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bluejeanbaby · 11 months

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open to: eddie munsons only sorrz

plot: chrissy calls eddie at three in the morning to pick her up, she wants to runaway.

“Thank you for picking me up,” Chrissy whispered awkwardly, still avoiding eye contact with Eddie. They didn’t know each other well, but she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Safe with him. She twiddled with her fingers nervously. “I just didn’t know who else to call, you know. I couldn’t stay home. I didn’t want to see Jason I just...wanted to be here.” she said, motioning to the interior of his van. “Is that weird?”

#stranger things rp #stranger things starter #rp starter #eddie munson starter #eddie munson rp #i have no idea how to tag this but hehe

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xxbottlecapx · 1 month

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Fic idea where Steve starts baking as a hobby and Eddie gets overwhelmingly jealous of Steve's sourdough starter because it keeps getting in the way of him and Steve hanging out.

Eddie wants Steve to come over and watch a movie? No, Steve has to feed his starter at a certain time so he's gotta head home,

maybe Steve even gives it a name like some people do and treats it like a pet. Maybe one time Steve brings the starter to a function as his plus one and Eddie is positively seething. Just a full fic of Eddie having beef with Steve's sourdough starter, convinced its alive and trying to stop Eddie from getting laid.

At least the bread always tastes great,though...

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #steveddie #eddie x steve #stranger things s4 #sourdough starter #fic ideas #ficrec

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sky-neverending · 4 months

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@steddiemas Day 16: Angst Themed Sentence Starters

Just leave already. You obviously don’t want to be here.

Tags: Established Relationship, Ficlet, Angst, Angst with a happy ending, Steve Harrington needs a hug, Good Boyfriend Eddie Munson

WC: 655 | Rating: Teen

“Just leave already. You obviously don’t want to be here.”

Those are the last words Steve said to Eddie on Christmas Eve. Two sentences, two small sentences that hurt more than any injury either of them had endured over their lives.

“Fine,” Eddie had grumbled, grabbing his bag from the living room couch. “If that’s what you want, I'll go.” And then he had left, slamming the front door behind him at exactly 6:35 P.M.

The argument that led up to him leaving was beyond stupid. It was silly, the way that one meaningless comment had caught in Steve’s already panic riddled mind.

“This is my first Christmas Eve in forever without Wayne,” he said as the two snuggled up on the couch. “After I moved in, he always promised to be home before midnight. I think he wanted me to know he was there, no matter what.” His voice was soft, distant.

It made Steve tense. “You don’t have to be here.”

Eddie had twisted his neck to look at him. “What?”

“You don’t have to be here,” Steve repeated. “It obviously means a lot to you to spend it with him, so you can go home if you want.”

“Why would I want that?” Eddie sat up. “I said I was spending it with you, Stevie.”

“Yeah well,” Steve paused. There was a tension growing in the air, and out of pure panic that Eddie didn’t want to be there, he kept pushing. “It’s not like I'm used to having anyone here on holidays anyway. So go hang out with Wayne.”

Eddie was standing now, fidgeting with his hands. “I don’t want to go hang out with Wanye! I want to be here with you!”

“You obviously don’t,” Steve muttered under his breath, standing as well.

“What?” Eddie asked. He sounded like all the air in his lungs had been knocked out of him. “Steve, why would you think-”

And Steve lost it. He didn’t want to look up at Eddie, didn’t want to see the face of someone he was about to push away because of his own childish worries. “Just leave already. You obviously don’t want to be here.”

Silence filled the space around them. “Fine,” Eddie muttered, and then he was gone.

As soon as the engine of Eddie’s van roared to life, Steve broke. He fell back down onto the couch, hands in his hair as sobs ripped through his chest. He had just driven one of the most important people in his life away. All because he couldn’t accept that maybe, just maybe, someone wanted to be with him for once.

He thought back to his parents. To the empty halls on Christmas, to the dark windows of the Harrington house, the only one on the street without a tree. His parents were never there to get one, to take care of one. Never there to take care of him either. Never there. Why would anyone else want to be there? Obviously he was worthless, unlovable, pathetic. No one would or should ever care about him. It was impossible.

The front door clattered back open, and Steve jumped. The collar of his sweater was soaked with tears.

“Steve,” said Eddie sadly. “Steve, fuck. I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve’s response came out through broken cries. “Go away.”

“No.” Eddie walked toward him and wrapped him in his arms. “I love you, Steve Harrington. And just because you think you aren’t worthy of love, doesn’t change the fact that I do.”

Steve said nothing. He just sobbed, sobbed into Eddie’s vest as the other man ran fingers through his hair. After a little while, he finally spoke up.

“I’ve ruined everything,” he mumbled. “I’ve made it all a mess.”

“Nah,” was Eddie’s response. “I think it’s perfect just the way it is. You wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I have you. And I'm not planning on going anywhere.”

#sky writes #steddiemas #sentence starter saturday #angst themed sentence starters #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst #angst with a happy ending #look guys i wrote for once #steddie fic #steddie ficlet

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eddieismissing · 2 years

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fangs. part one. return from the upside down. // steddie x reader

part two. || part three. || part four.

plot: eddie wasn’t dead. he could never leave his girl to face the world without him, he would do anything to make sure you were okay … even if he was a little bit different.

pairing: steddie x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5.8k

warnings : 18+, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, vampire!eddie, kaz!eddie, dark content, this part is just story building, angst, fluff, eventual smut (pt2), rough sex, p in v, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, masterbation, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, slapping, hair pulling, cum in v, croptop!steve, daddy!steve, cuck!steve oversharing, spanking, biting. slight cnc. established consent. poly relationship.

a/n: this chapter is mostly slow burn & plot to define my headcanons and the steddie dynamic!! im happy with how it came out :) enjoy.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work. minors do not read. eighteen plus only. please be kind and reblog or comment if you enjoyed.

eddie’s light headed but he slowly comes to. steve was the last person he remembers having a conversation with. he yells out his name.

‘s— s-steve!!! fucking hell…’ he gasped and grabbed his sides.

his shirt was damp. lifting his hand closer to his face, eddie’s eyes grew wide staring at his hand covered in blood. there was so much of it. he looked down at himself to somehow better understand the damage. his hellfire shirt he would always let you borrow was ruined. torn to almost shreds, drenched in blood, and covered in dirt stains from the upside down. he froze. the upside down. he was still in this awful place. alone.

steve was sat in his room holding his phone. contemplating a phone call. he trembled while taking a few deep breaths. remembering the events that had taken place just a few days ago. steve had lost his best friend. tears pooled in his eyes. anxiety riddled his chest. he couldn’t imagine what you were going though. he diverted his gaze to his office chair that sat in his room next to his desk. avoiding the tears that were close to falling down his cheeks. eddie’s DIO vest was sat on the back of the chair. he had given it to steve after he sustained a few injuries to his sides. well, and eddie wasn’t really here to take it back either. steve finally pushed the dial button listening to the ringing tone in his ear.

‘please don’t be mad at me…’ he worried.

the phone rang suddenly. you jumped out of your skin as you reached for it knowing damn well that no one should be calling you after ten. especially while you were dealing with the loss of your boyfriend. your precious boy. he was gone. tears grew around the corners of your eyes again as you were reminded. grief overtook your existence now. every waking moment. you sniffled and cleared your throat to pick up the phone. your voice was more hoarse than you expected. like you had just overcome a head cold.

‘hello??’ the line was quiet on the other end.

‘h-hello?’ you stuttered.

you gripped the line of the phone thinking one of those basketball mouthbreathers were playing another sick prank on you.

