by a very familiar voice. Wait a minute, he can't possibly be hearing the voice.
He looks up and there in the kitchen, looking very alarmed and holding a knife, is him, at 16 years old.
"I shouldn't even be surprised at this point," Steve's grumbles as he moves past a very confused young Steve and pours himself some coffee.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"C'mon Steve you haven't had all those concussions yet, can't you recognise this pretty face?"
"You're me?"
"The one and only!"
"But but how!?"
Steve sighs, "Well what's today's date?"
"December 2nd 1983."
"Oh good so you've seen the crazy shit, that'll make this easier. Look stuff gets worse, a lot worse before it gets better, and either this is a brain bleed from all my concussions or another weird Upside Down thing, hell maybe you're Vecna back from the dead I don't know, Dustin probably would know,"
"Who's Dustin? Who's Vecna? You mean there's more of those fucking monsters around? Am I safe? Is Nance safe?"
"Oh right you're still with Nancy. Yeah yeah she's safe don't worry, well I assume her and Robin got home safe. Dustin is your little brother, no not biologically thank god our parents don't need more kids to fuck up, but he's super smart, a brat but you're gonna love him. Vecna is like a super creepy dude that's kinda causing everything but he should be dead, I think, probably."
"I break up with Nancy?"
"That's what you take from that? Look Nancy breaks up with you, it's rough, it's going to fuck you up for awhile but you'll be ok, just stop being bullshit ok? Like seriously drop the King Steve stuff it's so tiring."
"Ok um fuck, FUCK. What are you even wearing dude? Is this really what I become?"
Steve looks down at what he'd slept in last night, ah that's going to be a bit rough to take in.
"So um, Steve, kiddo, me.... Do you know Eddie Munson?"
"That freak senior yeah?"
"Well. This is his shirt."
Young Steve's eyes widen, "Why are you wearing Munson's shirt."
"Ok so you know those times you've looked at the guys in the locker room, turns out that's not what straight guys generally do..."
"What the fuck do you mean! I'm not gay dude!"
"I know that. You're bisexual, don't worry there's tears but Robin explains everything. Oh Robin you're going to love her, she's your best friend, an actual best friend this time."
"So what I'm dating Eddie the Freak?"
"Yep, and let me te you he lives up to that name, fucks you real nice,"
"I LET HIM FUCK ME!?"
"Total bottom, but don't worry you'll have all these revaluations in time."
Young Steve looks like he's going through the five stages of grief all at once.
"Look all this is very tiring for me, so I'm going to go back to bed, if you're not here when I wake up, just remember what I said alright?"
Young Steve nods slightly and Steve takes this as enough before heading back up to his room. He lays down and closes his eyes before waking up to a much better sight.
"Hey sweetheart, get a good sleep?"
"I had the weirdest dream..."
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thinking abt Eddie teaching us how to play dnd. private lessons to start since the campaigns for the hellfire club are serious business but thinking about the way he scoots his chair closer to us so that our thighs touch. reaching for the die at the dice at the same time and our fingers brush and his cheeks and ears turning pink as he clears his throat and continues on with his lesson like neither of us are on fire for one another. i love him. eddie brainrot.
Roll for Initiative
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Eddie Munson x Femme! Reader
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Warnings: Language, my D&D knowledge is severely lacking, it's a little horny but SFW, only around 600 words, mostly just angst (but I could be convinced to write a second part if people are interested 🥺)
He's usually better than this.
Nobody has thrown him off his game before—Eddie's got a whole arsenal of moves when he wants to pull (normally starting and ending with "hey, you wanna smoke?")—but you've got him bumbling and shaking, stuttering over his words like a fucking virgin on prom night.
And it's not just because you're pretty—although you are. Chewing on your bottom lip, looking wide-eyed down at the table, then glancing up at him through your lashes. It's not just because you're smart, or nice to him, or willing to listen when he rambles about his new campaign, or really, really fucking pretty.
It's not.
"So now I . . ." you glance at him, hand hovering over the little pile of dice in front of you on his kitchen counter.
He clears his throat. "Uh, roll for initiative."
"Right, and that's with the . . ."
"The D20." He reaches for it because it's easier than staring at you, something to think about besides how close he is and how easy it should be for him to slip an arm around the back of your chair.
But you're doing the same, and when the tips of your fingers brush against his own, he's got the electric spark in his bones—like it's actually painful for him to touch you and not in the way he wants—until he has to jump away.
Fuck. The dice scatter, chittering off the table and onto the floor, landing among the crumbs and the few wrappers he couldn't toss in the trash before your arrival.
"God, shit, I'm sorry," he has to laugh because otherwise he'll get up and run, just bolt from the fucking table and this mess and the stupid part of him that ever thought it would be a good idea to try and spend any time alone with you.
You just smile, and you're touching him again, hand resting lightly on his upper arm this time. He wishes he'd changed out of his hellfire shirt before this so he could feel your skin against his and not through his stupid sleeve.
"Don't worry about it, I got it."
Then he watches you slip to your knees—skirt riding up around your thighs as it clings to the seat—before you dive under the table.
God, his eyes actually roll back in his head, craning his neck to peer at you on your hands and knees, his own sweaty palms clinging to his denim-covered legs.
There's the swell of your ass—better than it's ever looked in his imagination—and he wonders what you'd do if he reached out, cupping your warm flesh of your thigh and sliding higher, his fingers just slipping under the edge of the pretty pink silk that covers the rest of you.
He thinks about joining you under the table, wonders if the cheap poly-laminate shelter would make him brave, and he'd be able to take your face in his palms and say something that would impress you, something that sounded clever and funny because he loves the way his lungs burn whenever he manages to make you laugh.
Maybe you'd let him kiss you.
It's stupid. And phony. Just another fantasy—sitting here and staring at the game board full of elves and wizards and dire wolves, just as real as any world where you'd actually think about going out with a freak like him.
You pop back out from under the table, holding out the dice in your hand.
"It rolled a 15. Does that count?"
He smiles, laughing a little despite the hollow feeling in his chest. "Only if it lands on the table."
You pretend to pout, sliding back into the chair, a little closer than it was before, the ripped knee in his jeans brushing against your thigh. He shifts an inch the other direction until the contact is lost.
"Okay, so now I roll for initiative?"
Eddie rests his head in his palm, nodding in response and trying to hide the hurt in his eyes.
Like he said. Fantasy.
Part Two
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To Be of Service
FTM!Eddie x ServiceTop!Male Reader
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Warnings: Cunnilingus, Breeding Kink, Nipple Sucking & Biting
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"How was practice big boy?" Eddie teases. He had a DND campaign after school so you went to get him after football practice.
"Was thinkin' bout you the whole time, Munson." You wrap your arm around his shoulder.
"You're such a flirt, (Surname)." Eddie laughs, trying to hide his blush with his hair.
"I really was though. Thinking of what we'd do once we get to my place." You bring Eddie to your car.
"What exactly?" Eddie relaxes into the car seat.
"Like you riding me, and looking at your pretty face while it's all sweaty and red." You start the car.
"Shit, bet you got a boner during practice." Eddie grins, feeling himself getting wet.
"Sure did. I went in the bathroom and jerked off to you." You nod.
Eddie bites his lip, getting extremely needy for you. "You're always so honest.."
"I like your reactions. You're always so obvious, it's cute."
Eddie couldn't ask you to help him since you were driving so he spends the rest of the car ride feeling horny for you.
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Eddie drags you into your own home and into your room, desperate for relief.
He wastes no time stripping down. "You need to make up for all that stuff you said earlier." He sits on the end of the bed, spreading his legs.
"Of course." You slot in between them, eating out his soaking wet pussy. Eddie moans as you start adding fingers.
"God, yes, fuck–" He pushes your head further. "Like that...yeah."
You listen to the soft noises of pleasure that come out of Eddie's mouth. Finally being touched after being horny for so long had him reaching his peak within minutes.
Eddie pulls your head away and looks at your pussy drunk face. "Take your pants off. Your underwear too."
You stand up and pull them off. "What now?"
Eddie looks at your hard dick hungrily. "Sit." He points to the bed. You get on the bed and sit, resting your back on the headboard.
Eddie climbs onto your lap, slowly lowering himself onto your dick. "Fuck–" He grins. He leans over your face, impelling you to play with his tits.
Your mouth makes its way to his chest, biting and sucking on his nipple.
"Mm~ good puppy." Eddie moans, grinding down on your dick. "Could come just from this~"
"I'll move now.." He gently moves your face away before bouncing on on your dick. He arches his back in pleasure, his nails digging into your sides.
"Yeah~" He fucks himself on your dick, treating you like a human dildo. "Good...so good.." He rubs his clit, moaning breathily and chanting 'close' over and over.
"Oh God- (Name)~" His movements stutter and come to a stop before he comes. "You can move-"
You buck your hips into him, feeling your release coming from seeing him get off. "M' close, Eds."
"Cum in me, please~! Hu- hurry 'n kno~ knock me up~~" He leans over to kiss you. You put your hands on his waist, moving him up and down.
You shoot your cum into his throbbing wet pussy, making Eddie moan into your mouth and quickly bring him to another orgasm.
You part from the kiss and look at Eddie's flushed and fucked out face.
"Don't...don't pull out..." He says, out of breath. "Need your cum in me.."
"But I need to clean you up, Eds."
He shakes his head. "Stay.."
You fall victim to his effortless charms, moving the both of you on your sides. "Okay, but first thing tomorrow.." You wrap your arms around him.
He nuzzles his head in your chest, taking in your body heat. "G'night."
"Night, Eddie."
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warning: smut, wholesomeness, eddie is down bad
"So... you've really never done this before?" you said, biting your lip. You have no excuse for why it kinda turned you on. Perhaps because it was the last thing you expected from a guy like Eddie... or because you got the feeling you could blow his mind without putting all too much effort into it.
