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eddiescorrodedcoffin86 · 1 year

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Eddie Munson x Secret Metalhead Reader Headcanon ft. your first kiss

Suggested by the lovely @crazygalore 🥰 sorry it took so long I work so much now🙃

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You looked nothing like a typical metalhead: you didn’t wear black, or chains, or pins of your bands. It was something you kept a secret, like this bonus side to your natural personality.

I’m talking pastel skirts, frilly tops, and fluffy pastel sweaters. Your wardrobe was 90% pastels, 5% sequins, and 5% black.

Complete sunshine disposition and everything: you speak to squirrels, birds, any time creature you cross paths with on your way to and from school (which you walk for the sake of speaking to tiny animals)

So, of course, when Eddie had gone to your house for the first time, your room hadn’t been a surprise: decorated with more pastels and sequins and frilly drapes and blankets.

What was a surprise was your little music station. He saw a Tears for Fears tape, a Blondie tape, and then underneath that was the kicker. Neatly hidden away from your parents and other visitors’ wandering eyes there were some familiar tapes, and a couple vinyls hidden away between the wall and your nightstand.

He lets out this loud scream that scares the ever loving shit out of you and makes you drop the textbook you were holding as you turn around to look at him.

“YOU’VE GOT “KILL ‘EM ALL” ON VINYL?!” You blinked rapidly and looked at him and then the vinyl in his hands. “Um… yeah.” You shifted a little.

You didn’t know why you were nervous about Eddie finding out you listened to rock music, you’d been so careful to keep it a secret for so long, and he’d busted you within five seconds of being in your room.

Of course, Eddie didn’t judge, instead he got this excited little kid look on his face as he asked if he could put it on. “We’re supposed to study…. But…. Okay.” The smile on his face had grown three sizes as he rushed over to your record player and put it on.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were having a headbanging contest, sitting criss-cross from one another. Eddie insists he won but you're almost positive it was you.

After a "heated" argument about who won, you fell back on the bed. "So- I've got a question." He turned over on his side once you'd both caught your breath and you repeated the action. "What is it?"

"I know all the stigma around it but.. why hide the fact that you like heavy metal?" He chuckled softly as you shrugged a little. "Partially because of my parents... they would freak out if they saw even one Metallica tape or record, I don't want to imagine what they'd do if they saw a whole collection... other than that im not sure, i mean, im trying to make my highschool experience as easygoing as i possibly can... keeping my head down and blending in is the best way to do that... can't blend in if I'm constantly blabbering about my love for 'Kill 'em All'... I’d like to be more expressive about it but… maybe I’m scared.” You shrugged a little.

No one had ever listened so intently when you spoke. But Eddie… Eddie was completely tuned in, staring directly into your eyes, giving you all of his attention. He seemed to understand where you were coming from. “Well… probably wise you keep it from your parents if they’re as weird about it as you say.” He’d hate for you to get in trouble over something as trivial as music. “As for the school thing… Y’know I guess I get it.. people at school are pretentious… but on the other hand… that goes against.. like everything I stand for so obviously I think you should be a little more open about it at school.”

You considered what he said, it made sense. “You don’t have to constantly talk about it to make your interest known. Of course, you don’t have to say it at all, really. Carry your favorite tapes around, you’d be surprised how relaxed you’ll feel knowing your favorite songs are on hand.” You hummed in thought and nodded slowly, you were pretty loose with your backpack, it would be easy for someone to come across the tapes, and then you could casually mention they were good and not say anything else.

On the outside looking in the idea seemed stupid, why have to carry it at all? But you were tired of pretending to only like Madonna or Michael Jackson, or whoever was popular at the time. So it made sense. You shrugged and nodded. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.” You smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna start doing that…”

Eddie nodded and then hummed. “Y’know- you could also… sit with the club at lunch if you Uh… ever need a break from your friends or whatever.” He was trying so hard to sound casual, but there was this hopeful tone in his voice that you found completely endearing. “Tomorrow?” You suggested, which obviously surprised him because his eyes widened and then he smiled widely. “Tomorrow. Cool.”

You smiled and nodded. “Cool.”

“Cool.” “Cool.” you looked at eachother and laughed softly. “Can I ask you something else?” You giggled and nodded. “Sure, why not?”

He nodded and seemed a little more hesitant to ask this question, clearing his throat and taking just a little longer to get it out, but eventually he just nodded and spit the words out. “Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks went bright red and you only hesitated for a second before you nodded. "Yeah." You said softly, smiling at him as you fiddled with the sleeve of your sweater.

Eddie smiled more and nodded before he sat up on his elbow, looking down at you with a softer smile before he reached up and cupped your cheek with one hand before finally leaning down to press his lips to yours.

You'd kissed guys before, but none of those could even compare to kissing Eddie. He was soft but firm, kept your head still with his hand resting on your jawbone. Rather than shoving his tongue between your lips, he coaxed them open, gave you time to pull back if you didn't want the kiss to go any further.

Instead of tangling and fighting for dominance, he worked his tongue with yours, taking note of all the noises and tiny movements you made, memorizing your reactions whenever his free hand would wander, moving away if it seemed to be too much, tightening and lingering whenever you had a positive reaction.

Kissing Eddie was... exactly like what you would imagine kissing a Greek God like Athena would be like.

Let's just say the next day, and every day after that, your signature seat was right there by Eddie (or quite literally in his lap) instead of over by your slightly snobby friends.

#eddie munson #eddie munson's rings #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #eddie munson headcannons #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson’s rings #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 2 years

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Eddie ADHD Autistic Munson absolutely clinks his rings together as a stim.