‘hey…’ the voice was familiar this time.

steve spoke on the other line, what came next was fast and jumbled. it was a trait he developed himself while hanging out with robin in his downtime.

‘i am so sorry to call you so late, i know, but I just really needed to reach out to you and make sure you’re okay. something feels off, i know you’re still dealing with stuff. i’m still dealing with stuff too! i just know eddie would’ve wanted me to make sure you’re taken care of. he asked me before he..’

a pause. neither of you meddled on it. ignoring steve’s comment to the best of your ability.

‘… just understand. i made it out of the upside down to take care of you.’

another pause. this one was much more awkward.

‘… for eddie of course. for him.’ he finally finished.

steve takes a deep breath. hoping that he didn’t confess anything to serious or make things awkward. you were so important to him. he wont admit it —ego was to frail to take a blow like that— but he was really glad you pick up his call. before he could form anymore coherent thoughts you started to laugh. roaring laughter sounded from the other end of his line. really, you were a mess of emotion. what steve confessed stuck out to you. you’ve been unable to deal with your grief by yourself. they were right to look after you. eddie was right to send steve to your rescue. how did he do it? somehow your sweet and selfless freak was still checking up on you. even from the after life. tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you chuckled.

‘steve, thank you.’ was all you could manage.

you both paused. not sure what to say next. it remained quiet on both ends for a bit. both of you were lost in thought about memories the two of you shared with eddie, and eachother. the three of you had grown quite close as you took on new adventures with the kids and the rest of the teens. that’s precisely why you were in this situation. you tried not to point the blame at anyone or get lost in your head. instead you spoke softly to steve,

‘i know how close you were becoming with eddie.’ your voice was drained.

this you knew was true. steve and eddie had always hated each other throughout highschool. just two weeks ago before you found yourself wrapped up in this ‘cult of vecna’ shit. eddies opinion on steve woulve been harsh. now? you’d definitely like to hear what eddie had to say about the ‘king of hawkins high’ himself. you both started hanging out with nancy, robin, a fun group of kids steve babysat, and steve more frequently. this made you all grow closer, quite fast. maybe that changed eddie’s opinion. that was something you knew you’d never have the answer for. before the week that changed your lives occurred, the metalhead often went on tangents telling you how much of an ass steve seemed to be. he had rich parents, was a snob, and could have anyone he pleased. you thought maybe eddie was jealous of steve, but really why would he be. you. his most prized possession. you were eddie’s girl. steve could admit he was always envious of this fact, but in this new blooming friendship mixed with the feelings he had previously had for you, a feeling filled his chest with warmth. steve couldn’t tell who he was more envious of. was it eddie? or was it you? he always shook it off. decided he was just lovesick and wanted to experience the puppy love you both shared. yeah, he was dealing with a lot himself. steve bit his finger to keep it from dancing across his lips as you spoke.

‘he was always so jealous of you, steve. he didn’t mean it though … id hope, for your sake.’ you let out a small giggle to hide the crack in your voice.

‘..im so glad you were there with him in his last moments.’ you said.

he winced before sighing deeply. remembering eddie passing in his arms. steve was the only one who went to check on eddie when he didn’t come back through to the overworld. yeah, they had a love hate relationship, but steve really was closer with eddie. they were trauma bonded after all. small talk often slipped into full extravagant conversations as your group of friends took over hawkins. they figured if they had the same taste in women, maybe they had more things in common too. they were inseparable almost immediately. when eddie went missing, something in steve snapped. he traversed the upside down alone looking for the cowardly man. steve hoped to find him in one piece, but sadly he faced the worst. he rushed to aid eddie in anyway he could. holding him in his arms. steve knew that eddie was a main source of happiness for you, and he understood now. eddie wasn’t what he seemed. he was a bubbly ray of sunshine. sure, he definitely looked like a mean biker that would walk into a bar and pick a fight with the biggest guy he could find. that aside, he really was just navigating the game of life as best he could. he possessed wild, loving, kind, and heartfelt emotions. they shared stories, and steve watched how you kissed eddie’s cheeks, or held his sides when you tugged on him wanting attention. steve loved watching the two of you shamelessly grope each other. it was a guilty pleasure for him. he wanted nothing more than to reunite the two of you. sadly, that would never happen. his lights flickered again as he thought back to the traumatic situation. he spoke over the phone in a sadder tone now,

‘yeah, of course. he was a good guy. just let me know if you need something. please. i’m always here.’ he assured.

you went to thank him and talk more about the love you shared for the sweet boy you both adored, but the dial tone sounded in your ear. the conversation seemed to be cut short as the line died.

‘steve? hello?’ *silence*

nothing. you spoke but no one answered. a soft hum from the empty line filled the speaker. you shook your anxiety away as you closed your eyes. laying the phone on your chest you took a deep breathe. the rest of the strength you possessed was used when you put the phone back on the bedside table next to your favorite stuffed bear. one eye, and a cute white shirt on. you rolled back over into bed you looked down at your necklace and held the charm in your palm. it was your favorite locket. you opened it to view the photo inside. it was a photo of eddie that you had taken when he was sat on your bed after he climbed through the window on evening. pure eddie fashion. you kissed the photo goodnight and went to bed. a deep, stressful sigh filled your lungs. nervousness grew in your chest thinking back to the phone call. why did he hangup so suddenly? you avoided the unease and rolled over to get comfortable. steve would be okay. surely. he always was.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

steve had a dumb look on his face as he heard the dial tone loudly in his right ear. his lights still flickering as he sat the phone down. he looked even more confused as he realized the lights illuminating his stripped walls were flashing on and off in some sort of pattern. he had seen one of the kids do it before.

‘...maybe it was henderson…? no, no, it was definitely sinclair…?’

the clueless boy he spoke out loud. he whispered to himself often. it made him feel less crazy. he also thought it helped him think better. standing up now off his bed he studied the lights.

‘S.O.S.’

still not understanding he focused his eyes on the lights and tapped his fingers against his tight jeans, he mocked the pattern.

‘eddie’ he spoke with determination.

his dark eye’s were glowing from the light that bounced off the lamp shade. steve remembered eddie mentioning to nancy how he knew only ‘S.O.S.’ in morse code. nancy just scoffing and staring at him in pure judgment. steve thinks back to the memory.

‘that counts, right?’ eddie said with uncertainty.

those were some of eddie’s last words. if only they knew. maybe the group could’ve done something different? steve still thought his little knowledge he had on the subject was cool. the lights continued to flicker. steve jumped off his feet. still in his pjs. he rushed around his rooms looking for his key items. he threw a yellow sweatshirt over his old crop top he wore to sleep, and threw on his pants. grabbing his keys, a flashlight, his bat, steve threw open his bedroom door. walking swiftly out of his room before turning and grabbing one last thing. he picked up the cloth that laid on the chair next to his desk. eddie’s battle vest. with determination filling his chest. he sighed and spoke to himself,

‘this better be you, man.’ he ran out of the room.

steve jumped in his car and headed towards the forest that surrounded his friends old trailer, the last place he had seen his friend.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

eddie carelessly walked around the upside down, fearing nothing. the large trees danced over him, threatening him with their presence. his nerves caused him to drift off his path he had followed for the past hour. he walked down a street that seemed familiar now, accidentally stumbling upon harrington’s house.