"I-I mean, I've done stuff," he assured, "just... not this, yeah."
"Don't tell me you were saving yourself for the right girl," you joked, and he laughed nervously as he rubbed his palms on the trailer's ratty old couch.
"No," he breathed, "not really, just... never had much luck with girls, I guess."
"Well," you purred as you leaned in closer, running your hand over his chest through the adorable DIY Hellfire shirt, "if you don't mind giving up your virginity, you can get lucky tonight. How's that sound?"
"Uh... pretty much perfect," he laughed thinly.
But what truly sounded perfect was Eddie himself-- the way he moaned, whimpered, even begged for you as soon as you did anything for him. Grinding in his lap, making out and running through your fingers through that beautiful mess of hair... it seemed so easy to drive him crazy, and you loved it.
"Baby," he breathed, "I-- I don't know how much more I can take of this..."
"You've still got your jeans on," you noticed with a smirk.
"Yeah, and you've got your top off-- can't help it," he grinned, "you're gorgeous."
"God, I want you to fuck me," you sighed.
"What are we waiting for, then?" he cooed, running his hands up your bare back.
"W-well, it's just--"
"Oh, fuck," he breathed, "been down this road before-- sorta how I ended up still a virgin by now. But it's fine, we don't have to--"
"No, it's not that!" you interrupted. "I really want to... I just feel kinda weird about being your first."
"Weird, like, you don't want to be?" he asked, concerned.
"Weird, like, not sure why you want it to be me. Are you really sure?" you pressed.
"At this point, doll, I want it to be anybody," he joked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
You thought you hadn't shown your disappointment on your face, but he still noticed, and reached up to turn your head towards him when you looked away.
"Hold on, I didn't mean it like that," he promised. "I-I really want it to be you. Specifically-- like, not just any girl. Yes, I would pretty much take 'any girl' by now, as long as she's not, you know, an objectively horrible person, I guess... but oh my god, you..."
He pulled you a little closer, looking right into your eyes, and you had the terrifyingly wonderful thought that this might be more than just casually hooking up. You might have a tiiiny bit of a crush...
"You-- you're... so much better than I ever thought I could do," he continued laughing. "And I never made a big deal out of my first time-- I mean, I wanted it, but I didn't think it had to be special or anything. And it doesn't have to be, especially if you don't want it to be, but... I think it kind of is, more than I expected. Because, honestly, getting lucky with a smokin' babe like you is always gonna be special-- whether it's the first time or the thousandth time."
You kissed him again, a little differently than before; and he pulled you closer, holding you tight and sighing against you.
Before that, you'd imagined 'special' meant sweet, slow, patient-- really romantic stuff. That night, though, Eddie taught you that special could be wild, desperate, and just downright animalistic. Actually, he taught you that lesson repeatedly...
"So... just as special whether it's the first or the thousandth time, huh?" you remembered what he'd said as you both laid back, staring at the ceiling, panting like dogs.
"Yeah," he agreed, to exhausted to say much else.
"How about the second time?"
"The second time was five times ago, sweetheart," he laughed breathlessly.
"No, I mean like... the second date," you explained.
"As long as you give my dick a few days to recover... yeah, it'll be just as special next time."
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oh this was supposed to be just be rambling out a thought and then it ended up as a blurb/thought hybrid....enjoy.
bodyguard!steve x rockstar!eddie
i'm watching the bodyguard and now i'm having rockstar!eddie thoughts and bodyguard!steve...and i know it's been done a thousand times. but steve being hard on himself because of previous assignment that didn't go well even though he wasn't there and swearing to himself that it's not going to happen to eddie..steve's got a reputation to uphold. steve has a fucking CHIP on his shoulder and eddie's well, eddie.
he sees how much steve is running himself into the ground to protect eddie and like, dude, the worst we're going to get a trampled by platforms...but it matters because eddie starts getting concerning letters in the mail and steve's for damn sure not finna let anything slip on his watch.....the crowds get rowdy and steve loses his mind nearly every night watching as the crowds push and push the stage until one night someone manages to rush the stage and steve's bolting before he can think.
more and more people try rushing the stage--a few are successful. Steve's literally shielding eddie's body off the stage and then he goes back to help Jeff and Gareth off and Eddie's trying to hide how badly he's shaking. the crowd settles the band's debating if they should go back out there. Steve's of course against it and in the end Eddie's vote is left to decide and he's shaking. so bad.
"you don't have to do anything you don't want," steve says. he knows it's his job to protect eddie. but it's also eddie's job to entertain people, to put on the show.
"i-i don't know," eddie says voice cracking on the confession. "i don't want them to get rowdier. but i can't--those letters." the letters got graphics--only three of them in total before they started putting safe guards in place to have someone read through the mail before getting it to the band. steve knows there's more but eddie doesn't and that's what matters.
"i'm here. i'm always going to be here, man. whatever you want," steve whispers. and it's just meant to comfort eddie. to let him know that steve's not going to be mad with the choice. management wants to shut the show down, save out from anything worse happening.
in the end, corroded coffin only performs half of their set in total but they end it. another wave of rowdiness is what does this show in. one person rushes the stage and steve's sprinting for a second time in the same night to get eddie off stage. steve doesn't go back out for other people instead he stays with eddie. he stays the night in eddie's room. he plans on sitting in the chair, a cup of awful coffee keeping him company. but eddie after his shower ends up staying up with steve. they chat shit the entire night.
by the crack of dawn, both of them are exhausted but it's fine. they have a flight that's going to give them some sleep but eddie can't help the flutter in his chest when steve gives eddie a quick hand squeeze. they'd joked that eddie's band wasn't steve's taste but before steve slips into the shower before they head down to the lobby, steve squeezes eddie's hand. "i must say going back out to try and perform a second time is pretty metal even if you're upset with yourself and i guess you could also say the songs have grown on me so i do look forward to seeing you all perform each night."
eddie knows as he listens to the rush of the shower that he shouldn't be sitting on the edge of the bed kicking his feet and he knows it means he's fucked but GOOD GOD DAMN steve's proud of him.
meanwhile the creepy fan letters are still being tracked down and it winds up coming forward that two letters were sent as pranks by some teens. but the other letters--the ones that got really SPECIFIC and graphic--is coming from the same person. the person makes some mistakes early on, licking the stamp himself and it gives just enough to track him down.
steve's relieved the person's caught and tells eddie they got the guy. eddie falls into his chest, relieved and exhausted. since the rushed stage incident eddie's been asking steve to spend the night. it's fine by steve. he enjoys the conversation. he finds himself growing fond of them really. but there's a moment after the show where steve's so used to eddie giving him the look--a glance, eyes widen, almost pleading-- that steve has to brace for that look not coming his way. but eddie still looks over as they're falling into the van, eyes widen, almost pleading and steve nods. he nods so fast and so hard he's sure his own hair is going to fall out. but this time they're heading to the airport and as they get coralled into the airport and onto the plane. eddie reaches out for steve's hand and leads him to the very back of the private jet.
steve falls into the seat next to eddie on the outside near the aisle. eddie keeps his hands in steve's and steve knows he should be more aware and mindful of the action, how it could be perceived, but he only cares to take in the way the calluses brush over his palm. steve knows his hands aren't all the soft either, years of fights and training have toughened and scared his hands.
"i like you," eddie says. "i know it's like a conflict of interest and shit. but i really fucking like you and i don't want things to get weird or to end. i know protecting me is a job, but you can't tell me over the last five months it hasn't meant more to you."
steve's aghast. when had eddie known? what was the moment that gave steve away? but steve's no good with words sometimes. they can bubble over or he says things when it doesn't mean them the way they came out so he just leans in, free hand taking eddie's cheek and his lips press into eddie's. there's no confusion with an action, steve thinks.
"i like you too. but it's--i can't do my job with feelings in the way," steve whispers. "i won't have my head on straight if we develop this more and i want to. i want more, but..."
"i can't lose you, steve." eddie's already lost too much. he's never had much to begin with if he's honest and he's lost out on his youth. he feels young and free with steve. "please don't go."
"but i can't stay, eds. not now. not with my feelings."
eddie squeezes steve's hand, pulling him for another kiss. "i'll do whatever is necessary. i'll hire someone else. i'll make you a head consultant, but i need you to stay."
steve can't say no to eddie. it's impossible. "i'll stay until the end of this leg." they've got five more weeks in north america for they get three weeks off and then do a four and half long stint the UK and EU. "it's just...maybe we beef up the entire security team. i think that'll make me feel better."
eddie grins against his lips. "you're already a natural in the consultant role."
"i take your safety very seriously."
"please tell me you take something else seriously too." it's too easy to flirt.
steve laughs, cupping eddie's chin. there's just a prickle of stubble on his face that steve enjoys feeling when they kiss. "only you, eds. only you. but trust me when i say i take everything about you seriously."
it's clear in the tabloids and by the snaps that eddie and steve have grown closer. but they are clearly happy. by the end of the north american leg, steve does like he says, he officially hands in his resignation for personal bodyguard and management hands him official documents for consultant until steve can get on his feet for something else. the new security team has been vetted and tried by steve harrington thoroughly but by the time the UK/EU leg starts up it gives steve a sense of peace that the band is in the second best set of hands. the first being his hands of course.
but his hands are full of eddie's hands and there's nothing better to be occupied by.
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Part 18 - Beauty and the Freak
Let’s play a game🌶️
Mature 18+ Smut Minors DNI
Veronica
" This definitely does not qualify as a scary movie Princess ." Eddie looked down at the movie case as he pulled it out of my backpack.
" It has ghosts in it Edward." I put a bag of popcorn in to the microwave and punched in the time, then hopped up and sat on the countertop as I waited.