Thinking? clink clink

Bored? clink clink

Excited? clink clink

Nervous? clink clink

#I will take no critiques on this #I'm doing it right now and it scratches the itch in my brain #i know it would his too #eddie munson #eddie munson's rings #eddie munson's hands #eddie munson has adhd #eddie munson is autistic

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myosotisa · 3 months

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some of y'all have seriously forgotten that Eddie is an absolute loser who doodles dragons on every single piece of paper he can get his hands on

#like yes he is also metal #and wears alt clothing #but most importantly he is a dungeons and dragons nerd who would rules lawyer you #he does lil dances in the lunch room while yelling about his anti manifesto #some of yall saw the rings and the ability to hotwire a car and decided to make him a cool guy #he is not #stranger things #eddie munson

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bigskyandthecoldgun · 8 months

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steddie angst where eddie thinks steve won’t hold his hand bc he doesn’t take their relationship seriously, but steve just has a really bad nickel allergy and he just knows eddie’s costume jewelry ass rings would make his hands itchy

#he doesn’t want to ask eddie to take the rings off bc he likes them too much #based off my own nickel allergy #miscommunication for the most stupid of reasons is my favorite trope idc idc #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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solarmorrigan · 2 months

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Any time Eddie reaches for Steve's hair, Steve stops him. Whether it's when they're kissing and Eddie wants to bury his hands in it, or something more casual, like when Steve is sitting in front of Eddie while they watch a movie and Eddie idly tries to play with it

The moment Eddie's hands start to stray backwards from Steve's face, or upwards from his shoulders, Steve stops him. He's actually grabbed Eddie's hand midair once

Everyone assumes it's because Steve's hair is Off Limits

It's actually because Eddie keeps forgetting he's wearing his dumbass chunky rings and they once got so tangled in Steve's hair that Eddie had had to slip his fingers out of them before he could actually work them free, and now Eddie isn't allowed to touch Steve's head unless he takes the rings off first

#speaking as someone who used to have long hair and got it tangled in my jewelry more frequently than I'd care to admit #I cringe a tiny bit every time I see pictures of Eddie carding his fingers through his own or Steve's hair while still wearing those rings #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve

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undreaming-fanfiction · 25 days

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My brain refuses to sleep, so more drabbling! Probably modern-ish AU?

Steve makes a career for himself as a re-decorator (or de-decorator, as he loves to call himself). His clientele are those celebrities who rose to fame so quickly they have plenty of money, but they don't have time to make their houses feel like home. They just bought penthouses and mansions and now live in homes that are fancy, but they feel like hotels.

Steve is there to fix that.

One of his clients is the hard working rockstar Eddie Munson whose life path went from a trailer park to couch surfing to living with 4 people in a tiny apartment, then suddenly tours, hotels and boom! He has a house that looks like an IKEA prop.

He doesn't hide his distaste at the pristine condition of the place (yes, Eddie has a cleaner). "Oh god. A beige carpet?" he scoffs and he sounds so bitchy Eddie decides he likes him already.

He likes him even more when Steve puts on reading glasses. Damn.

Over coffee, they discuss what Eddie wants. Except Steve doesn't just...tell him. He doesn't give him any hints. He just keeps asking about Eddie's favorite colors, what movies he likes, does he have hobbies apart from music? Can Steve see some of the items that bring him comfort?

And Eddie's surprised. "Shouldn't you, like...be telling me what I'm supposed to want?" he asks the gorgeous man who almost wails when he sees the vase with fresh flowers ("This is the third place in a row that has this fugly thing! Is it like a status symbol? Uh, tasteless.").

And Steve just stares at him. "Uh, Mr. Munson?"

"Eddie."

Steve nods. "Eddie. Why should I have any say in what you want? If you ask me what's practical, easy to clean, what bounces off light well, that's another thing. But in matters of taste...you're the boss. You live here, I don't. (Pity, Eddie thinks) Now, let's change this place into somewhere you actually like staying, hm?"

They spend the whole afternoon talking. Eddie opens up about what he loved before the touring and expectations from his agent took that from him. He talks about the Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons, fantasy in general, and Steve listens, makes tons of notes and asks questions that make Eddie's heart bleed, such as "and who is your favorite Lord of the Rings character?" and "you mentioned elves, dwarves, orcs, wizards...so what is your favorite group?" and "which DnD class would you be then? I guess a bard? Is that too obvious?". Now, Steve doesn't know much about these things, but learns quickly and works with the info he has.

They walk through the house again, with Steve making notes and wincing at transgressions against humanity or at least against his taste in things ("Oh ew. EW. Glossy finish on a kitchen counter? What is this, a future crime scene?") and Eddie feeling equally amused and curious. Eddie orders dinner for them, it goes something like:

"I don't know what would be appropriate, any preferences?"

"Eddie, there's no time or space when pizza is not appropriate."

"What about a funeral?"

"It puts fun in a funeral."

"Touché."

They follow up on a bunch more things. Steve notices Eddie fidgeting and asks him like the mindreader he is if perhaps the place is too clean for him. "Minimalism is what everyone's trying to push," Steve says, not without sympathy, "but it's not for everyone. I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you seem like a person who'd love a more....personal, cluttered space."

And god, Eddie feels so seen. He tells Steve about all his favorite books and trinkets that he lost during a horrible earthquake in Indiana, so when he moved to the city it was just some clothes and his two guitars. Steve makes so many notes. "I've seen quite a lot of collectibles for your beloved trilogy," he says with a hint of a smile. "Is that something you'd like in your home?" Eddie can't nod any faster.

They talk about the budget (Eddie just scoffs at that, for the first time in his life money is not an issue), Eddie's absolute no go things ("No more vases, please! PLEASE. Also maybe the one room that can stay as it is is the studio, there's no decor"), if he has issues touching any materials, if he wants to keep any areas in the house neutral for visitors (he doesn't). Then finally, he asks Eddie if he wants to be more consulted or surprised.

And Eddie, tired and surprisingly relaxed from talking to Steve, just grins and says: "Surprise me, big boy."

Steve just smirks and makes one more note. "Oh, I will, Eddie."

...

