#eddie munson x m reader
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any other way; eddie munson
pair. eddie munson x ftm reader
summ. strangers to friends to lovers w/ eddie munson n ftm reader.
gen. fluff mostly, angst
tw. swearing, dated language regarding lgbt topics (it's not much), reader refers to self as a woman once, internalized transphobia, implied homophobia, reader implied to be stealth
wc. 2.5k
note. i love this greasy little freak
- if you're not already into the music he's into, he will introduce you to it. if you are though he's like "you're so cool, babe." even before you start dating
- you're both big ol nerds but while you're quiet he's quite the loud mouth
- aka he, the extrovert, adopts you, the introvert, kind of
- he sees you sitting alone at lunch and practically swoops you up. he comes over and introduces himself with the offer of his hand before coming to your side and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. he invites you over to his table before leading you over.
- all the hellfire kids are super welcoming and though you're quiet, they don't mind. they joke around with you like you've always been one of them :')
- plus eddie has you sit by him to check on you
- adding on to that, after you guys are more comfortable he touches you a lot like squeezing your shoulder and stuff to make sure you're good and just cause he needs to touch you all the time
- very touchy feely dude
- anyway back to the plot ish,, he really wants you to join hellfire. he brings it up whenever he can. he really likes you and he loves DnD so naturally he wants his fav person to like his favorite thing
- when u finally give in he's so happy!! like dancing around n shit like he was when chrissy recognized him :)) god he's so cute
- he'll even twirl u around n shit he's fucking adorable
- so, now that he's convinced you, you guys meet after school to fill out character sheets, come up with ur character, and for him to shamelessly flirt (not that he doesn't do that all the time already)
- dude is so fucking hyped and he really enjoys explaining everything to you, he gets a real kick out of it
- every question you have is answered and in probably more detail than you need tbh
- honestly, besides him just being fixated on DnD, he wants to spend more time with you so he goes on and on
- then you're late and he's like you wanna ride back? 👀
- you take him up on his offer and he tries not to be too obvious about it but he plays his favorite songs and is watching you to gauge your reaction
- man nearly crashes but he's good (?) at being distracted while driving
- you make it home in one piece and eddie bids you farewell, watching you to make sure you get inside safe before driving back the lonely drive to his house
- this man loves to shred on his guitar for you, does it to impress you too. it's really cute, he'll get all hyped up and be on his knees, leaning back as he does a solo or honestly just to make you laugh
- your laugh is his favorite thing in the world <3
- he LOVES making you laugh, man. he will go out of his way to get you to laugh because everyone at school already thinks he's a freak so what's the harm? (especially if it charms you)
- dude is a sucker for your approval which isn't like him when it comes to anyone else
- he's always trying to learn more about you, especially since you're quiet
- randomly asks about your interests all the time
- okay so you've joined hellfire, right? and have spent some time with eddie and on your own creating your character and familiarizing yourself with everything
- well guess what happens now,, you get the hellfire t-shirt!!!
- it does something to eddie everytime he sees you wearing it 👀
- he's a little upset though that you usually wear layers over it :( but when you see him on a DnD night as you walk into school or something, you'll pull up the rest of your layers to show it to him and he just cheeses so hard
- god, if you've never seen heart eyes irl before when you do that you have
- also he notices how you're always dressed in layers even if it's ninety degrees but he just attributes it to keeping with your style cause he'll do the same
- once while hanging out with him after hellfire, he notices you're actually talking and kind of a lot or at least more than usual
- it clicks in his head after about the third time you do this alone with him, that you're comfortable with him
- man literally almost weeps
- one time you're actually joking around with him and tell him he has stubby fingers. he looks so shocked and can't even come up with a comeback. he enjoys this side of you.
- also makes him wonder why you'd even notice that 👀 but he never says anything
- okay so whether you smoke or not he'll invite you to smoke sessions but also!! will not pressure you to go if you don't wanna :)
- "it's cool, man. you don't wanna smoke, you don't wanna smoke." he shrugs nonchalantly.
- he runs into you a lot while you're out walking your dog. eddie loves animals but he's also a bit terrified of them. so when your dog barks at him he's like it's not gonna kill me, right?
- you laugh at him and introduce him to your dog and his rocker-boy attitude instantly melts away. he's talking in a high pitch baby voice and everything.
- he often joins you on your walks. you talk about everything and nothing. he also notices that you're not dressed in so many layers and you're constantly fidgeting with your shirt.
- you two start talking a lot and hanging out a whole lot. after some time, you guys just kinda get together. like it literally just happens
- but a couple weeks in it hits you that you still haven't told him yet and it wasn't that you didn't want to, no, it's just so fucking hard. you don't wanna lose eddie.
- you try to ignore it for a while n pretend you're cis and everything is fine but it's not and eddie can tell. he doesn't know how to broach the subject and hopes you'll bring it up first
- when you do get the courage up to tell him, he comes home to find you sitting anxiously on his couch. you ask him to talk and he of course says yes.
- "eddie, please remember i love you,"
- it sounds like you're going to break up with him and eddie starts to feel sick.
- "so please," you practically beg as you look at him with soft eyes, "don't hate me after i tell you this."
- eddie can't stop the churning in his stomach, are you really about to break up with him?
- "i'm a transsexual."
- well that's not what he was expecting to hear
- "i was born a woman but i'm a man. and i love you, eddie," you feel like you have to add that in since you're dealing such a big blow. "i hope this doesn't change things between us," you continue on shakily, playing with your hands as well. "i still wanna be with you but i thought you should know." you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment expecting him to maybe hit you or something but all that hits you are his words
- "i love you, too, y/n, no matter what."
- that's like a jolt of electricity to your heart. you jump up and wrap your arms around eddie in a tight hug, head resting against his chest, and eyes squeezed closed. tears spill silently as you hold onto eddie for dear life.
- eddie wraps his arms back around you and kisses your head. "i could never hate you, sweetheart. never," he finalizes with another kiss to the top of your head.
- it's the 80s and trans ppl especially ftm ppl aren't really known about or are grouped together with gay ppl so you'll have to explain a bit further to eddie but he's very understanding and supportive
- (i personally, headcanon him as trans but anyway)
- he becomes a bit more gentle with you after this, not because you're trans or anything he just doesn't want to make you uncomfortable :')
- much like steve with robin, he keeps the fact that you're trans to himself (as he should). he knows it's your right to tell people and not his, plus he would never want to risk your safety.
- he's always careful with you at school and in public because as much as he likes showing you off, he wants to keep you safe. but if you're alright with it, he's practically got you hanging off his arm
- y'all are like the power couple of hellfire lmao and they're equally annoyed and supportive :) they'll fake gag when you kiss n shit but they're happy for y'all
- you two mainly hang out at eddie's trailer, random nature trails, or just out in the woods. besides just being with each other, y'all's favorite thing to do is bug steve n robin at family video. robin loves u two but also is constantly like i hate you guys lol
- oh my god, remember how i said he's touchy feely?? dude LOVES to cuddle. he lives for it.
- your head on his chest while he combs his fingers through your hair? yes, please!
- he loves it when you guys just hold each other, laying in his bed n watching whatever's on tv or a horror flick robin or steve recommended. he's also a little spoon big time idc what anyone says, man loves to be held but spooning isn't his main thing
- his favorite is when you lay on him whether it's your whole body or just your head on his chest or in his lap
- you have got to play with his hair while you're cuddling, laying, or sleeping together. honestly, even if you're just sitting around, any time really. with your hands in his hair, he's putty in your hands. literally moaned one time when you did it, hair pulling kink much?
- another perk of being eddie's bf is coming along to his shows. his bandmates love you but they always make fun of eddie when he's being all love dovey with u. several of them ask why the hell you're with eddie n will jokingly flirt and are met with smacks to the shoulder by eddie but it's all in good fun
- mmm eddie loves holding your hand. at first he's kinda self conscious cause he gets sweaty hands around you cause he gets nervous n shit but at a certain point, he doesn't care and he knows you don't either
- please hug this man
- he understands that you don't always want to with your chest and all but god when you do? he's in heaven. he loves bear hugs, squeeze him til he's paste and he'll be satisfied
- man is touch starved that's why he savors it so much and just like you, he'll be randomly averse to touch. you guys are great at checking in with each other about it (steve thinks it's so cute, he saw y'all doing it once outside family video then robin caught him being soft about it and she hasn't stopped teasing him since)
- when your dysphoria hits hard, eddie's almost always on top of it. he knows you well and you two are harmoniously connected, so he's very aware of your discomfort. still there are times where you've got to tell him because he won't realize
- mans will wrap you up in blankets to make you comfortable and also because he loves being wrapped in blankets.
- if you're not already in his clothes - he's noticed it's something you do when dysphoric- he'll go through his drawers asking u which u want to wear and literally dresses you himself unless you're uncomfortable. but it's nice to have someone take care of you so you don't have to think about it :')
- if you're okay with it, he'll cuddle you and this is like the one time he's big spoon lol. or he'll have you face him so you can bury your face against him and he runs his hands through your hair and to kiss your head :'))
- dude, whatever and i mean anything that you need, eddie's gonna get it for you. heat pack? no problem. obscene amount of your favorite snack? he's on it! playing that song you love that he hates? only for you, baby ;)
- such a fucking dad. very attentive n great at bad jokes.
- may not be able to cook the greatest but he will do his very best for you, results are mixed.
- back to clothes sharing. he loves sharing clothes!! literally one of his love languages (cough cough, giving his vest to steve, cough cough). he adores you in his clothes and he finds it funny when he catches you taking his clothes. like he'll be strolling into his room and you look like a raccoon in trash before you stand frozen with an armful of clothes
- "what're you doing?" he asks playfully.
- "nothing," you respond before poorly hiding the clothes behind yourself.
- he just laughs and walks over to give you a kiss.
- don't think you're exempt from him stealing your clothes cause he will. and honestly you feel like he pulls them off better than you.
- at some point, you don't know which clothes are yours or his and neither does he
- omg he'll let you wear his rings and stuff and he LOVES it. he's smiling so big like a lovesick teen :))
- also if some of the rings are too big he's gonna laugh at you hehe or if they're too small and get stuck lol
- one day you two are just lying around on his bed. you're both quiet, doing your own things but together. he strums on his guitar lazily while you absentmindedly sew a patch onto the knee of a pair of his jeans which allows your mind to wander. your dog also lies with you two at the foot of eddie's bed.
- your thoughts wander from yourself to eddie and how he sees you and how he's with you. "hey, eddie," you look over at him.
- he turns and looks at you lazily but full of love. he can't help smiling just looking at you. "need somethin', sweetheart?"
- "just wondering," you look at him quickly before looking down at your hands. "why're you with me, ed?"
- he looks genuinely surprised you'd ever ask him that. he even chuckles out of disbelief, "what?" he looks you straight in the eye as he leans over a little bit. "why wouldn't i wanna be with you?" he takes your hands, squeezing them.
- you shrug, pouting your lip, and tears pricking your eyes. "i don't know. just maybe if i was cis-"
- "hey," he says sternly, squeezing your hands again to bring you back to him. "i can't imagine you any other way. and i wouldn't want to."
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If you're still taking request and if it's okay could you do smth small ( the format you're more comfortable/in the mood for ) for a male reader in a queerplatonic relationship with Eddie ? Love your writing and thank you !
eddie munson in a queer platonic relationship
❝ HEY, HANDSOME ❞
SYNOPSIS ➢ Headcanons for Eddie Munson in a queer platonic relationship with you.
PAIRING ➢ eddie munson x male reader
CONTENT WARNING ➢ swearing, fluff, mentions of weed and alcohol
WORD COUNT ➢ 1.1 k
AUTHORS NOTE ➢ thank you so much for the compliment and for the request, i hope i made it justice! this is written with a male reader in mind, but it can be imagined as gender neutral, as well.
MASTERLIST
You and Eddie first met in class in high school, bumping into each other.
You had noticed him before, with his eccentric persona and unique style of clothing, but had never dared approach him until now. He immediately recognised you, as you stood out from the rest of your peers with a queerness equal to his.
The two of you got to talking and quickly realised you got on well together. You could match his level of quirkiness, retorting quickly with wit and cleverness.
When you went your separate ways, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about you. He realised he needed to get to know you better.
And so your friendship began, similar to of the falling headfirst into a deep pit without being able to get back out.
You were immediately close to each other, and there was no turning back.
It’s no secret Eddie sucks at the subjects in school and that his grades are all very low, so he’d often beg for your help and tutoring with those puppy eyes of his. You stood no chance of denying him.
Eddie’s an open person and would allow you into all parts of himself — just sort of dumping all of him onto you.
He introduced you to all of his interests at once; his favourite artists and songs; the wonder of D&D roleplaying; him and his bandmates’ band; even teaching you a few things on his guitar.
If you play D&D, you’d sit right next to him at every session, even helping with some campaigns. He loves playing with you. If you don’t play, he’d insist to have you there, still, just to be near you. And if you played any instruments, he’d want you to join his band.
In turn, he will listen to you talking about all your interests with equal enthusiasm, and wanting to be shown all of them.
Eddie will try to remember everything you tell about yourself, storing the information to be able to surprise you with it later. Although his memory would fail him sometimes, the effort was still endearing to you.
The two of you didn’t really define you relationship, making it into something that was not quite romantic but still not strictly friend-like. You enjoyed each other’s company and were happy to leave it at that.
He likes to keep you especially close, just having some sort of physical contact at all possible times. He’s touch deprived, aright?
In public, Eddie will mostly settle for just an arm around you or to lean against you. In private, though, he is much more demanding; wanting to hold your hand, interlock your fingers, almost to the point of cuddling, and tracing his fingers across any tattoos you might have.
When he’s under some sort of influence this is increased tenfold and he would just dump his whole body on you like a weighted blanket, the weight of him a bit suffocating but also comforting.
If he’s too revved up to stay still beside you, he would play-punch you, hopping on light feet, and which would eventually lead to a play-fight. Who’d win depended on how irritated you’d be with him, and if you’d let him win or not.
Eddie likes to argument about things, but in a banter-kind-of-way. Whether it be music, which he’s especially passionate about, or the best ways to get high or drunk. You’d call each other things like fucker, prick, idiot, and twat, but in an endearing way.
He’s a cheeky motherfucker — and he knows you love it though.
Eddie’s favourite thing to spend time with you is to put on some of his favourite music and sing along to it, having a karaoke party all by your own; or to spend a day out, either walking around the woods or driving around in his van; or to get high and just laugh at stupid shit together.
Let’s be honest, everything he does with you is Eddie’s favourite thing. He’s happy to spend any time with you, no matter what you do together.
Eddie would always drag you to his concerts (if you weren’t already part of the band) and you loved to see him perform.
You’d often help with getting him ready, both with preparing his equipment and his outfits.
You introduced him to eyeliner and he’s been obsessed with it ever since. He always gets you to do it for him, straddling his hips to gingerly hold his face as you applied the makeup. He loves the intimacy and how beautiful you make him look.
Your conversations are always interesting, ranging from the silliest things, such as how melons are considered berries, to the important and big things in life, like future plans. Sometimes you’re just quipping back and forth petty retorts, sarcastic and witty with your banter. You’re always entertained in each other’s company.
With how much time the two of you spend together and how you clung to each other, people would often assume you were a couple. You’d just deny them, saying you two are friends, which the rest of your friends rightfully doubted. Or, if they seemed to be having a problem with it, Eddie and you would fuck with them and be even more affectionate with each other.
It didn’t help people’s assumptions either that Eddie loved nicknames. He’d go around addressing you with hot stuff, handsome, good looking, and his favourite, pretty boy.
He’d be in the middle of a band practice, pausing to call to you:
“Hey, handsome, would you kindly turn the speaker up? Can’t even hear my guitar over the drums.”
You’d just nod and comply without a second thought, while the other bandmates stared at the two of you.
“What?” Eddie asked.
“You just called y/n handsome. Is anything going on between you?”
“No? I just stated a fact. Don’t you consider him good looking?”
“Didn’t say that.”
“Yeah? Then there you have it.”
“Stop bullying them, Eddie.”
“What’d you say, hot stuff?”
He’s a prick, and he knows it, by the cheeky grin he always sent you. He loved fucking with people like that, and implying things that weren’t happening, almost like it was a hobby of his. You admired the commitment though.
Sometimes you’d retort with your own flirty nicknames, turning the conversation into a competition of who could out-flirt the other.
At the end of the day, Eddie is glad to have you in his life, always looking forward to the next time you’d see each other.
And he’d often want to go to sleep with you beside him, cuddling or not. Just your mere presence calmed him and allowed him to sleep peacefully without the help of weed or alcohol.
All in all, you are happy in each other’s company and had a deep connection, something that extended the normal restrictions of friendships and relationships. It doesn’t matter what you labeled it as, as long as Eddie and you were happy.
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I’ve decided to create anx male reader tag list as well for Eddie, even if I only have the one right now I plan to have more, and hopefully you guys send in more please please please 🙏 🙏 🙏
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I Want Your Video
Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader
Genre: smut
Tags: Stranger Things (series), 18+ (minors DNI), modern!au, unprotected sex (don't try this at home), oral (f receiving), fingering, heavy dirty talk, p in v, pulling out, overstimulation, mentions of anal, filming a sex tape, mentions of reader being cheated on
Summary: You had to make your ex pay for what he did, to you and his former fellow Hellfire party member. There's only one person that can truly help you with that.
Word count: 3.7k
A/N: Good news, gang! Turns out, I actually do remember how to write anything other than Busy Streets and Busy Lives!
Waving at Wayne as his car passes yours on his way out of the trailer park puts your mind at ease. That's one potential barrier out of the way. The other is whether or not your potential other party agrees to your little plan.
You didn't participate too much in your ex's Hellfire Club stuff because campaign time was campaign time only, and unless you were summoned to stand in for someone, you weren't a part of this story's main adventuring party. Nonetheless, you'd developed your own camaraderie with the group - especially the only regular female player.
Which is why it was all the more heartbreaking to see the screenshots of your then-boyfriend's attempts to slide into her DMs. Watching him gaslight her into believing that she was misreading his messages as being flirtatious, despite them definitely being so, hurts enough. Your heart sinks to the floor when you see the photos he'd sent. You know pretty well what his own dick looks like and that's definitely what he sent her. Completely unsolicited. Judging by the timestamp and the sheets beneath him, he even took those while you were asleep next to him.
You needed to make him regret doing that for the rest of his pathetic little life. You needed to hit him where it would hurt most.
And so, you knock three times on Eddie Munson's door. He greets you warmly, but there's an air of sympathy to him. "Hey. Um, I just want you to know, right off the bat, that shitbag's never, ever setting foot near the table again. Next session, his character's getting killed off in the most humiliating way I can come up with, and I totally get if you don't want to, but we'd need a full-time stand-in -"
"I didn't come here to talk D&D, Eddie," you cut him off, and his brow furrows.
"Well, if it's emotional support you're after, then I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'm not of any use there."
"Not that, either," you shake your head. "I - I don't want anything to do with that asswipe ever again, but I still wanna make him pay." You start pacing the expanse across Eddie's living space. "I mean, sure, I dumped his ass, but he'll feel no remorse from that, he didn't care enough about me to stay loyal. I need to really stick a dent in his pride. I need it to come from someone he really admires." You look at Eddie hopefully.
He shrugs, "Sure, I'll teach that bastard a lesson. What do you have in mind?"