Eddie walked over and stood in front of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in close." It's Ghostbusters, Sweetheart. "
" It's a compromise. You get ghosts and I get laughs, win win."
He leaned in and kissed my neck. " We probably won't be watching much of it anyway."
" Why is that Mr. Munson?" I couldn't help myself,closed my eyes and sunk into him. His lips were so warm and soft.
" What happens every time we watch a movie? We make out or we have sex."
" Not every time." I backed away from him, eyebrow raised. " Do you think I can't resist your charm? "
A slow smile spread across his face and he ran a finger down my cheek. " You haven't been able to so far."
" I love your confidence." I smiled right back at him. " I think we should play a little game. Let's see who can hold out the longest, resist temptation. No physical contact."
He chuckled." I am up for a challenge."
The microwave beeped and I unwrapped myself from him, and he backed away a couple steps. I slid down the counter and looked up at him. "Your going to lose Munson. "
He smiled down at me and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. " Good luck Sweetheart." He grabbed the bag of popcorn out of the microwave then strutted into the living room giving me a perfect view of his tight ass , and then sat on one end of the couch.
I smiled. This was going to be fun. I opened up the refrigerator door." Hey Baby, would you like a soda or a beer?"
" Sure, I'll take a Coke."
" Coming right up!" I slowly bent down to grab a couple sodas from the bottom shelf, and felt his eyes on me. There were two things Eddie Munson couldn't resist, my ass and my breast. I pretended to shuffle around containers on that shelf , stalling so that he would get an eyeful. I grabbed the sodas , slowly stood up and closed the door. I picked up my backpack that had a bunch of candy in it for movie night, then walked over swinging my hips, laying it on pretty thick, and handed him his coke.
He smirked." Thanks doll face." He winked at me. Jesus.
I sat on the opposite side of the couch , one full couch cushion between us and he laughed.
" Afraid you're not going to be able to resist the urge to touch me?"
" I always sit on this end and you know that." I put my drink on the stand beside the couch and opened up my backpack, took inventory then pulled out a box of skittles and threw them over to Eddie.
" Thanks Sweetheart." He smiled.
" Welcome baby." I pulled a tootsie pop out of my bag and unwrapped it. "Cherry, my favorite." I brought it to my mouth and licked it, put it into my mouth and swirled it around then pulled it out with a pop. I flicked it with my tongue then licked it again. I looked over at Eddie and smiled when I saw him swallow hard. " How many licks does it take Ed's?" I watched him watch my mouth so I licked my lips.
" The world may never know sweetheart." He blinked, snapping out of his daze then was back in the game again. " Its warm in here, are you feeling warm? I'm feeling warm." He stood up and slowly pulled his shirt up over his head, his ink on full display, his abs, his cute little belly button,his pants hanging low on his hips, the V pointing down to his-" You alright Princess?" He threw his shirt on the floor and walked over in front of me, grabbed the stick of my lollipop popped it out of my mouth then stuck it in his. "Yummy."
" Well that was rude."
He threw his head back and laughed, god, I wanted to kiss his throat. I'm going to fucking lose. I need to pull myself together.
" You know your right, it is toasty in here. " I grabbed a scrunchie from my pocket and put my hair up into a messy bun, Eddie once told me that there was something about the act of me putting my hair up , or putting on lip gloss or putting in earrings that he found sexy, I would use that to my advantage. I tugged on the collar of my shirt, " I think you had the right idea baby." I sat up on my knees and untucked my shirt , then made direct eye contact with him while I unbuttoned my shirt all the way . I bared my shoulders."So much better." I ran a hand down my neck, my chest. I watched his eyes follow my hand then settle on my breast, he licked his lips. I pulled off one sleeve then the next then threw my shirt to the floor. " There! Now I'm comfortable." I looked up through my lashes and smiled.
He shook his head and smirked. " So we are getting comfy now Doll face? Sounds great." I watched his hands go to his belt, he unbuckled it then slowly pulled it through the loops and tossed it away . " Now that is better."
I wanted to touch him so fucking bad, I wanted to trail kisses all over his body, but I was too proud. I knew he could see it written all over my face. I plopped back on the couch , grabbed the bag of popcorn and decided to stuff my face as a distraction.
Eddie looked at me with a shit eating grin on his face. " What's the matter darling? "
" Your so annoying."
He laughed again." Awww, baby , just touch me, I know you want to, then this stupid game will be over."
" I wouldn't give you the satisfaction." I huffed, then put some popcorn in my mouth. " I'm sitting here drooling over you and you barely even flinched. I used all my tricks. I thought once the boobs came out it was game over but no. I'm clearly revolting."
" You look so fucking cute when you pout."
" But not cute enough to touch. Any other time I swear to god you would be all over me."
" Your goddamn right I would. But you see Princess I am trying to show you that I have self restraint, that I am not the only one in this relationship that is a fucking horndog. " He took the lollipop out of his mouth and pointed at me ."You are just as guilty as I am. I don't know if you have ever noticed, Sweetheart, but 70% of the time you are the one making the first move. I am just innocently laying there ,head on your lap and you lean down and kiss my neck, or nibble on my ear. There was that one time you straight up reached over and grabbed my junk. That was fucking bold babe, and I loved it." He finished off the tootsie pop.
I smirked. " You think I don't know how I get when I am around you? I am sitting on your couch with my tits out, cramming popcorn into my face to distract myself so that I don't attack you."
He twisted some hair around his finger and brought it over to his mouth, started chewing on it." What would you do to me if you weren't cramming your face full of popcorn?" He knelt down in front of me, big brown eyes searing into my soul.
I put down the popcorn and sat up straight in front of him. " You want to know? Alright." I bit my lip then slowly looked him over, my eyes stopping at his." First I would cover your mouth with mine, your lips would taste sweet,like cherries from your pop.Then I would wind my hands in your hair, give it a little tug, because I know that you like that, pull your head back and kiss your jawline, suck on your earlobe, kiss your throat, work my way down. Tonight I'm feeling a little feisty, I would nibble on your shoulder, I bet you would like a little bite, wouldn't you?"
Eddie swallowed hard and nodded.
" Thought so. I would run my fingernails down your back, not enough to scratch but enough to give you chills. Then I would kiss every single tattoo you have, slowly working my way down, my hands unbuttoning your jeans ."
" That sounds fucking amazing Princess. " He was staring at my lips, I could see his breathing quickening.
I leaned forward a little more and whispered." How about if I were to slide my hand down your pants , wrap my hand around your cock and stroke away. How does that sound baby?"
Eddie groaned , then leaned in and whispered , his breath giving me goosebumps."How about I push you back on the couch , strip off the rest of your clothes and bury myself deep inside you? Make you cum so hard your legs will be shaking the rest of the night? How does that sound Sweetheart?"
Fuck, I'm done. A little whine slid past my lips. I slowly backed away and saw a smile spread across his face. He was just about to say something when I covered his mouth with mine, slid my tongue into his mouth. He did taste like cherries. He matched my intensity, this tongue tangling with mine. I moaned into his mouth, the pent up sexual energy from the night finally being released. My body was humming and I hadn't even touched him yet. We pulled apart gasping for air.
" You win." I nuzzled into his neck and started kissing it , working my way down, lightly biting his shoulder, as promised.I heard him groan.
"Fuuck, Sweetheart." He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slid it down my arms and threw it to the floor. He pushed me back onto the couch.
" Baby , pants, take off your pants." I demanded as I slid my own off, not wanting to waste any time. I wanted him, needed him right now.
He quickly took off his pants, his dick springing up, hard and ready. I bit my lip, I was ready.
" Eddie," I whined." Please fuck me."
" What do you want me to do baby? Say it again."
" I want you to fuck me. "
He carefully lowered himself down on top of me. He took my face in his hands and kissed me again softly then pulled away, kissed my neck, my chest , latched onto my breast, teasing my nipple with his tongue, then working his way over to the other. He was lingering, taking his time .It felt so good. I ran my fingernails lightly down his back. I felt him shiver.
I felt his hand in the inside of my thigh, spreading my legs wider." Your so wet,"
He slid the tip of his cock up and down my slit, practically making me whimper with need. " Are you ready?"
" I'm so ready baby please." I begged.
He lined himself up with my entrance the slowly slid himself in.
I moaned. I was so full, but in the most wonderful way. He slowly pulled out then buried himself into me again, this time further, making me gasp.
" You good?"
" So fucking good. Keep going baby, please."
" You feel so fucking good. You take it so fucking good." He picked up the pace. " My sweet girl, taking me in so well."
I arched my back , wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer. His head dipped down and he kissed me again. I wound my hands through his hair pulled. He moaned into my mouth.
He pumped harder and faster relentlessly and I could feel the wave of pleasure wash over me, hitting me hard. I cried out and a few moments after I felt Eddies body shudder, and he called out my name, I kissed his throat as he climaxed knowing that it would only intensify it for him. He collapsed on top of me and I held him close as we caught our breath.
" That was so worth it , even if I lost."
Eddie turned his head to look down at me." Neither one of us lost Darling, I would say we were both winners. " he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose, then lifted himself up on his elbows.
I smiled at him then gasped." Oh god Eddie , I left a mark on your neck! I'm so sorry!"
" A hickey? Really?" He laughed." Baby, it's fine."
" I'm sorry Ed's." I reached up and gently touched it with my finger.
" Really Sweetheart it's fine. I will wear it like a badge of honor. Besides, it is more important that I don't leave one on you, Lucy would never forgive me if she found a mark on her little girl."
" I think your shirt will cover it. I don't want the boys to see it. "
" You think that they will think of you differently if they see this little love bite? "
" Maybe? I want them to think of me as the funny smart girl, not the slutty girl that leaves hickeys on her boyfriends neck."
" They would never think that." He brushed a hair out of my face and kissed my lips. " I'm totally showing Harrington though."