Eddie goes on yet another tour for a couple of months, which is the ideal time for Steve to start working on the house.

Steve sometimes texts Eddie random choices, such as "Rohan or Gondor or both?" or "what's the best pub in the Middle Earth?" and Eddie usually trips over his feet trying to get to his phone after concerts to see if maybe he has another message from Steve. He learns bits and pieces about the man as well - he has a younger brother, Dustin, who is into the same stuff that Eddie is. Sometimes it goes like this:

STEVE: What's the best battle in the LotR movies?

EDDIE: The Ride of the Rohirrim, duh!

STEVE: Dustin says you're wrong, it's the last stand at the gates of Mordor.

EDDIE: The disrespect to king Théoden!

And finally, the big day comes. Eddie meets with Steve at the door. From the outside, the house still looks boring, but that's what they agreed on. At least for now.

But there's one notable difference and Eddie gasps when he sees it.

"I know we said no changes on the outside," said Steve sheepishly, "but I took the liberty to make one slight change."

Where the door used to be bland and white, it is now carved with silver etchings. It replicates the Doors of Durin. Eddie loves it.

Steve smiles at him. "Speak friend and enter, right? Dustin told me. Anyways, are you ready?"

Turns out, Eddie wasn't ready. Steve took all of the shiny and sterile surfaces and turned them into something beautiful.

The kitchen is now in warmer colors, brown and green, imitating the Green Dragon inn, plaque included.

Guest rooms have been changed, each to represent a group or a nation of the Middle Earth. Eddie thinks his uncle will love the Rohirrim one.

No more vases are to be seen, but Steve got potted plants ("almost immortal, as long as your housekeeper waters them once a week or so").

Eddie howls in laughter when he sees that Steve somehow managed to disguise all his security cameras as tiny eyes of Sauron.

The bathroom is inspired by the Rivendell, with soft tones and nods to Elvish architecture.

Eddie's bedroom resembles the Shire, with round shapes and homely motifs.

But Eddie's absolute favorite is the living room.

The only things that remain there that he bought are the massive TV and his stereo system with records. The rest though...

Gone is the ugly and sharp couch that looked like a geometry exercise. The new one is large and comfortable, with a couple of armchairs to finish the cozy feel. The coffee table and TV stand are more rough looking, with decorative ironwork. And then, around the room and on the walls...

"Oh wow," whispers Eddie and Steve beams at him.

There are collectibles and figurines that young Eddie Munson would have killed for. A replica of the Narsil hangs over the TV. It's cluttered but tasteful, still easy to clean, but Eddie always has something to touch, to play with.

And then he spots the bookcase and actually sobs. "What the fuck, Steve?" he asks, but there's no anger, just awe. "How did you know?"

The bookcase is full of Eddie's most beloved books, all that he told Steve about and more, but it's not just that. These aren't just pristine new prints - Steve managed to get both those and well-loved used copies. Most of them are the same editions that Eddie had before the earthquake. He runs his trembling finger over the back of the Hobbit and it feels like home.

"That was the hardest part," says Steve and leaves Eddie to rummage through the books, the old DnD guides and used comic books. "But I assumed you're sick of new and shiny. In fact, most of the collectibles are already used as well. They have some history. As for the books, uh..." He scratches his neck, embarrassed. "I will be honest, I don't read much. Dyslexia and some issues with the eyes, although audio books are making it more possible for me now. So I had to ask Dustin for help. We looked for editions published before the earthquake. I hope we got some of them right?"

Eddie just mutters "Sorry, I'm about to do something really unprofessional now" and pulls Steve into a bear hug. And Steve reciprocates.

"Fuck, this...this is everything," says Eddie into his shoulder. "How did you do this? Are you magic. You must be magic."

Steve grins. "I take it the surprise was a success then?"

Eddie finally pulls back. He would have loved to keep embracing Steve for a bit longer, but boundaries. "A total one. Wow. I mean. It's a lot, but so good. SO GOOD. How can I repay you?"

"You already paid me, Eddie."

"You know what I mean!" Eddie points and the books and apparently also a DVD collection he now owns. "This must have been so much more work than you normally do, no? I doubt every client has you memorize the members of the Fellowship."

"Not just that, but also why Sam is the best," Steve smiles at him and fuck. Eddie might be in love. "It was more than usual, but I loved it, Eddie. That's why I like my job so much, helping people find themselves again. You don't owe me anything. Although, if you're offering..."

"I'm listening."

Steve runs his fingers through that majestic hair. "So, I didn't tell Dustin that I was decorating the house for you, but he's a huge fan of your music. Like, massive, has every album, has been following your career from the start. And feel free to tell me it's too much, you are my client after all, but...he'd love to meet you. Over a pizza, maybe? The plain ham and cheese one you like so it doesn't have too many flavors?"

And Eddie melts. Because Steve still remembers his pizza choice from months ago, even though this definitely wasn't in his notes. He decides there and then that Steven Harrington is a national treasure.

"Sure, big boy," he smiles at Steve, and hopes he didn't imagine Steve leaning into the touch. "How about you invite him over for a movie night or something? With pizza of course."

It looks like Steve could kiss him, but he doesn't. Not yet. That only happens a week later, when they bump into each other in Eddie's kitchen when they scramble to make more popcorn for Dustin.

Steve stays the next night. And maybe a few after that. Always in a different themed bedroom.

They travel for work a lot, but when they are both in Chicago, they always meet in the Green Dragon kitchen, cuddle in the bed that would be far too large for a hobbit, and in the night, Eddie wraps himself around Steve and whispers: "My preciousssss."

And Steve can't really complain, because it's his fault that his boyfriend has re-discovered his dorkiness, so why would he mind?