You take a deep breath in. "Well, if he's going to send dick pics without remorse… I was thinking… You and I go one better and send him a - a video. If that's okay with you."
Eddie feels as though all his Christmases have come at once. He'd always found it tough tearing his eyes away from you with your boyfriend mere feet away. He wanted to sucker-punch the sense back into him when he'd learned what your ex had done. But this? So much better.
Rubbing his jaw, Eddie nods. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, we can do that." He gestures for you to follow him to his room, which you do. "My phone, or yours?"
You contemplate, "Yours. It'll sting more coming from you."
Eddie nods, setting his phone on a surface close to the bed and setting up the right angle. "So, clothes already off, clothes on? Anything definitely off the table, or on it?"
"Clothes off, I want it to pack a punch the moment he hits play," you direct, and Eddie nods, throwing his shirt off. You knew there was more ink beyond his forearms, you'd seen little peekaboo moments of the artwork adorning his body, but seeing them all out in the open, as though he's an open sketchbook, captivates you. He's obviously watching you stare at each one as he smugly swivels himself around to show you all of them at all angles. You continue, "Um, how do you feel about… Not wearing - I promise, the video will stop before any completion happens, I'm not here to get knocked up or anything," you quickly explain, to Eddie's amusement.
"Yeah, I'll fuck you raw." Something about the way he casually purrs that as a smirk tugs at the left corner of his lips sends a buzz through your nervous system that settles at your core. "Anything else?"
"Um… He never really liked… Going dow-"
"Oh my god, of course he didn't," Eddie interrupts. "But he'd have you -?" You nod. "Disgraceful."
"And even though I would always ask him to, he wouldn’t talk dirty to me. So maybe if he saw that in action?"
"Oh, fuck yes, doll, you are speaking my language," Eddie grins. "We talking praise, degrading, narration? How rough do you want me?"
"Honestly, go nuts. I'm all good for all of it. In terms of the talk… I'm good with any as long as it's not humiliating me, but the more possessive, the better."
"Hmmm, you better get those clothes off and that camera started, baby, or else I might get ahead of myself." Eddie shuffles out of his jeans and palms himself over his boxers as he watches you strip to your underwear with great intent.
You both silently agree to strip down your last layer at the same time, getting all of the awkwardness out of the way. You're in awe of his cock, stood of its own accord even before he starts stroking himself at the sight of you. You chew your lower lip as you watch in fascination and he grins, "You gonna at least hit record before I end up coming all over my hand?"
You hop onto Eddie's bed, feet swinging above the floor as you ask, "Where do you want me, Mr Director?"
Eddie glances over at his phone screen, smirks, and taps it before striding over to you, pulling you into position by your legs, and throwing one over his shoulder. Pushing the other one out, you realise to get a good angle of it for the camera, he sweeps his hair to one side and makes quick work of snaking his tongue inside of you.
Your fingers card through his hair and grip tightly, and he hums with approval against your core as his nose nuzzles at your clit. "Is that good, baby?" he purrs between licks, and you nod. He surfaces, shaking his head. "Use your words, sweet thing."
You swallow hard. "Y-yeah, so good."
"Mmm, that's my good girl, doing as she's told, c'mere," he grips your thighs tightly as he laps back and forth at your clit. You sit yourself up at an angle to watch him yourself, the way he looks so lustfully as he goes to town on you. He blindly holds his hand up to you, wiggling two fingers specifically, and you take his wrist to aim them into your mouth. He moans as you suckle and lick his fingers, "Oh, fuck yeah, such an obedient little slut. Taste so good, and so good with your mouth, fuck, I can't wait to wear you around my fucking cock."
You whine, "Please?"
He chuckles, "Patience, sweetheart. I've a feeling you need to get stretched out before you can take me."
"You're so big," you moan wistfully as you fall back onto your elbows, and you feel Eddie's toothy grin press against you as he angles himself enough to slide two long fingers inside of you. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your hand grips his hair tighter and he moans delightfully around you. "Fuck, Eddie, feel so good, I can't - I need to -"
Eddie resurfaces to rest his head against your thigh, gently sinking his fingers into you and stretching them apart before pulling them out to do the same thing over and over again. "So soon, baby?" he croons. "Getting your sweet little cunt eaten gets you this fired up?" You nod, and while Eddie wants to scold you again for not speaking, he's enamoured by the face you make when you're turned on. Eyes half-lidded, lips shiny and just-parted, chest heaving. He hasn't even played with your tits, yet. Fuck, he's barely gotten started with you and you're already a mess under his hand.
"Please?" is all you can think to say as his fingers curl inside you, making you mewl out loudly.
"Fussy girl wants to come already?" he asks in that crooning voice again, and you nod. Eddie pulls away from you entirely, grinning at your despair, and gets up to straddle you from behind, pressing an oddly gentle kiss to your forehead as he does so. Once he's sat with his legs draped either side of you and his chest flush against your back, he takes one of your breasts into his hand to massage it as the other hand reaches down to rub fast, deliberate circles against your clit. His lips press kisses all along your throat as you cry out for him. His voice is low, breathy, but still loud enough to be recorded as he asks, "Fuck, yes, who do you belong to, huh?"
"You, Eddie," you moan, turning your head to try and face him as you say it, feeling your orgasm start to build faster than you've ever been able to muster yourself.
"Mmm, and who does this pussy belong to?" he asks before sucking a big, dark bruise onto the base of your neck. He feels your neck start to crane again and hums an uh-uh against your skin, pulling his head up to purr into your ear, "Don't tell me, baby." He pulls his hand away from teasing at your nipples to squeeze your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, pushing your face around until you're facing his phone. "Tell him."
You look down the camera lens, moaning as Eddie sucks on your earlobe, the hand on your face now sliding down to wrap around your throat as the fingers on your clit work it faster. "It's all - shit, my pussy's all yours, Eddie. No- Nobody else makes it feel - this good, not even me, please," you falter into a plea at the end as you feel the crescendo looming.
"Damn right she belongs to me, and she wants me so bad, doesn't she?" His hand leaves your clit momentarily to dip down and coat his fingers in your thick juices. When he brings them up to your lips, the hand that had been so gently pushing against the pressure points in your throat falls to resume working your clit as you once again suck on his fingers. "Look at her, she's crying out for me, so desperate for it, can't wait to - to squeeze herself all over my thick cock as I fuck you the way you deserve, right? The way I've wanted to since I first saw you?" You make a small noise of intrigue around his fingers and Eddie chuckles, "That's right, sweetheart, but that's not why we're here, is it? We're here so you can come for me without me even needing to be inside you, aren't we? You're gonna show him what you really look like when you're satisfied, aren’t you?"
Still looking at Eddie's phone, your walls clench over absolutely nothing as your climax finally washes over you. Eddie continues to kiss and suck across your neck as he slows his attack on your clit and pushes the fingers in your mouth gently in and out as they muffle your moans.
"Fuck, yes, baby," he groans into your ear, "that was incredible."
Pulling down on his wrists until his fingers leave your mouth with a satisfying pop that you really hope the mic picked up, you lean back against Eddie and reach up to play with his hair. "Wanna watch me suck you off, now?" You ask with a coy grin.
Eddie bites his lip, "Any other time, absolutely. But right now, I need you sat on my dick and facing me so I can watch that pretty little face of yours as I make you cum over and over again. Why should he get all the fun of seeing that, huh?"
You squirm as you move yourself around to straddle him, pressing your forehead to his and mumbling, "You really ought to keep the dirty talk more believable, you know."
He frowns as his arms slide up and down your sides, cradling you, "You doubt my talents, sweetheart? You wound me."
"It takes an awful lot for me to get there, usually," you admit quietly, "even once."
"And look at you now," he smirks at the same volume. "Ready for me?" he asks as he reaches between you both to angle his cock away from where it rests against his torso. You nod eagerly, hovering up onto your knees and moving with him. Slightly louder, he grins, "I didn't hear you, ba- oh my fuck," he groans out as you sink down onto him without warning. "Oh, fussy girl can't wait, huh? God, you're fucking loving this dick, arent you, baby, huh?" he croons as he watches your face contort with pleasure as you lower yourself further and further until you're sat with him fully inside you.
With his arms wrapped tightly around you, and your hands on his shoulders to keep you in place, he leans in to kiss you openly, his tongue instantly seeking yours. You grind yourself against him while he's buried in you, moaning into the kiss at the feeling. "Fu-uuuck, Eddie," you moan. "Tell - tell me more - first time you saw -"
"Mmm, the first time I saw you?" he asks, reaching down between you again to rub your clit in gentle circles. "You walked in with him. Wearing a cute little dress, but you had a shirt on under it so I missed out on these," he gropes at your breasts. "Hmm, but fuck, I wanted you to stay. Wanted that cute little mouth sucking me off while he played just across the table. Wanted to feel that cute little ass of yours as I bent you over the table and fucking railed you."
You whine, "You wou- you'd fuck my ass?"
Eddie lets out his loudest moan yet, bucking up further into you. "Fuck, I didn't mean that, but if you'd let me, baby, any day of the fucking week. But I gotta take care of my pussy first, don't I? She's being so good to me," he purrs as he fucks you deeper. "I think - we've put on enough of a show, don't you?" he asks as he blindly reaches for his phone, angling it at both of your faces. "I don't think he deserves to watch you come over my dick. Say goodbye, sweetheart."
You look at the camera, smile coyly and turn to Eddie to lean in and bite his lower lip, both of you chorusing low chuckles to each other as he cranes his phone around to hit the stop button.
Reality crashes down on you as you realise it's all over now. That video was the reason you showed up. That was what he agreed to do. He notices your hesitation as he throws his phone aside and quickly swings you both around so that you now lay beneath him. You'd been so focused on making a good sex tape, you had barely paid attention to Eddie himself until now. Eyes blown black, his hair and his guitar pick chain dangling between the two of you, a light sheen of sweat showing against his dark ink. But by far the hottest thing of all about him was the sheer, primal hunger in his gaze.
"I hope you didn't think we were done yet, princess," he coos. "Now I get to really focus on you."
Not letting his gaze leave yours, he aims his cock inside of you once again, taking your hands in his and interlocking your fingers before fucking into you deeply.
Your back arches as he fills you, and you moan his name, to his delight. Before long, you're begging and whining again, your fingers clenching tighter against his. "Gonna come for me, baby? Fuck, tell me again, who owns you?"
"You - you do, Eddie," you moan, your hips squirming beneath him.
"Damn right, I do. Just like I said, I'll make you come over and over again. Do it, baby, come for me."
That euphoric feeling returns, but tenfold as you feel yourself tighten around his member. He slides it in and out of you gently as you work through your climax, but it's short lived as he climbs further onto the bed to line himself up with your chest, wrapping a wide, rough hand around his cock as he pumps it, sending warm spurts of thick cum flying against your breasts as he throws his head back and moans gutturally.
Looking down at yourself, then back up at him, you ask, exhausted, "G'me y'r phone, please."
He slowly hands it to you, confused, and you get up to kneel on the bed right in front of him, taking one of his hands and holding it up to your throat until he gets the hint to hold onto it himself, and then doing the same for the other arm, guiding it between your legs.
You swipe onto his camera, flip it to the front one, and set the phone down so that it only starts showing from your nose downwards, making sure that the bruises on your neck, and the cum on your chest aren't obscured. Setting a timer, you smile slyly as one photo takes. You take another with you biting your lip, and Eddie gets in on making sure you take one where he's kissing your neck amongst the hickey.
But Eddie lets go of your throat for a moment to switch the camera back to video mode, mutter in your ear, "You keep this right here, 'kay, baby?" and hit record right as the hand between your legs once again starts rubbing your clit with a lot more fervor than before.
Just as the timer starts recording, Eddie's grip around your throat tightens and you cry out silently, just about managing to squeak out a, "S-so - sensi- so much."
"I know it's sensitive, baby, that just means it'll be quick," Eddie promises, keeping his lips close to your ear, still in shot of the camera. "But I promised you, didn't I?" He drags two fingers across your drenched thighs, "After you already came for me, I promised it would happen again," he wipes one finger against your lower lip, "and again," he adds as he wipes the other there, too.
You groan, "Fuck, don't know - 'f I c'n take-"
Eddie shushes you, "Of course you can, baby. Your pussy's mine now, remember? And I already know her so well. Fuck, I can't wait to give you so much more. Did you mean it, sweetheart, when you asked me to fuck you in the ass someday?" You nod desperately, whining and keening against his touches. "Good, because I most certainly plan on having a lot of fun with my new cocksleeve. Have you be my new favourite after-gig tradition, where I get to go offstage and fill all your holes." You squirm against him, grinding your bare ass against him. "Mmm, afraid I'm not quite the free-use fucktoy you are, doll, that's not gonna work on me just yet," he drawls.
"Ple-ease, need to need, fuck -"
"What's that, baby? You need to come again? Oh, but I thought it was so hard to get you there. Remember that when I send you this video and you watch it back, okay, sweetheart? Remember who makes you feel this good. Remember who fucking owns you."
"'s you, Eddie, fuck, I'm -" you scream out in ecstasy as a third orgasm travels entirely across your nervous system, filling your entire body with a high like you've never experienced before. With a grin, Eddie leans over to once again stop his recording and gently lay you down onto his bed.
"Stay right here, okay, doll? Gonna get you all cleaned up."
You nod, mumbling, "Don't think - I can go anywhere else anyway."
Eddie chuckles under his breath, moving to kiss your forehead and then your lips before making his way to the bathroom.
He returns moments later with several warm, damp washcloths and fresh towels, and takes great care in mopping up your thighs and your chest, in major contrast from the Eddie you'd just experienced.
Once you're clean, he lays himself to curl up next to you on the bed and pull you in to spoon him, pulling his pillows down to where the two of you lay in the centre of the bed so he could place one under your head. You hum in happiness as he presses kisses to your shoulder. "You were fucking amazing, back there, sweetheart. A goddamn natural."
"Having such a good co-star certainly helped," you smirk back.
"An', y'know. I don't want to put any pressure on you, 'cause what you're going through is a whole thing, but you know most of that was just talk for the camera, and that I see you as way more than a fucktoy, right?"
You pout, "So I'm not gonna be?"
He chuckles, kissing between your shoulder blades. "I didn't say that, did I? Just that… This is casual, and awesome, but I don't want you to think that I only did this to have sex. I did it to have it with you. And I'm down to be… Friends with benefits, fuck buddies, a rebound, whatever it is you need. 'Kay?"
You squeeze his arm around you a little tighter in thanks. You know you're certainly not ready for any kind of relationship again just yet. But who's to say that you can't have fun in the meantime? Maybe this goes further. Maybe it doesn't. All you know is, as you watch with glee as you watch Eddie send the first video to your ex, and then set his favourite of the photos you took as his home screen, you definitely made the right choice tonight.
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She's proud.
Eddie munson x reader
Summary: short but sweet Wayne watching you and Eddie over the years. The upside down doesn't exist in this.
1983-
Eddie invited a girl he liked to his house to hang out. Wayne walked past his nephews room and peeked in checking nothing was going on. Wayne was met with his nephew and the girl who's name he didn't know sat awkwardly in the edge of Eddie's bed. He chuckled to himself and went to the bathroom.
1984-
Wayne was walking to the bathroom and saw Eddie's door open so he peeked in knowing you was over making sure you was both OK. You were Eddie's girlfriend and had been over a lot. Before he could speak he saw you laying on your side asleep and Eddie laying practically on top of you also asleep. He smiled and went to the bathroom.
1985-
Wayne heard a racket coming from Eddie's room, so he decided to go see what it was. You had graduated. Eddie had not. Yet you two were still together. When Wayne opened eddies door, he was met with you and Eddie Pillow fighting. You stood on his bed. Eddie stood next to the bed. Eddie dived taking you down to the bed, and he kissed you. Wayne closed the door and laughed, going back to the living room.
1986-
Wayne looked into his nephews room and saw the boxes piled as you both were taking them out to Eddie's van. You and Eddie found an apartment to rent off of a friend of Wayne's and took it immediately. Wayne smiled to himself looking to where Eddie's bed used to be to see you and Eddie stood your arms wrapped around one and other. Eddie looked at Wayne and smiled before you let eachother go and continued moving boxes.
1987-
Wayne was helping you, and Eddie at your apartment as you'd just got married and as there wasn't many people you had the after party there. He was helping throw trash away as you were just married. Eddie came walking out of the bathroom in his boxers and tee shirt before starting to help Wayne tidy.
Moments later you joined them on the cleaning mission. Not only were you wearing your matching wedding band with Eddie but also his tee shirt and his guitar pick necklace. Wayne glanced between the both of you as you looked at eachother with lovesick smiles as Eddie kisses you. You scrunch your face and mumble something to which Eddie pretends to be hurt by grabbing his chest.
You lean over and kiss him as he smiles finishing tidying up.
1988-
Wayne walks into your apartment seeing you stood in the kitchen and Eddie in the living room. He walks into the living room and sees Eddie standing bouncing his 5 day old daughter. "You did it." Wayne says, sitting on the couch. Eddie looks at his uncle, confused then to you as you enter the living room with a shrug.
You sit on the couch aswell also looking at Wayne confused. "When Eddie was around 11 he told me he never wanted a girlfriend let alone a wife and kids. When he met you he wanted that and more. Here he is stood bouncing you twos baby in your apartment married to you." Wayne says leaning back.
Eddie remembers the conversation between him and Wayne and smiles glancing down at his daughter. "And its like you said to me you say that now but you'll meet someone who will change that. Hate to say it but I suppose you was right." Eddie says eith an eye roll.
"You admitting to being wrong will always be funny to me you child." You say handing Wayne his coffee. Eddie passes you your daughter and sits next to you wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Wayne looks at the two of you and smiles again.
Both looking at your daughter. Both wearing wedding rings. Eddie glancing at you and smiling and occasionally kissing your head. Wayne thinks back to when you was both sat awkwardly on Eddie's bed.
"You know y/n when you left after the first time you came to the trailer Eddie wouldn't stop rambling about how embarrassed he was because held your hand and his hand was all sweaty and he thought he'd never see you again." Wayne says with a smirk looking Eddie dead in the eyes as his jaw goes slack.
"I hate you so much. I told you that in secret. Can't believe my own uncle would betray me like that." Eddie says mouth still agape starring at wayne.
"Your telling me out of everything I already know about you that embarrasses you. Eddie were married for fucks sake and that embarrasses you not that fact you decided it was a good time to take a dump while I was showering that." You say starring at your husband.
"Number one, we had just started talking n I had this big crush on you I thought I'd messed up so yes Mt teenager acts embarrass me. Number two why are you both spilling my secrets fuck me." HE says throwing his head back. You giggle and kiss his jaw.
Wayne smiles looking at the two of you seeing how Eddie's grown. How you've grown together. He's never been prouder.
Hours later you had gone to you and Eddie's bedroom to feed your daughter. Eddie seeing Wayne out. "By the way Ed?" Wayne says before he leaves ans Eddie glances up at him. "Your mother is so proud of you right now." HE says smiling at Eddie.
Eddie smiles at wayne and Nods. "You think?" He says raising his eyebrows.
"I know." Wayne says before leaving.
Eddie walks to your bedroom to see your daughter feeding of you and you glance at him. "He's right." You say. "HUH?" Eddie says confused.