I laughed. " Are you serious?"
" Yeah, but like casually. Like I'll pretend to scratch my neck and pull down my collar. He's going to be impressed."
" Your such a dork."
" But you love me."
" I do."
Eddie rolled off of me and helped me up. I ran off to the bathroom and came back wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants. He had gotten back into his tshirt and boxers.
" Your ass looks way better in those sweatpants than mine does. So round and full." He slapped my ass as I walked by.
" Sure , now you'll slap it." I plopped back down on the couch and got comfy." It's kind of funny how this whole thing started because you didn't want to watch Ghostbusters. But now that we got the sex part out of the way..."
" It's ghost and Bill Murray time, I know." He popped in the movie and pressed play, then he curled up next to me ,laying his head in my lap.
" I promise I won't nibble on your ear."
" I mean if you really want to.." he looked up at me and smiled. " Will you play with my hair though?"
" Of course lover boy. "
" Your the best. "
" It's the least I can do, I mean you did deliver on the shaky leg promise."
He laughed." A promise is a promise."
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Stranger Things Prompts Part 4
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Previous Prompt Lists: Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Masterlist
General
"To wake up everyday and do what you do. Expecting nothing in return. You didn't have to help them. You could have just walked away."
"On a lighter note, I think you need to brush up on your Latin."
"I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sure you'll find him soon."
"I have nothing left to say, I'm sorry I wish I knew what to say to make you happier about it. But I haven't got a clue."
"Death isn't the end. It's a new beginning for the next generation and the one after that one too."
Marianna and Kolya based prompts
"I understand if you no longer want to be friends. If it made you happier to do so. All you have to do is say it and I'll leave. We'll both leave."
"We did things no one else wanted to do. So we're used to the disappointment and the cruelty. It also means that you have to be."
"Understand that we do this so you don't have to. You have more to live for."
"God doesn't want me and the devil isn't finished." (Reddington line from The Blacklist)
"I have a better chance of getting in and out of there on my own. You lot, can stay out here and make sure you don't get yourselves killed." - Marianna to Eddie, Steve and the others.
"To see it's beauty, to must understand the fundamentals and to gorge yourself on the details. Consume as much as you can to become one with it." - Marianna talking about passion projects, etc.
"Latin is an old language that is considered to be deceased. I find it quite fascinating that it is. It's the main reason I learnt it in the first place, besides most of the Latin phrases are quite beautiful."
Angst
"You've ruined everything."
"You don't understand what you're missing until it's gone."
"Fine. Hand me the gun. I'll kill them myself."
"I guess my expectations were too high."
"You can't run forever."
"I'm starting to think you want to get yourself killed."
"What's the point of trying if it just proves that I'll never be good enough?"
"Giving up is the hardest thing I ever had to do."
"I hope you're happy with yourself."
"When will you take me seriously?"
"Death sounds pretty good right now."
"It wasn't a fucking accident and you know it."
Scenario
Person A brutally murdering their captor, only to return home and break down, realizing what they have done.
Person B throws up while Person A rubs their back and holds back their hair.
In a kingdom, Person B is the successor of the throne, but they fall in love with Person A who is a simple baker. Person B would rather live a simple life running the bakery with Person A than rule the kingdom.
Everyone around Person B and Person A know they have something going on, but they are completely oblivious.
Person A can tell that Person B is having a nightmare because they’re making weird noises/motions in their sleep so Person A wakes them up and asks if they’re okay.
Person A makes hot chocolate for Person B but when they hand them their mug, Person A drops it spilling the piping hot drink on Person B. Person A then helps Person B clean themself up and treat any burns they might have.
Person A and Person B were supposed to go out for a date but a snow storm hits and they get snowed in. Person A is really sad about it so Person B builds them a blanket fort so they can spend the evening snuggling and watching Christmas movies together.
Person B and Person A watching a horror movie and Person A is scared to sleep alone, so Person B keeps them awake all night, talking about whatever comes to mind.
A friend drawing on Person A and Person B's faces when they sleep. They wake up to see each other faces covered in silly doodles.
Person A and Person B go to a fair/amusement park and Person A wants to go on the roller coaster and Person B agrees. Later, Person B regrets their decision and ends up clinging onto Person A for dear life.
Person B hiding in a closet to jump out and surprise Person A, but Person A just keeps not going near the closet by chance.
Person A having pizzas delivered unaware that Person B has also ordered pizzas and both of them bursting into laughter when two pizza delivery people arrive at the door.
Person A, who is usually not the type to show negative emotion, breaks down in front of Person b.
Imagine Person A and Person B as secret santas.
Person A and B both frequent the same arcade and both have the same favorite arcade game. When Person A gets the new highscore Person B comes back the next weekend and tops that score. In a slightly childish back and forth they keep trying to beat each others highscores every weekend. When Person C comes in and tops both of their highscores by a huge margin they have to team up to beat Person C, together.
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Kat! how are you feeling? what are your thoughts on the way buck's heading? honestly i am pretty excited, I am hoping for a lot of angst (just because) while buck grows and learns that he deserves to have and set boundaries and that he doesn't only exist to serve other people etc (something something going through a paralel journey in therapy rn so! love to see it! go babygirl! realize your selfworth). and uh. lowkey highkey hope something happens to him in the mid-season finale lmao. ALSO. DID YOU SEE HEN! HANDLING THE CHAINSAW! IDK why but that was v nice to see. And the fact that hen can't keep still (relatable) and that buck went to her and they just decided to get blasted...love them so much. Also Bobby and the dog...just. people were saying how empty their house is and bobby saw the dog and went 'guess it's mine now' (which brings me to: didn't hen & fam have a dog way back? one she rescued from a collapsed building?). GOD AND EDDIE! Don't get me started! He's growing so much, and love to see that his father is actively working on himself and his bond with his son too!!! That whole scene with christopher had me ahw-ing all the way through, he's doing such a good job, i love love love that for him!!
ah anon!! i hadn't watched the episode yet when you sent this so i had to wait to reply—i'm still dealing with some truly obnoxious jetlag that's keeping me up late in italy so i just caught up on everything. don't worry you didn't spoil anything!! i spoiled myself on EVERYTHING last night as the ep was airing 😂
re:buck i'm waiting to see where this story goes. personally i don't really think it's gonna actually end up with him successfully donating his sperm and having a biological child out in the world. and honestly i'm just a little wary of this arc bc i personally hate tv's track record when talking about adoption/sperm donor's/surrogacy/etc. like...love the drunk scene! but if buck donates his sperm he is NOT a father walking away. sometimes i think tv gets really hung up on blood/biological relations and i find it Particularly Aggravating. (of course that doesn't mean that BUCK doesn't think or feel that way, and i'm totally okay with him struggling with those feelings—i just am wary of the story/writers/etc validating those feelings as correct™)
hen handling the whole call at the star was SO fucking good and impressive and hot and just. YEAH QUEEN, YOU'RE GREAT AT BEING CAPTAIN.
hen did bring a dog home that she rescued in the s2 earthquake, but tbh i don't know if we ever saw that dog again? we might've when denny was playing in the park but i can't remember.
eddie still looked so bummed after his final talk with chris and all i can say is—that man needs a boyfriend to occupy his time as chris gets more independence and buck is RIGHT THERE (speaking of, buck was DEFINITELY yearning while listening to connor and his wife talk about how they met and fell in love. he wants a partner so bad!!)
anyway, it was a VERY good episode. i'm looking fwd to when this buck donor plot is picked back up in e7 (when i'll be back in the states and can actually!! watch it live!!)
#ask#anonymous#911 spoilers#spoilers#i'm not gonna be able to watch 911 live for the next 2 weeks#also i can't believe today is only tuesday#i still have 2 full weeks before i'm back home
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‘Home To Hawkins’ By MoonFlowerWrites on WattPad :) An Eddie Munson Fan-Fiction Inspired By Stranger Things
A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the second chapter of my Eddie Munson fan-fic! I'll be posting a chapter for this every few days, so check for updates. :) This is kind of a strangers to friends to lovers story. There will be graphic smut and mature content in this story, so please stop reading if you're not 18+. Thanks for checking out my story and I hope you enjoy it!! xx
~ Abbey, the writer. :) <3 xx
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Word Count: 9,230 words :)
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I wasn't quite sure why Eddie was here again, since he was just in last night, but the stack of tapes in the younger kid's hands sort of gave me my answer.
They must have stayed up late watching them or something. I wasn't quite sure. I didn't have to wonder for long, since Eddie loudly gave me my answer.
"Good morning, ladies," Eddie said with a large, boisterous grin on his face. "Dustin here tanked our campaign last night and must now face his dire consequences."
Oh, Dustin is Henderson! I've heard Max talk about him a ton of times!
The kid, who I now knew to be Dustin, hung his head and morosely replied to Eddie, "it's not my fault. It's, it's- it was the dice!"
"Blame the dice all you want, Henderson," Eddie said with a demonic chuckle. "You will remain in the dungeon until we meet again..."
"You ready to return all of those already?" Robin asked as she crossed her arms. "You just rented them last night, Eds. There's no way you watched even half of these."
I laughed under my breath and grabbed the returns that I had gotten out from the box. We had already checked them back into the computer system and I wanted to get them back on the shelves.
Robin could certainly deal with Eddie and Dustin on her own. They were her friends, after all. I was still just getting to know them.
I put the movies back into their spots after a bit of searching. One was an action movie and the other was a kid's movie, both near the back end of the store. I started to make my way toward the backroom, needing the go over some paperwork, when Eddie stepped directly into my path.
He looked good today, dressed in almost the same outfit as yesterday. He had on dark grey jeans, his white sneakers, and his vest from yesterday but instead of his devil shirt, he was wearing a Motorhead t-shirt. His ornate rings glinted off of his hands as he ran his fingers through his long brown hair.