‘ah, shit.’ he giggled.

he thought back to all the times he wasn’t invited to the parties steve would host because he was the school ‘freak.’ the memories were bitter sweet. after all, steve harrington was the first person to ever call eddie his infamous nickname. now it didn’t really matter. they were more mature. eddie saw steve in a different light. however, to say it didn’t sting was unreasonable. in eddie’s defense, he was really trying to look past all those times in highschool the ‘king’ had shoved him into his locker, made a snarky comment about his interest, took his lunch, or even tried to get with his crush. he was totally trying to see steve in a different light. ‘freak’ still hurt, but eddie learned to love it. that nickname slowly manifested into something more. it turned him into who he was today. sometimes, he would even ask you to moan it back into his mouth as he kissed you. wish steve knew that.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

eddie gets lost in another thought thinking of you. god, he really fucking missed you. two days without you and he couldn’t get you out of his head. he remembers a time during his first senior year. eddie watched you from the street in his van. steve threw a pool party every year and made sure you were on the guestlist. always. just to piss him off. he was sure of it. this one was to celebrate graduation. you were a junior but steve adored you so of course you and a few other junior girls were invited. it didn’t matter that eddie wasn’t graduating, he was glad he got held back so he had more time with you. he felt jealousy bubble up in his chest instantly. watching steve snake his arms around your waist in that tiny swimsuit was torture. he tried to pull his eyes away, honestly. but he was totally entranced by you. he watched steve hold you down before forcing you into the ice cold pool. you were playing in that dipshits pool.

‘oh jesus h christ’ eddie mumbled from the safety of his van.

you were such a flirt with all the guests. eddie was lost in his daydream. you had no idea what you were doing to him. you had no idea that eddie was watching you. your body looked amazing in that skimpy black swimsuit. it was a little too small since you hadn’t bought one since sophomore year. the two boys devoured you with their eyes. eddie cursed steve for being the one was able to gaze at you up close.

if eddie were in his shoes he would’ve made up some excuse to be a pervert. he even would’ve accidentally pulled the top string of your top so you would have to grab your chest and complain about needing a helping hand to tie it back. water dripped down your body as you wrapped yourself in a towel. eddie knew you were inexperienced, and a little careless around men. not knowing fully what they were thinking or even capable of. that drove him even crazier. drove steve crazy too. they both watched you, eddie a couple yards away and steve a few feet. eddie’s chest got hot and tight while watching harrington adjust his pants as you walked up to him sitting in a lawn chair.

‘i think im gonna head out, stevie.’ you said.

‘oh princess! leaving so soon? c’mon we could have another drink?’ he pointed to his cooler.

steve grabbed another beer before biting the can with his teeth. he shotgunned the can. hoping to impress you. a giggle left your throat and he smiled lighting a cigarette for his succession. eddie rolled his eyes. you continued to say your goodbyes to steve and went inside. leaving eddie’s sight. you went to gather your clothes so you could change out of your wet clothes and into something more comfortable. eddie started his van up knowing you would soon be walking out of the front door. steve’s big fancy entryway being hard to miss from where he was parked. he wanted to make sure you, of all people, didn't think he was some loser. watching you was maybe freak behavior but he loved you. obsessed with you since freshman year when you passed a note to him mentioning how you supported his efforts in starting a club. hellfire. which, for a fact, was doing very well. secondly. this meant that he liked you longer than stupid dipshit harrington. yet, he knew that if you caught him it would take even more effort to make you his. because why would someone as pretty and sweet as you ever really like the freak? especially when steve, your perfect boy next door, was begging for your attention any chance he got.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

eddie walked through the woods around steves house while thinking of you. completely lost in thought. he was woken up from his day dream as he bit his lip. a sharp pain. something wet and warm was dripping down his chin. blood. he moved his hand up to his lip he had just bit and realized he must’ve pierced himself with his teeth,

‘that’s strange.’ he mumbled.

he stuck his tongue against his pearls realizing they were sharper than before. as eddie was investigating his own mouth he heard a twig snap behind him. he wasn’t fearful or scared of the upside down anymore, he felt comfortable. however, this didn’t change his cowardly personality. hearing the sudden noise he decided to head towards steve’s house.

the upside down made steve’s house look different. it was gross, colorless, and slimy. it’s appearance was somehow more revolting to him now than when he would drive past steve’s block before school. he opened the door and proceeded to walk up the stairs to find steve’s room. deciding he was going to snoop around in his new friend’s room while he had the chance. he dug through drawers, looked under his bed, through his desk and went through his closet only finding a few things that sparked his interest. condoms, cute crop tops steve must’ve worn to bed, a tasteful but not kinky playboy mag, and an abba cassette tape. eddie groans at the thought of steve being vanilla and gentle with his girls. is that's why steve never had a chance with you? eddie thought to himself. if he had the chance, he wanted to exchange sex stories with steve. eddie huffed at the thought. maybe steve could teach him a few things? doubt it. sprawling out on steve’s bed. eddie always wanted to take you in front of steve. would he want to watch? he stared at the wall and got lost in his dirty thoughts. eddie’s eyes grew sore from looking at steve’s ugly stripped wallpaper. he picked up the playboy magazine that was in his possession. he turned the pages, some stuck together.

‘gross harrington, couldn't even grab a tissue?’ he said to himself.

he found a model that resembled you covered in traces of steve. eddie chuckled realizing he must’ve frequented this page. his urge to tell steve about his sex stories with you increased. oversharing was one of eddie’s favorite things to do. it brought him comfort. the idea of sharing dirty stories with steve fueled him. watching steve be jealous while he adjusted his pants. that was a serious slice of karma. the thought made eddie’s cock stiffen against his tight black ripped jeans. eddie kept his composure, but he could admit he was hungry for you. to him, it felt like he hadn’t had the chance to use you for years. he took his time looking at the girls in the magazine. wishing he had kept an old polarid of your naked body in a revealing pose in his wallet. he’d remind you to strip down so he could take one for him when you reunited. that’s if, he ever sees you again. he shook those negative thoughts out of his head. getting bored very quickly, and threw the mag somewhere into the room. it hit the lamp that was next to steve’s desk. eddie looked curiously at the lamp. he remembered the time that henderson, one of his hellfire members, mentioned the story of will byers. dustin explained over and over how eddie would’ve loved will. he was a kid at heart and still loved playing D&D as often as they could. he moved to california, for different reasons. dustin explained further,

‘will was so smart, he thinks on his feet! he totally learned how to communicate in the upside down with lights to get his mom's attention!’ he said.

eddie moved closer to the lamp and began turning it on and off again.

‘S.O.S.’

this continued for a few more minutes before eddie decided to walk back to his trailer. he knew that if his message got through to steve that he would be headed there next.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

fingers tensed as steve gripped his steering wheel. he was looking at eddie’s porch. his headlights were illuminating the door and side of eddie’s trailer. inside his head he tried to keep his composure. terrified of what may be lurking inside the now abandoned trailer. taking a deep breath, steve turned off his car. shook out his nerves one more time before slowly walking up the stairs. he opened the door to the dark trailer. it was quiet. he walked towards the hole in the ceiling that looked into the nightmarishly dimension. bending his neck he glanced into the other side. steve stood in shock. steve’s neck being extended out made his throat sore as he gulped. his jaw tensed. he was looking into the darkness of the upside down and there he was. eddie “freak” munson. banishment was his fait steve thought. how was he here now? the clearly injured eddie sat crisscrossed. he seemed calm. staring down at steve from the hole in the middle of his trailer’s living room.

‘e..eddie?’

steve shook his head thinking he was dreaming. he couldn’t believe his eyes. heart racing and palms sweaty. anxiety filled his chest. how was this possible? first ‘zombie-boy’ and now … his bestfriend was in front of him again. clear as day.

‘there’s my big boy.’ eddie said with a shit eating grin.

his teeth sparkled a bright white, bearing sharper teeth. steve made a note of this though his confusion. curiosity riddled his brain.