"Your mom is so fucking proud of you." You says quietly. Eddie crawls next to you and kisses you. "I love you so fucking much." Eddie says putting his forehead on yours.
"I love you so fucking much too." You says kissing him again. Eddie looks at his daughter and rests his head on your shoulder.
This was all Eddie needed right here. His daughter and his wife. What he never thought could happen to him did. Nothing could ruin him. Not the bully's from Hawkins High, not his dad, not what people think of him. The only people who matter are sat on his bed with him. He kisses you again taking you by surprise this time and you smile at eachother.
You were Mr, Mrs and mini munson.
And Wayne ofcourse
<3.
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Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
A Valentine’s Eddie Munson 5+1 fic
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x gn!reader, Eddie Munson x masc!reader, Eddie Munson x you
Summary: The Valentines 5+1 that nobody asked for (not even me 😆) Five times you get to give Eddie a kiss, and one time he kisses you back
W/C: ~2.1k
C/W: SFW, FLUFF. Kissing, a pet name. This is pure fluff, but my blog is generally 18+ so I’d prefer it if you were over 18. Reader wears lipgloss. Reader and Eddie are both over 18. Inspired by this supersweet fic by @hellfirenacht which I hope it’s okay for me to mention! I wasn’t planning to write for Valentine’s, but here we are, so thanks for the inspo. Also, I should probably mention at this point that I have no idea how candygrams actually work 🫣
To anyone looking from the outside, you’re a preppy honours student, but you have a dark and curious side. You’re usually all pressed shirts, woven fabrics and tweed, but you’ve sometimes been known to wear those starched shirts pulled a little too tight, and you occasionally add a chain belt or some chunky boots.
You don’t tell anyone that on the weekends you like to experiment with heavy eyeliner and leather accessories. Or that you’ve been spending a lot of time recently staring at one fellow student in particular a little more than is absolutely polite.
So when you accidentally overhear a private conversation about a certain metalhead, and the opportunity for helping out with the school’s annual Valentine's fundraiser presents itself, you sign up as fast as you can.
Once a year the school allows students to organise cards and candygrams to be sent around for Valentine’s Day. It lasts the full school week, and the premise is fairly simple. The pink and red fliers have been floating around for weeks already, declaring:
MONDAY Send a lipstick kiss on a heart shaped card $1 TUESDAY Add a lollipop $2 WEDNESDAY Send a card and blow them a kiss! $3 THURSDAY Send a card, plus a kiss on the cheek! $4 FRIDAY For when you’re really serious! Send them a card, and a kiss on the lips! $5 Sign Up In The Cafeteria!
Only the week before, Eddie Munson had been on a tirade in the lunchroom about the commercialisation of human affection, and the unrealistic expectations of binary, monogamous relationships.
You think perhaps he shouldn’t be one to talk, given the content of that conversation that you eavesdropped on involves Eddie's band mates knowing he’s never been kissed. They’ve pooled their resources and plan to surprise him during Valentine’s week.
Everything’s anonymously ordered, so no one knows who’s sending things. And you’ve finagled a position on the volunteering committee that allows you to choose which volunteers deliver which messages. Handy.
You’ve also invested in a new red-tinted, strawberry flavour lipgloss. It’s all going well so far. The only thing you can’t predict is whether or not Eddie Munson likes strawberries…
Monday comes around quickly. Kisses on cards day. Quite a few have been ordered and there are lots to get delivered around the various classes, so there’s four of you from the fundraising committee delivering them to his class.
Thanks to your position on the committee, you know it’s your lipgloss on Eddie’s card. When you sidle past his desk to deliver it to him you watch him pull back slightly, his eyes open wide, shocked that anyone would send him anything. You guess he’s more used to pranks and jokes than any genuine affection, and it hurts your heart.
You want to give him a hint as to whose kiss is on his card. Trying to be as subtle as you can, and making sure he’s watching you, you catch his eye and bite the side of your lower lip ever so slightly. It puffs your lips out a bit and you see his attention is drawn to your mouth. Success?
There’s a general clamour in the class as recipients and observers alike wave their cards and ponder the potential senders, but Eddie’s quiet for once. He’s tentatively running his fingers over the edge of the card, not picking it up or pulling it towards him, treating it like it’s a potential threat. Just before your group leaves to attend another class, you see him subtly runs his fingertips over the shiny stain.
You don’t know it but later, when he’s alone, he brings the card up to his face to get a closer look at that lipgloss kiss, and he swears he can smell strawberries…
Tuesday means lollipop day. You and your fellow volunteers have more cards to deliver, this time accompanied by little heart shaped candies on sticks. Again, quite a few get delivered, and again, you make sure you’ve got Eddie’s.
As you enter his classroom for the second day in a row, your face is coy and you give him a little smirk. You make your way around the class, distributing cards and candies.
To Eddie’s ongoing surprise, you stop in front of his desk again. As you hand Eddie his card, there are a couple of whoops and hollers from his friends behind him. It’s not part of the deal, but you can’t resist, and before you pass Eddie’s candy to him you press one flat side of the lollipop to your lips, handing it over quickly afterwards, saying, “Enjoy your candy, Eddie.”
Wednesday - blow a kiss day. There’s fewer orders for this service, so only two of you today. You blow a couple of short kisses to others in the room, making it quick and perfunctory.
Again, Eddie’s shocked when you stop in front of his desk, seeming to look to each side of him in an attempt to work out whether you’ve really chosen him again. You pass him his third card, and when you blow Eddie his kiss, it’s slow and seductive, your lips pursing and smacking against your fingers, and you blow across them long and slow, making sure your breath reaches his face.
His classmates erupt, and Eddie’s certain he smells strawberries again…
Thursday. Kiss on the cheek day.
There are fewer orders today, and you're the only volunteer delivering to Eddie’s class. It’s a little awkward and you feel very ‘on show’, but as soon as you see Eddie is in class your desire to put your plan into action overrides any awkwardness.
You give one girl a peck on the cheek, she’s cute and blushes before saying a quiet, “Thank you.”
A jock on the other side of the room is next. He’s less gallant and tries to turn his head at the last moment, but you’re wise to such tricks and he doesn’t get the lip contact he wants, earning you a scowl from him and a round of applause from his cronies.
You can see Eddie’s friends almost vibrating with excitement as you turn and step towards him.
His cheeks flush and he squirms as he realises you’re stopping next to his desk. Again.
You try to reassure him, and say quietly, so almost no one else can hear, “Don’t worry, Eddie. I’ll be gentle with you.”
You bend at the waist, puckering your lips and slowly bringing them to his soft, milky white skin. You plant a slow, strawberry-scented peck to the side of his face, leaving a shimmering red stain just next to where you know your favourite dimple resides.
He turns almost the colour of your lipgloss, and the cheers of his classmates serenade you as you smile to yourself and leave the class for another day.
Friday - kiss day!
You’re thrilled that you’ve managed to wrangle everything so that you get to do a ‘five dollar’ delivery with Eddie. Your planning couldn’t have gone better.
You’re more excited than you would ever admit, a heat collecting in your belly as you try to walk as calmly as you can to his classroom.
He’s the only recipient today, making this a really big deal in front of the entire class.
There’s a couple of whistles and yelps as you enter, some of his classmates clearly aware of what’s to come.
You decide to tease the rest of the class a little, walking around the desks for effect, as everyone’s wondering who it’s going to be.
Eventually, you stop in front of Eddie’s desk. His friends are yelping the loudest, but the whole class is emitting a low chorus of ‘oooooooh’s.
Eddie holds his hands up, palms out in front of him, and, giving you - and, you suspect, him - an out, he mumbles quietly,
“Whoa. You know you don’t have to do this, right?”
He starts stuttering something about the patriarchy and antiquated societal notions of romantic expectations and subservience, but you’re barely listening, your concentration fully focused on his lips, practically salivating at the thought of finally getting close to those delicious, plump, pink pillows.
You give him what you hope is a reassuring and soft smile as you clasp your hands behind your back and begin to lean forwards.
Eddie leans back as you move. It must look comical to the outside observers as you lean in, eyes closed and lip pursed, as he moves backwards at the same rate, eyes as wide as saucers and doing a great impersonation of a rabbit in headlights.
Eventually, his back against his chair and his chin pulled down as far as it will go, he has nowhere left to run.
You keep leaning forward, the fronts of your thighs connecting with his desk helping to stabilise you.
Feeling your nose gently bump his, you turn your head almost imperceptibly and continue forwards, allowing them to slide past each other.
Your lips finally connect.
A tiny amount at first, barely touching, you feel your lower lip press against his, and then your upper.
His mouth is warm, his lips velvety and soft, not chapped and rough like some others.
It feels so good.
You press forwards a little more, connecting more of your flesh with his.
The whoops, hollers and whistles from the classmates fade from your hearing. You do however hear a tiny whimper from the boy in front of you, and you don’t know it but he’s closed his eyes.
You stay like this for a moment, you enjoying the sensation you’ve been dreaming about for weeks, Eddie sitting stiffly in front of you.
But then, with a soft moan that only you can hear, you feel Eddie’s lips relax and purse, and suddenly he’s kissing you back, gently and subtly, your lips moving in harmony, hot breaths mingling and surrounding you in a warm cloud.
After what feels like a delicious eternity, you hear the teacher loudly clearing their throat behind you, and you realise your time is more than up.
Although it’s probably only been about five seconds, it feels like it was long enough for your whole world to tip on its axis and stop spinning.
Reluctantly, you break the kiss and slowly stand back up, rolling your lower lip inwards a little and feeling your cheeks, and other areas, heating.
Behind him, Eddie gets slapped on the back by Jeff and Dougie, and Gareth is clapping loudly and shouting affirmations.
The room has erupted into a clamouring, yelling mess of applause, but neither you nor Eddie are paying much attention.
His lips roll inwards too, and the very tip of his pink tongue peeps out as if to taste you.
He gifts you an incredulous half smile, that dimple you love so much almost making an appearance.
You back away, bashfully, spinning on your heel before you turn back, almost forgetting the final part of your job, and add,
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie.”
It’s the end of the week, and you’re in the parking lot after school. You’re standing with a gaggle of other volunteers, laughing, giggling, discussing how well the fundraising has gone, exchanging horror stories of some really bad kisses, and one person even trying to shove their tongue in.
Eddie waits until you’re on your own, heading to your car.
He steps beside you just as you reach your door.
“Hey, Candy.”
You turn, leaning back against your car, and you can’t help but smirk at the cheesy nickname.
“Hey, Eddie. Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?”
“Uh, yeah. I did, actually. Thanks to a certain someone. I mean, I know you can’t tell me who sent my gifts, kisser-client confidentiality and all that. But, I just wanted to say thanks.”
Your belly flips. He continues, waving a hand nonchalantly,
“You know, for all your hard work. With the fundraising, I mean.”
“Oh right, of course.”
For a moment you’re disheartened. You thought he might mean something else.
But then he steps closer, into your personal space, one of his large boots slotting between your pumps.
“I’d like to know if I could, uh, make another donation? How many kisses can I get for, say, twenty dollars?”
His warm, broad hands come up to ever so gently cup your cheeks, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones and his eyes flitting between your eyes and your mouth.
Your breathing stops as his face moves towards yours.
He pauses, and looks into your eyes one more time, as if waiting for your permission. When you hold his gaze and smile slightly, he moves his mouth until it’s over yours, slowly, gently connecting your lips again. It’s soft, sweet, delicious.
Unexpectedly, you feel the tip of his tongue gently skimming across your glossed lips, but you willingly part them to allow him access.
His tongue pushes past your lips and enters your mouth, slow, tentative, gentle. You hear him moan slightly again, and feel the vibrations against your lips.
Your tongue comes to meet his, your lips and tongues sliding comfortably and dancing together. It’s in the oh-so-romantic situation of the parking lot, but neither of you care.
You reach to grab at his belt loops, pulling his hips flush against yours, just as he breaks the kiss and looks at you, smiling. His lips are glossy and glittering with your lipgloss, and you both smell of strawberries.
You like it.
Breathily, you smile at him, as your arms come up to hook around the back of his neck, and say, just before he leans down for another kiss,
“For you, Eddie? There's no charge…”
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Feelin Funny | Eddie Munson
Summary :: Eddie, your drug dealer, comes and picks you up from a party when you smoke something different.
Warnings/Tags :: gn!reader, though nickname sweetheart is used, reader smokes weed, mentions of laced drugs, mentions of drugs obvi
“Eddie?”
The sound of your small, slightly slurred voice over the crackling sound of Eddie’s landline has him fisting at his eyes with little care, trying his best to wake completely to comprehend you.
“Yeah?” His voice is croaky and drenched in sleep, so he clears his throat to repeat himself, “Y/N? You okay?”
He hears a little ruffling and then a loud crack like you’d drop the receiver. He then hears a few shits and fucks, followed by your voice again, a little clearer than last, “Where are you?”
He laughs a little. Obviously, he was at home, you had called his home phone. But then he becomes a little worried, “At home, sweetheart. Why you calling? It’s 1am.”
Not that he had it in him to mind, he welcomed it in fact. He loved when you called, even though it was rare, usually when you wanted to score or when you’d want to come over for something. You were his favourite person he sold drugs to, but a 1am call? That had never happened before.
“I’m at this party,” You mumble through a hiccup, “I smoked something and I…” You trail off and Eddie can feel his heart pickup in its cage.
“What’d you smoke?” Eddie clutches the black telephone cord in his hand, twirling it around his fingers anxiously.
“Jus’ weed.” More hiccuping, “I feel really funny though. Not like usual. Feel dizzy.”
“You drink anything?” Eddie knows all too well what happens if you drink any alcohol before smoking. It was a rule you probably shouldn’t break.
“No,” You mumble a reply, “Can you come get me? I’m r-really tired and the people here are weird.”
Eddie pushes himself up off the wall, wedging the receiver between his ear and shoulder and moves to toe his shoes on, “Where are you, Y/N?”
You ramble off an address as Eddie fishes for his keys from the bowl on the table by the door, cursing when he fumbles and drops them to the floor, "Shit, okay, Y/N. I'll be there in five. Just go find a bathroom and sit down. Okay?"
He hears you mumble something that sounds like okay, before the piercing sound of the hang-up dial tone is ringing down the line. He curses, letting the receiver fall from his hand and weakly spring back towards the wall before he's rushing out to his van.
Eddie arrives on the street you gave him, the party not hard to find throughout the small number of houses cluttering the cul-de-sac. He parks his van, almost halfway up the curb, slamming his door behind him as he stalks up the path.
A range of technicolour lights spew from the house's windows, plastic cups and a discarded deck of cards litter the front lawn and he struggles to hear himself think when he walks through the door. The smell of stale beer and sour tequila welcomes him when he pushes past a group of people in the front hallway. He's thankful that the party is clearly too busy for anyone to question why he's there.
Which allows him to look for you without any interruptions. The first bathroom he stumbles across, you're not there. He's too anxious to find you to even think about what he did find in there, however.
Lucky for him, he finds you in the next. You're sat on the lidded toilet, elbow propped on the basin beside you, head resting in your palm. You're half slumped over, eyes flittering to keep yourself awake.
He walks over to you, kneeling down at your feet, his hands coming to rest on your bare knees. "Hey," Eddie whispers, squeezing the flesh of your thighs.
"Hey," You echo, sitting up against the cold ceramic of the toilet, eyes struggling to stay open. "Eds." You mumble.
Eddie would've found the nickname endearing if the state of you didn't have him a worrying mess, "Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?"
You do, a funny smile against your lips. A great juxtaposition to the ghost of a frown across your eyebrows, "Feelin' funny, Eddie." You whine, leaning forward to dip your head under his chin to lean against his chest.
"Did someone give you something? Something that wasn't pot?" Eddie knows you don't take any other drugs. You only ever came to him for weed. He also knows that with the way you're acting, it definitely wasn't from anything milder than that.
"No, only smoked a joint." You hiccup, resting your hands atop his own to squeeze them. He turns them palm up, allowing you to entangle your fingers through his.
Eddie thinks maybe your joint was laced with something. And when you suddenly turn to throw up in the bathtub, a wretched sound erupting from your chest as you splutter and cough. He knows it definitely was.
"Fuck," He murmurs, standing behind you to hold your hair behind your shoulders as you throw up again, gripping the edge of the tub. You wipe at the corner of your mouth, straightening your back to lean back against his thighs.
"You gonna go again?" Eddie asks, tucking your hair behind your ears. Moving to cup your cheeks with his hands, your skin white hot under his touch. He frowns when you shiver against him.
"No," You sniffle. "Can you take me home, Eds?"
"Course." Eddie mumbles, helping you to your feet, arms situated under your armpits as you find your footing against cold black and white tiles. He moves to pinch your nose clean, wiping the mess on his shirt, hooking his arm around your torso to hold you to his side and help you out to his van.
You're slightly staggering when you're moving throughout the house, mumbling something about how thankful you are that your favourite drug dealer has come to help you out. It's only because you're so out of it, and desperately needing his help to stand on two feet, that he fights the urge to walk around the party and find out who gave you the weed in the first place.
When he stops momentarily to look at a guy in the corner of the sitting room with a tin like his, more full of tiny white-powdered bags than it is weed, you're pulling on his pyjama shirt to get him to hurry up.
"Eds, c'mon."
"Yeah, sorry bub."
He finally gets you into his van, clipping you into the passenger seat. He makes sure you're comfortable and as soon as he shuts your door, you're curling up, resting your head against the cold glass of the window.
The trip to your house is thankfully a quick one and when he looks over to see you shivering against the leather of his seat, he's sure to make it even quicker. He's pulling up your drive in record timing, moving around to your door to help you out.
Your footing is much more stable than last as he helps you manoeuvre through your house. Even though it's one you could probably do with your eyes closed, you bump into chairs and bookcases as you beeline for your bedroom. Eddie winces when you bang your hip into a table corner. You, on the other hand, seem to not even feel it. You were sure to in the morning, though.
Eddie steers you up the stairs, holding his breath when you almost lose your balance. He's confused about how you can still stumble around even though he has his arms firmly situated around you.
He finally gets to your room, sitting you firmly down on your bed. You look up at him with droopy eyes and a lopsided smile and he feels his breath catch in his throat, "You okay? Not gonna throw up again?"
"No, feelin' 'bit better." You yawn, fisting at your eyes with little care, "Wanna go to sleep, though."
"Sounds like an idea."
Eddie moves to your dresser, fumbling through drawers to find something that looked like pyjamas. He, himself, usually went for whatever clean shirt he could find and a pair of boxers, but he was sure that wouldn't do for you. He eventually found a pair of shorts and a matching shirt, glancing over his shoulder almost every ten seconds to make sure you were okay and hadn't passed out or fallen off the bed.
He stands back in front of you, clothes extended in his hand, "These do?" He chuckles.
You hum when he hands them to you and then you both pause, seemingly thinking the same thing, "Will you help?"
"Yeah."
He moves to pull your shirt off, not roughly but quick enough to not make you uncomfortable with him manhandling you, half naked and half inebriated. He pulls your pyjama shirt over your head, hair a mess when it ruffles over your face. He moves to brush it from your eyes, smiling when you look up at him over his hands.
He helps you into your pants, laughing when you grip the back of his thighs for purchase, almost falling back into the mattress.
He pulls back your covers and helps you under them, pulling them over your curled-up body. He moves to turn on your lamp and stops when you grab his hand, "Eddie?"