Fuck.. How is he so hot?
"Hey, Eddie," I said, trying to hide how nervous he made me. "Why are you back so soon? Our movies not good enough for you?"
"Mm," Eddie purred, leaning up against a display. "Well, you see, the kids were just so devasted after I crushed them last night. Basically cried themselves to sleep after they scarfed down their pity pizzas."
"You don't want to keep what they picked and watch them yourself?" I joked, knowing that their selections were far from what I believed Eddie's taste was.
"If I have to watch 'Fast Times' one more time and watch Sinclair and Wheeler ogle over the nude scenes one more the," he snapped, laughing. "No. No, I won't. I prefer something with a little more...substance." He raised his eyebrows and put his free hand on his hip.
Sinclair? Like Lucas Sinclair? Oh my God! That was totally Max's boyfriend yesterday and I didn't even realize...
Eddie continued, breaking me from my rambling thoughts, "so, you like Hawkins so far? Pretty riveting of a town, huh?"
"Yeah, it's fine. I'm from here, though. So I kind of knew what to expect," I answered. "It's not overly exciting but this place needed me. So, here I am."
I looked around the store, taking it all in. It still felt pretty strange to be the person in charge of this place. It didn't seem real yet.
"So, Robin said you own this place?" Eddie asked. "I don't mean to be so forward, well maybe I do, but how did you buy the video store?"
"I didnt," I answered, slightly fiddling with the rings on my hands. "It was in my family. It's a long story, but when my grandp-"
My response was gratefully interrupted by Robin coming up to us, "Eddie, let Violet get back to work, please. She has important things to do. Boss things." Robin winked at me and flashed me a quick, playful smile.
"Alright, alright. I'll grab Henderson and we'll be on our way," Eddie said, jokingly throwing his hands into the air. "He got those all checked back in right? I don't need him racking up my late fees again."
"Yeah, Munson, you're all set," Robin said as she and Eddie started walking toward the front of the store. "You know, I was a little harsh yesterday. 'Elm Street' isn't that bad. I just can't do scary movies. Not after..."
Robin's rambling voice trailed off when they were out of my earshot. Eddie flashed a look back at me before he left the store. I held his gaze for just a second more before I swung open the door to the manager's office.
I had so much paperwork to go through before Paul, the store's manager, got here today. Even with the long workday ahead of me, my thoughts kept circling back to Eddie.
Eddie... Eddie Munson... At least I know his name now... He plays it cool and then he gets worked up over his movie rental late fees... What is his deal?
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My second day at the video store was noticeably busier than my first. I spent the bulk of my morning reviewing sales records and reaching out to local theaters, looking for a partner for the store.
We had decent sales numbers on our own, but there was still room for improvement, especially if we wanted to remain open long-term. If we could team up with a local movie theater, we would be able to start doing our own, private movie screenings and events.
I would love nothing more than to host something like that. This town was begging for something new and fun to do.
Robin had graciously stayed in the main part of the store while I sorted things out in the back. I only heard the door chime a handful of times and I had told her to grab me if she needed help. She brought me some of her lunch to share and we sat together while we ate, but that was all I had really seen of her.
Keith had also gotten here a little while ago, maybe an hour or so. I introduced myself to him but would have to wait to get to know him better until after I was finished in the office.
After a while, I threw on the headphones to my Walkman and put in a Metallica cassette. I needed to zone out for the last hour until Paul got here. I had never done paperwork like this before and it was going to take some getting used to.
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While I was deeply focused on the September sales sheets, a hand rested itself on my shoulder. I shuddered at the sudden touch, ripped the headphones from my ears, and whipped right around.
I relaxed instantly when I saw that it was only Robin who'd touched me. She was now standing in the doorway with a man I didn't recognize right behind her. I stood up and followed her and the guy into the main part of the store.
"Hello. Violet Bradford, I presume," the man said as he held out his sweaty hand for me. "I'm Paul."
"Oh, yes. Paul. It's good to finally put a face to a name. Hello, nice to meet," I said cordially, as I shook his hand and rested my hand in my back pocket to slyly dry it off. "And yep, that's me."
"Well, Violet, think these belong to you," Paul said as he handed me a heavy set of keys on a Garfield keychain. "There's all the keys you'll need. That'll give you access to the cash register, the front and back doors, the safe, and the break room. Now, I hate to cut this short, but I can't stay for my shift today. Good luck to the both of you. I'm off to Miami." Paul chuckled and started to turn away from us but Robin stopped him.
"Miami?" Robin questioned. "What are you talking about, Paul? Since when are you going on vacation?"
"It's not a vacation, sweetheart," Paul rudely mocked.
I did not like the sudden shift in his energy, at all. Robin flashed me a side eye, apprehension apparent on her face over what Paul was going to say next.
He continued after a moment, "I'm moving down there. A new line of boutique hotels is opening up right on the beach and I've been offered a head management position there. Yeah, that's right little girls, I'm going to be running all of them. I'm sure I mentioned it to you."
"No, you sure didn't, Paul," Robin said, the volume of her voice elevating a little bit.
"You never said anything to me about this during our phone calls," I said, utterly confused at why he was abandoning the store with no notice. "What the hell?"
"Look, look kittens," he started, talking obnoxiously with his hands. "The gig here has been nice but to be quite honest with you both, I'm not going to be working under a female. And basically a kid, at that. Good luck here." Paul chuckled with a condescending smirk on his face.
"Fine, get the fuck out of my store then," I snapped at him, my patience having been drained after a long afternoon.
Keith came back to where we were standing and stood watching us, his mouth hanging open in shock as he watched me unleash on Paul.
I continued harshly, "and please, I hope the door hits your sweaty ass on the way out. Good luck in Miami, you scum bastard. Try to crawl back here, ever again, and I'll have your trash ass arrested. Get the fuck out, pig."
Paul scoffed, threw his hands up, and walked toward the door. He flung it open aggressively, mumbled cowardly expletives under his rancid breath, and stormed out, glaring back at me as he walked to his rusted silver sedan.
I walked out the door, stood with my arms crossed, and smiled at him as he left. I gave him a sarcastic wave as he pulled out of the parking lot and flipped him the bird with both hands.
God, I fucking hate misogynistic assholes like that... He was the store's head manager, though... FUCKING HELL! What are we going to do now?!
I marched back into the store, greeted by Robin and Keith's equally shocked faces. I get it, I did snap at Paul but I didn't mean to upset them in the process.
I didn't want to make a bad impression on them but guys like Paul royally pissed me off. I hated that I let him work me up like that, but I couldn't change my reaction now.
"What? Is there something in my hair?" I joked as I tousled my fingers in my waves and walked past them, taking a spot at the front counter.
"You didn't tell me she was insane, Robin," Keith loudly whispered.
"She's not, Keith," Robin retorted, standing up for me. "There's no room for assholes like Paul at Family Video. That was so hot, by the way... Well, I guess we don't have a store manager now but he was leaving anyways."
"He quit?" Keith asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Guess he's going to run some hotel chain in Miami," Robin said.
"Oh, yeah. My mom got one of those calls too," Keith laughed. "It's a phone scam. My mom looked up the address they gave her and it's for a junkyard near the swamps down there. Pretty sure it was on the news last week."
Robin and I burst out laughing when we realized that Paul had fallen for such a scam. In our brief interaction, I knew he deserved whatever he was getting when he got down to Florida. Once he inevitably came crawling back to Hawkins, there would be no place for him here.
It would be tough, going forward without a seasoned store manager in place, but we would just have to restructure a bit. We would make it, I was sure. There was a capable team still here. We didn't need an asshole like him dragging us down regardless.
"Sorry for all of that, by the way," I said before Keith went to filter out the new releases. "He just- Paul just really got me worked up and I kinda snapped. I hope you don't judge me too much based on that."
"No worries," Keith said with a slanted smile. "I hated the guy anyway. Always going on about how we should convert the store to adult-only movies and could never give a solid recommendation to anyone. His favorite movie is 'Rhinestone', if that tells you how much of a creep he is."
"Do you need help closing, Keith?" Robin asked. "Paul was supposed to stay with you but um, I doubt he's coming back to help you lock up..."
"I got it," Keith said. "I do it all the time. Just leave the register keys so I can make sure those stay locked up. Don't want pond-scum Paul to come back and try anything."
I laughed with Robin once more as Keith walked away. He was kind of monotone but he wasn't exactly as boring as Steve said. Okay, maybe he was, but I figured I was going to get along with him fine enough once I got to know him better.
That would have to wait for another time. My day here was almost up and there were a few things I still needed to do before leaving.
I figured that Max was in school, being that it was a Tuesday, so I looked up the Hawkins High phone number and dialed it. Hopefully, they would connect me to her and I could see what she was up to tonight.
Max wouldn't be able to come to see me at the store as I had originally thought, but I had forgotten all about the fact that she would be in school until after I was off. I hadn't been in school for about two years, so I had kind of forgotten about the timing of it all.
The phone rang and rang until a friendly woman's voice answered on the other line, "Hawkins High School, Go Tigers! This is Melissa, how can I help you today?"
"Hi, Melissa. How are you on this lovely Tuesday? I'm looking to speak to my daughter, Maxine Mayfield," I fibbed slightly, just wanting to make sure I had the best chance of reaching Max. "I need to remind her of her after-school activities and she ran out on me this morning before I could speak with her."
"I'm doing well. Thank you for asking, Mrs. Mayfield. Of course, no need to explain. I know how these kids can be," Melissa laughed casually on the other side of the phone, and I bit my tongue. I couldn't believe she had fallen for that.
She continued, "I'll get her teacher on the line and have them connect you to her. Just stay on your end and give me a moment."
"Perfect. Thank you so much and god bless," I said, choking back tears of laughter on my end.
Max is going to get a kick out of this later...