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steddie drabble #stranger things drabble #steddie au #steddie fanfiction #dustin henderson #lotr steddie #ish #lord of the rings steddie #not proofread we die like Boromir MY BOY #ahem this got long #Steve the redorkifier Harrington #Eddie the reemerging dork Munson

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mind-travel-er · 1 month

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The ring on Eddie’s right hand is often recognized as a “mood ring”. BUT there's a debate that it might be a specific stone. An obsidian snowflake. In close ups, you can actually see the ring better, with black and speckles of white.

A mood ring would be pretty cool. I'm all for it. But guess what?

Upon further research, an obsidian snowflake just so happens to be of importance in DnD. Here’s the description: “When exposed to dragon's breath, the stone absorbed an unpredictable portion of the damage and disintegrated. It is formed when the scorching-hot lava inside a volcano spurts out and cools down. Its birth signifies that in every chaos, peace is inevitable.” Coincidence? Or is it exactly describing Eddie's character arc? In the most chaotic of all places, the Upside Down, Eddie finally found peace when he "didn't run away this time, right?". Joseph Quin described Eddie as guilt ridden over what happened to Chrissy. Eddie could have found some serenity after all, by avenging her in his own way, and buying time for his friends to fight Vecna. It also builds Eddie's character in such an awesome way. He probably stumbled upon that ring in a shop and recognized the obsidian. Just the kind that would protect him from a dragon's breath. A strong metaphor for people waisting their breath on him, calling him a freak and other colorfull nicknames. Eddie is the kind of guy that pays 👏🏻 attention 👏🏻 to the smallest things, wearing daily a DnD reference that most people won't notice. That melts my heart, because it shows our boy is detail oriented.

AND, in lithotherapy, the obsidian snowflake is the stone of rebirth and emotional growth; also why called “the flowering obsidian”.

#I included when Eddie flips the finger even if we can't see the ring properly because... it's Eddie #Also look at his adorable little chin #eddie munson #eddie munson analysis #dnd #stranger things #character analysis #stranger things season 4 #MindTraveler #The amount of details on this show

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artiststarme · 5 months

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Steve looking up at Uncle Wayne as the father figure he never had. Unlike his dad, he doesn’t cheat or disappear from his life when things get tough. Eddie loves it because it means he can see his boyfriend even more. It’s all fun and games until Steve goes to his father figure to complain about his boyfriend leaving him at a McDonald’s after a fight they had. Then Eddie has to deal with an upset boyfriend, a disappointed uncle, and an angry Robin to boot.

He has no choice but to take desperate measures. Eddie tells Hopper that Wayne is trying to take his “cool dad” spot in the Party and watches the chaos unfold.

By time anyone realizes what he’s done, he’s made up with Steve and escapes another murderous rage by the skin of his teeth. Mission accomplished, indeed.

Should I make this into a longer fic? I feel like I could go places with this lol

#afterwards Hopper and Wayne have a heart to heart about who is adopting Steve #they break out into a fight in the diner and the other deputies get called on Hop #which was a bad idea because then Officer Callahan throws his hat in the ring for adopting steve #after all how could ‘two randos about his brother from under his nose?’#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #uncle wayne #chief jim hopper #just a little something something

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eddiescorrodedcoffin86 · 2 years

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Trouble

Part 1: For Your Modesty

Steve gets his punishment.

Eddie didn't die, obviously, or get attacked by the bats because you were all smart and got actual weapons for the decoys. Eddie isn't wanted for the murders anymore. Vecna is dead-dead.

Minors Go Away I'll Kick You In The Forehead. Smut. Sub!Steve. Dom!Eddie. Switch!Reader. Spanking. Spitting. Rimjob. Unprotected p in a sex. Unprotected p in v (but not sex cause he just pushes in and cums). Creampie. Hair Pulling. Choking. Spit As Lube. Actual Lube As Lube. Name Calling (it's Steve you call him names). Orgasm Denial (again, it's Steve). Use of Eddie's handcuffs. Use of his hanky as a gag. Steve calls reader and Eddie mommy and daddy. You and Eddie call Steve pretty girl and use she for him a couple times. So, like, I guess genderfluid Steve or feminization kink. You refer to Steve's cock as she one time. This literally took so long and I'm disgusted with myself for that I'm so sorry. If feminization isn't your thing don't read this please.

After the Upside Down you met up with everyone, being introduced properly to the gang before Hopper went to the police station to straighten out the Eddie-being-a-satanic-murdering-cult-leader thing. Steve had been sure that by the time everything was straightened out, since it took quite a while for things to get decent around town again, that you and Eddie would forget his punishment, prayed for it, even. It had taken almost a month and a half before Eddie could walk down the street without some kind of name be thrown at him, or you could walk into the beauty salon and not hear women talking about him and how they still suspected him, even Steve couldn't go anywhere without hearing something about Eddie. The fact that all of you had supported Eddie also meant that you were under scrutinization half the time, so Steve was sure you'd forgotten, neither of you acted like you were still mad, you were all too busy consoling eachother.

But now? He was in deep shit. The rudeness had come to almost a halt, you weren't being insulted every day so things were pretty much back to normal, you moved in with Wayne and Eddie since your parents disowned you after finding out that you supported Eddie, they already didn't support your relationship so the fact that he was wanted for murder and you stood by him even after they told you not to was the final straw and you'd been out on your ass with whatever you could pack in 30 minutes. That's where you were now, the new Munson trailer was nicer than the old one, cleaner and better put together, not a single draft from a weirdly pained window. You were in your bedroom, laid out on yours and Eddie's bed with you snuggled up between the two of them.

"Now that things are back to normal..." you trailed off and looked at Steve before looking at Eddie for him to finish your sentence. "Ah. Yes." Eddie sat up and looked at Steve. "now we can handle you being a little whore in the Upside Down." He finished.

Steve's eyes widened and he looked between the two of you. "W-what?" He mumbled softly. You let out a teasingly bitter laugh. "Oh, you didn't think we forgot, did you?" You scoffed and looked at Eddie as you sat up. "Apparently he thinks because we get high we're stupid."