‘i was waiting for my knight in shining armor to come save me!’ eddie chuckled carelessly.

steve was so excited to see his best friend again. shaking off any thoughts of unease. he didn't even hesitate to grab the tied together clothes left on his side of the world. that was the way they traversed through the dimensions, but eddie had thrown it to dustin carelessly before his last moments. steve threw it upwards at the roof of the homey trailer. excitement struck steve like a little puppy. he wanted to tell eddie so much. sure, it had only been two days, but he desperately needed a hug. steve knew his next moves. pulling him in for a aggressive hug and then punching the shit out of his arm. steve would laugh as eddie winced at the pain and he would grunt out a soft,

‘what the fuck, dude!’

his eyes glossed over thinking about the moment that was seconds away from becoming a reality. he couldn’t believe eddie was back. it choked him up a bit.

‘catch!’ the yell filled the room.

steve was hollering at the curly haired boy. eddie caught the rags and tugged. the rope was suspended in between the two dimensions, like before. steve rushed towards eddies room. he planned to grab a mattress to ensure a safe landing. however, as soon as steve turned away he heard a loud thud. eddie had an increased sense of balance. already free from the upside down and standing now on his two feet in front of steve. he was covered in blood and dirt, he looked like shit. hot shit. but still shit. eddie’s shirt barely clung to his body. he had cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over his pale chest. a few hickies lined his v line and disappeared into the waistband of his trousers. steve knew that was you who left those love bites. a demobat wouldn’t be that gentle.

steve’s eyes traversed eddie’s body and held his breath. the view was strangely erotic. why was he so turned on? was it his grief mixed with his dumb man brain? maybe it was just that time of the night. yeah, he was a bit on the confused side for sure. dealing with the backs and fourths of his closeted mind. he was used to traditional love. the feelings scared him. who would’ve though steve would ever have a crush on a man? especially towards his best friend. steve blushed while taking off eddie’s vest. he tossed it towards him and a smile grew on his lips. remembering the moment they shared just a few days ago. steve spoke suddenly,

‘for your modesty, dude.’ they both giggled.

eddie paused, having an evil grin adorn his face. he did really miss steve. removing his mangled hellfire shirt he spoke,

‘what? you don't think my girl would still wanna wear my shirt?’

steve laughed, and through the chuckles said, ‘covered in nasty shit and your blood? absolutely not.’

eddie put his vest over his bare chest. he looked steve directly in his eyes, and began with,

‘oh you have no idea what we get up to… do you harrington?’ steve stiffened at eddies words.

eddie continued, ‘i saw your house while i was traversing around in there, decided to snoop. found a cute magazine. i would've kept it if my favorite page wasn’t ruined.’ he hissed.

his brows were furrowed at steve. he was being sure to let steve know he would never let him touch you. not without his permission. he was so possessive over you. seeing steve’s dirty magazines made him a little weary. he was fine with steve stealing glances when he groped you, and he loved how curious steve would get when eddie made sexual comments at you when he was around. he would watch steve squirm in his pants. maybe he would share you? ugh. he was doing it again, being a pervert and falling into dirty thoughts while he needed to be serious or real. he urged himself to come back down to eart. relief flooded over eddie. eddie really did miss steve. he couldn’t wait to embrace him with a hug and maybe chat about all that he’s missed while sharing a joint. of course, by sharing he meant smoking while steve watched. steve punched eddie in the arm and pulled him in for a hug. eddie blushed, his tough guy act was cut short.

‘shut up man.’ he teased.

steve pulled away from the hug first. pushing his hand into eddie’s chest.

‘we can talk about that mess i made on my magazines after i bring you back to her. think shes gonna fall in love with me? maybe ill get a kiss for returning her most prized possession.’

eddie let out a belly laugh, his sharp fangs being more prominent.

‘in your wet dreams, harrington.’ he jabbed.

if only eddie knew how many times you had been running through steve’s head late at night. maybe he would take that joke back. eddie just laughed though. it didn’t sound like he was being serious but still eddie’s mind wandered. he needed a cold shower. walking toward the back of the trailer eddie made his way to the bathroom. deciding he had to be in good shape before he surprised you with his escape from death. they planned to head to your house after he cleaned himself up. steve sat on his couch, leaning his head back. he pictures the hickies he saw on eddie’s hips. the image of you sucking deeply into the pale tender skin of his bestfriend consumed him.

‘wait, why was he looking at my porn stash..?’ steve thought out loud again.

he rolled his head back wondering if eddie was going to jerk off in his bed. his hands slapped over his face as he brushed the dirty confusing thoughts away and instead tried to imagine everything that the two of you might get up to when he’s not around. lost in thought as he laid his head back against the soft couch. dirty thoughts of you and eddie filled his mind. he so so turned on. he was so hot, bothered, and absolutely full of sexual desires. was it the phone call he just had with you? definitely that time of night. he sighed as he heard eddie turn on the shower.

steve continues to think back through his memories of you and eddie. there’s a flashback here to the beginning of their senior year.

the two boys had massive crushes on you. this was the start of their hatred for each other. as soon as steve’s interest in you grew, so did eddie’s possessiveness and jealousy. and you. well, you had no idea. your clueless nature put both of them in the competitive mood. it was a fucking game to them. steve was always quick to visit your locker and sweet talk you. he loved whispering things in your ear to see you shiver. his favorite was when he watched eddie clench his fist as he pulled your hair behind your ear and got closer to your neck. that fucker. eddie burned inside each time he did that. however, eddie was convinced the preppy himbo didn’t know you like he knew you. eddie watched you. stalked you. he learned how to make you laugh between your classes, he would act like a fool, making funny faces, and loud noises to gather your attention. you and eddie hadn’t really talked other than during freshman year. passing notes when you were bored and watching him draw. that’s how you knew eddie had a caring side to him too. he was always around too. his presence was comforting. not scary in the slightest like how steve warned you. for example, one time steve’s old friend tommy slapped your ass as you walked down the hall in a skimpy skirt. eddie watched it happen. of course he did. oh, he loved that skirt on you. following you throughout the day just to have a chance to peak under it. but, after he watched another man disrespect you he almost lost his mind. he pinned tommy against a locker instantly punching the steel door next to tommy’s head.

‘not. fucking. cool.’ he growled.

you looked at him with scared eyes. all you could make out was his pretty rockstar curls and his side profile. it was a flash of movement and then a loud bang. he was deeply clenching his jaw. his rings sparkled as they tightened around the material of a shirt. the shirt that your perpetrator was wearing. you wouldn’t admit it but you were more startled at eddies tone and the sudden loud bang against the steel lockers. how was he always around? protecting you? you wondered. ultimately deciding to shut down the thoughts as you heard eddie mumble something,

‘you touch her again and im going to cut your fucking fingers off. you hear me? gonna loose each of ‘em. one. by. one. never touch any ass again.’ his tone was scary.

he glanced at you but his eyes darted back to tommy as you met his gaze.

‘especially mine.’ oh he wanted to say it so bad.

but he didn’t. instead he just grunted, angrily, like he was letting out pent up emotions. tommy knew how eddie felt about you. steve had shit talked eddie a few times to him over lunch or in the locker room after basketball games. it was so obvious. someone as clueless as you should’ve even been able to tell how much eddie adored you. tommy smirked because of the embarrassment that grew on eddies redden cheeks. he could just spoil eddie’s little secret in front of you right now. tommy smirked knowing how humiliated eddie would be if his secret got out. a loser like him liked a girl like you. he grabbed the boys collar tighter. eddie was calling his bluff. distance between the two boys closed in so he could whisper.

‘get out fuck of here, tommy.’

there was a pause from eddie, he glanced at you. making sure his words were ineligible to you.