"Hello? Mom? Is everything okay?" Max's confused voice sounded over the phone after a couple minutes of me waiting.
"Everything's fine," I said. "Max, hi, it's Violet! I just wanted to make sure I could call you here, so I told the front desk I was your mom."
"Oh, no way! Hi!" Max said and I could practically feel her glowing through the phone. "How are you? Are you here yet?"
"Yep! I got into town yesterday," I said smiling. "What are you doing tonight? Can I see you?"
"I have to finish a project after school but we're all going to the arcade later. Me and my friends, that is," she answered. "Meet us there?"
"I will see you there! I haven't been there in forever," I said, looking over to Robin for approval. "Can my friend Robin come too?" Robin nodded, showing that she was down to come with me.
"Robin? Like Robin, Robin?" Max asked, her confusion seeping through the phone.
I was starting to realize that I knew more about these 'strangers', from my conversations with Max, than I had first realized. I wasn't going to let that get in my way of getting to know them. I didn't know too much about them after all, just some bits that Max had relayed to me.
"Yes! I'll explain everything when I see you," I said, remembering that Max knew that I was coming into town but didn't know the exact reason why.
I continued, "And Steve, too. We all had plans tonight. If that's okay with you?"
"Of course! I love Robin and Steve," Max said, softer than before. "Okay, well, my teacher is glaring at me and I need to get back to class. See you at 7! We're getting pizza there, so don't be late!"
"I won't be, Max," I promised. "We'll see you there."
"Bye, Violet," Max said before hanging up.
"Bye, Max," I said, returning the phone to its stand.
I leaned up against the counter and turned my attention back to Robin. She had been listening to my conversation but I wanted to fill her in on the details.
"So, Max said she's meeting her friends at the arcade at 7 for pizza and some games. You in for that?" I asked.
"Absolutely! I'm ready to kick your ass in some games," Robin said, maniacally rubbing her hands together.
"Well, I'm not sure how that's possible when I'm an absolute beast at Ms. Pac-Man and that's where I'll be all night but we'll see," I laughed, playfully raising my eyebrows at her. "Think Steve will want to come? I kind of just hijacked your plans."
Robin nodded, "he'll want to go. There are usually plenty of people our age that go and hang out while their younger siblings play. Any chance to hit on and flirt with girls, Steve is in for."
I smiled and nodded to myself for a second before turning my attention to the clock. It was just about to turn 3:30, meaning our day here was almost over. We just needed to tidy the store a little, vacuum the carpets, and I was going to clean the windows before heading out.
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The second the clock struck 4 pm, Robin and I clocked out, said our goodbyes to Keith, and got the hell out of there. I was grateful to have such a trustworthy team as my staff. That is, now that Paul was gone.
'Pond-Scum Paul'... Ha... Keith is funny...
I threw my bag into my back seat and hopped into the front. I handed my box full of cassettes to Robin and let her choose what she wanted to listen to.
"Cool car, by the way," Robin said as she buckled her seatbelt.
"Thank you, Robin. Pick something out for us," I said, beaming at her. "I'm sure it's not a long drive to Steve's but I need something good to drive to."
"Ooh, well, let's see," Robin said as she rifled through my unorganized box of cassettes.
It was just an old Doc Martens box that I kept tucked away in my backseat. I cycled out what was in there with the rest of my tapes at home, depending on what I was currently listening to or felt like I hadn't listened to in a while.
Robin grabbed out my single 'Blondie' cassette and popped it right in. She told me where to go as we drove to Steve's house. She said that he was just going to be home alone and should be there waiting for us.
"His parents work a lot and I think they're out of town right now," Robin said. "He doesn't talk about it much, but I can tell it bothers him and he likes having people over as much as possible. Turn left here."
I followed Robin's direction, trying my best to hear her over the loud music. She bopped her head along to the beat as we neared Steve's street.
"You don't think he'll have a girl over or something, do you?" I said, giggling a bit at the thought.
"Oh god, I hope not," Robin said, burying her face in her hands. "It wouldn't be the first time..."
She paused for a moment, recalling something, before continuing, "take this next right and then his house is the one with his car in the driveway. 7 down on the other side of the street. You can just park in the driveway next to him!"
I turned down Steve's street and started looking for his car. It was right where Robin said that it would be and I turned down the music as I parked next to the burgundy BMW.
I got out of the car, not before grabbing my tote bag, and followed Robin up to the front door. She didn't bother knocking and tried the knob instead. It opened upon her touch and she rolled her eyes as we stepped inside the threshold.
"Really, Steve? You don't lock your doors? After everything?" Robin yelled through the house.
"Shit! Robin?" Steve's voice rang out from up the stairs.
"Down here!" Robin called out.
I looked around at his house and was instantly impressed. It had tall, two-story ceilings and was decorated extremely nicely. It had a nice, modern feel with homey, traditional elements.
"I don't even have my hair done yet. I thought you needed a ride anyways," Steve said when he popped out at the top of the stairs, clad only with a towel, his hair sopping wet. "You didn't tell me she was coming, too!" Steve's eyes widened when he saw that I was also standing in his foyer.
"Hey there," I waved up at Steve, who was visibly blushing from being caught in only his towel.
"Um, hey guys," Steve said. "I'm gonna get dressed and I'll be right down. Robin, show her around the place, will ya?"
Robin nodded and grabbed for my arm. She led me through the large house, showing me all of the expansive rooms, eventually winding up in the backyard. We sat down at the patio table next to the pool and waited for Steve to come out.
Robin said he would probably want to smoke a bowl and that we should wait outside. I hadn't smoked in so long so I was excited to partake with them.
I assumed he was doing his hair and that was what was taking him so long. There was no way he didn't blow dry it every day, with a flow like that.
I didn't mind waiting, especially since it was so nice outside. With winter approaching, I wanted to soak up as much of the outside as I could.
After about 20 minutes or so of waiting, Steve finally came out of the sliding glass door. He was toting a red acrylic bong and a baggy full of some green herbs in his hands. I smiled at him as he made his way over to us.
Steve looked nice, even dressed casually. He had some crisp grey sweatpants on and a green crewneck sweatshirt with a navy polo layered underneath. He was wearing his Cortez's again. I liked his style, even though it wasn't what I gravitated toward.
"So, you knew I would be out at 4 and you were still in the shower?" Robin asked as Steve sat down.
"'Hi, Steve. How are you? Thank you for letting me come over. By the way, our new friend is driving me to your house, so make sure you're decent when we get there'," Steve mocked.
"Fair enough," Robin said, throwing her hands up as Steve started to load the bowl.
"You smoke?" Steve asked, looking toward me as his fingers busted up the sticky buds.
"I have before, yeah," I said. "It's been a little while though."
"Yeah, you're gonna have to drive us later, Steve," Robin laughed, leaning back in her seat as Steve took the first hit of the bowl. "This purple palm tree delight is going to knock her socks off."
He passed the bong to Robin on his left, blew out a cloud of smoke, and addressed her, "and where exactly are going? More plans you failed to fill me in on?"
"Max and everyone are going to the arcade later," I spoke up as I grabbed the acrylic bong from Robin.
I took a deep breath before lighting the hairy buds and deeply inhaling. I cleared the milky hit and held in the smoke until my lungs started to burn. I blew out a rather large cloud before passing the water-pipe back to Steve.
I continued, "and please don't blame Robin. I was the one who called Max and made the plans. It just kind of happened. You don't have to come if you don't want to, but we do want you there."
"No, I'm down to go," Steve said before he hit the still-cherried bowl. "Just need to change before we leave. What time are they getting there?"
"Max said 7," I answered.
"Alright, well, let's finish this and go inside for a few coffees before we leave. We need to wake those eyes of yours up," he lightly touched my knee as he looked at my undoubtedly red eyes. "I have some Visine too. You'll both need it."
Steve laughed as he looked over at Robin, whose eyes were just as red as mine must have been. We all started cracking up as the bud set in. Steve loaded one more bowl after we had burned the first one to white. We only smoked half of the second one before heading inside.
"Steve, you're one to talk," I said as I stood next to him in his large kitchen. "Your eyes are just as bloodshot as ours."
"Shiiit," Steve exclaimed as he looked into a reflective silver tea kettle on his stove.
Steve went over to the coffee pot, turned it on, and went to grab some eye drops from his bathroom. He popped some drops in his eyes when he got back and then handed the bottle to me. He stood incredibly close to me as I slipped the drops into my eyes.
I blinked out the drops, rode out the sting, and passed the bottle to Robin. I quickly put them in and took a seat at one of the leather stools next to the counter. I took a spot next to her and waited for our coffees to be done. The weed was smacking me and I needed the caffeine boost asap.
•••
After we each downed two cups of coffee, Robin and I had made ours mochas with some imported chocolate syrup that Steve's mom kept stocked, we were about ready to leave for the arcade. Steve just wanted to throw some jeans on before we left and then we'd be on our way.
I waited on the couch with Robin, and leaned up against her, while Steve got changed. Even though I was still pretty stoned, I felt safe being with Robin and Steve. It was surprising how quickly I connected to both of them but I wasn't fighting it.
"You almost ready?" Robin called out, standing up off the couch and stretching.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming down," Steve said. "Don't cream your jeans."
"God, you're gross," Robin scoffed as she grabbed her bag and walked toward the front door. "You coming, Violet?"
"Oh, yeah," I said as I popped up and slung my black tote bag over my shoulder. "Let's go!"
"Jesus, you two are going to be so obvious," Steve whined as he rolled his eyes and held the door open for us to leave. "Let's go, stoners."
•••
The drive to the arcade was relatively short and I was relieved that Steve had offered to drive. Well, Robin told him that he was but still. I was slightly sobering up but there was no way that I could drive just yet.