"Yeah?" He turns to look at you. You seem to be feeling better than earlier, though still looked tired. That was a given, he thinks.
"Thank you." You wrinkle your nose, pushing down into your pillow, "For coming to get me. It means a lot, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there."
"Hey, it's no big deal. Call me whenever you need anything. I'm there." He smiles softly, brushing the hair from your face, and thumbing the dark semi-circles under your eyes. He hopes you know what he means, even though you're still a little drowsy. Call me whenever you need anything, weed or not.
You lean into his touch, "I think picking up high customers is well beyond your pay grade." You laugh and he relaxes. Finally, he'd heard that stupidly cute noise for the first time that night. He knows you're definitely feeling better.
"Hey, you're not just some customer. We're friends, right?" He laughs.
"Oh, I'd hope so." You sigh, "You're definitely more than just my favourite drug dealer."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, favourite hair holder as well." You giggle. He laughs too, a soft, airy noise that makes your eyes flutter closed momentarily.
"You gonna be okay if I leave you here, hm?" Eddie asks.
"You can stay if you want." You smile, and Eddie thinks he can see a glimmer of hope behind your eyes.
"You sure?"
"Sure," You squeeze his hand, "Unless it's too late after hours? Too below your pay grade?" You smile.
"Way above." He laughs, toeing his shoes off at the edge of your bed, "Way, way above."
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MILF
Eddie Munson x Male Reader
cw: Explicit Language/Descriptions, Slurs
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“You smell that boys?” Jason Carver, Hawkins resident star athlete, the number one runner for prom king was making his rounds of the lunch room and had settled in behind the table that held the hellfire club with his team of lackies standing on either side of him.
“Smells like faggot, right? Or am I imagining things..” He stood there in his letterman jacket, arms crossed as his friends laughed. Egging him on to continue as the younger members of the DnD club kept their eyes down. Y/N had listened to them talk about their current for weeks now as he worked at the closest Academy store a few towns over that the school had contracted with to provide new equipment and uniforms, shoes and so on. Your manager had decided who better to make the trips back and forth to make the deliveries than their employee who also went to school there.
So every shift you worked you loaded up a couple boxes into your boyfriends van and the next day you’d have to brave the mens locker room and get the coaches signature letting your boss know the school had actually received what they paid for. Eddie despised it.
Even if nothing had happened to you, and you never told him what you heard Jason and the others talking about it was like he just knew. Chrissy and Eddie this, Eddie and Chrissy that. Carver must have been the most insecure man in the school, hell it was your boyfriend he was insinuating things about. Not that he would actually put his own girlfriends reputation down by saying he was worried they were fucking but why else would he be so hung up on the topic.
Y/N squeezed Eddie’s hand that he had been holding under the table before brushing their hands against his pants, motioning for him to break his grip. Eddie shot him a look and looked over their expression. You’d gotten an idea.
Clearing your throat you slowly stood up and the jocks took a couple steps away, you were very similar to Eddie in that you had to repeat the school year several times but the difference was that you were actually intentionally intimidating. Not just because you hung out with freaks but because you had no problems with getting into a fight to defend one, it was one of the main reasons Eddie had fallen for you in the first place, you didn’t run.
“I don’t know Carver, I think you must be mistaken.” Y/N turns around with a smirk as the blonde before him gave a huff and uncrossed his arms.
“Oh yeah? Why is that?”
“Oh, well..You know a couple of days ago when your mom called the house and you picked up?” Y/N had to use all his restraint to not laugh at the way Jason’s facial expression changed to that of confusion. You’d overheard him talking about him and Chrissy hanging out and watching a movie when his mother called the house telling him she wouldn’t be home until late. At the time he had been all for it, excited even that he might get more time to attempt to put the moves on his girl.
“How do you even…get to the fucking point—“
You took a couple steps forward in a pretend attempt to make it seem like you were trying to keep the conversation hush-hush, “You know that really nice restaurant, yeah? Pretty close to your house, the Italian place.” You licked your lips as if you were reminiscing about the night, clasping your hands together as you relayed the story. “I figured since your dad is outta town why the hell not go for it right?”
“How the fuck do you even know that my dad is—“
You held up your hand to cut him off, you weren’t even close to the climax of your story. “I’m getting there, patience Jason. Anyway, I took her out to a really amazing seafood dinner.” Jason’s friends brains seemed to be catching on a lot faster than his own, which was understandable. His mother was the wife of a Deacon, well liked and affluent in the community. It was like his brain had skipped a beat while trying to process what you were saying as you said it.
“And I mean, I treated her real good, like a goddamn princess. I know that’s probably what she’s used to and all but she deserves it having a piece of shit like you for a kid.” The entire lunchroom was now hyper focused on the one sided conversation taking place. You were now mentally thanking yourself for taking those three years of drama.
“You better..” Jason took a step forward and held his finger out towards you as he lowered his voice, looking to the side and noticing how many people were listening. “You better shut the fuck up right now L/N..” You chuckled lightly an turned on your heel before taking a step onto the plastic chair you had been sitting in earlier and then taking a stand on the table.
“You gotta hear the best part though Jason. So then after we were done, I took her back to my place and fucked the absolute shit outta your mom and she fuckin’ loved it!” You bent over as you raised your voice, finishing out the end of the sentence, you then imitated the movement with your hands in front of your lap as if you were gripping onto someone’s hips.
Jason was red in face as the room broke out into howling laughs, ‘oohs and ahhs’ echoing as his eyes never left your form standing in the table. Eddie looked up at you after turning away from Jason whose chest was rising and falling with heavy angry breaths. “Run.”
As he rushed to lunge at your legs and pull you off the table you quickly made your way off the other side, kicking Dustin’s tray off as you did so much to his dismay.
“Damn Jason! Selfish much? Did you think those tits were only for you to suck on?” You yelled as you stared him down from across the table. When he made his move to start running around one side you faked to the other end. Maybe if Andy and Chance hadn’t been so busy laughing their asses off they could have helped him out in blocking your route of escape.
Eddie was smacking the table with his fist as he had long since joined the others in laughing, you were pretty damn convincing in your performance. If he hadn’t made sure almost all of either of yours’ free time was spent fucking each other or doing literally anything else he might have actually believed that you’d gotten it on with Carvers mother.
“What? Don’t like the idea of me pounding away into her while you and Chrissy were snuggled up on the couch?” Jason might’ve had the upper hand in that he could continuously give chase, his stamina was unrivaled, but you felt decently confident that even if he did catch you and beat your ass that it would be one hundred percent worth it.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!”
“Honor thy father AND thy mother Jason! You don’t wanna make god angry right? Taking away her side piece and killing me seems like it would definitely send you straight to hell!” You cackled as you weaves back and forth through the lines of tables until you saw the double doors quickly approaching.
“Get think about that next time it’s past your bedtime and you’re all snuggled up in bed, she’s moaning my fuckin’ name in mine!” You kicked bricks out of there fast as hell, bumping into the basketball coach right as he was on his way into the cafeteria, not stopping for even a second to apologize to him.
Y/N was confident that he’d stop Jason in his tracks, and when that inevitable call of his name rang over the intercom asking them to report to the office he would already be long gone. His boyfriend wiped his hot face, the tears from his exuberant laughing smearing as he did. God he loved you. He loved you so fucking much, even if you’d finally decided to listen to him for once and run.
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Worlds Apart
(Yes the title is based on Separate Ways by Journey)
Summary: You and Eddie Munson had decided to keep your relationship a secret, but still, it was hard to keep his hands to himself when you wore your cheer uniform.
Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader
warning: a lil jealousy, moaning, neck kissing, lowkey nsfw? thigh grabbing, secret relationship.
It’s kinda short lol sorry
Word count: 1527
Enjoy!
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As you jumped up and down, your skirt flowing around your thighs as your pom-poms shaked in your hands as you smiled at the crowd.
It was just practice, but your outside practices always gathered a crowd, and you couldn’t say you minded. It was nice to see people getting excited to see you and your friends perform.
All the eyes being on you, watching with such intent. It made your heartbeat a little faster. More excited. You loved the cheering and praise you all got from the crowd, loving the way other little girls would try hard to follow your moves.
And yet, your eye’s searched for one person and one person only. Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson.
You couldn’t help but bite your lip out of nervousness, your eyes searching the crowd desperately.
And then, there he was. A bit behind the bleachers, but his eyes locked on you.
His eyes were only on you, only on your body, as if his eyes physically couldn’t look away.
You smiled at him, winking before you went into a heel stretch, your skirt flying up revealing your skin-tight shorts.
You knew exactly how much he loved your cheer skirt. For someone who hated the popular crowd, he sure did love your cheer uniform.
You saw him smile at you, his eyes traveling down your legs. He may have been trying to hid himself away from the crowd, but he stuck out like a sore thumb, and you loved it.
You and Eddie had been dating for over seven months now. And you still couldn’t believe it, the freak and the cheerleader, who would have thought? Certainly not you two, that's for sure. But, here you both were, dating and madly in love with each other.
You loved how dorky Eddie was, his nerdy and charismatic personality winning you over. Besides, you never liked jocks anyway.
And Eddie was so sweet to you. Always up for anything you wanted to do, always buying you anything your eyes would even glimpse at. He would always have a hand on you, on your thigh, your hand, your hair. He just loved touching you. Anything you wanted in this whole world, Eddie wouldn’t think twice before giving it to you.
God, Eddie Munson was going to be the death of you.
The one thing about your relationship was that it was secret. No one knew, no one.
Well, besides Eddie’s uncle.
You two had decided early on into the relationship that you two wanted to keep things only between you two. Not having it out in the open made you two feel safe and better about your relationship.
But now, now you wished so bad that you could show him off. Call him yours. Kiss him deeply in public. Feels his hands on you during class, oh how you would probably die if he felt you up during class-
“Y/N!” Chrissy Cunningham squealed excitedly, “That was a good practice! You did really good.”
You smiled at Chrissy, nodding your head, “Yeah totally! Oh my god Chriss you did so well!”
As you and Chrissy talked, you felt a hand on your shoulder, “Look at you two! You both did so well!”
Your shoulders couldn’t help but cringe as you felt Jasons' hands on you, but you smiled. “Thanks, Jason!”
Chrissy smiled at him as he snaked an arm around her, “So, what are you guys up to tonight? Patrick is throwing a party tonight. Y/N you should totally come! In fact, I know Patrick has had his eye on you for a while,” Jason winked at you as you mentally threw up.
“O-oh…um no. Sorry, I promised I’d uh- help my mom today. But you guys have fun!”
You Quickly avoided any other questions that Jason had for you. making your way over to the bleachers.
But he was nowhere to be seen, as you checked the other side, you realized that your long-haired boyfriend was nowhere to be found.
“Damn it,” you sighed.
The sight of Jason must have scared him off, must have brought him back to reality, and made him realize that you two couldn’t be seen together.
Your body shivered at the thought. Maybe it was weird, to be turned on by the prospect of how taboo your relationship was. About how no one, besides you two, knew about what you were doing.
But your body felt electric, electric at the thought of having him all to yourself. Leading a double life, as a goody-two-shoes cheerleader, and as Eddie Munson's lover.
But in times like this, you did wish that you could be open. Open about your relationship, to tell your friends that you weren't going to help your mom with some chores, but instead we're going to go and see your boyfriend. Watch a stupid horror movie, cuddle up on the couch as you held his hand, knowing your lips would somehow find his by the end of the night.
You wanted desperately to tell everyone that they were wrong about Eddie Munson, that he was a sweet, gentle, and caring person. That he was the kindest and most considerate man you’ve ever met. That he was so handsome, sometimes you could barely look away from his face.
And it pissed you off, how wrong they were, how they didn’t understand him like you did.
You kicked a rock away from your foot, needing to get your frustration out.
As you made your way over to the changing rooms, still frustrated and still upset about the fact that Eddie had left due to your friends, you felt a hand tug at your skirt.
You whipped around, preparing to slap whoever hand it was away. But only two see to shining deep brown eyes staring back at you
“Eddie!” you scolded, “What are you-”
Before you could say anything else, his hands grabbed yours, tugging you away.
And you let him, his hand intertwined in yours, as you let him lead you away to the nearby forest, watching as his face remained composed but the light in his eyes never faded.
You swallowed thickly, sometimes it was hard to know what he was thinking. Those deep brown eyes never betrayed any emotion that he truly felt. Sometimes you wish desperately to reach into his mind, to know exactly what he was planning.
But maybe that was another thing to love about him, his mystery.
“Eddie, what is this,” you asked.
When Eddie was sure that no one could see you too, he pursues his lips and turned to you. “Sorry,” he said, “ I just needed you to get away from those guys. I just… I wanted to talk to you.”
You quirked an eyebrow, “Talk about what?”
Eddie sighed, looking away from you. “Well for one,” he took a step closer to you, “I really like the skirt.”
You felt a hand come over your exposed thigh, his cold rings making you flinch with the contrast of his warm hands.
He now had you pinned up against a tree, his face dangerously close to yours. So close- in face- you could hear his breathing. And by god, did you want to kiss him.
“And for two,” he said, his voice in your ear, “who the fuck is Patrick?”
You sighed. Eddie wasn’t the jealous type, he truly wasn’t. But considering how your relationship was known by only you two, he had a problem getting a little more protective.
“Some jock guy. Friends of Jasons. He…he asked me out a few days ago.”
Eddie shot back, his hand leaving your thigh as if you burned him.
“What? And you didn’t think to tell me?”
You gave him a quizzical look. He normally was very chill, he was normally the more sensible one in your relationship. Although some may find that hard to believe.
“I didn’t because I didn’t think it mattered. Eddie, I love you. And I’ve never even thought about anyone else, much less Patrick.”
Eddie bit his lip, “So what you’re saying is,” his hands coming back to your waist, “You’re all mine?”
You rolled your eyes, “Yes, Eddie,” your arms wrapped around his shoulders, “I’m all yours.”
Eddie gave you that dorky smile you loved so much, “Good, because I’m all yours sweetheart.”
His lips came crashing down on yours, and you couldn’t help but smirk as you felt his body against yours. His hands coming to squeeze your thighs before moving to your hips.
As you both deepend the kiss, you noticed just how exposed you both were, in the middle of the woods somewhere.
You pulled back, but Eddie just used that as an excuse to attack your neck.
“Eddie,” you hated how his name came out in a moan, “Eddie, we should go back to your house. Yeah? I can…” you let out another moan as he bit down on your neck.
You could feel Eddies smirk on your skin, “You can show me what, sweetheart?”
You bit you lip, hard, before saying, “I can show you a few new moves. But some I learned only for you.”
Eddie’s face shot back from your neck, looking into your eyes.
“God,” he said breathlessly, “I love you.
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A little short I know, but it’s my first story for this blog so I hope you like it :)
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stranger things x older brother figure! rich! reader
a/n: to celebrate stranger things s4 vol 2 coming out today in a few hours, i’ve decided to give us all masc aligned people a treat before shit goes down, enjoy.
cw: contains some scenes from the series (not enough to spoil), mentioned homophobia & fragile masculinity, bullying scenario, messy cuz i just put whatever random shit pops up to my mind and im also writing this at 1:30 am, NOT PROOFREAD!!
depending on your personality, it’s either the group would see you as the “cool” brother like in the movies or the “annoying” brother in real life
as kids, you’d have to defend them against bullies, seniority scares majority of the kids.
but if they don’t want you to interfere, they’d just ask you on how to defend theirselves
tell them some witty comebacks
yeah i don’t think they can do it without it leading into a physical fight so you’d have to watch their back before it becomes one
spoil them! buy them action figures, comics, new set of dnd miniatures. they’d worship you…for 5 mins before hyper-focusing on that same item you bought for them
you’d be such a big help to joyce and jonathan if you decide to fund and help them with the will situation in s1
jonathan actually talked to you, also joyce’ll treat you as her other son
imagine having a platonic relationship with max, your relationship is the relationship she wishes she has with billy
billy would probably spite you for it (he’s jealous and doesn’t want to admit it lol)
oh, and the group would probably jokingly make you compete with steve for the “best mom older brother” award (dustin would also make eddie compete too if you’ve met each other already)
somehow, they’ll find a way to turn your words against you
okay. imagine s3, the vent scene with erica
m/n: alright. how much do you want, kid? hundred? thousand? a million bucks?
robin: you’re gonna offer, a child, a million? do you even have a million on-hand?
m/n, a rich teen: uh yeah??? 🧍
robin: okay, what the actual fu–!
if you’re part of the LGBTQIA+, and openly into men or in touch with your femininity. mike’s dad would try and tell mike to not be associated with you again (sorry but he reeks of homophobia and fragile masculinity)
remember that one scene in s4 (ep 5, 1:00:52) where he’s so salty at dustin and the gang for hanging out in their house? that but insert m/n there
mr. wheeler: –why not? take us for all we’re worth
dustin: oka–
*slam*
m/n: if you care so much about your money, then here’s a fucking stack. thank you so much for your hospitality”
mr. wheeler: *is baffled by the amount of cash a teen could have* how’d you get this money??
m/n: oh i’m actually am a stripper and i have a sugar daddy– of course, i worked for it, obviously. i have a job.
dustin: *whispering* holy fucking shit, you’re so cool
if you have “old rich” money than “hard earned” money, it’s the same thing but probably less “cooler” in their eyes
if not all of them, at least one would keep bugging you on what job you have to earn a lot of money
some would say, they’re still bugging what you do for a living ‘til today
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taking care; eddie munson
pair. eddie munson x male!reader
summ. (request) reader is sick but sent to school anyway and eddie finds out, insists on taking reader home, sees reader's shitty home, and takes him to his
gen. angst, fluff, sick hurt/comfort
tw. implied abuse, implied neglect, shitty awful parents, puking, dry heaving, allusions to physical abuse, use of "queer" as a slur, swearing
wc. 2.3k
note. i was planning on getting requests out earlier but i have actually been busy w/ friends n family and i'm going on a little trip tomorrow! anyway, hope u enjoy!! (also i feel like maybe eddie's dialogue is ooc so i apologize)
Your head spins and your stomach churns as you stumble out of your room, holding your hand against your forehead. You know it's a bad idea to even ask but you just feel so awful that you hope your mother would let you stay home. Your hand trembles as you reach out for your mother's bedroom door. You stand there for a solid ten minutes before you get the courage to turn the doorknob and carefully step into her room. "Mom?"
She stirs, head snapping in your direction. "What?" She spits.
"I- I don't feel good," Your voice wavers as you pathetically croak. "I can barely stand and I threw up twice already."
"And?" She looks at you expectantly, sitting up before setting her glasses on her nose.
"Could I... stay home?"
"No," She swings her legs over the bed. "Of course, not! I can't have you here!"
"B-but I'll stay in my room and it's serious, mom. I can't huuh-" You cover your mouth as you dry heave. You shoot your mom a look and she's unmoved.
She makes a shooing motion with her hands, giving you an icy glare as her answer.
"Okay," You put your hands up before covering your mouth again as bile travels up your throat.
---
Once you step foot into Hawkins High, you head to the bathroom to empty your guts. After you stop throwing up, you sit against the cold tile of the bathroom floor (that also happens to be pretty disgusting). You rest your head against the stall with your knees pulled up to your chest. You take a good few moments to breathe deeply and collect yourself. After you're at least pretty sure you won't throw up as soon as you move, you open your eyes. The bathroom isn't the greatest place for you to be breathing deeply but alas. You push on your knees as you stand and almost throw up again at the sight of the toilet before you flush it. You inhale sharply before throwing your bag over your shoulder and walking out of the stall.