"What?! I-I never said that! Eds I didn't say that!" Steve looked at Eddie quickly and shook his head, blinking his glassed over eyes, the pretty brown pearls dry from the several joints the three of you had smoked.

Eddie chuckled. "Aww, sweet boy. I know." He tapped his cheek lightly before dropping his hand. "However. You're still in a lot of trouble for what you pulled with Nancy." He raised a brow.

"W-what? Why?" Steve whined and sat up to be at eye level with the two of you. "We were just... r-reminiscing is all." He shook his head quickly.

"You were flirting." You corrected. "Like a little whore who doesn't get satisfied." You scoffed lightly. "Is that what it is Steve? Me and Eds not doing it for you anymore? You wanna see if Nancy Wheeler can make you cum like we do?"

Eddie scoffed as he moved behind you, moving your hair from your neck to kiss the skin there, looking at Steve from behind you. "She wishes."

Steve widened his eyes and shook his head quickly. "No. No way. You and daddy treat me so well. Don't want anyone else. Didn't mean to flirt with Nancy. I'm sorry." He whined softly

"I'm sure you are, but you still need to be punished." Eddie shook his head and moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Over my knee." He instructed firmly.

"But-but Eds-" Steve looked at you and whimpered. "Please don't let him..." he shifted when you shook your head. "I'm not stepping in this time. You need to be punished for being a little slut."

Steve pouted more but crawled closer to Eddie, frowning when he stopped him from bending over his lap. "Don't look at me like that, take your boxers off." Steve huffed and rolled his eyes a little before getting up to take his boxers off, blushing deeply when his already half hard cock sprang free.

You and Eddie laughed softly. "Look at that, daddy, she's already getting hard. Just from being called a horny little slut." Eddie tsked and patted his knee. “Get on over here.” Steve whimpered and shifted before nodding and doing as he was told, bending over Eddie’s lap and swallowing thickly.

“I want you to count your spankings, Steve.” Steve nodded quickly before swallowing thickly. “Okay, daddy.” He said softly. He prepared himself for the first strike, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, yelping when Eddie’s hand came down hard. “One.” He whined softly.

Eddie rubbed over the already reddening mark and hummed softly before spanking him again. “Ah- two.” He swallowed thickly and shifted in his lap a little. “How-how many, daddy?” “Mm…” Eddie looked at you and smirked. “Until mommy says it’s enough.”

You grinned and crawled onto the bed. "Ooo I get to choose this time?" You asked happily, looking down at Steve with a smirk. "Mhm.. it's all up to you." Eddie smirked and grabbed your chin in his hand, pulling your head to look at him before he pulled you into a deep kiss. The two of you hummed as your lips molded together, tongues tangling messily.

Steve turned his head to watch the two of you, his eyes wide in awe as he let out a soft whimper, shifting a little and pushing his hips towards Eddie's thigh. Eddie pulled away from you when he did that and placed a hard slap to Steve's ass.

"Sit. Still. Otherwise me and mommy will play and I'll make you watch, understood?" Eddie grabbed a fistful of Steve's hair and pulled his head back so he could look at him. Steve gasped and let out another whimper as he nodded quickly. "Yes. daddy. I understand." He looked at Eddie and then at you. "I'm sorry." He whined.

"Aww.. I know you are, my love." You smiled and kissed Steve's forehead gently. "but you can't expect a simple sorry to actually get you out of trouble." You tsked and shook your head lightly. Steve's lip trembled but he nodded in understanding and allowed his head to drop when Eddie let go of his hair.

Eddie gave him a moment to breathe and collect his thoughts before his hand was coming down again, harder than before. "Three." Steve whined, biting down on his lip hard and yelping when three slaps came down in quick succession. "Ah!- Six." Steve shuddered and swallowed thickly.

"Good boy~" Eddie purred softly, sliding his hand over the reddening marks on his ass, licking his lips slowly before landing one to the left, and then the right. "E-eight." Steve shuddered. The rapidness of the spankings was pushing him towards the edge already, his skin was trembling and sweaty.

He looked like a whore, he knew he did. The three of you hadn't been alone together since before The Upside Down, and before that he wasn't allowed to touch himself without the two of you present, he was going to explode.

As if you could read his thoughts, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. "Just 12 more." You whispered, laughing softly when he whined and shook his head. "Yes. If you wanna be a little whore and flirt with Nancy fucking Wheeler right in front of us, then you can sit and take your punishment."

Steve whined again but nodded. "O-Okay, mommy." He said softly, looking up at you as he bit his lip. By the time Eddie got to the 20th smack, Steve was shaking, his cock hung heavy, the tip a dark angry color as precum practically poured from it at this point.

"I bet we could make her cum just from slopping her pretty ass." Eddie smirked and grabbed Steve's hair and yanked his head back. "Isn't that right, slut?" He asked lowly, his mouth inches from Steve's ear.

Steve whimpered and nodded quickly. "P-probably." He whimpered, shifting his hips, expecting Eddie to do just that when your hand came out and laid on Steve's shoulder. "He's been a good girl, daddy, took his spankings perfectly." You let go of Steve's shoulder to gently wipe the tears from his eyes.

"Mmm.. you're right." Eddie let out of Steve's hair and smoothed it out gently. "Lay back, mommy." He smirked a little at you. You grinned and gave Eddie, and then Steve, a gentle kiss before you were laying back in the bed again.

Eddie gently pulled Steve onto his knees on the bed. "Now, I'm going to fuck your pretty little ass while you eat mommy out, think you can do that for me, pretty girl?" Steve perked up and nodded quickly. "Yes. I can do that, daddy. Please fuck me." He begged, turning his attention to Eddie, grabbing his shirt tightly in his hands.

Eddie chuckled softly. "Of course you're this eager." He shook his head and let go of Steve. "Go get mommy ready." Steve nodded and hesitated before kissing Eddie's cheek. Eddie gave him a smile and watched as Steve crawled over you to kiss you.