Robin had insisted that I ride in the front seat since she wanted to lie down in the back and I didn't fight her. Steve even let me pick the music for the ride there. He didn't have a wide selection but I settled on a Smiths album.
I'm going to have to give him some of my old tapes to play when I'm in here...
I had almost fallen asleep on the way but shook myself awake when we pulled into the arcade lot. It was busier than I expected it to be and I looked around at all of the people out front. Steve had said that a lot of people came here just to hang out but it was only a Tuesday and I just hadn't expected this.
Once he turned the engine off, Robin jumped up and started opening her car door. Steve walked around to my side of the car and opened my door for me. He held his hand out for me and I grabbed it, allowing him to help me out of the car.
"Thanks," I said, smiling up at him as he closed the door behind me.
He brushed some hair out of my face before replying, "it's no problem, Violet. Come on. Les go inside."
He smiled sweetly at me as we all made our way into the busy arcade. Everyone was staring at the three of us as we walked inside but I blew off the attention. Hawkins was a small town and everyone probably just didn't recognize me.
Steve held open the door for Robin and me and we walked into the arcade. It looked almost exactly the same as when I was a kid, aside from some of the newer games and the Surfer Boy pizza kitchen. Robin had said that their friend managed it but that he wasn't going to be on shift until later.
"Argyle's a huge stoner," Robin whispered to me. "If you need anything, hit him or Eddie up. They'll both be able to help you."
Steve went to the counter and ordered a couple of pizzas before the kids got here. We tried to throw in some cash but Steve insisted on paying. He grabbed us a few cans of Coke from the drink fridge and led us over to a table to wait for the pizza and the kids.
"Steve, please take this," I said, trying to push a $10 bill to him.
He refused, throwing his hands up, "your money is no good here. Sorry!"
"Whatever," I said as I stuffed the bill back into my leather wallet. "Well, I owe you one."
At this point, I couldn't help but notice all the stares hadn't stopped when we came inside. People also kept coming up to us and saying hi to Robin and Steve. I hadn't realized that they were so popular and all of the attention was slightly overwhelming.
After about twenty minutes of waiting, they called Steve's name, alerting us that our pizzas were ready. He had ordered us three pies. A pepperoni, cheese, and a Hawaiian pizza with jalapeños were on the menu for tonight.
I'm not so sure about the pineapple one but I may just be stoned enough to try it...
Just as Steve sat back down with the pizzas, Max and the group of kids I had seen in my store yesterday came barreling around the corner. Max's blue eyes lit up when she saw me sitting there. I hopped right up and ran straight over to her.
"Violet!" Max exclaimed as she jumped into my arms and wrapped herself around me.
"Oh my god, Max! Hi!" I said, trying to hold back tears. I hadn't seen her in person for a few years and I missed her so much.
I continued as I set her back down on the ground, resting my hands on the side of her face, "I missed you so much, cousin!"
"Me too," Max said as her emotions splayed across her face.
I could tell that it was hard on her, having to be apart because of our moms. All of that was going to change. I wasn't going to let their relationship get in the way of mine with my sweet cousin.
"Come on," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and leading her over to where Steve, Robin, and the others were waiting. "The pizza is ready and you need to eat some dinner."
"Oh, yum!" Max said. "Is Argyle here yet? He always makes the best pies."
"No, not yet," I answered. "Robin said he'd be in later but it still looks really good."
"Good. I forgot to grab a snack after school so I'm starving," Max said as we got closer to the table. "Okay, so I know you've met Robin and Steve, but have you met everyone yet?"
"I think so," I said as we sat down at the table, in between Robin and the boy I figured was Lucas. Max had said that he was on the basketball team and he was the only kid wearing Hawkins High spirit wear, so I knew it had to be him.
I continued after I grabbed a slice of pepperoni and a slice of the pineapple pizza, "Robin, Steve, and I work together. It's a long story. And then I met all of these guys yesterday at the video store." I smiled at the kids who were all staring, wide-eyed at me.
"Is this your cousin?" The boy who I assumed was Lucas asked Max.
"Yes, hi," I said, leaning around her and answering his question myself. "I'm Violet."
I turned my attention to the rest of the boys before speaking again, "sorry I didn't introduce myself yesterday. It was my first day back in town and to say it was overwhelming would be an understatement."
"S'okay," said the kid I knew as Dustin. "I'm Dustin, that's Mike, Will, and Lucas."
All of the kids waved at me and I returned the favor. They said they had another friend, a girl named El, that might be joining us later.
"Yeah, and don't forget about Eddie," the kid named Mike said as he shot me a look, between scarfing bites of pepperoni pizza.
Eddie...
I gulped upon hearing his name. The thought of him coming tonight honestly hadn't crossed my mind. I want to see him again though, so hopefully, he felt the same.
I finished the last few bites of my pizza and leaned back in my chair. The pineapple and jalapeño pizza was surprisingly delicious but the heartburn wave I was fighting wasn't as great. I decided to step outside for a minute while the kids started playing games and Steve and Robin cleared the table before joining them.
I grabbed Max and told her what I was doing, "I'll be back inside in a few minutes. I just need some air. Meet me over by the Ms. Pac-Man machine?"
Max eagerly nodded and ran to join her friends. I smiled to myself when I saw her throw her arms around her boyfriend and give him a little peck on his cheek. I was so happy for her that she had a good group of friends around her.
She deserves nothing but pure happiness...
•••
The cool, autumn air whipped against my face as I pushed open the door to the arcade. It wasn't as busy out here anymore, only a small crowd gathered near the door.
I was still pretty buzzed from the weed earlier. I just needed to breathe for a second and clear my head.
I leaned up against the window and rested my head back against it. I closed my eyes for a minute, just letting the high wash over me, and relaxed into it.
I was on my own for no longer than two minutes before I heard loud footsteps approaching and could tell that someone had leaned up on the window next to me. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at who was standing next to me.
I should have known it would be him...
"Hi Eddie," I said as I turned my gaze back to the parking lot.
"Waiting for me, I see?" Eddie said and I could practically hear the smug smirk on his face.
"Oh, for sure," I said, crossing my arms and lifting myself off the window, facing him. "Here to escort you inside to the VIP area."
"Well then, m'lady. If you insist," Eddie said as he stuck out his elbow, wanting me to grab it and walk with him.
I laughed off his gentlemanly gesture and walked toward the front door. He scampered behind me and rushed to grab the door. He held it open, flashing me that pretty smile of his, and I walked inside, giving in to him.
I tried to ignore them, but I could hear everyone out front talking... I was pretty sure they were talking about me.
That's her...
That's Harrington's girlfriend?
Who even is she?
That is her, I'm telling you...
He opened her door earlier and touched her face. I'm telling you, they're dating...
I love her outfit...
Why is she with the freak?
How is she with Steve?
That's her, dude...
My cheeks were flushed and I didn't want to acknowledge any of their comments but Eddie was going to let me off so easily. He grabbed my arm softly, gently stopping me from going any further than the lobby of the arcade, but certainly not forcing me to stay with him.
"You're dating Harrington?" Eddie asked, his arm still resting on mine, a frustrated look splashed on his face.
"No, no I'm not dating Steve," I said, sure that Eddie could hear my heart from how fast it was beating. I still felt high from earlier but it wasn't helping to calm me in this situation.
What is this shit Steve made me smoke? It's good, but damn, I need to smoke like half of this amount next time...
I continued, steadying my breathing as Eddie took his tense hand off of me, "I just met him yesterday. That's absurd."
"It's just- everyone outside was saying..." he trailed off, his gaze going to the door before turning back to me. "Sorry. I should know better than to make assumptions about people in this town."
"It's okay, Eddie," I said, flashing him a slant smile. "I guess I can forgive you."
I nudged him and walked over to Max, who I had seen playing on the DigDug machine since I'd walked in. I could feel Eddie's eyes on me as I walked away but I didn't turn around. He couldn't have the satisfaction of knowing how much I already thought about him.
"Hey kid," I said as I stood next to Max. "Pac-Man time?"
"Yes, ugh," Max said as she took her hands off the game. "I can't beat my high score on here. If I could just beat this one part..."
"Let's regroup over here and then we can come back to DigDug," I said as we walked over to the surprisingly empty Ms. Pac-Man machine. "I've never played that one either, so you'll have to show me all your tricks."
"I will after I beat you at this," Max said with a playfully evil grin as she gripped the controls, waiting for me to put some tokens in.
"In your dreams, cousin. In. Your. Dreams," I said, slowly putting my hands on my hips and glaring at her. "Go ahead. Show me what you got, little Mayfield."
•••
We had played Pac-Man for longer than I had planned. Almost an hour had passed and I was smoking Max. I had tried to let her top my score but I was creeping closer and closer to beating the top score on the whole machine. I was in the #3 stop and I couldn't stop at this point.
I need to win this machine... I own this bitch...
I kissed my last token for good luck and rolled it into the machine. Max was right by my side, cheering me on. I could hear a few of the others behind, joining in her cheers, but I was tuning them out. All I was focused on was winning.
After I thought I was about to fail, I came back and almost fainted when the 'High Score' screen started flashing. I could hear the small crowd behind me erupt and all start to grab at me. I was instantly brought back into the moment.
"Holy shit! Holy shit!" Dustin screamed as he tugged on my arm.
"She scored over 200,00! 200,00!" Mike exclaimed, shaking Will's shoulders.
"Nobody has ever scored more than 120!" Dustin said excitedly.
I turned my attention back to the game, needing to put my name into the winning slot. I was about to key in my name when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You could name it after me," Eddie said as he leaned up against the machine next to me.
"I think not," I said as I punched in my three-digit name.
V-I-O... Perfect...
I continued, "if you ever beat me, then you can add your own."
"That was cute, by the way," Eddie said, crossing his arms while I started blushing.