‘and remind that dipshit, harrington to fuck off with the flirting for me? he’s getting to close to my girl. m’kay? you both know how i feel about this one.’

he turned to you and spoke smoothly, ‘you okay, sweetheart?’

you blushed and nodded with a hand over your mouth. sweetheart. eddie had always called you that. this time felt different. you tummy spun and your cheeks got really hot. that was new. really new. you never noticed how protective he was of you till this day. didn’t even really pay mind to him when you noticed him watching you in the shadows. he walked away from you confidently. he sent a sweet smile your way as he spun on his heels. steve walked down the hall towards you. they crossed paths for a moment and the sight in front of you was like out of a movie. two hot boys in a glowing in florescent light from the school hallways. they seemed to walk in slow motion and the contrast of their outside appearances was comical. eddie was like a broken mirror that promised to bring seven years of bad luck, but steve was like warm sunset that you watched while at a bonfire. as eddie passed steve he stuck his tongue out with a guttural sound leaving his throat. the brunette just rolled his eyes with a small wave as a reply to the devil child. you thought both of them were so attractive. in different ways. however, maybe you weren’t the only clueless one. neither of them knew you had more of a thing for bad boy outcasts. maybe steve could actually flirt with you but eddie was different. he peaked your interest in a way steve couldn’t. both men had their ups and downs but you wanted to know more about that boy the town called the devil. consider your intrest peaked. if only you knew eddie had been obsessing over you for years. he was tired of just watching you now though. eddie wanted to change something. he wanted to have you to himself and show you off to the world. especially after he watched you all day in that slutty black skit. you had no idea what you were doing to him. a few weeks after spying on you at steve’s pool party. that pushed him over the edge. he decided he was going to make his first move and soon, he’ll show steve.

fin.

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love-toxin · 2 years

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How about “I am not letting you walk out this house” “don’t cry sweetheart” and a “you’re safe with me/us okay?” With the yandere fruity four x angelface 😳🙏 I absolutely adore your writing btw 💘

ty!!!! 🥺🥺

ellie's sentence starter prompts

xxxix - "Don't cry, sweetheart."

xlv - "I am not letting you walk out this house!"

xlvii - "You're safe with me, okay?"

You know by the footsteps that it's Steve running after you, hurrying down the stairs of his house to catch up with you at the door. And while you're sure the others will be close behind as soon as they wake up, you keep tightening the laces of your sneakers regardless and haul yourself up off the bench in the foyer. If you don't leave now, you know you never will--and yet, the second you grab the front door's handle to turn it, a hand comes down hard on it right by your head before you can even open it. Steve's slid so fast down the hall he's almost crushed you against it, and thankfully not, because he's so big you probably would've busted a rib--he's just so strong when he's uncontrolled.

"I am not letting you walk out this house," He breathes, panting from the sprint, and brings his hand down just to turn you around by your shoulder and push you back against the door. It lays heavy in the middle of your chest, keeping you pinned where he wants you to be, while the other raises and settles on the other side of your head so he can lean in close. His brown eyes are stormy, hair wild and unkempt from sleep, and Steve is quite clearly more upset than he usually ever allows himself to seem. Above your head, you hear the pattering of more feet.

"You'll die if I don't. You'll all die." You want to keep the tears back, to be strong for him, but it's not working at all. It's even harder when you hear the voices upstairs and the steps coming closer. "The dreams keep coming. Something bad is happening to me, Steve, I...I don't want it to spill over. I don't want to hurt you."

He shakes his head, hair flicking out in every direction. "You're not gonna hurt us."

"I might not have a choice," Your words choke out, each one feeling like it might strangle you as you try in vain to swallow that growing lump in your throat. You're only aware of the tears spilling down your cheeks when Steve catches one, focused less on keeping you from stepping outside and more on thumbing those dreaded things off your face, and he's about to whisper something when a collective smattering of thudding noises breaks your attention away and turns both your heads towards the staircase, where Robin swings around the banister and stops when she sees both of you.

"Baby," She breathes, eyes wide and clear for you, and doesn't even have to make Steve step back because he does it on his own--he moves enough for her to rush past him and grab you, pulling you off the door and into a big, tight squeeze of a hug. As much as you wish it would last forever, she moves off you with haste, and clasps her hands against your cheeks to cup them with a shakiness to her breath. "Don't cry, sweetheart. We're here."

"We" is right. Nancy is only a few steps on the staircase behind, and Eddie close on her heels, the two of them equally as mussed from sleep but just as bright-eyed and focused as the other two. They hurry down the last step and crowd around Robin on either side, looking over her shoulders with outstretched hands to touch your arms, your hair, to assess you like they were worried you'd be hurt in the measly few minutes you've spent out of their reach. A shared look between you and Steve when they question what's going on is all they need to understand, and Nancy looks to you with fear in her eyes that you expected--but it's not from the place you thought it might be.

"You had another nightmare, didn't you? Worse than last time?" You nod, and though it's the truth, it drives a stake into your heart to see hers breaking in her eyes, because she worries more than most about your health and hates to see that familiar sadness etched into your features. Eddie looks over at her, at you, at Steve in that silence in between, and only he seems to break the tension that threatens to spill more tears from your eyes. He drops to his knees, and grabs you by the ankle for you to brace yourself against both Robin and Steve.

"You don't need these, then." He's so quick to unlace your sneakers it's almost uncanny, fingers working feverishly to undo what you had done in a hurry and hold your heel quite tenderly in one hand to slip off your shoe with the other. "Cause you're not going off on your own."

Once he's got both of them off, he makes a point of tossing them all the way into the living room just off to your right, your sneakers tumbling to a stop with one in the middle of the carpet and one rolling underneath the coffee table. You can just feel Steve holding his tongue, but some things are more important than his parent's carpet getting a little dirty.

"You're safe with us, okay? You'll always be safe with us." It feels like only then can you take a deep breath, you can dry the tears from your eyes with your sleeve, and allow yourself to collapse into a hug and a kiss on your temple. While you're certain all four of them would love to go right back to bed, none of them do--they usher you into the kitchen and light some candles to keep it dim, Nancy and Eddie find some milk and a pot to mix a batch of hot chocolate, Robin gets some paper and pencils, and Steve sits right by your side as he coaxes you into drawing out what you saw in your dream. Words aren't enough, and they're too painful for what you saw, but the four of them are so patient. None of them utter a word when you get focused, and when you need a break they take turns soothing you and taking you to the couch for a cuddle or putting on a song to calm you down. Whatever it is, they're there. And they prove to you that they were right--you are safe with them, no matter what haunts you in the deepest, darkest corners of your mind.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #yandere fruity four #yandere fruity four x reader #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #ellie's sentence starters #anons

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runninriot · 4 months

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written for the @steddiemas 2023 Holiday Challenge | prompt: Angsty Themed Sentence Starters

Day 16

“Can I ever just feel… | words: 3260 | rated: t | cw: brief depiction of bad childhood/neglectful parents, mention of excessive drinking | tags: Eddie Munson is bad at feelings, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, they both need a hug

Holiday Blues

“Talk to me, Eddie. What's going on? You’ve been shutting yourself off for days and- Look, I’m sorry I lied to get you here but you’ve been so irritated and distant lately… we just wanted to surprise you. I don’t understand why you’re so mad at us for trying to cheer you up.”

“Can I ever just feel what I feel without you making it a big deal?”

“What?”

“Why do I always have to explain myself? Why can’t I just be mad without you trying to make it better?”

Eddie needs to get out, doesn’t need Steve’s pity or to be vilified for the way he acted back there. He is pissed and he feels invalidated. Like his own feelings don’t matter. Like his sole purpose is to do stuff they want him to do. Like his own opinion doesn’t count.