"You did so good for us, baby." You purred softly, smoothing Steve's hair back as you kissed him softly. Steve kissed back happily, moving his lips with yours smoothly, gasping softly when he felt Eddie's tongue prod lightly at his hole.

You could hear the distant sloppy sounds of Eddie working his tongue at Steve's hole, licking and sliding in to get him as worked up at he possibly could. "Daddys so sloppy when he eats your ass huh, baby?" You purred teasingly, watching the way Steve's cheeks turned bright red as he nodded, letting out a moan that turned into a sharp yelp when Eddie slapped his ass for trying to push back on his tongue.

"Don't get fucking greedy." Eddie warned as he pulled away. "You're lucky I'm even doing this anyway, you little fucking whore." He scoffed. "Shouldn't even let you eat her pussy, but she deserves to cum, having to watch you ogle at Wheeler for three fucking days."

"I'm sorry, daddy." Steve whined and forced himself to stay still as you helped him move down. When Steve came face to face with your pussy, he got that same awestruck look he would always get, drooling almost immediately over the slick flesh. He guessed you'd removed your panties during the time he was being spanked, he could see them laying on the floor out of the corner of his eye.

While he was admiring your pussy, in awe of the already throbbing flesh of your clit, Eddie pressed his hand to the back of his head and buried his face in your pussy. "You're taking too long, Steve." You yelped softly in surprise and glared lightly at Eddie. "Don't be mean." You shook your head. "Baby is sensitive, daddy."

Eddie bitchfaced you before he disappeared behind Steve again. Steve gasped against your clit and moaned when Eddie pushed the thick muscle of his tongue inside him effortlessly, holding the younger boys' hips tightly so he couldn't jerk away from him.

Steve was sloppy at first, worked up over the way Eddie's tongue rolled and pushed at his hole. He got his rhythm pretty quickly, though, moaning as he licked and sucked on your clit, his eyes closed.

You moaned and dropped your head back as you rocked against his mouth. "Doing so good, baby." You arched your back a little when his tongue slid into your hole and curled up. "Fuck." You shuddered and rocked against his mouth, gently tangling your fingers in his hair.

Once he gathered himself and his brain was semi working, Steve got more enthusiastic, moaning louder as he licked and sucked at your pussy happily, forcing himself not to rock down into the mattress, no matter how good Eddie's mouth felt.

Eddie had his fingertips dug into Steve's hips, no doubt leaving finger sized bruises in his skin. When Eddie pushed two fingers into him, Steve yelped and lifted his head, moaning and closing his eyes tightly. "Aw did daddy finally put his thick fingers in your little hole?" You pushed Steve's hair back lightly as he nodded.

Steve moaned as he let his eyes flutter open to look at you, whining happily. "H-his fingers feel good, mommy. They feel so good." He moaned as Eddie started to thrust his fingers, crooking them towards his prostate, Eddie'd memorized the location of it by now.

"i know, baby, you're taking them so well, being so good for us." You hummed happily and pushed his hair back gently as he leaned down to go back to eating you out, moaning happily as you let your head fall back again. "Just like that, sweetheart, making me feel so good." You moaned happily.

Eddie straightened up behind him to watch the two of you, his eyes filled with unadulterated lust as he fucked Steve with his fingers, thrusting and curling the long digits as he let spit fall from his mouth onto the digits, pushing them so deep his rings would press against Steve's hole with each push forward. It had Steve trembling under him, moaning happily into your pussy as he licked and sucked, his hands sliding up your thighs and gripping your hips to pull your pussy tighter against his face, moaning happily.

His nose rubbed against your clit with each nod of his head, looking up at you as he pushed his tongue into you. You gasped and moaned happily. "Fuck, Steve." You whined happily and bucked your hips a little as you shuddered.

When Eddie nudged a third finger into Steve's hole, he gasped, his tongue going limp momentarily as he immediately pushed back against the feeling. Eddie looked at you to see if you'd let him allow it, and with a simple nod from you, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Steve's back. "No more moving. If you can make mommy cum twice before I do, then we'll let you cum, okay?" Eddie hummed softly into the back of his neck.

Steve nodded quickly. "Okay, daddy." He whined softly, burying his face in your pussy as Eddie straightened up. By this point you'd reached over and gotten the lube from the nightstand, handing it to Eddie with a smile.

He chuckled softly and brought your hand up to kiss it, he set the lube on the bed next to Steve and used the hand that wasn't knuckle deep in him to unbuckle his belt and get his jeans and boxers down, he'd naturally been the only one in the room even wearing proper clothes.

you watched him over Steve's head and ass, biting your lip as his hand slid out of Steve, causing the boy to whine and shift as he sucked on your clit like a pacifier. You moaned happily and dropped your head back, arching your back towards the ceiling as you whined lightly. "Fuck." You moaned happily and shuddered. When Steve slid two of his fingers into you, your legs drew up a little, and then Eddie was shoving them apart and down on the bed.

"Keep them open." He said firmly. You shuddered and nodded quickly. "Sorry." You moaned, rocking down on Steve's fingers as he thrusted and curled them inside you to rub against your gspot with every push and pull. "Feels so good~" you moaned, your hips bucking a little.

"Yeah? Our pretty girl gonna make you cum, mommy?" Eddie hummed, pressing the tip of his lubed cock against Steve's hole. Steve gripped your hip tighter, his fingers massaging your walls as he moaned, forcing himself to stay still.

You moaned and nodded quickly. "Yeah. He's gonna make me cum." you tangled your fingers in Steve's hair and arched your back. "Good girl~" you shuddered, gasping as he pushed a third finger in to scissor you open and massage your gspot. "Right there, baby. Fuck." You gasped and moaned happily.

Steve focused all his attention on your clit and gspot as Eddie slid into him, moaning happily and melting against you as he slid his tongue over your clit, sucking on it harder. Steve was always so good and enthusiastic about giving head. He was loud and slurpy and if Eddie wasn't holding him up you knew he'd been rocking against the mattress.