"What was, Eddie?" I asked, hoping that my makeup from this morning would still hide how crimson my cheeks had grown.
"Kissing the token before you played the round," Eddie said, leaning in closer to me. "You know, sometimes I do that to my dice when we're playing D&-"
He was cut off by Max pulling me away, toward a table where Robin and Steve were sitting, "leave my cousin alone, Eddie. She's not interested."
I shrugged back at Eddie and smiled his way while Max led me across the arcade. She knew how to get her way and I wasn't going to stop her.
Did Eddie just call me cute? Okay... Breathe... Relax...
Most of the group was sitting down at the table we'd eaten dinner at. Eddie, Lucas, and Will were still off playing games but everybody else looked like they were playing day to go home.
"Heard you kicked some ass at Ms. Pac-Man," Steve said as he tightly gripped my shoulders when I walked up and sat down in the chair in front of him. "So, you just think you can roll into this town and take over our video store and arcade all under 24-hours?"
"What is he talking about, Violet?" Max asked, confused by Steve's statement.
I patted the chair next to me, asking Max to sit down while I started speaking, "I meant to talk to you about that. Did your mom tell you that my grandparents passed away? My dad's parents?"
"Yeah, she told me," Max said, hanging her head a bit. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know what to say and you never mentioned it so I didn't want to bring it up."
"Max, it's okay," I said, resting my hand on her shaking knee, steadying it. "To be honest, it's not something I like talking about. It's still too fresh but- but um, when they passed, I found out that they still owned the video store. My parents were going to sell it but it went to me instead. So, that's how I met Robin and Steve."
"Oh, oh okay," Max said, nodding as she took it all in. "That makes a lot of sense now. I was so confused when you mentioned knowing them earlier."
"I was going to call you into the store today, too," I said. "Would you maybe want to pick up some shifts at the store? I can pay you well and we can hang out more that way."
"Are you serious? I'd love to! I just have to ask my mom but I'll sure she'll be all for it," Max said, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Does that mean you're staying here?"
"I think so," I answered and as soon as I did, Max wrapped her arms tightly around me. I held her back as I heard Steve start to round everyone up.
The other kids and Eddie joined our group as Steve was handing out the extra pizza to whoever wanted it. Lucas went over and hugged Max goodbye and I could tell she wanted to kiss him but didn't want to in front of everyone.
She's so cute...
"Alright, Stevie boy," Eddie said as he walked over to Steve.
I couldn't help but notice how different the two of them were, yet how similar they seemed. Steve was Ralph Lauren and Eddie was a Metallica merch tent. Based on all of the whispers and stares from earlier, Steve was the more sought-after option in this town but there was something about Eddie.
Don't get me wrong, Steve was hot. Like hot, hot. Eddie just- Eddie was just so beautiful and he had something deeply soulful about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I wanted to get to know more about him if he'd let me.
Eddie continued, breaking my thoughts and annoying me all at the same time, "so, you're taking your girlfriend, and Robin, and Mayfield home?"
"What are you talking about, Munson? My girlfriend?" Steve asked, blushing a little when he looked at me and shook his head in confusion.
"Apparently, we're dating," I said, shrugging my shoulders and crossing my arms.
The kids all erupted in questions.
You're dating Steve?!
My cousin? Really, Steve?
You just met her...
I thought she was with Eddie...
How are you already dating her?
She's too cool for you, Steve...
"Woah, Woah. Slow down," Steve said, frazzled. "What is going on?"
"Violet here was kindly waiting for me outside earlier. When she finally dragged me inside, we heard everyone out there talking about it," Eddie teased, staring dead into my eyes, trying his hardest to wind me up.
"It was just a bunch of gossip, Steve," I said, walking over to Steve and Robin. "But let's go or we'll be late for our date."
I winked at Steve, grabbed his hand in mine, and started walking toward the front door. This time I let the stares fuel me. It felt good to be seen.
I felt like I was finally with the group of people I was looking for. They had welcomed me into their strange, close little family and I felt like I was glowing from their good energy.
Max and Robin followed close behind as we made our way out to Steve's car. Steve was just going to take Max back to his place with us and then I was going to take her home from there. I was sober now and felt safe driving once we got back to Steve's.
I caught Eddie staring at me from next to his van as I slipped into the front seat of Steve's car. I lifted my hand to wave but he didn't wave back. I turned my gaze away from him and closed the passenger door closed behind me.
That's insane... Steve is cute but he couldn't be further from my type... Eddie has to know that... Steve's the kind of guy that I should like, that you're supposed to like... My mom would love him but Eddie... I hope I didn't fuck things up...
I didn't know too much about Eddie, just some things that Max had let slip. She didn't like talking much about what happened in the Upside Down, or whatever they called it, but I knew that Eddie had to carry some of the same traumas.
I don't want to hurt him...
•••
Max and I sat in her driveway for a while when I was dropping her off. It was a school night for her, so she really needed to get inside, but we both didn't want to leave each other.
"Well, I'm busy after school tomorrow but I'm free on Thursday," Max said when we were trying to make plans to see each other next. "I'm sure you're going to Steve's party on Saturday, so maybe I can see you on Sunday, too? Steve doesn't let us come to parties yet." She rolled her eyes, thinking about Steve's mature rules, while she waited for my response.
"Sounds like a plan, to me!" I answered. "I can come over here on Thursday and then maybe we can go to the diner on Sunday for dinner. My treat!"
"Okay! And I'll ask my mom about the job thing when she's home tomorrow," she said with a smile.
"She's still working nights?" I asked, unsure of what she was currently doing for work.
"Yeah. She picks up a lot of shifts nowadays, too," Max said as she reached for the door handle to get out. "Well, I'll see you on Thursday, Violet. I'm glad you're back."
"Me too," I said, beaming at her. "I'm here for you, Max. Whenever you need something or someone, call me. I'm at the hotel on the edge of town. Room 202. I'll give you the number when I see you on Thursday. I can't remember it right now. I love you. Get a good night's sleep and have a good day at school tomorrow."
"Thank you, cousin," Max said as she stood in the doorframe of the car. "That means more to me than you even know. I love you, too! Goodnight!"
I waved to her as she shut the door and she walked up to the front door of her trailer. I waited for her to get safely inside before I pulled away.
•••
I was driving down the last street in the trailer park when I was forced to slam on my breaks. A deer with glowing red eyes jumped out in front of my car, stared at me for a moment, and then took off into the woods.
I put the car into park and jumped out, trying to see where it went but it was too dark. There were only a few street lamps close to me but not where the deer had run.
I'm sure it was just my headlights in its eyes but what the fuck was that thing?
My thoughts were interrupted and I was startled once more when I heard someone call my name through the darkness. I looked around until I saw a figure come into the light of the street lamp.
"Violet?" The voice asked and I realized it was Eddie once I could his face lit up by the overhead light.
"Eddie?" I said, equally as confused as he appeared to be. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? I live here," he asked, crossing his arms and looking past me at my car. "What are you doing, slamming on your brakes like that?"
"There was this-" I started but was unsure of exactly how to describe what I had seen. "There was a deer in the road. I just wanted to make sure I didn't hit it. I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll get heading home. Goodni-"
Eddie cut me off, throwing his hands up, "it's fine. You're fine, Violet. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry. Do you... Do you want to come in for a beer or a bowl or something?"
"Just assuming I drink, Eddie?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Here's hoping," Eddie laughed, jokingly crossing his ringed fingers.
"Okay, sure," I said. "Which one is yours? I should probably move my car out of the middle of the road."
"I'll show you," Eddie said, holding his hand out. "Your keys, please."
"Eddie, what?" I asked, confused by his request. "I can drive my own car."
"You may be in shock from almost hitting that deer. I insist. Allow me," he lowered himself into a bow and held his hand out even further.
I relented and tossed my keys his way. They landed on the ground right in front of him and he scrambled to grab them and open my passenger-side car door before I reached it.
"Here you are," Eddie said as he held my door open for me.
He ran around the front of the car, stopping in the high-beams for a moment, and winking at me before he jumped into the driver's seat.
"Let's see what you're listening to," he said as he turned the car on and my radio up.
"Oh, well, this was Robin's selection from earlier today," I said as the Blondie tape started playing once more. Max and I had never turned any music on earlier, as we were lost in our conversation.
"Not a Blondie fan?" Eddie said as he started our short drive to his trailer.
I can't believe he's driving my car right now...
"They're okay. I'm more into Fleetwood Mac or more hardcore bands," I answered. "Here, this is what I've been listening to lately."
I warily handed my box of cassettes to Eddie as he threw my car into park. We had only been two trailers away from his. We could have just pushed the car here in a shorter amount of time. Eddie eagerly grabbed the box from me and started looking through it.
"No way, no way you listen to this," Eddie said as he pulled out my Metallica and Iron Maiden tapes. "Nobody in this goddamn town ever listens to good music."
"Not until now," I said with a bashful smile. "I did just get here."
"That you did," Eddie said with a smile as he handed back the box of cassettes. "Come on. Let's get inside. I heard there's wild deer running around these parts. Be careful."
Eddie laughed as he got out of the car and raced to open mine. I stayed sitting and let him grab it. I would have usually been annoyed at a guy acting like this but it didn't seem to be put on. Eddie was just sweet and gentlemanly without being pretentious about it.
I followed Eddie up to the door and was greeted by the smell of cigarettes and beer before the door even opened. He swung it open and held it for me as I stepped inside.
Oh my god... What am I doing? What if Max saw me walk in here? I can't believe I'm in Eddie's place right now... God, I have to work early tomorrow... I can't be here long...
"Alright, pick your poison m'lady," Eddie said as he returned with an armful of goodies.
As he laid a few beers, some joints, a bong, and a bottle of vodka on the table I didn't think I'd be going home any time soon.
Oh god, what am I getting myself into...
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