“Because we care about you and we want you to be happy.”

“Just- LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” Eddie shouts, doesn’t care who hears.

He’s about to reach for the door handle but makes the mistake of turning back to look over his shoulder once more and his heart drops.

Steve looks at him like he just slapped him across the face - eyes widened in shock, mouth hanging open like he can’t quite process the fact that Eddie yelled at him.

And Eddie still thinks he’s in the right but-

That wasn’t Eddie’s intention at all. It wasn’t his intention to raise his voice and throw a fit but he couldn’t hold it in anymore and now Steve looks hurt and Eddie just wants to take it all back.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I just- We thought it’d be nice to.... nevermind. It’s okay. I won’t- I’m sorry,” Steve stutters.

He looks away, head tilted down, eyes locked on his own hands that fiddle nervously with his sleeves. Steve looks so unsure of himself, nothing like the strong-willed, cocky brat he usually is. Always with a snarky remark on his lips, ready to call anyone out on their bullshit. The Steve standing before him right now looks like he’s lost, a little ashamed maybe, and sad. So fucking sad.

“Steve. Please, don’t- I, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’m sorry. You didn’t-“ Eddie’s finger itch to reach out but he forces the urge down, feels overwhelmed by the mix of anger and guilt flooding his insides.

“N-no. It’s- it’s okay, Eds. You’re right. I was being pushy. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” His words are hushed but Eddie thinks he can hear the wobble in his voice.

Steve turns, trying to make his way back to the others but Eddie can’t let him go. His hand moves on its own account when he grabs Steve by his wrist to hold him back.

Sure, Eddie wanted to leave and be left alone but not like this. Not with Steve looking so... defeated. It’d be different if he were mad at Eddie. If he told him to suck it or maybe yelled back at him. He should be mad at him. Because Eddie fucked it all up over something so stupid, something so inane and not at all worth fighting over.

Steve didn’t even do anything wrong. Not really. None of them did. It’s just that Eddie’s head is fucked-up. He is fucked-up because it’s that time of the year. And he shouldn’t be angry at them, isn’t really. He’s angry at himself or letting memories of the past overpower every rational thought once again. Same shit, different year. You’d think he’d grown out of it; that at 20 he should’ve and could’ve learned to cope with these feelings.

With the haunting images of a little boy crying himself to sleep, a mother passed out in the next room. Shattered remains of an empty bottle of Jack, shards and a puddle of dark liquid staining the rug. A silent night turned into a silent morning. No lights, no presents under no tree. No laughter. Just dead eyes and deep frowns. One broken home, two broken hearts.

He's not a kid anymore, he should be fine but every year he can feel it bubbling up inside him. Every year these memories drag him down into a dark hole.

They should've just let him wait it out on his own, like he always does but they didn't listen.

The kids had been begging him to come to their little pre-Christmas get together for days. Told him all about the Christmas traditions they’ve created in the past. They were so excited, didn’t stop bombarding him with ideas and what to do’s, talking over each other like they always do. Any other given time, Eddie would have been infected by their smiles and laughter. Not this time though.

He made up some bullshit excuse about having to help out Wayne with important stuff, said he won’t have much time the week before Christmas. Told them not to bother about him, to have fun and that he’ll see them after the holidays.

He’s pretty sure it was Dustin’s idea to have Steve call him over under false pretences, knowing Eddie could never say No to Steve; that he would always drop everything if he needed him, no matter how small or big the request.

They coaxed him into coming over to Steve's place by the man himself calling and asking him for help with some apparent car problem. Only his car was fine and when Eddie arrived, he was greeted by Dustin’s shit-eating grin, acting like nothing was going on.

Eddie didn't even have time to process it all, just got dragged into the kitchen where Erica and El were busy placing cut-out cookies on a baking tray under Robin’s watchful eyes. Through the open door into the living room he saw Mike and Lucas struggling with the tangled chain of lights for the tree Max and Will were helping Steve to put up.

And then Dustin reached for a bag and pulled out the ugliest Christmas sweater Eddie had ever seen in his life, only then realising they were all wearing one. Dustin looked so proud when he told him to put it on, not even asking if he wanted to.

Eddie couldn’t take it.

He didn’t escape hell to be forced to wear some ugly ass knitwear and sit down and watch stupid Christmas movies or listen to this godawful music. He didn’t even want to be here in the first place.

***

“Yeah, nice try Dustin. I’m gonna pass. I don’t- have time for that.”

“See, I told you he wouldn’t wear it! Eddie’s way too cool for that.”

“Shut up, Mike. That's stupid. Steve wears one, too. He never complains.”

“Yeah, duh! It’s Steve, Dustin. He’s-”

“Hey butthead! If you want your present later, you’ll better be nice to me!”

“Sorry Steve.”

“Riiight. Well, imma head out. You guys have a nice party.”

“Oh come one, Eddie! You’re already here now and it’s gonna be fun. You don’t even have to wear the thing just-“

“I said NO, Dustin! Stop trying to force me to be part of your stupid- whatever childish shit this is.”

“What’s your problem, man? You’ve been stressed all week and we just wanted to-”

“Yeah well, sorry for dampening your jolly fucking good mood. I’ll be out of your hair so you won’t have to listen to me complain.”

***

On his way out of the kitchen and into the hallway to make his escape, Eddie tried his best to forcefully ignore the way El’s face crumpled – her expressions changing from cheerful to sad at his words. He tried not to cower when Erica looked at him like she was ready to fight him, ready to actually kick his ass for bad-mouthing their group’s Christmas celebrations. Tried to ignore Dustin calling after him, begging him to stay.

Eddie needed some space, needed room to breathe but then Steve had to follow him to the front door, had to stop him from leaving only to keep pushing.

“Because we care about you…”

That really hurt. Hit him right where his heart was already cracked and vulnerable, causing emotions to well up inside he wasn’t ready to show.

And now he's here, standing face to face with Steve, both hurt but in so very different ways.

“Don’t! Please don’t go. I really am sorry.” Eddie hates how his own voice cracks; how small he feels when Steve finally turns around to look at him.

Steve’s hand drops to his side when Eddie unfurls his fingers and for a moment, they just look at each other.

Eddie shouldn’t have-

What he said earlier was unfair. But Eddie can’t deal with them right now when all he wants to do is wallow in self-pity and be angry at the world.

It has nothing to do with them using a little white lie to get him here or the goddamn sweater. As if Eddie really had something against hot chocolate and cookies and spending time with his friends. He’s just-

But they don’t know that. It’s their first Christmas together. He never told them about how much this time of the year messes him up, why he’s been in a bad mood for days. Why he just wants to lock himself up at home and wait for the festivities to be over and done with.

They wouldn’t understand why he’d rather be home alone than having to fake a smile and put on a face that isn’t his. They’d just try to cheer him up; above all Steve with his way of constantly fussing over everyone, including Eddie. Always trying to make their lives easier, better. Always there to help, always trying to make everyone happy.

But even he can’t make things better. Eddie hates this fucking time of the year. Fucking Christmas with all its pretentious joy and happiness. It’s just another fucking day like the rest of ‘em. Another reminder of his fucked-up past.

Santa doesn’t come to your home when you’re poor.

Struggling mothers don’t stop struggling just because it’s Christmas.

Shitty dads are still shit regardless of the time of year.

Steve wouldn’t understand because his memories of Christmas must be filled with love and laughter.

Eddie imagines a little boy being all excited at the nicely decorated house, the air filled with the smell of freshly baked goods he probably helped his mom make. He imagines colourful Christmas lights, a delicious family dinner, warm hugs. He imagines big, hazel eyes catching sight of all the presents he wished for, placed neatly under a huge Christmas tree.