With as minimal stumbling as you can manage, you make it to your class albeit late. The teacher doesn't even blink an eye at you as you wobble your way to your seat. It looks like a chunk of other students were missing or skipping out on class. You're surprised and relieved at the lack of a lecture.
---
Third period. With Eddie. There was no way he wouldn't be able to see through you. Nonetheless, you try your best to put up an act. It's a bit easier since you arrive before him and he can't stare you down as you walk on trembling legs. He takes his usual seat right in front of you, tossing his bag to the floor before he turns around to chat you up. You can't help smiling back at his beaming and beautiful face.
"How was your morning?" He asks casually, resting his arms on your desk.
"Greaaat,"
"Rough mornin', sweetheart?" He gives a slight chuckle, playful eyes staring back into yours.
"Yep," You pop the 'p' and nod your head.
"Well," Eddie drawls, "tell me about it."
"First of all huuh-" You slap your hand over your mouth as you start dry heaving. Your eyes blow wide and you scoot your chair back as you fold over, still holding your hands over your mouth like your life depends on it. The dry heaving doesn't stop and soon you begin to feel that unwanted guest creeping up your throat. Tears sting your eyes as you kick back your chair and make a run for the bathroom leaving Eddie in the dust.
You fall to your knees once you see a toilet and in the next moment you finally free your mouth and let it all out. You're too preoccupied with throwing up to notice or feel the bruises forming on your knees or the other person entering the bathroom. That is until you hear their voice ring out.
"Y/n?"
You really wish you would have locked the door behind you because in the next second Eddie Munson is squeezing into the stall with you. Thankfully (or not), he locks the stall behind him, crouches down, and rubs reassuring circles against your back. "Hey, it's okay," He whispers, brushing some hair from your face.
Once you're done, you feel empty. If Eddie wasn't there with you and so close -pressed up against you like a torturously fantastic dream- you would have looked pale and drained but your face was flushed and your stomach was whirling with butterflies. You sort of wiggle out of his grip as you get off your knees, turning to sit with your back against the stall like before and pulling your knees to your chest. Eddie does the same to give you what little space there was before his eyes fall on you, staring intently.
"Care to share what that was about?"
You glare at him, thinking it would be fairly obvious. "I'm sick, dumbass."
"No shit," Eddie retorts. "What're you doing at school then, huh?" He looks at you like you had a choice in the matter.
"Can't stay home."
"Bullshit."
"I'm fine," You settle for. "I'll make it through the day with a few quick bathroom breaks, no big deal."
"No big deal?" He looks at you incredulously. "Man, you're throwing your guts up, you look like a ghost, and your eyes are all..." He moves his fingers in a circular motion which doesn't help him explain nor make sense to you. He scoots the little bit there is closer and takes your arm gently, "And you're shaking."
He lets go of your arm and you shrug. "That sucks, I'll be fine." It was what your mother would say.
"No, fuck that!" He takes your hand and stands up. "C'mon, you're going home," He pulls you up, wrapping his arm around you.
"Eddie!" You whine.
"No arguments, big boy, c'mon!"
---
You sigh as Eddie turns off the ignition, his van sitting in your driveway. "Eddie, this isn't a good idea,"
"Why? Because you need to go to school even though you're clearly dying?"
You roll your eyes at him, "No. Because who do you think sent me to school anyway?" You turn in your seat, looking sternly at him. "I do what I have to, okay?" Your gaze softens.
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's just- Nothing. I don't mean anything by it." You shake your head a little. "Go," You motion him toward your door, "be my guest."
Eddie looks at you puzzled but persists nonetheless. He unbuckles and hops out of his van. You could almost laugh as he struts up to your door, it's too bad what he was about to see wouldn't be too funny nor prove whatever point he had. Eddie softly knocks at your door, holding his hands behind him and rocking on his heels. He jumps at the door opening and his eyes immediately scan over each and every bruise and mark littering the exposed skin of your mom's body.
"The hell do you want? Soliciting some magazine I ain't gonna read?"
Eddie doesn't really know what to say. His muscles tense up as a taller man joins your mother's presence. There are two large handprint-like marks on the man's neck like someone tried to strangle him.
"You here 'bout our son? He ain't lay hands on you, done he? Like yous a woman?" Your dad asks, leaning his hand on the doorframe.
Eddie still stays silent, unsure about how or even if there was a way for him to go about this.
Your dad slams his fist against the doorframe causing Eddie to jump. "Well?" He asks. "Fucking queer touch you or not?"
"I'm sorry," Eddie puts his hands up. "Wrong house," He squeaks out before turning tail and running back to the van.
You wish you could have just laughed at this because your parents really were something but they were more than that. You turn to look at Eddie. "First, are you okay?" He nods and you sigh. "Then second, I told you!" You almost want to curse him out but you're sure he got enough traumatization from your parents. "I fuckin' told you," You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.
---
You honestly expected Eddie just to take you back to school but now he was passing the building. "Eddie, where are we going?"
"My house," He answers nonchalantly.
"What do you mean 'your house'?"
"Well, trailer but still,"
"Eddie," You're practically boring a hole into the side of his face. "Eddie," You repeat. "Eddie!"
"What?!" He snaps his head toward you. His face quickly softens, "Sorry."
"Why are you taking me to your house?"
"Because you're sick!" He throws both of his hands up and off the steering wheel. In a calmer tone, he adds, "Besides, I'm not letting you go back to your house or the school. I'm taking care of you."
You're silent for a moment. You've never had anyone take care of you like this, at least not since you were really young. "You don't need to-"
"I don't need to do anything, I know! I want to! Okay?" He looks at you sincerely, his big baby browns staring back at you.
"Okay," You reply defeatedly.
---
With your arm over his shoulders and his over yours, Eddie practically carries you into his trailer and into his room. "Ugh, Eddie, you need to clean in here,"
"I know, I know." He puts his hands up defensively as he stands over you. He's a bit out of breath from carrying you around. "Okay, first things first," He picks up a small trashcan and empties its contents out onto his floor, "Puke bucket," He says, handing it to you.
"Why did you dump out all that trash? That's gross,"
"You know you're very judgemental for someone who I watched unload their guts not even an hour ago,"
It's your turn to puts your hands up, "Okay, okay."
"Besides, if I knew you were coming over, I would have cleaned up the place, dolled myself up, the works."
You shake your head and laugh at that. Eddie returns your smile.
"Your humor's intact, that's good." He points at you with a goofy smile. "And since we here at Munson Medical are so..." He motions his hand in circles as he tries to think of the word, "Fuck, I don't know. All I know is, you're resting," He points at you. "And I'm cleaning."
---
True to his word, after you passed out from meds he gave you, Eddie had cleaned his room and part of the trailer as well. He had been meaning to do that for his uncle for a while and it seemed like a good time. Then he watched you sleep for a bit, a little paranoid at first that you might have died, and then quickly reassured by you turning over in his bed. Which was strange to think about. You in his bed. He tried not to let it fry his brain too much and opted to distract himself with LOTR. As he stopped every so often while reading, he wondered if you had read any of the books or even heard of them. Maybe he could read to you if you hadn't. Or you could read to him. He couldn't decide which would be better.
After a handful of chapters, you start to stir and soon enough you're stretching out like a cat before you curl back up into a ball again, eyes lazily moving over the room, and finally landing on Eddie's. "How long have I been out?" You ask before yawning.
"Two-ish hours," He gets up from the floor, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Wow, it's clean in here. You really work wonders, Munson."
Eddie's nose scrunches up at the name. "Don't call me that," He insists. "Can I sit closer?"
"Hey, it's your funeral if you get sick," You warn but he doesn't seem to care, haphazardly jumping closer.
He kicks his shoes off before turning and laying down the length of his bed, carefully setting your head on his chest. With his head just barely propped up by his worn pillow, he looks down at you and strokes your hair.
"Hey," You pipe up. "'m sorry you had to see that. My parents, they-"
"They're assholes," He fills in. "Letting a pretty boy like you stick it out as sick as you are."
You can't help but agree maybe not on the pretty part but still. "Yeah..." You look down so as to not meet his eyes. "I should have been straight with you about them. It's just that- It's hard, you know?"
Eddie nods. He understands a little too well. He was glad he had Wayne now. Maybe you could have Wayne too.
"And I'm sorry for being an asshole the whole time. I just didn't want you to see.. to know..."
"I know, sweetheart," He strokes your cheek with his thumb. "You don't have to worry about anything with me, okay? You got that?"
You nod and cover his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers. You close your eyes as a wave of tiredness hits you. "You're too sweet to me, Eds."
"Could never be. Not for you." He watches your eyes close and does his best not to move too much as he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest, pretty boy."
BONUS:
"Eddie, how in the hell do you burn soup?!" Wayne's incredulous yell bounces throughout the trailer but you can tell it's not of anger and rather absolute confusion.
Eddie looks at you and then back at his door before gently climbing out of bed, giving you a peck on the cheek, and rushing out the door. "Sorry, Uncle Wayne!" He sounds like a little boy and you can't help but laugh.
"Oh, what I am going to do with you, Ed?" Wayne brings Eddie in by the back of his head for a hug.
"Show me how to make soup?" Eddie looks at him hopefully.
Wayne sighs, "What kind of uncle would I be if I didn't?"
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dreaming — eddie munson x male reader oneshot
❝ DREAMING ❞
SYNOPSIS ➢ When a night of drinking, weed, and truth or dare challenge the boundaries of friendships you appear to reveal more truths than you first bargained for. Maybe it's for the better, though — especially when the truth is related to the infamous Eddie Munson.
PAIRING ➢ eddie munson x male reader
CONTENT WARNING ➢ a lot of sexual tension, fluff, angst if you squint, drinking, mentions of alcohol & weed, giggling & horny young adults, flirty banter, occasional insults, very inappropriate topics (regarding sex, kinks and preferences), mentions of dom & sub dynamic, mentions of sadism & masochism, everyone's gay, kissing, explicit language, cringey writing
WORD COUNT ➢ 3.9 k
AUTHORS NOTE ➢ of course i've been caught by the eddie munson obsession and i think we can all agree we need more male reader fics, so here i am. i was inspired by this tiktok for this oneshot, but it's all about the vibes so don't worry about it. plot?? don't know him. timeline?? don't know that either (sometime in season four?), but everyone’s happy and alive. don’t worry about it. take it with a pinch of salt. everyone’s okay with everyone’s sexualities, no big deal. i don’t care that it’s the eighties. no excuses for homophobia happening on my watch. enjoy <3
MASTERLIST
The fire was crackling loudly, lighting a circle around it in protection of the dark night. Every person’s face that sat on the logs around the fire was lit, each with a grin spread across it or laughter on the lips. It was a warm night, one filled with happiness and the carelessness of youth. You, Robin, Vickie, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan and Eddie had decided to have a night in the woods, just enjoying each other’s company. Somehow, the little kids had heard of it as well and had fought to come with — much to Nancy and Jonathan’s dismay. You would all be drinking — maybe even get a bit high — and they didn’t want the kids anywhere near that.
Luckily, the adults had prevailed and you had managed to keep the children away from your little trip. It was only for the adults, as Steve so elegantly put it. So the real fun could begin.
So here you all were, sat beside on another and talking merrily. Eddie was sat on the opposite side of the fire from you, attention on something Steve was telling him while fiddling absentmindedly with the ends of his hair. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him during the night. The way the fire lit up his features while the sky darkened made him look out of this world.
Your relationship existed of one with friendly jabs at one another, play fighting and, sometimes, flirting disguised as insults. It was a constant battle between the two of you on who could win your verbal competitions or fluster the other more. You refused to acknowledge that any feelings were involved — both to yourself or anyone else — but it was getting more and more difficult pretending like you weren’t actively seeking out his company.
You took another swig of your beer, feeling the familiar warmth that came with it. The lot of you were a bit tipsy, feeling particularly humourous. You were all in the mood for something fun to do. And that is how you ended up playing truth or dare. A basic game, sure, but a great one under the right circumstances.
“Steve, truth or dare?” Jonathan asked.
“Truth.”
“Oh, come on, don’t be a bore!” Robin exclaimed. She might be a bit more tipsy than the rest of you. You had noticed her drinking a bit more on the way here than usual and you could only assume it was to build up her courage to spend the night with her crush, Vickie.
“Fine, Byers. Dare.”
He pretended to think for a few seconds before a smirk formed on his lips. “I dare you to make everyone here laugh as quickly as possible.”
Steve huffed. “I thought you’d make it a challenge, come on! Everyone knows I’m the funniest here!”
You chuckled at Robin’s exclaimed denial, Nancy and Eddie agreeing with her. Somehow though, Steve managed to embarrass himself enough for all of you to be laughing your arses off. Reluctant to admit it, that was a point to Steve. You must all have had a bit too much to drink.
“Nance, truth or dare?” you smiled.
“Truth.”
“What are your kinks?” you asked. Her eyes widened, gaze jumping to Jonathan.
“Er— I,” she stuttered, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. “I suppose I like being dominant?”
Eddie laughed, clapping his hands together. “Who would’ve guessed!?” His gaze jumped between Steve and Jonathan. “And I’m guessing one of these two likes to be sub, then.” The both of them began to flush, muttering some sort of explanations. It all fell on deaf ears.
“Knew it, by the way,” you smiled, meeting Eddie’s skeptical gaze.
“You did not.”
You took another swig, shaking your head. “Whatever, at least I know your kinks.” Robin and Steve exclaimed simultaneously, shooting you skeptical looks.
“How do you know Eddie’s kinks?” Robin shouted, chuckling with disbelief.
Steve wiggled his eyebrows, looking between the two of you. “I think you know exactly how.”
Eddie spluttered, waving his hand. “No, no— y/n and I have never hooked up, so don’t you all go getting any ideas now!” He shook his head vigorously, looking at his drink before meeting your eye with a raised eyebrow.
“How do you know though?” Vickie asked.
You nodded at his jeans. “Your handkerchief. If I’m not incorrect it stands for sadism and masochism.” Your grin grew with Eddie’s. A round of exclamations and whoops went around the fire, everyone turning their gaze to Eddie. “Would I be incorrect?”
He chuckled. “You are not, y/n.”
“Pain, huh?” Jonathan asked.
“So you know what it is.” Eddie grinned, standing up and spreading his arms. “Yes, pain.” His eyes were pinned on you, his pupils blown wide. “With the right amount, right kind and enough of time — it’s its own kind of high. Pure bliss.”
Steve nodded at Eddie, being sat down again, “I believe you, man.”
“Alright,” Vickie brought her hands together, bringing the group’s attention to her. “Steve, what turns you on?”
“What, not even going to ask me truth or dare?” he questioned, slurring slightly.
She shook her head. “Nope, I needed to ask the question.”
“It only takes a girl looking in his direction for him to get turned on,” Robin laughed, the rest of you joining in. Steve tried to hide his blushing cheeks behind his hands.
“I don’t know, man,” he slurred. “Someone funny, I think? Oh, and tattoos!”
“Like Nancy,” Robin said.
You nodded along, wiggling your eyebrows, “Or Jonathan.”
Jonathan shook his head. “I’m not, in any way, funny.”
“I bet you could still turn me on though.”
That led to more laughter and shouts. Man, the alcohol was really kicking in nicely now. Robin’s gaze turned to you, mischievousness in her eyes.
“I know what turns y/n on.”
You feigned betrayal, clutching your hands to your heart. “I thought it was Steve’s truth!”
She grinned at you, “Oh, it was. But now I dare you to tell us yours.”
You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, downing the rest of your drink. “Fine,” you bit out, flipping her the bird. “I like guitarists. Well— musicians in general, but especially guitarists.” A few oohs made their way around the group. Your eyes jumped to Eddie, only to find him already staring intently at you, a slight grin on his lips. You grinned back, ignoring the way your cheeks began to burn.
“How does that turn you on, though?” Jonathan questioned, taking a swig from his drink.
“It’s the hands, my dear Jonathan.” You stood up and gestured with your hands, showing him how they flexed when they clenched and unclenched. “The veins, the muscles. So easy to imagine what they can do to you. To your body.”
“God, you’re going to turn me on now,” Robin chuckled.
You spun around to face her with a grin. “That’s what I’m saying! Hands are the secret. The things they can do.” You faced Nancy, walking up to her, bowing and extending your hand. “It can be gentle like, courteous, almost.” You let hand fall to her shoulder, cold against her skin. A finger made its way down her arm to her wrist — featherlight in its touch — ending when you took ahold of her hand and pressed a gentle kiss against her knuckles. You smiled at the way her breath exhaled. You spun around and stepped towards Eddie. The alcohol was making you bolder than usual tonight, it seemed.
“Or— it can be dangerous, controlling, more sexual.” Your fingers traced Eddie’s jaw, feeling the muscles beneath it. His brown eyes were pinned on yours, mouth slightly agape. You took ahold of his chin and dragged him to his feet so his head was level to yours. You could feel his breath on your face as you leaned closer to his ear. “I can do so much with yet so little, and make you feel amazing. Simply by using my hands,” you whispered. “And I bet you know a thing or two as well, guitar boy.”
A hand made its way down his chest and pushed him down into his seat again. You took note of his wide pupils as you turned back to your own seat.
“I, er— wow,” Steve muttered. You chuckled at his breathless tone. Seems like you weren’t the only one to admire a musician’s hands.
“You’re a drummer, though, right, y/n?” Vickie questioned, eyes a bit dazed.
You ducked your head, clearing your throat. “Yes, yes, I am. That is why I do know how to use my hands.”
“You don’t get distracted when you play with others, then?”
You shot her a look of disbelief. “You don’t get turned on when you're near a girl's boobs, do you, Vickie?”
“Touché,” she chuckled.
Jonathan cleared his throat, bringing the attention to him. “Robin,” he said, meeting her eye. “Truth or dare?”
“Well, since everyone else here has been so boring, I choose dare.”
Jonathan’s smile widened as he glanced at Vickie. “I dare you to kiss the person you find hottest.”
Robin’s own smile dropped and she shot a scathing glance at the giggling teenagers. She ducked her head in exasperation, biting out a “fine,” and downed the rest of her drink — probably for courage. She turned her gaze to Vickie beside her, question written in her eyes. She let her hand rest against Vickie’s cheek before pressing their lips together. Cheers erupted around the fire and you couldn’t help yourself from letting out a laugh. Finally, you thought.
“Wow,” Vickie breathed, a smile gracing her lips. “That was—“
“Yeah.” Robin’s own smile matched Vickie’s.
“Eddie,” Steve exclaimed with a smug expression. “Truth or dare?”
His gaze jumped to you, answering Steve absentmindedly, “Dare.”
“Alright, y/n happens to have told us some things that you apparently own.” Everyone’s gaze turned to Eddie’s surprised face. His gaze turned accusing, but you feigned innocence with a smile. “I need to know— what do you use your handcuffs for?”
Eddie choked on his drink and you had to fight to hold in your laugh. You had seen the handcuffs hanging beside his bed when you came over to him a while ago. You remembered telling Steve and Robin about them, wondering what in the hell he used them for — even if you did have a hunch. It seemed as if you would finally get your answer.
“I thought this was a dare?” Eddie asked.
“Fine, I dare you to show us what you use them for?”
He sighed, chuckling half heartedly, “I don’t know if this is the right time for that.”