You felt the nerves building and building in your stomach, that familiar coil tightening. Steve's slurping got louder, mixing with his moans with each thrust of Eddie's hips into his. "F~Fuck~" you moaned, your legs curling up and tangling your fingers tightly in Steve's hair, pulling tightly as you came, moaning loudly and rocking your hips against his mouth eagerly.

Steve coaxed you through the orgasm, massaging your gspot slowly and sliding his tongue over your clit until the trembling in your legs calmed to slight jerks with every slide of his tongue. "oh fuck, Steve." You moaned happily, smoothing his hair back as you looked down at him.

He looked up at you through his lashes with bright red cheeks. Eddie grabbed Steve's hair and yanked his head up with a grin. "Good girl." He purred. "She do good, mommy?" Eddie looked at you, snapping his hips harder into Steve, making the boy moan and close his eyes before snapping them open to look at you.

You sat up and cupped Steve's cheeks lightly. "He did so good.. such a good girl." You purred, kissing him softly. Steve whined and nodded eagerly as he kissed back, moaning with each thrust of Eddie's hips. "I-I'm a good girl." He whined, jerking forward when Eddie gave him a particularly hard thrust.

"Gotta make her cum again, or you don't get to cum at all." Steve whined softly as you laid back. "Go ahead, sweetheart, shouldn't take much." You hummed softly. Steve nodded and went back to licking and sucking on your clit, ignoring the occasional jerk of your hips.

Eddie slid his hand up Steve's back, his fingers combing through his hair before his hand was wrapping around your throat, leaning over the two of you as he fucked into Steve, squeezing your throat.

"Steve~" you moaned and arched your back a little, shuddering happily as you reached up with one hand to hold Eddie's hand against your throat, looking up at him as you moaned.

"Stevie making you feel good, baby?" You nodded eagerly and moaned, biting your lip as he smirked. "Good boy, Stevie. Making mommy feel so good, so proud of you." He purred, leaning down to Steve's ear.

Steve whined happily against your pussy, nodding against you as he sucked harder on your clit, his fingers bullying your gspot as his tongue bullied your clit. "Fuuuuuck." You rocked against his mouth eagerly and moaned, your voice strained from the grip Eddie had on your throat.

He had you close again already, your legs coming up to wrap around both of them since Eddie was leaning so close on top of him. "Oh look at that." Eddie chuckled deeply in Steve's ear, snapping his hips harder into him. "She's already gonna cum again." He slid his tongue along the shell of Steve's ear. "You're doing so good, gonna make her cum so hard." He purred, taking the shell of Steve's ear between his teeth.

Steve moaned happily and closed his eyes, working harder on making you cum. He was holding back from his own orgasm, tears streaming down his face from the force of holding it off, his hand trembling on your waist as his shaky fingers fucked and curled into you. All he has to do is make you cum and Eddie will let him cum, maybe if he asks really nicely the two of you will let him slide into you to cum.

Your eyelids fluttered as you came hard, moaning loudly and trembling as you arched your back, crying out softly. "Fuck!" You rocked against his mouth eagerly, shuddering and moaning happily. "So good, Steve. Did so good for me." You sat up to pull Steve into a kiss, moaning happily as his fingers continued to massage your gspot inside you, your legs jerking.

Steve kissed you back, moaning weakly as you slid your tongue over his lips and chins to clean him up. "Good boy." Eddie kissed and sucked on Steve's neck as he continued to fuck into him. "M-mommy.. can I put it in to cum? Please?" He whined softly.

Eddie chuckled softly and looked at you, raising a brow when you looked at him for confirmation. "Hmm..." he gave you a soft nod and you perked up a bit, grinning and kissing Steve again, pulling him close. "Yeah, baby, put it in." You purred softly.

Steve perked up and nodded quickly, climbing over you as you laid back, he reached down to guide himself in, but then Eddie was slapping his hand away. "Let me." He kissed the shell of his ear lightly before gripping the base of Steve's cock and sliding Steve's cock into you.

Steve cried out softly and pushed his face into your neck as Eddie coaxed his hips further into you. His shoulders trembled as he whined, shifting his legs a little as he panted softly. "I want you to wait just a few minutes, okay? Then you can cum, I want you to cum with me, baby girl."

Steve whimpered but nodded quickly. "Okay, daddy." He looked at Steve over his shoulder, his forehead pressed against your neck as he blinked his heavy eyes, his red lips swollen and shiny with your combined spit.

"Good boy~ you look so pretty like this, y'know that?" Eddie purred softly, moaning as he started fucking into Steve harder, keeping him pinned down against you. Steve whined, his eyes widening a bit. "You think I'm pretty?" He whimpered softly. "not just a-a dumb slut?"

"Oh, no, you're still a dumb slut." You laughed softly and raised a brow at him. "Look at you, baby. Daddy's fucking you stupid." You purred, tightening your walls around him. He cried out softly and trembled, your tightening causing him to tighten around Eddie, making the man moan and snap his hips harder into him.

"You're just a really fucking pretty dumb slut." Eddie smirked, you grinned and bit your lip before turning Steve's head to kiss him. "You're doing so good, baby. So proud of you, holding it for so long." You purred. "I can feel your pretty little cock throbbing, she's so full, huh?" You purred.

Steve nodded quickly as your hand wrapped around his throat. "Use your words." You said firmly. He whimpered and swallowed, his Adams Apple bobbing under your hand. "Yes, mommy. F-Full for you and daddy." He whimpered, nodding eagerly and panting heavily as Eddie fucked into him.

"Such a good boy, just a few more minutes and you can cum." Eddie purred into his neck, rocking deeper into him. Steve moaned happily, his mouth moving weakly against yours when you leaned up to kiss him.