He gets why Steve is so into all this stuff. Why he’s inviting everyone over. Why he goes out of his way for the kids to have the best pre-Christmas party ever. Why they’re all so full of joy and excitement.

And who could deny them their happiness? They deserve to have a fun time after everything they’ve been through. They deserve to have the best goddamn Christmas for saving the world more than once. Eddie just doesn’t want to be part of it. Not this time.

He is beyond grateful to call this group of weirdos his friends. He will never be able to repay them for coming to his rescue when everything went to shit and quite literally for saving his life.

They’re the best thing that could’ve happened to him, beside Wayne. He’s never had friends like them, never felt like he truly belonged.

He’s never had this many people worry about him and it’s still hard sometimes to wrap his head around the fact that they actually care.

Eddie isn’t used to talk about the things that bother him. To have someone listen, wanting to know what’s going on inside his head.

It’s silly, he knows it is. But it’s hard to just-

“Steve I...”

Eddie takes a deep breath, tries not to falter under Steve’s gaze.

“I didn’t want to make anyone sad or angry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I am grateful for you guys wanting me here but- Look, man. Christmas isn’t my favourite holiday, never was. I just don’t want to ruin your party with my bad mood.”

Something in Steve’s eyes shifts. Sadness and disappointment making way for something that’s not quite pity, more like... understanding. He looks at him fondly, almost hopeful, and that does something to Eddie’s heart he can’t name.

“I get it, man. I hate Christmas,” Steve says through a wary smile and Eddie thinks he’s misheard.

“What?”

“I hate Christmas. Or I used to. Until those little shits came into my life. We started this little tradition two years ago. Ugly Christmas sweaters and all. They convinced me to have a party at my place because, y’know ‘Your house is always empty and your parents are never home anyway. It’s perfect, Steve.’” He chuckles as he unmistakably recites Dustin, but his voice has a sadness in it that rattles at Eddie’s brain.

How could he have been so blind? He’s heard enough about them to know what kind of people Steve’s parents are. They didn’t even care about their son being in the hospital after everything was finally over. They didn’t once come to visit him. And then they just left. Left him the house and a shitload of money as compensation for leaving him behind without even a proper goodbye.

How could Eddie have thought that they’d ever been any different. That they’d ever cared.

“My parents had barely ever been home for Christmas since i was about 10. They thought it’s enough to shower me in gifts I didn’t ask for to make up for everything. It might sound petty because I know there’s kids that have it way worse but- waking up Christmas morning to find dozens of store-wrapped presents under an oversized, abundantly decorated tree with no one around to share the joy with? Yeah, no. Made me realise Christmas is just like any other day, not special enough to make my parents want to spend time with me. Made me hate that fucking holiday and everything that comes with it.”

Eddie looks down, shoulders dropping in shame. He had it all wrong, assumed things without knowing the truth. Without asking first. He could’ve known had he talked to him. Had he not been too busy pushing it all down only to be eaten up by it from the inside out.

“My dad left on Christmas eve. Without a warning. Said he was going to go to the store and never came back. I was 7. My mom couldn’t deal with it. They were struggling but she loved him. And when she realised, he’d gone for good, she got drunk. Passed out on the living room floor and left me to deal with it all by myself. I never believed in Santa for as long as I can remember. Never believed in God either. But that night I prayed for Santa to be real. For him to give me this one gift. Promised I’ll never ask for anything ever again, that I’ll never misbehave again if he could just make my dad be there in the morning. He wasn’t, of course. Everything went downhill from there on.”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. That must’ve been hard.”

“When I moved in with Wayne, he- he tried to make it better. Make knew memories. But it’s just something that stuck with me. Makes me fucking angry and sad.”

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some things just stay with us. They’re hard to shake off and forget but it can get better, y’now.”

The certainty in Steve’s voice sparks a flame in his chest. Just a tiny flicker of hope.

“How?”

Steve’s eyes light up. There’s this sparkle in them Eddie has become so fond of over the past months.

“You just have to accept that you’re not alone anymore. That there are people that care about you and will never let you down like your parents have. You’ve got the kids, Eddie. They love you so much it’s actually annoying sometimes. Robin will always have your back. She’d fight anyone that dared to hurt you. And you have me. We want to be there for you when you’re feeling down, you don’t have to hide away.”

Steve steps closer, takes both of Eddie’s hands in his.

“I know I can be a little too much sometimes. I know I can be pushy but- please believe me I’m only doing this because you’re important to me. I can’t stand to see you sad. I want you to be happy and I’ll do anything to see you smile.”

Eddie feels dizzy, like he’s having trouble getting enough air in his lungs. He feels tears prickling in the corners of his eyes, wants turn away and hide but Steve’s hands are warm and he doesn’t let go, holds him there.

“Thank you, Steve.”

It barely comes out as a whisper because if he dared to speak any louder, Steve would recognize the wetness in his voice.

Two arms wrap around his shoulders and suddenly he finds himself enveloped in Steve, held tight against the other man’s body. Eddie feels himself falter, feels his body slump down within Steve’s tight embrace and it’s then he realises that his tears have already started to fall. A steady stream rolling over his cheeks and down to Steve’s shoulder, soaking his sweater where Eddie’s face is buried in the crook of his neck.

He wants to return the touch, wants to dig his fingers into Steve's sides to keep himself from falling. But his body refuses to function and so he just lets himself be held, listening to Steve’s gentle voice as he quietly tells him ‘It’s okay, Eddie. I’ve got you.’

Minutes pass but Steve doesn’t let go, just keeps rubbing soothing lines along Eddie’s back until the sobbing quiets down. Eddie sniffles, feels the remnants of burning tears on his face when he finally pulls himself up, leaning back just enough to look at Steve.

Steve’s eyes are little red and puffy, like he too has shed some tears. Maybe for Eddie. Maybe for himself. Maybe just because it’s good to let it all out sometimes.

From the living room they can hear the gleeful laughter of their friends and Eddie is grateful for them not to see him like that. Grateful for them letting him have this moment with Steve.

Steve, whose lips curl up into a soft, beautiful smile as he takes Eddie’s face in his hands and wipes his thumbs softly over the wetness on Eddie’s cheeks.

“Feeling better?”

Eddie nods, means it, believes it. Because how could he not, when Steve looks at him with so much kindness in his eyes. When the hands on his face feels so comforting.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“I’ll always be there for you, Eddie. You couldn’t get rid of me if you wanted to.”

“That a promise, Harrington?”

Eddie wants to say so much more but fears he’ll just cause another breakdown if he lets the words spill from his heart to his tongue.

For now, this is enough.

To know that there are people he can count on. To know that he’s wanted. That he’s loved even when he’s at his worst.

Maybe he can allow himself to be happy. And maybe, just maybe he’ll even wear the damn sweater if it makes them happy too.

#steddiemas #day 16 #sentence starter saturday #steve harrington #eddie munson

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gorgeousgreymatter-x · 1 year

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bought this adorable bong and lighter combo for my birthday party and I think Eddie would seduce tf out of Steve with these just saying

(@thorniest-rose sour candy Steve smokes outta these I know for a fact 🥰)

#steddie #weed #bongs #pot girl summer or something #slutty stoner steve starter kit #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic

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havvkinsqueen · 6 months

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---☁︎｡⋆｡ Eddie had gotten them both tickets to a fairly new concert festival. A blues festival, to be exact. His reasoning was that she wasn't a huge fan of metal, so this would be something fun! True, she wasn't a metal fan, and true, Chrissy did enjoy older music styles but blues wasn't a large part of that repertoire. But @vitaegratis seemed so eager to go for some reason, and Chrissy didn't want to ruin that for him. So, to Grant Park they were headed. "Am I dressed properly?" she asked, giving a spin. Pausing slightly, Chrissy looked up at Eddie with her eyebrows drawn together. The blonde was quite the oxymoron; Enjoying popularity from quite a young age, but hating to stand out. "Wait, what does one wear to a blues concert?" She supposed that probably just jeans and a shirt. Maybe an added beret just for the hell of it. "But, uhm, I'm ready when you are!"