“Hey!” Robin exclaimed, “You got the dare, you gotta do the dare!”
Eddie’s brown doe eyes turned to you, begging for help. You usually would have done what he wanted, rescued him out of kindness. But you were curious. You enjoyed seeing him sweat like this. It only made you wonder what on earth the handcuffs really were for. You felt like teasing him, tonight. You felt dangerous. You had gone this far already, so why not go further?
You slowly shook your head, eyes still set on Eddie’s. “I’m afraid you’re on your own for this one, Eddie.”
He sucked in a breath, ducking his head. “I use the handcuffs— as restraints.” You let out a breathless chuckle. He really was a kinky motherfucker, huh?
Steve narrowed his eyes, looking helplessly around for any clue. “What do you mean?”
“What I mean,” Eddie snapped, clearly embarrassed at this point, “Is that I use them during sex.”
Knew it.
Jonathan fully spit out his drink, Nancy having to pound him on the back for him to not choke. Robin and Steve had the same shocked expressions on their faces. What had they expected, really?
Vickie let out a loud laugh. “Sex? Really?” Eddie ducked his head, shaking it. “You’re turning out to be more interesting than I thought.”
“Knew you were kinky in bed, Eddie,” you said, smugness written all over your features. He narrowed his eyes, looking you up and down, head tilted.
“I would assume the same for you.”
You let out a laugh, meeting his eye. “Guess you’d have to find out.”
Robin cleared her throat, bringing your gaze to her. You gave her a questioning look. “You can keep flirting later when we’ve finished playing.”
Your breath hitched, feeling your cheeks start to heat up immediately. Flirting was one thing, but being called out on it and actually having to acknowledge you were doing it? A completely other thing. You dared a glanced at Eddie and he looked as flustered as you felt. You chose to just ignore what was said and move on.
“Jonathan,” Steve said, “Truth or dare?”
“Er, yeah— truth.”
“Who of us here do you want — or have ever wanted — to fuck?”
Jonathan’s eyes widened, jumping around the fire. “What are with these questions, man?”
“Come on, Jonathan,” you laughed, his eyes moving to yours. “We’re drunk, we’re having fun. Why not?”
Jonathan groaned, “Fine.” His gaze moved to every person again, this time more careful. He swallowed his nervousness, taking a deeper breath. “Well, Nancy, of course.”
“There must be more than just her.” Steve leaned closer to him. “Even I can name more than one here I’ve wanted to fuck.” You eyebrows shot up as you glanced over at Steve.
“Like whom?” Jonathan asked.
“Well, er— it’s not really my truth, is it?” Steve muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
Eddie took a swig of his drink, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh, no getting away with this, Stevie.” His brown eyes burned in the light of the fire. “Pray tell, who here have you wanted to fuck?”
Steve sighed, accepting his defeat. “Fine,” he bit out. Eddie winked at him, pleased with himself. Steve avoided everyone’s gaze as he started to name everyone as quickly as he could. “Nancy, Jonathan, y/n and Eddie, — and Robin — before I knew, that is. I also believe I was briefly attracted to Billy at some point.” The corner of your lips started to tug up as you looked over the Eddie, a grin on his face as well.
“Billy?” Nancy exclaimed.
“You’re really trying to collect us all, huh, lover boy?” you teased, winking at him. Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“Wait, does that mean all of us have turned Steve on at least on one point?” Eddie laughed. You snorted, his gaze to gliding to yours.
“I mean, all it would take is cracking a joke and Steve will be creaming his pants,” Robin laughed, leaning heavily on Vickie. A hiccup escaped her lips. You didn’t know exactly how much she had drunk tonight, but you doubted she would remember much tomorrow.
Steve leaned forward, extending an accusing finger in her direction. “Listen, you butthead. I cannot help with whom I’m attracted to! I didn’t choose you all dumbasses.” Robin gave him a blank stare, pouting lightly. “What?” he asked.
“I just cannot believe you would call me a butthead,” she muttered, trying to fight her smile. He threw his arms up in exasperation, standing up to try to get rid of the nervous energy in his body. “So harsh, Stevie.”
“You wound me, Steve.” Your hands clenched over your heart, hurt written across your features. You fell back on the ground behind the log, leaves ruffling beneath your feet. You sprung to your feet, a big grin on your face, and met Eddie’s gaze. You watched the fire being reflected in his brown eyes, an almost dazed smile on his face. God, he really was beautiful.
“Really, Steve?” Eddie questioned. “The King of Hawkins High wanted to fuck the Freak?” Steve flashed him a sarcastic smile, before scoffing at you. It only made your grin grow.
Jonathan cleared his throat. “Okay, alright— Steve wants to fuck us all, got it.” Steve groaned yet again from his seat, muttering curses you couldn’t quite catch. Jonathan’s smile widened.
“Moving on—,” Nancy said, bringing her hands together and turning her gaze to you. “I believe it’s y/n’s turn.”
“Yeah,” Steve agreed, his lips tugging up. “Truth or dare?”
You shot a nervous glance at Eddie, his brown eyes already set on yours. His hair was a ruffle of locks, carefully draping over his shoulders. The corner of his lip was tugged up in a half smile, something you happened to find very attractive. God, you dreaded what truth you would have to reveal to your friends — but you feared whatever the dare would be more.
“Truth,” you smiled, gaze still set on Eddie. Robin shot a mischievous glance at Steve, a nod passing between the two of them. Oh god, you did not like this.
“Alright, y/n,” she said. “When — and more importantly, what — was your last sex dream?”
And there it was.
You furrowed your brows. “Oh, man.” You rarely remembered what your dreams were about. Your last sex dream? “I gotta be honest, Robin, I don't even remember.” Your gaze shifted to Steve. “Or know what it was about, for that matter.”
Robin started to shake her head, but Steve was quicker. “I don’t believe you, y/n,” he said, gaze jumping to you. “I think you just don’t want to reveal anything embarrassing.”
Your eyebrows raised at his accusation. “I am serious! I don’t know! Both of you know how bad my memory is.”
“Fine,” he grumbled.
Robin’s lip tugged up into a smirk. “Well, since y/n can’t remember, maybe we should help him out. Don’t you think, Stevie?” Steve’s lips immediately grew into a grin. Your eyes jumped between the two, narrowing. What were these two up to?
“An excellent idea,” Vickie quipped.
“Don’t you start on this, too,” you bit out at her. “Traitors, all of you.” You dared a glance at Eddie, his grin just as shit-eating as the rest of them and eyes seeming very curious.
“So, tell us. What was it?” Nancy leaned forward, a hand on Jonathan’s arm. You shot a warning glance at Robin — which she either didn’t notice or pretended not to — even though you had no idea of how she would know you’d had a sex dream. Unless— you prayed you hadn’t said anything.
“Last night, when y/n and I slept over at Steve’s, he was dreaming.” She shot a glance at Steve, whom’s grin only widened. “And we heard him say—“
“Oh, Eddie—” Steve moaned, bursting out into laughter with the rest of them.
Your mouth fell open, completely in awe. Blood immediately rushed to your cheeks — a clear sign of your flustered state. You couldn’t believe you had said that. You tried hiding your face between the fingers of your hands. It was to no avail. The laughter kept going, drowning out all other sound.
You dared a glance at Eddie between the gaps of your fingers. You were terribly afraid of how he would react to this. Would he be disgusted? Awkward? Wanting to end your friendship? You didn’t want to endanger your relationship with him. Maybe you could play it off as just a physical thing, rather than the emotional attachment you seemed to have formed. You expected some sort of comment, at least — a snarky insult slung at you.
But when you met his eye you knew there would be none of that. He wasn’t looking at you weirdly, or any differently than normal. His eyes were blown wide, astonished in their expression, mouth agape. It was as if he couldn’t believe you would be attracted to him. But that’s impossible, right? There was no way he could think that.
“Are you sure the two of you haven’t hooked up, because it sounded way too real,” Robin laughed. She hiccuped again, almost laying on Vickie at this point. You absentmindedly shook your head, still holding Eddie’s gaze. His eyes really were beautiful. The way they shone in the sun, always full of mischief and always so curious. You loved that about him.
“I think I need to get her to bed,” Vickie said, glancing around. Nancy nodded with her and offered to help Robin to their tent. Jonathan and Steve’s eyes met, a nod passing between them before standing up and excusing themselves for the night. You gave them a scathing glare. This was not over.
It was now only you and Eddie left — him staring intently at you and you desperately avoiding his gaze. You waited for him to drop the insult, the comment. Anything that showed that he truly had no feelings for you.
“You—” he started, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “You had a sex dream about me?”
“Er, well— I mean, it seems so?” Your mind drew a blank. What could you even say to that?
Before Eddie could stop himself he dragged a hand down his face. “But why— why me, though?” Your eyes widened, full of disbelief. Why not him? Did he not know how attractive he was?
“Eddie, you’re hot as fuck.”
A chuckle escaped his lips, almost humourless, shaking his head. You shot to your feet, not really sure what to do. You really weren’t good with feelings.
“What I mean is, Eddie, you’re an incredible person.” You smiled, softening at his gaze. “You never fail to make me laugh — whether you’re being an annoying dork or unnecessarily sweet. I don’t think you understand how much I really care about you.”
“You really think so?” he whispered, brown eyes on you.
“Yeah,” you breathed, moving to sit beside him.
“So, you have a crush on me?” His smile turned smug and the familiar glint returning to his eye. There he was. My Eddie.
“What?” You rolled your eyes and fought against the urge to move away from him again. “I never said that.”
“You implied it. Plus, how could you not? I mean, I am amazing.” He gestured to himself, grinning widely.
“Amazingly an asshole, maybe,” you snapped. He may be beautiful, but he was amazing at being a pain in your ass.
He shrugged, fighting against the tug of his lips. “Only fitting for an incredibly idiotic man, I suppose.”
“Did you just call me an idiot?
“I called you incredible,” he breathed, turning to face you. His gaze jumped all over your face, unsure of what to do. You had flirted before, but it had always been more discreet and disguised in between insults. Never had you been this open and forthright with each other. It was terrifying, you had to admit. But you let yourself relax, involuntary leaning closer to him, your gaze studying every detail of his face without shame.
His hand tentatively reached for you cheek, almost too scared to touch you. But as soon as you leaned into the touch, he gripped harder, his fingers reaching behind your neck. You felt him gently tug you closer and you almost fell against him in your hurry to reach him.
You kissed him hard, with everything you had and had not yet said to him. Everything you couldn’t say to him. He responded with an equal amount of enthusiasm, pushing you back. You realized this was not so much different from your verbal spats, but instead it was dominance you were fighting for. You gripped his hair, tugging lightly at the same time as you bit down on his lip. His mouth fell agape and he practically moaned at the sensation, sounding so sensual you had to pause. Masochist and touch starved? Boy, you’d have your hands full with him. He pulled away, breathing heavily and pupils blown wide.
“God, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you breathed, letting the corners of your lips tug up into a smile.
“Was it like that in your dream?” Eddie asked. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, failing to keep the grin from his face.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe we should try to recreate it.” You narrowed your eyes, matching Eddie’s smirk. “The whole dream.”
“That sounds like a brilliant idea.”
“I generally do have brilliant ideas.”
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It wasn't even a secret...
Eddie munson x reader
Summary: you and Eddie are married even have a new born. But thr younger hellfire members don't know?
Dustin Henderson walks into the munson trailer and hears loud music coming from Eddie's room. He approaches the room and through the crack of the door and sees a manicured hand grabbing at Eddie's bedside table only to see Eddie's not ringed hand grab it and pull it out of sight.
That's all he saw, but he got the point and left the trailer and sat in Eddie's van, which he never locked until he saw the lady exit.
But what Dustin didn't see was your wedding ring on top of Eddie's on the bedside table.
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Months later Dustin was washing his hands in the munson bathroom when he threw the paper towel in the trash he saw a pregnancy test. It was positive. Dustin didn't mention it to Eddie or anyone thinking it was probably private.
What Dustin didn't see was how Eddie hugged you when the test came back positive as you both cried happy tears and kissed sweetly.
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Months later Dustin and Mike approach the hellfire table and notice Eddie's not there. Weird they thought he wanted to graduate this year why would he be having time off.
"Where's Eddie?" Dustin asked setting his tray down. Gareth looks at Dustin and frowns. "What do you mean where's Eddie you know he isn't gonna be in for A few weeks." Gareth says confused.
Only then do Gareth, Doug and Jeff realise they genuinely do not know. They wasn't gonna be the ones to tell him so that's how they ended up at Eddie munson trailer skipping school.
Eddie was fast asleep an arm draped over you. He awoke suddenly to banging on the door cursing under his breath. He stands up and stretched kissing your head and peaking into the bassinet next to your side of the bed, only to see his week old daughter starring up at him with her wide brown eyes.
"Hey little lady." HE says picking her up making sure to support her head. He cradles her and heads to the door to let you sleep a bit longer. He walks into the kitchen and puts the kettle on to warm a bottle for his daughter haley. Then he walks to the front door expecting Wayne or someone.
Only to be met with a stunned Dustin and Mike. "Hello?" Eddie says confused. He let's them in as they stare at him in shock. "Whats going on guys?" Eddie asked slightly freaked out hy the look on the twos face.
"You have a baby?!" Dustin half yells.
"Dude shut the fuck up." Eddie says annoyed bouncing his daughter slightly so she doesn't cry from Dustins outburst.
"No I won't you have a baby and you didn't tell us what the fuck." Dustin half yells again.
Eddie looks between the boys with a look of confusion on his face. You walk out of your bedroom into the living room after hearing all the shouting.
"What's going on?" You ask crossing your arms over your chest. Both the teens and Eddie look at you. Your stood confused. Haley then cries and everyone looks at her.
Eddie walks over to you sliding her into your arms and she immediately stops crying as you bounce her and cradle her making soft shh noises. "Whose that's?" Mike askes Eddie's attention turning from you and haley to the two teens but you speak up. "His wife." You answer looking at the two boys
"You have a baby and a wife. How didn't we know that." Dustin says eyes wide.
"OK everyone stop, fuck me. Right. I thought you two knew but clearly you don't. This is my wife y/n who I've definitely told you about. The one I've been dating since I was like 15 and am now married to?" Eddie says waving his arms infant of you as you smile.
"OH we thought that was a cruel joke." Mike says scratching his head. Eddie looks at the boys in disbelief.
"Wow OK. This is y/n and my daughter haley who I'm gonna go with you also thought was a joke." Eddie says questionably getting nods from the boys.
"Y/n this is Dustin and Mike." Eddie says pointing at the boys rubbing his eyes.
"Hi nice to meet you?" You say still confused.
The boys says hello awkwardly.
"OK, now that's cleared up. Is that really why you came here." Eddie asks, slightly annoyed. The boys nod and explain that Gareth wouldn't tell them. You're starring at Eddie, who's clearly stressed and tired. Then, down to the little baby in your arms.
Eddie warms a baby bottle while the two teens talk to Eddie about the baby as you sit on the couch in the living room. He walks in handing you the warm bottle. "Can you feed her?" You ask quietly. But Eddie hears you.
"Yeh, yeh of course sweetheart." Eddie says sitting on the couch. You pass her to Eddie once he's sat along with her bottle kissing Eddie's cheek then haleys head before walking to your bedroom to get stuff for A shower.
"SO you like have a child." Dustin says watching Eddie feed his daughter the bottle.
"Yes and a wife." Eddie answers.
"And you've been married..." Mike says
"2 years been together for 5." Eddie says, setting the bottle by his feet, leaning back on the couch and laying the baby on his chest, gently patting her back.
"And the others knew." Dustin says as Eddie nods.
"How long are you off school?" Mike askes.
"I'm just going back to do my finals. I won't be there any other time." Eddie says as the tiny baby burps. The two nod.
Moments later you walk back in, wearing a pyjama vest and Eddie's sweats. Your stomach has shrunk since the birth of haley and it makes Eddie smile seeing you comfortable enough to wear the vest as when she was first born you wouldn't take off his hoodie.
Not that it mattered to Eddie he loved you every shape and form and you grew his baby in you. When you mentioned your insecurity to Eddie just before haley was born he comforted you and said, "either way your sexy no matter what n you've got me. If.. that helps? Probably not but you get my gist."
You sat next to Eddie and he handed you haley. "Common ill take you two home no point in going back to school." Eddie says. He too the teens to Dustin house and then came straight home.
He entered thr trailer and headed to your bedroom to see haley asleep on your shared bed and you sat up looking at her giving Eddie a smile when he entered the room. Eddie strips of everything but his boxers.
"Now give me a twirl." You says smiling at him from the bed.
He turns slowly as you clap quietly before laying on his side next to you. "SO those are two of your friends?" You say raising your brows and Eddie nods putting an arm over your waist.
Eddie looks at you then to his daughter and smiles. Taking your hand and kissing it. You lean down and kiss him on the lips.
"I love you." HE says as your foreheads touch.
"I love you too."
"I love you more."
"I love you most." You smirk kissing him again.
Yeah Eddie was a happy man. He may still be in school but he's got everything he wants Sat right on his bed. His beautiful wife and tiny daughter.
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Months later he graduated walking off the stage hugging you nice and tight laying a sweet kiss on your lips. Wayne holding 3 month old haley who's arm where flapping for Eddie. He took her from Wayne kissing her nose as she open mouthed his cheek.
The stunned look on Jason's face to see Eddie munson holding a baby in one arm with his hair and his other arm around your waist as your hand was behind haleys head. Eddie smirked to himself kissing your head. Wayne shooting him a proud smile and nod. The others soon came running over. "Finally man thought you was gonna end up going to school with haley." Gareth says smirking at Eddie.
"Shut up Gareth." You says earning a laugh out of Eddie.
"Y/n I'm wounded." Gareth says shocked.
"You heard the lady shut up." Eddie says smirking.
Gareth rolls his eyes.
Everyone stands and talks. Eddie saying haley needs feeding so you guys have to go. In reality you had fed her before and Eddie just wanted to go home.
"I am so proud of you." You say kissing his cheek.
"Yeah? Do I get a special treat for how proud you are." Eddie smirks.
"Maybe... you'll see when haleys in bed." You say smirking at him running a hand through haleys curls.
Yeah Eddie was right. 86 was definitely his year.
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Eddie with a taller & more scary looking boyfriend who in reality is like the sweetest person ever, but also kinky, and everyone thinks Readers the Dom but Eddie is, hcs? <3
Since this is a purely NSFW ask, I'll do all 10 in NSFW!!
I do hope you enjoy these!!
Eddie with a scary dog privilege boyfriend
NSFW
⚣ Now, Eddie uses how scary you look to people outside of your friends to his advantage, simply threatening that he was going to tell you that someone was messing with him. Knowing full well your reputation by appearance does not hold up behind closed doors.
⚣ Everyone is convinced that you, in all your tall and scary glory, are the top in yours and Eddie's relationship, but they are VERY, wrong. You'd do anything to please Eddie, you were his good boy, his sweet puppy. Willing to do anything to make his lover happy.
⚣ One of Eddie's favorite things to do is ride you, sure most people take this as a sub thing, but no. Not with Eddie, per your request he'll tie you up and gag you, leaving you completely helpless as he rides your cock till you're sobbing and squirming from overstimulation.
⚣ On other nights he'll fuck you dumb, you become so whiny, and that's just how Eddie likes it, knowing that everyone thinks you're all big and strong, when in reality all it takes is a few touches and you're begging for his cock, begging to be absolutely ruined by him and him only.
⚣ Eddie 100% gets a dog collar from the pet store, a nice leather one that he has you wear around the house. He enjoys it and has probably engraved his initials into it, it's like his little personal clam over you that only her ever gets to see and enjoy, and he wants to keep it that way.
⚣ He also enjoys having you on your hands and knees, enjoying just how pitiful you look and sound this way, especially knowing that everyone thinks you're so big and strong. Only for you to be on your hands and knees for him sobbing about how much you love his cock.
⚣ Eddie is definitely the type of man to fuck your face, getting off on the way you look with watery and cloudy eyes as he shoves his cock down your throat. His hands holding a strong grip on your hair and basically using it to bob your head from tip to the base of his cock.
⚣ Loves seeing you in his shirts and a pair of your boxers, he enjoys that the shirt is just a bit too tight on your frame, the way it shows off your v-line has Eddie practically drooling, if you decide to wear one of his shirts be prepared to be bent over the back or arm of the couch.
⚣ Also loves spanking you, loves the yelps and low moans it pulls from your lips, and very much enjoys the red marks in the shape of his hand it leaves behind, leaving soothing kisses mixed with bites after he feels content with the red splotches his hand left.
⚣ Also has 100% fucked you in the boys locker room during a basketball game, leaving the room reeking of sex after the two of you are done, everyone immediately knows it was you two due to the fact you were now walking with a slight limp and had a dreamy look in your eyes.
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Split Knuckles | Eddie Munson
summary :: eddie punches a creepy sound tech for you and you patch him up.
warnings/tags :: gn!reader, mentions of blood, mentions of sexual assault, unconsensual groping, sexual harassment, violence
You do your best to hide your tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes when you exit the grimy bathroom of The Hideout.
But when you move out into the bar, following the loud commotion of tables scratching the floor, and yells and screams emitting from the patrons. You realise you don’t have to hide the evidence of your crying from your boyfriend, when he’s being pried from the bloodied sound tech who’s underneath him.
You don’t have time to allow confusion to settle over you when you know why Eddie had pounced on the guy in the first place. Not that you expected him, or needed him to. But you are shocked when you walk over to him, he’s panting, bloodied knuckles fisting at his sides where Steve is still holding him.
“C’mon, Eddie. Leave it.” Steve says to him, still wary when he lets him go. Like he was going to start up again.
You watch on as the battered tech guy is escorted to the back rooms and with him out of the way you moved around to Eddie. He looks at you and his features soften almost immediately. The creased eyebrows, gritted teeth and heaving breaths cease at your presence. The tears you were trying to hide only moments ago, however, do not.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie moves to you immediately, cupping your face in his shaking hands. He still seems angry. Though not at you, obviously.
“You’re hurt.” You sniffle. His fingers are bloody where they graze your cheek, leaving a smudge of red on your skin. He curses and brushes it away uselessly with his finger.
“I’m okay.” He says, tone wavering. He moves his hands down to your arms and squeezes them, eyes pinballing over your figure. Seemingly to see if you’re okay as well.
You speak up before he can say anything, “I’m fine.” You pull yourself from his grip to palm at your eyes, the heel of your hand cruelly dragging over your skin, a smudge of mascara and glitter moving across your face. Eddie tuts and replaces your hands with his own, much more gentle when he tries his best to wipe at your ever-flowing tears.
“You’re not.” He’s right, you’re not.
The tech guy had said horrible, perverted things to you. Grabbed at your ass like your boyfriend wasn’t on stage, and your best friend wasn’t standing right next you. You’d walked off to the bathroom to calm yourself down and Steve had obviously told Eddie about it before you had any time to talk to either of them. And with Eddie being Eddie, it had ended up with spilt lips and knuckles.
“You shouldn’t have hit him, Eds.” You don’t know if you believe yourself when you say it, but it felt appropriate to say. You think if you say something that sounds encouraging, he’ll end up doing it again if anything does ever happen. Which could end up with Eddie hurt instead.
“He deserved it.” He scoffs. But you frown.
“Maybe. But now look at you.” You take his hands in your own and hold them in front of your chest. Your thumbs swiping around the cuts, careful not to actually touch them.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a few cuts, I’ve had worse.” He tries to reassure you but it doesn’t really work.
“I can only imagine.” You shake your head, “C’mon let me clean you up.”
You tug on his shirt before he can detest it, leading him out the back into the break room where all his stuff is set up. You sit him down at the table and gather a few first aid supplies. The Hideouts first aid kit dwindled down to a few bandaids and a dried-up bottle of antiseptic wash on its last dregs.
You sit knee to knee as you gently prod at his skin, careful not to make it worse or make it sting. You don’t really know what you were doing, trying your best help him out and make him feel better. You’ve gone silent and you can feel Eddie’s stare burning into your skin.
“Hey,” Eddie moves one of his hands to squeeze your thigh. You scold him, taking it back in your grasp, none too gently to finish cleaning the last remnants of dried-up blood. If it was his or not it was now lost on you. “It’s okay. Be rough, I can take it.”
You roll your eyes. “Okay tough guy.” You press into the cut and you can tell he’s holding back a wince.
“You think I’m tough?”
“I think you’re stupid.”
“C’mon babe,” He tuts. Deflating when you don’t meet his gaze, “You still love me, right?”
His sweet words miss you. You don’t know if you’re angry with him, because you don’t know if you even have the right. Or if you’re just upset with the whole situation. The words that were said, the way he had grabbed at you. The sight of Eddie leaning over him, strong fists landing against his face.
“I’m sorry.” You huff, pressing your fingers into the plaster once he’s all bandaged up. “It’s just a lot.”
You lean into him and he wraps his arms around your back, his chin pressing into the top of your head. He angles his face down to press a kiss into your hair, rubbing up and down in between your shoulder blades. The shushing sounds of your clothes and breaths the only thing to be heard momentarily.
“I didn’t scare you, did I?” His words are mumbled through your hair but you can hear him.
You shake your head against his chest, “No, no.” Your ear settles against his chest and you can hear the sound of his heart thrumming a million miles an hour. “That guy. He was a creep.”
“Yeah, he was.” He sighs inwardly, “I’m sorry he did that. I didn’t know he was like that.”
“It’s not your fault.” You pull away to look at him, “How were you supposed to know?”
“Well, I don’t know. But I left you with him.”
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” You look down and brush over the plasters absentmindedly and he hooks two fingers under your chin so you’re looking back up at him.
“Are you sure?” He’s firm when he says it, though there’s a softness that’s settled behind his now warm eyes. You think that it’s the sight of them that has you calming.
You lean your head between his jaw and shoulder and leave a lazy kiss against his neck. Leaving one more peck against the wet skin before you pull away entirely, leaning against him. “Yeah, thank you.”
There’s a beat before he’s saying, “You wanna get ice cream?”
You smile, “Why would I ever say no?”
“Yeah, I don’t even know why I asked.”
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You Had Me~ S.H Ft E.M
@somethingvicked asked:
Hi! Ok, so this is a bit of complicated(?) request. Reader is currently in a relationship with Steve, she used to be with Eddie but they broke up because she felt like Eddie didn't make her a priority with the band and DnD. In the beginning everything was great with Steve but then he started to distance too, and soon she finds out that he's cheating with Nancy - that he has never really gotten over Nancy.
So she goes to Eddie, originally to ask for weed but ends up telling him everything. And Eddie is like "he's a fool. Bigger fool than I was. I had you, I was just stupid enough to take you for granted, but I would never cheat on you. You were and ... still are the only one for me. I've never stopped loving you."
And then they end up spending the night together and Eddie tells her if she gives him another chance he will never make that mistake again, because he now knows the pain of losing her.
And so the next morning, she tells Steve that it's over between them, that she knows he was cheating but it's ok because she spent the night with Eddie, so they're 'even'. But it also kind of crushes Steve because she left HIM not the other way around (petty I know)
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A smile lit up on your face when your head turned to look at your boyfriend who happily was helping out a customer as he handed them the film they were looking for. He kindly smiled at them, his hair bouncing a bit as he nodded his head. He was beautiful even from afar. You happily sigh thinking how luck you got to be with him. You were too busy staring at him to notices a box on the floor which caused you to trip over. The loud noise has caused everyone in the store including your boyfriend to glance over where the noise has came from. Steve put his finger up letting the customer know he was going to be right back and walked the way he heard where the noise was coming from.
A pair of feet stood in front of your eye sight as you laid on the floor. You knew the pair of feet and who they belonged to. Your eyes rose up to meet your boyfriend’s amused face. He stood there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head as a chuckle escapes from him.
“ Clumsy today, aren’t we?”
You huffed and rose to your feet, rubbing your knees feeling a slight burn there from the fall.
“ I got distracted” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. Steve rose his eyebrow and wondered what on earth would distract you. Your cheeks flushed thinking he was onto you and had you all figured out. But he stood there wondering in silence and you thought he forgot he had a customer waiting for him.
“ Uh, babe” you call him. He hummed in response as he snapped out of his thought and his eyes met yours.
Your finger pointed where the customer stood, waiting for him and watching where he stood. Steve turns his head to see what you were pointing at and his eyes got widen as he rushed back over.
“ I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to keep you waiting” He said, apologizing over and over again. The customer looked at him in amusement, laughed a bit at the way he was stumbling over his words and shook their head at Steve. You laughed too, leaning down to get to box that you tripped over and bringing to the other side of the store.
“ Have a good day!” He shouted towards the customer in hopes he didn’t make himself look like a doofus. But he was your doofus. He made you happy. It hasn’t been that very long that the two of you got together, you were too afraid that he didn’t feel more than a friend sort of way towards you. You thought he was still hung up on Nancy and waiting for her to fall back into his arms.
But it never came. He has chosen you.
You didn’t always think of Steve in that way. No, you were with Eddie first. He was your first love and first everything. He used to be the reason you smiled and laugh. He was really good to you at the beginning of your relationship. He would pick you up in the mornings and drive you to school. He would open doors for you and hold your books. He would give you a good morning kiss and a good night kiss. He would listen to your rants and joke around with you. He’d rush to sit next to you in class. He’d pick up flowers for you when he saw them. He would make mixtapes for you. He would invite you to the HideOut where you watch Corroded Coffin play. You used to sit by him at the Hellfire table and would sit in his campaigns, listening to him talk. He always reassured you and told you how beautiful you were. He was your biggest supporter.
Until things has changed.
Eddie has grown distant, pushing you away and not really having time for you anymore. He would cancel dates telling you he was tired or that Wayne had him something to do. He was always planning a new campaign and telling you how he needs to finish it before he sees you. He was always busy and you hadn’t been a priority to him.
Band practice and D&D was all he did. There was a brief of a kiss on the cheek and a quick hello when he saw you in school. But even in school he was laughing with the rest of the Hellfire Club and goofing off. You would sit besides him at the Hellfire table in silence as you ate your own lunch. Dustin, Mike and the rest of the Hellfire Club had taken notice the distance that Eddie has put between you and him. They never spoken about it because they didn’t want to piss of Eddie and have him cancel a campaign that was coming up.
“ Is everything okay between you and Eddie?” Dustin would ask. You had no idea how to answer him because you weren’t too sure anymore what was going on in your own relationship. It was breaking apart and you had no idea how to approach Eddie with this. Your brain would think about if you did something wrong to piss him or made him mad at you.
But you came up with nothing and you were running into a dead end.
“ I don’t know” you tell him. The look on your face told Dustin that things weren’t okay and you were breaking apart. He pulls you into his arms for a comforting hug as he rubs your back.
Dustin and the rest of the guys thought that they were pulling Eddie away from you and they were the cause of your relationship to go downhill. But that wasn’t the case.
Eddie did’t seem to be interested in the relationship anymore or you.
Finally one day, you had enough of this and stormed into the theatre room sending an apologetic look to the others for interrupting the campaign that was going on. Eddie’s head shoots towards you, sending you a glare for interrupting but you stormed up to him and laid it out there for him.
If he was even going make time to talk to you about your relationship than you were going to make the time for him.
“ Listen here Eddie Munson, I don’t know who you think you are anymore but this isn’t how a relationship works. You keep pushing me away when all I want is for you to make a little amount of time for me. I don’t know what I did wrong for you to act this way towards me but I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want to keep waiting in hopes you are going to come back one day and tell me you want to be with me and you were just too busy with practice or the campaign. I’m tired of this, from this day forward Eddie Munson…” you leaned down to whisper into his face and looking into those brown eyes you used to love looking into, “ We are done.”
You pulled away. The color on his face washes as his face turns pale, and his eyes gloss over as he looks up at you. His lower lip quivers as he hangs his head feeling hurt. He knows he messed up and he knows he’s been pushing you away.
“ Carry on” you tell the others, waving to them as you make your way to the door. Not even glancing back at Eddie feeling like a sort of weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You were going to look forward and not backward, moving past this or least try your best.
The others look towards Eddie as his head hung but his shoulder shook as he silently cried sitting on his throne. He never imagined you’d be the one to break up with him.
Now he gets to watch you be happy with someone else. Someone that he doesn’t think is the right fit for you but he doesn’t tell you what he thinks of your relationship. He lets it be because he wants you to be happy even though he’s hurting deeply inside. He should of treated you better. He should of made more time for you. He should of done more.
The door opened to Family Video and the sound of your friends voices filled your ears. Your head popped up seeing Nancy, Dustin, Mike, El and Eddie walk through the doors talking very loudly while Dustin was waving his arms as he explained himself. You stared in amusement at your boyfriend who threw his own hands in the air knowing Dustin was going to make a mess out of his videos stacked on the counter or Eddie was going to skim his fingers through all the movies in the horror section, rearrange them for Steve to put them back where they belonged.
You laughed going back to stacking the new once that had came in onto a shelf while you were humming. You hadn’t noticed a pair of feet before you. The jingle coming from them and the scent of weed, pine, cigarettes and his shampoo was a straight give away on who it was. You didn’t even need to look at him to know it was Eddie. Your mouth suddenly began to grow dry and your unsure what he wants. You don’t even know what to say to him.
Things between the two of you weren’t really good per say. You came to him from time to time to get weed since you’ve been working more hours and stressing yourself out with things at home too.
“ Anything interesting came in?” He squatted down, one of his hands grasp the box as he took a look inside of the remaining films in there that you haven’t even touched. The lump in your throat felt heavy as you avoided eye contact. He hums as he notices a film that seems to catch his attention and pulls it out of the box to take a look at the back. His eyes scan over the writing it there but his eyes drop over to where your stacking the films noticing you haven’t said a word to him at all.
“ Cat got your tongue?” He asks. He waits to see if your going to say something to him but you don’t as you pull the empty box from his grasp and stood back up. You were ready to take it to the back when he ripped it out your hands.
“ Did you go mute or something?” He asked trying to catch your eyes in hopes you’d make eye contact with him.
You hadn’t noticed the store had gotten silent and eyes were on you and Eddie. Steve grew closer to where you were, eyebrows knitted together as he was ready to come between if Eddie tried something. He knew what happened between you and Eddie.
You looked behind Eddie at your boyfriend who’s eyes filled with concern.
“ Leave her be, Eddie” Nancy tells Eddie. Both Eddie and Steve turned at the sound of her voice. You hadn’t noticed the look on Steve’s face when he looked at her. You were making your way to the back with the empty box in your hands. You kinda were glad at that time for her as she made Eddie’s attention away from you even for a few minutes. But you chose not to look at your own boyfriend’s face that brighten up at the sound of her voice.
Eddie did. He saw it. He looked over to Nancy as the two shared a look between each other. She looked away noticing Eddie has been watching. Steve snapped his gaze away from her noticing you were making your way back.
“ Are there any more boxes?” He asked trying to shield that he was looking at Nancy and his eyes were begging him him to take one more look. You shook your head moving to the side where Dustin stood as he was rummaging inside his backpack for something.
“ Everything, alright?” You asked noticing his sense of worry as he couldn’t find what he was looking for.
“ Aha!” He shouted taking out a bag cookies that seem to be a little crushed up. His smiling face dropped as he sighed to himself seeing some of them damaged and broken. An apologetic look crossed his face when he passed you the cookies.
“ My mom told me to give you these, she said it was a thank you for tutoring me last week you came over” he says. “ I’m sorry they look broken. My comic books must of crushed them” he zipped up his backpack but you still happily took the cookies. You weren’t going to pass the opportunity of cookies.
“ It was nothing, but thank you” when you were too busy talking to Dustin, Nancy and Steve were sharing another look. This time Eddie saw their eyes sparkle at each other. His eyebrows knitted together as his brain tried to wrap around to see if something was going on between the two of them. His eyes locked on your figure to see you were too busy distracted talking to Dustin to notice this all. Was Steve cheating on you?
Eddie kept his mouth shut because he didn’t know the truth. He has seen the looks but he has no idea if something was going on. He didn’t want to assume.
“ When is everyone coming over for D&D?” Dustin asked Eddie. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts as he looked over to Dustin telling him the time that they were coming over. You had finally turned around spotting your boyfriend looking at Nancy.
You look between the two of them to see what was going on but they have been gazing at each other. Your heart sank a little feeling the feeling in your gut tell you that you should believe what you were seeing. That the two of them still had something going on. There was missed feelings.
Eddie saw the sadness in your eyes and the little hope there. He sees it. His own heart hurts feeling like you were going to get up hurt. But he can’t say anything, you two aren’t on the best of terms right now and he had no idea if he was ever going to get the chance to have you in his life, even if it’s just a friend.
“We should go, we have to pick up Lucas and Max” Dustin says as he reminded Nancy. Nancy snapped her eyes from Steve as she nodded her head, brushing her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat.
“ Right. It was nice to see you….” She cleared her throat, “ Steve” She said his name so sweetly causing you to cringe inside. Her eyes moved over to you seeing you were still here and you were now watching her cautiously. “ Y/N” she added. Your name rolling of her tongue and her nose twitched.
The two of you were never really friends, you just knew each other in school and because she used to be with Steve.
“ You too” Steve answered her, he attempted to smile at her but dropped it forgetting for a moment that you were here too. He covered it up with clearing his throat as he looked away and his eyes focused on you. You were now standing behind the counter turned to straighten out the stack of his films he had made to occupy from watching her.
You felt the rise of goosebumps and feeling the air tighten knowing eyes were watching the three of you in silence.
“ I’m going to stay here for a little longer, I want to find something for movie night on Friday. You’re still coming over, Henderson?” Eddie asked breaking the tension and you were thankful he did.
“ Why wouldn’t I? As long as it’s not Nightmare on Elm Street, I’ve lost count how many times we watched it”
“ It’s a good movie, right Y/N?” He asked. It was the very first film you have watched with Eddie when you were with him. First movie night with him. Your hands froze from making sure Steve’s tapes weren’t falling over and swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded your head. You weren’t going to speak feeling if you used your voice then it would be all over.
Eddie chuckled at your reaction. Steve frowned and crossed his arms over his chest as he stood in Eddie’s view of blocking you from looking at you. Eddie stopped and noticed right away what Steve had done.
“ Let’s talk about this movie you need to find, Munson” Steve says as he put his hand on Eddie’s back leading him away from the counter while you turned around quickly making your way to the back. You felt like you weren’t able to breath and things were getting hot. You felt like something was crawling all over you from the two of them being in the same room as you. There was so much tension. You felt it.