#everybody live for the music go round */ STARTER #down below the cars in the city go rushing by */ SEMI #vitaegratis */#eddie munson */ HELLFIRE #'til forever falls apart */ CHICAGO

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imsteve-harrington · 3 months

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Hey! Lookin’ for some Stranger Things rpers out there! I write long, novella-ish, paragraph style. I’ve been writing on tumblr for over 10 years and would love to get something going for ol’ Stevie boy. My DMs are open as well as asks. Hit me up!

Multi-ship, poly friendly, queer, and over 21+.

Here’s my carrd as well

#starting call #starter call #stranger things rp #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #stranger things #ST RP

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vecnaaone · 2 years

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Starter | Muse: Eddie Munson

This was utter insanity, and he could just tell that everything was about to get so much worse. The night had gone to shit. A girl he just met, and the sweetest one he’ll probably ever meet... Well, she’s gone, now! Thanks to some weird curse, or whatever the hell had inflicted her before her bones started snapping. All of it was horrific, and he could do nothing but get away as fast as possible.

Once he was able to find someplace far away, ditching his truck on some dirt road, Eddie stopped himself only when he was at some entrance to a cave. It was not a well-known spot to anyone, as far as he knew, and he slumped down to the ground once he was some ways inside it.

Finally, he was able to let himself give into his emotions, as that panic continued to churn away at his insides, and cover his face with the palms of his hands. “Shit!!...” Eddie wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry, or pass out. This was the worst time of his life, he thought to himself, wallowing in his misery.

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#eighthours001 #rp #starter #c: Eddie Munson

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hawkinsrightsideup · 5 months

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"Mmmph no, I don't wanna." Eddie pushed his face under his pillow and waved a hand at the person interrupting his blissful sleep. "Ten more minutes..."

#open stranger things rp #open indie starter #open indie rp #indie eddie munson rp #eddie starts #ignore the short hair here #he definitely has his long curly hair in this thread

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love-toxin · 2 years

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ix. "C'mon, pick up, please pick up..." xix. "Dude, open the door!" With Eddie and sad/depressed girlfriend reader? Like where he’s been driving himself crazy because he hasn’t been able to speak to you in days and he knows in an uncomfortable place in his gut that something is wrong

waoh!!! 🥺🥺

ellie's sentence starter prompts

ix - "C'mon, pick up, please pick up..."

xix - "Dude, open the door!"

(cws: depressed reader, fem pronouns, depressive episode)

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon..."

Eddie bounces impatiently on the balls of his feet, eyes darting from the receiver of the phone he's got tucked under his ear to the front porch of the house across the street. He tried at home, and then he tried at school, and now he's trying here--his free hand propping him up against the callbox as he waits and waits for the phone to stop ringing. But it doesn't, just keeps going, nothing but silence. You don't even pick up and hang up, which is what really worries him. He hasn't seen you in days, since he dropped you off after your date this past Sunday...and when you didn't show up to school today, on Wednesday, Eddie finally couldn't take it any longer.

"C'mon, baby, pick up, please pick up...." He mutters, fingers tapping against box as he stares down that house he's facing. The car is gone and the lights are out despite it being the middle of the day, so he knows your parents are at least out of the house. But are you?

"Fuck it,"

Finally he gets the balls to slam the phone down on the receiver, stepping out from the phonebooth and into the chilly autumn air that he instinctively pulls his jacket tighter around him to combat against. Your parents would never let him in the front door, but a sleight of hand check and a bobby pin do the trick just right, the lock clicking open for him to slip inside. Shoes on, cause he can't wait, he navigates down the hall and up the stairs to your room, spotting the door as easily as he would an orc in a room of halflings--but just when he reaches for the handle and moves to open it slowly, it stiffens and stops in a way that says fuck off. It's locked.

"Dude, open the door!" He's got no time for pleasantries, not that he cares for them anyways--the worry is coming out strong in his voice, he knocks but there's no shifting or groaning to indicate that you're inside. It's just silence, aside from his own frantic knocking. "Baby, if you don't open this door, I'm gonna break it down. Seriously, you're scaring the shit out of me!"

Nothing. The paranoia has grown from an inkling to an all-consuming terror, and Eddie's had just about enough of it.

"Gonna count to three, and then I'm coming in!" He doesn't want to push you, but he's scared. Terrified. Afraid of what he might find behind that door, if anything. "One!"

If he was scared shitless already, watching the door in front of him swing open without warning nearly tears a shriek from his throat. But instead he jumps back, startled, before his eyes adjust to the darkness inside the room and the miffed girl standing between him and it. A gentle, quiet "baby..." slips out of him, and like he hasn't spent the last two days worrying over you so much he couldn't sleep, Eddie throws his arms around you and squeezes you tight without so much as a warning. "Baby, what happened?" He whispers into your hair, noting silently how mussed and tangled it's become in just the span of a day or two. You must've been sleeping a lot and brushing it very little.

"I didn't want you to see me like this..." Your voice is a croak, a product of not enough drink in your system, and all at once it dawns on him that he doesn't need to know the gritty details. There's no need to press you for why and what happened and how could you do this to yourself--you need serious care, serious love, and there's nobody that gives it to you like he does.

"See you like what?" He pulls away, brushing your hair aside to graze your cheek with his hand, and it's glorious. Like he's been fed after weeks of starvation. "All I see is my beautiful girl. Feels like I haven't touched you in ages."

"It was a couple days, Eddie..." You mumble, trying in vain not to meet his eyes.

"Couple days too long." He grins, able to breathe a sigh of relief for once. You're safe, at least. This is a problem he can help fix, thank god. He looks past you into your room, peers through the darkness to see how much of a mess it is, but your bed is full of blankets and pillows and soft things, things you like. He can spot one of his t-shirts from here, and though you open your mouth to say something--probably to apologize for the state of your room--he speaks first and gets ahead of it before you can get a word out.

"Can I come in?"

"You don't want to, Eddie. I-"

"I wanna be with you. If you're in there, that's where I wanna be." In all honestly, there's nothing you could say to deter him from coming in either way. He would've skirted past you and flopped on to your bed anyways, no matter the state of it or you or anything else in your room.

But you don't deter him. You move aside, let him kiss your unbrushed teeth and sit back on your sweaty sheets, and even let him hold you, unshowered and weak from getting absolutely zero sunlight, and remind you that he loves you. Not that this isn't okay, or that you're wasting your days away because you're "just sad", or that you should be getting it together and quit being lazy. He would never say something like that, and that.....it makes you a little more amiable to help. Helps you lean into taking a shower together and letting him brush your hair and drinking the water and eating the food he hands to you, and when you're ready, you'll be able to come out of your own volition. And Eddie will be waiting there with open arms for you, no matter if he got his attendance all marked up with tardies and absences because he wanted to help you, no matter if you're not magically happy again and back to normal. He'll just be there, sitting in the open door of his van, swinging his feet and taking a puff of his cigarette as he waits for you. And those brown eyes will sparkle so brightly when he sees you coming, a toothy smile sheathed in a loose cloud of smoke waiting to greet you, as well as a kiss so warm it'll keep away that autumn chill and any others that you feel creeping up.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #ellie's sentence starters #anons

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tofeelthecold · 7 months

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