You closed the door of the office putting your back to it and leaning against it. You closed your eyes taking deep breathes in and out. A knock came to the door a few minutes later causing your eyes to snap open. Your heart racing not knowing who was on the other side of the door. Did Eddie leave? Was it you and Steve?
You didn’t want to open the door just yet.
“ It’s me, honey” you heard the sound of your boyfriends’ voice on the other side of the door. A breath of relief comes from you as you step away from the door and your hand reaches for the handle to pull the door open. He’s standing there with a worry look on his face. Your eyes move behind his shoulder to see if you were going to spot Eddie. But you saw no sign of him. It was like Steve read your mind and answered your question where you were wondering where Eddie had gone to.
“ I sent him home, he left” He says as he steps into the room.
His hand reached out to take your own in his hands as he squeezes them and bends down to eye level with you.
“ Are you okay?” He asked. “ Did he say something to you?”
You shook your head.
“ Do you want to go home? We can close early and we can cuddle for the rest of the night”
You shook your head again.
“ Can you please use your words, honey? Can you do that for me?” He asks. Your lips drew in a thin line as you gazed at your boyfriend searching his face. The words were on the tip of your tongue begging you to ask him if he still cared for Nancy the way he cared for you. You saw the look on his face before, it was nothing from the way he looked at you like that.
Instead the words, “ I’m good and we need get up front. Who knows who else might come in today” you mumbled. He frowned when you pulled your hands away from his grasp and made your way to the door but he put his hand up in front of the door preventing you from opening it.
“ What did I do?” He asked.
You wanted to tell him how you felt about the way he looked at Nancy. It wasn’t the first time he did it. You question yourself if being with him was worth it and if he was still hung up on her. There must be something more special about her than you were to him.
“ We’re okay” you tell him, reaching on toes to kiss him on the cheek. It was to reassure him slightly that they were okay but in the back of your mind, you were hurting and you were scared to lose him.
“ Okay” Steve nodded, really not sure about it right now but he wasn’t going to push.
It was move night at Steve’s house when you first notice the look of distance from him and his chosen spot was right next to her leaving the open space to have you sit by Eddie. He sends you an apologetic look when he notices the empty spot next to him when you arrived with snacks in your hands.
“ Let me help you with those” Eddie offers standing from his spot as he makes his way over to you to help you, he walks into Steve’s kitchen while you gaze at your boyfriend who’s too busy shuffling through the movies in his hands to figure out what you watch first and Nancy leaning over at him talking to him. Your heart felt like a knife has struck it, leaving an open wound there. The tears in your eyes were blurring your vision as you walked into the kitchen.
You held yourself together feeling your stomach tie in horrible knots at the feeling you were feeling. Eddie had already placed two bowls for you to pour your snacks in that were still in your hands. He does takes notices of the look on your face and doesn’t say anything because it’s not his place even though all he wants is to walk into the living room and smack Steve in the head. He holds the bowl for you when you open one bag of chips and starts to pour into the bowl.
No words are exchanged between you and Eddie. They don’t need to. There is an understanding on his face and the small smile he sends you is a reassuring one that brings you comfort. The two of you have a moment of looking at one another before it’s interrupted.
“ Any day now, Munson” Max peeks her head out as she looks between the two of you, “ Oh am I interrupting something?” She asks. “ Or are you two going to stand there gawking at each other all night?”
Eddie and you turn to glare at Max who’s smirking. She knows the fact that Eddie has not gotten over you or will ever, she knows his secret and she is aware how Steve is acting. She wants to knock his head in, but she’s more worried on how you’ll handle it. She sees you aren’t too troubled by it, so she’s not doing anything.
“ Shut it, Mayfield” Eddie mutters to her as he pushes a bowl into her hands and walking past her. You walk into the living room a few minutes later as the movie starts to play. You take one more look at your boyfriend who hasn’t moved from his spot as he doesn’t get up to give you a kiss when you walked through the door, he doesn’t greet you with open arms and a smile, he doesn’t look your way but only has nodded his head when you walked in.
That was the only acknowledgment he has given you. You glanced down at your chosen outfit for the night and seeing nothing wrong with it. A hand is placed on your arm on one side, a squeeze was given and you turn your head meeting Robin’s gaze as she reassures you that what your wearing is comfortable and cute. She waves you off when you turn again to look at your boyfriend.
“ Ignore the dickhead” she mutters in your ear. She throws her arm around your shoulder where you cuddle into her side. She doesn’t mind one bit.
The second time you notice your boyfriend’s distance is when he didn’t show up one morning to drive you to work. You tapped your fingers on your knees and sat on the front steps of the house waiting for him. Your mom has left for work while your dad was away on the a business trip.
You look down at your watch seeing the time on it. It was almost time for you to go to work and he hasn’t shown up to drive you to work. You had two options, you could ride your bike to work or you could go back inside and have someone else drive you to work. Robin doesn’t drive. You weren’t going to ask Nancy to drive you. No, that wasn’t the option. You had another option. Eddie. You waited a couple more minutes before giving up that your boyfriend wasn’t coming to pick you up.
“ Asshole” you muttered to yourself, making your way back into the house and heading towards the kitchen to get the phone. It was hanging on the wall when you spotted it. Your hand reached for it, hesitantly dialing it. You still remember the numbers as clear as day and it rang and rang until he picked up the phone.
“ Munson Residence, how can we help you?” The edges of your lips pulled up into a small smile, you wanted to snicker too. Eddie was always such a character when he picked up the phone.
“ Hi Eddie” the sound of your voice almost threw Eddie off balance as his eyes got widen. You never called him anymore. This must of been important. “ What did Harrington do now?” He asked, he took his pants off the floor and put them on. You heard the chain jingle on the other line knowing what he was doing.
“ Did I wake you?” You asked, “ I’m sorry” you added. “ This was stupid, you can go back to bed…” you muttered.
“ No, I’m awake. What’s wrong?” He asked.
You sighed, looking around your kitchen, “ Steve was suppose to drive me to work this morning but he never showed up… I was wondering…” you didn’t even get to finish hearing him grab his keys.
“ I’ll be there in 10” he says.
“ Eddie…” you started to say but he already knew what you were going to say.
“ I know” he says, hanging up. The next ten minutes, Eddie was in front of your house and beeped the horn letting you know he’s there. You threw the door open and ran to the van, throwing the door open and hopping inside. The familiar sent of weed, pine, cigarette fills you. It’s something you really used to and something you miss. But you don’t tell him that and he doesn’t need to know that.
“ Thank you for, you know..picking me up and driving me..” You mumbled, buckling up as he waited for you to do so. He was more careful driver now since the two of you broke up.
“ It’s not a problem. I’m sorry dickhead was too busy doing whatever do pick you up.”
“ It’s fine” the drive to work was silent, Eddie had put on some music to cut the silence out. It made him uncomfortable and he was itching to ask you how you were doing, honestly. He wanted to hear you talk to him. But he was scared because he doesn’t know where the two of you stand.
He parks the car in front of Family Video and your boyfriends car is parked already in his spot. You frowned, unbuckling. Maybe, he forgot to pick you up this morning. It felt strange that he didn’t. He always remembers.
“ Thank you again” you turned to Eddie as he nods, lowering his music. He wants to reach over to wrap your in a hug but chooses to lean back in his seat and watch you get out of the van and to the front doors of Family Video. He watches just as your hand opens the door, your shoulder hunching up and something about the way you walked in told him you were seeing something you didn’t like.
The thing you were seeing was Nancy and Steve talking to one another in the comedy section. The door jingled letting Steve know there was a customer but it was you that was walking through the doors. Steve turns his had about to greet the customer he thought it was and when it was you, he went back to listening to what Nancy was telling him. You stood at the front door, ready to work but your heart shattered seeing what you saw. He didn’t bother to walk over to you to kiss you, or greet you in any way.
It hurt. She did though and you didn’t return it.
You hated working here. Why couldn’t Robin be here instead?
When Nancy had left an hour later, your back was to the counter watching as your boyfriend looked through a magazine on the counter.
“ So, this is what we’re doing now?”you asked. Steve’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as he flipped a page.
“ What are you talking about?” He finally asked, it was mumbled into his hand as he leaned his head on it.
“ This” you pointed between the two of you, “ You were suppose to pick me up from work this morning or did all your brain cells flew out of your head?” He closed the magazine and straightened himself out. He put his hands on the counter and sighed.
“ I forgot” he says with a shrug. It was like he didn’t care about you or this relationship anymore.
“ Real nice, did you forget your my boyfriend too?” He closed his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair.
“ Right, what really am I to you?”
He shook his head and puts his hands up as he walked from behind the counter and around. “ I don’t wanna talk about this right now, there is new inventory coming in later by the way. Keith is stooping by too.” Steve says as he walks to the back.
“ Jerk” you mumbled, scoffing at the sight of him.
The third time that Steve was becoming distant to you was when he canceled date night that you had planned for weeks now and he said something about his parents throwing a party at home where he needed to be there. You asked if you could see him after and he said he was going to go to bed later and hung up the phone
You stared at your phone hoping it would magically ring but it doesn’t. Tears roll down your cheeks and you brought your knees up to your chest crawling back on your bed thinking on why did you deserve this. First Eddie was distant with you in your relationship with him and now Steve was doing the saws thing.
It had been the third time he has done this. Your relationship with him wasn’t the same. He didn’t call you, “ Honey” anymore, he didn’t crawl through your bedroom window anymore, he didn’t look at you like you were his whole world, he didn’t tell you how beautiful you looked anymore, there were no kisses, no cuddles, no sex either and more importantly his attention was on her.
You should of have known that it was her. It was going to be her all along. You felt so alone and so unwanted.
He proved it to you that it was her along when you came over his house the following day to talk to him about your relationship with him and how the two of you were going to continue to happen if he was going to be like this.
But the sight you saw made you feel like your heart has been run over by a big garbage truck over and over until there were little pieces of it left and thrown into a shredder where it was going to be taken to a dump ground. It didn’t matter anymore how you felt about him.
It was all there.
He had his arms wrapped around her as her hands were wrapped around him as the two were lip locking right in front of his house, near his car. They hadn’t noticed you standing there or heard the sound of your footsteps. All the focus were on each other and you swore you never felt such hurt in your life. Not until now, not until you saw your boyfriend cheating on you with the girl he never gotten over.
The tears that were flowing down your cheek were wiped away with the back of your hands. You needed to get away from here and before you know it, your feet take you somewhere were you used to feel comfort and safe. You stare at his trailer seeing the van parked out front and no sign of Wayne’s truck. He must be working late. You wrapped your arms around yourself making your way to the door and giving it three knocks. It used to be way to tell Eddie that it was you who was knocking on his door.
It’s something the two of you came up with when the other came over.
Eddie’s head shot up in concern hearing the knocks. Three knocks. His heart raced knowing it was you. Why were you here? He looked at the time on the wall and he didn’t know if you were working today or not. It was so unusual for you to come to him or ever now.
The three knocks came again.
“ I’m coming” you hear him say through the other side of the door and balance back on the balls of your feet waiting for him to open the door. The door swings open revealing Eddie, he’s in pajamas and a Metallica shirt on with his hair down in messy mane of curls. He has a spoon in his hands that has peanut butter on it.
“ Hey” you mumble. Your voice isn’t loud and Eddie scans your face seeing puffiness underneath your eyes.
“ What’s wrong?” He says, leaning against the door with his shoulder as he licks some peanut butter off the spoon, waiting for you to talk to him. You sniffled, looking away from him.
“ Um, I have a $20 on me. Do you have some weed I can buy off of you?” Eddie straightens himself out and looks you over again.
“ I do, come in” he says, holding the door letting you walk in. You move past him, brushing up against him slightly and he closes the door after you walk. He goes to the back where his room is leaving you in standing in the middle of the living room as you eyes look at the familiar cups that you have looked at many times when you were over.
He comes back a few minutes later with a small bag in your hands.
“ You haven’t bought from me in awhile, did something happen?” He asked. He stands before you watching as you fish out a grumbled $20 from your back pocket of your pants and hand to him. He eyes it but doesn’t take it.
“ Nothing” you mumbled, shaking the money in your hands waiting for him to take it.
He doesn’t look like he believes you.
“ Take it” you shove the money in his chest now but the money drops on the ground. Your hand outstretches waiting for the bag of weed he has in his hands to be given to you but it doesn’t come.
“ I don’t have all day, Eddie” he sighs as he gives you the weed. It looks more than what he usually gives you.
“ You were crying” he points out when he reaches down to grab the bill off the ground. “ It’s not nothing when you’ve been crying.”
Your bottom lip quivers and tears began to roll down your cheeks. Eddie frowns and throws his arms around you and pulls you into him as he holds you. One of his hands come up into your hair, combing the knots from it as the other rubs your back in comfort. He hopes it would help, stop you from crying.
“ He kissed her..” You mumble into his shirt that was already soaked with your tears. Eddie didn’t seem to hear it because he pulled away from you and asked you to repeat yourself on what you had told him.
“ I saw them kissing” you tell him. “ He cheated on me” Eddie’s eyes widen and his jaws dropped from what he heard.
“ Oh, he’s a goner..” Eddie says as he makes his way to the door, he was ready to sock the light out of Steve Harrington. But your hand on his wrist pulls him back. He turns around seeing you were shaking and crying again. He pulls you back into his arms where he leads youth the couch.
“ You don’t deserve that”
You shrug in response.
“ he's a fool. Bigger fool than I was. I had you, I was just stupid enough to take you for granted, but I would never cheat on you. You were and ... still are the only one for me. I've never stopped loving you."
The words pull you into a shock as you gaze at him to see if he was serious or not. He was. He wasn’t smiling. There wasn’t a trace of he’s joking in his eyes. They are filled with love, hope and need in them. Those brown doe eyes of his are scanning your face for some answers.
“ Eddie..I..” He shakes his head putting a finger to your lips to hush you.
“ You don’t need to say anything right now, I needed you to know that I still love you.. always will love you…”
You don’t know how it happened but the next thing you know is your face is leaning in, close enough for feel his breath on your face. Eddie is gazing down at your lips and back at your eyes.
“ What are you doing?” He asks. “ You don’t want to do this” he says.
Your hand comes up to his face, fingers running over his cheeks and moving some hair away from his face.
“ You’re vulnerable and I can’t take advantage of that” he says.
“ You’re not” you mumble to him, brushing your lips against his. His eyes close feeling your lips press softly against his. You are testing the waters and letting him pull away if he doesn’t want to do this. You didn’t feel wrong about this. Something about this felt right and Eddie grabs onto you and pulls you into his lap. Your legs are on either side of him while his hand go underneath your shirt to run his hands down your back.
The soft kisses turn into much more deeper, passionate and filled with need as his tongue slides into your mouth meeting your own for battle. Your hands go into his hair, tugging it and wanting to hear every sound he could make from his mouth. You feel him harden underneath you as he moans when you tug on his hair. His lips travel from your lips to your neck where he lays kisses around your neck until he gets to the spot where he knows you’ll arch your back and moan from him.
He remembers every sound you could make, the way you felt around him and the way he made you feel good. He remembers it all and can’t believe it’s happening. He has had many dreams where he wished it was happening in real time. Now, he has that opportunity and he’s not letting it slip away.
Eddie slide off the couch with you in his arms, carrying you into his bedroom where he gently drops you onto the bed. There is lust and hunger in his eyes when he gazes down at you.
He thinks to himself how Steve Harrington is missing out on such a great girl like you.
He throws his shirt off and it lands on the floor somewhere. His eyes darkness when he spots you taking off your pants noticing the wet spot on your panties. He licks his lips at the sight. Your eyes catch his him looking, cheeks going red feeling shy all of sudden.
“ Oh kitten, no need get shy on me now. I’ve seen it all before, let me make you feel good. Let me make you forget your stupid boyfriend, let me make your brain go dumb. Would you like that?”
You whimper at his words. It’s all he needs as he crawls on top of you and for the rest of the night, you don’t sleep much as he makes your brain go dumb and you forget your in a relationship too. But you felt safe, you felt good and you felt wanted by Eddie.
When you woke up, Eddie was already awake as he gazed down at you. As soon as he saw you, a smile appeared on his face.
“ Good morning, sunshine” he greets you.
“ Good morning” you groan, stretching your arms above your head. You dreaded going back home thinking your parents might be home and would give you a lecture about seeing you as a hot mess that you were going to appear on the doorstep of your house.
“ You know.. Harrington really never deserved you… ever.. if you ever gave me another chance, I would never hurt you the way he hurt you. I would not push you away or distance myself ever again either.. it hurts to much to lose you..it hurts too much to watch him hold you, and to hear him call you “ honey.” He scrunched up his nose in disgust.
“ I don’t know, Eddie. You’ve hurt me, Steve hurt me… I just need some time to figure out what I want…” Eddie nods sadly and reaches out with his hands to caresses your cheek.
“ I’ll wait as long as you need” you smile at him, turning your head to kiss his palm.
You were surprised when you saw Steve the next morning waiting on the front step of your house with flowers in his hands. His hand was running his fingers through his hair. He seems to be talking to himself when you approach the house. His head shots up when he catches you standing there. It makes him jump slightly, not really expecting you to stand there.
“ How long have you been standing there?” He asks. He stands up from the steps with the flowers in one hand and the other he straightens out the collar of his shirt. He stops in his tracks when he takes notices how messy your hair is up, he takes notice the sleepless look in your eyes, he notices how your shirt is on the other side and he takes notices of the hickey’s on your neck.
“ W-what are t-those?” He asks pointing to his neck motioning to your own neck. Your hand shoot up to cover the hickeys as red appears on your cheeks remembering last night of how Eddie made you feel so good.
“ Those are hickey’s” you answered him truthfully. Steve’s mouth drops as his eyes widen. The flowers in his hands drop onto the ground and he shakes his head.
“ Oh don’t look shocked, Harrington. I know you have been cheating on me with Nancy” the color on his face washes away when he hears you. A guilty look crosses his face as he looks down at the ground.
“ I didn’t mean to, I….it was a thing that happened… I’m sorry” his head shot up as his eyes gloss over with tears. You rolled your eyes at the sight.
“ That’s okay, things happened last night too.. for me” you mumbled, nodding your head. He sniffled looking at you like you torn out his heart and threw it into a lake where it was ate by sharks.
“ What?” He asked. “ Who was it?”
“ It was Eddie” you told him, making your way around him to the steps of your house. Fist clenched by Steve’s side as he angrily turned around to glare at you.
“ You slept with your ex boyfriend?” He harshly asked, spatting the words.
“ You did the same thing” He shook his head telling you he didn’t but you didn’t believe it and walked back over to him. You tugged down the collar of his shirt, undid the buttons seeing his chest hair there. You saw hickeys on his neck too. They were much bigger than yours.
“ You can’t hide it, Harrington. You thought bringing me flowers would fix whatever we had?” His tears flooded down his cheeks as he stared at you angrily.
“ I really hope she makes you happy, I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you” he shook his head, jaw tightened.
“ Don’t call me, don’t come over, don’t look at me or talk to me at work. I don’t want to hear your sad excuses, I’m tired of it, of you and all of it. You’ve hurt me for the last time.”
“ I hope Eddie was worth hurting me”
“ He was, and he’s satisfied me more times than you ever could” with that you walked inside the house, slamming the door leaving a broken, crying Steve Harrington on your front yard.
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