Steve's cock pushed into you with each thrust of his hips, ripping the occasional whine from you as pushed into the kiss. You could tell from the way Eddie's hips were moving that he was getting close, and it wouldn't be long before Steve gorgeous cock was filling you up.

Steve and Eddie, ever in sync with eachother, came at the exact same time, Eddie's deep moan harmonizing with Steve's slightly higher pitched one, his muscles trembling as he came hard into you, crying out softly.

"Oh you did so good, baby~" You moaned happily as he filled you up, shuddering and moaning as you pecked his lips a couple times. When Eddie slit out of him he let out a whine and collapsed on top of you. "I'll be right back." He kissed both of your foreheads gently before he put his boxers on and left the room, coming back a few minutes later with two glasses of water and a bag of chips, a cool rag in his hand to clean you all up.

Once you were all clean you laid with Steve in the middle, you helping him drink his water while Eddie fed him the chips. His cheeks were bright red the whole time, insisting he could do it myself. "Seriously, guys, I can-"

"Shut up." You laughed, pecking his lips and shaking your head a little. "We're here to take care of you." You said softly, nudging your nose against his cheek as he blushed.

"i love you guys.. I really am sorry for what happened with Nancy, I didn't mean to upset you I just.." you shook your head and kissed his cheek gently. "We're not mad, Stevie. You just needed a little reminder." You teased, smiling softly as you looked at Eddie. "Right, Eds?"

Eddie smiled and nodded happily. "Yeah, of course." He said softly, leaning in to kiss Steve, and then you. "We love you, Stevie, and we know you love us." He rested his head back and yawned. "Now, let's get some sleep." He said softly, closing his eyes and yawning.

You smiled and looked at Steve, kissing him softly. "Night, Stevie. Night, Eds." You rested your head on Steve's chest, reaching over to grab Steve's hand as you drifted off.

"Night, y/n." The men said in unison, followed by two deep yawns before you fell asleep, curled close to your two boys. You loved them both so much, they were everything to you and you couldn't imagine losing either of them to the Upside Down or another person. Even if you knew they wouldn't leave you.

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chronicpainstevetruther · 1 year

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Eddie, Lord of the Rings fan that he is, looks up at Steve Harrington carrying him out of the upside down and says, "I knew you'd carry me out of here, Sam." He then promptly passes out.

Cut to Steve spending weeks jealous of Eddie's boyfriend "Sam" that Eddie obviously mistook Steve for. He just can't seem to figure out who it might be and when they're meeting up. He wishes Eddie would just tell him about his boyfriend. Steve can be supportive even if his heart is breaking.

#headcanon #stranger things #steddie #samfro #lord of the rings #eddie lives #eddie munson #steve harrington #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins

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hawkinsbnbg · 2 months

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Steve decided to elope with the first alpha who approached him in the bar out of spite when his parents didn't stop setting him up on endless blind dates. That alpha turned out to be Eddie Munson, a rockstar in the making.

Meanwhile, Eddie just rolled with it and didn't pass up his chance to be married to such a beautiful omega. It was only a pleasant coincidence that he found his new muse in Steve.

In the end, their marriage of convenience worked so well that they decided to keep being husbands for the rest of their lives. Not that they would complain anyway.

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ghost-proofbaby · 2 months

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when you know, you know. (e.m.)

summary: air hockey has never been so romantic.

warnings: it's alluded to that reader is wearing red lipstick. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

wc: 1.8k+

a/n: a very late valentine's day gift for you all (and eddie). also, the fact i've never written proper mechanic eddie... what a shame.

“Yes!”

If any of the nearby children flinched, you didn’t notice. You were too wrapped up in your victory, going as far as to partake in a terribly embarrassing dance on your end of the air hockey table as Eddie shakes his head slowly.

“You definitely cheated,” he deadpans, a twitch of a smile nearly giving him away as he leans down to pick the puck out of the slot below on his end, “There’s no way you’re about to beat me in under five minutes, again.”

You smile, lips painted red under the lowlights of the arcade as you lean over the table and taunt him, “Or maybe it’s just a skill issue. I wouldn’t keep beating you if you were actually a professional in air hockey like you’d claimed, Munson.”

Three dates – tonight makes four – and you still hadn’t quite worked out how you’d managed to capture the attention of the boy before you. When he’d originally asked you out to coffee, you’d swallowed down all your excessive excitement just to answer him. The local mechanic that you’d been making heart eyes at every few months when you’d go in for an oil check, the one who hadn’t allowed the others at the shop to oversell you on a damn thing when you’d get your tires rotated. Who always smiled shyly as he’d bring you back your keys.

You’d figured the coffee date would last an hour if you were lucky. The two of you would spend more than five minutes in the same room together, he’d realize how overbearing you were, and that would be the end of it. Ridiculous crush effectively squashed.

But it hadn’t.

It had lasted hours, plural. Coffees finished and second lattes nursed until they’d gone cold, the outcome had been the exact opposite of your expectations. Your conversation had flowed effortlessly, common ground and common interests found with ease, and suddenly, Eddie was more than just some cute mechanic for your friends to tease you over.

The first date had only ended due to his shift at the shop that afternoon.

The subsequent sushi dinner date, and then the movie night the next week, had also lasted hours.

“For someone who works on cars, you should be a lot better with your hands,” you poke gentle fun at him as he makes the first hit against the puck this time, far more careful than you had been when serving.

“Or maybe I’m just determined to keep letting my pretty date win.”

“And why would you ever do that?”

Another hit from your mallet, the sharp tapping of your aggressive push ringing out over the sound of nearby machines. You don’t dare to glance in the direction of the ruckus, but you’re pretty sure someone has just won an exciting amount of tickets based on the squeals of glee.

“I dunno,” Eddie pauses to shrug after he hits the puck once more, his guard dropping. You’re ruthless as you take the opportunity to shoot the puck straight into ‘goal’ on his side of the table. A straight shot, far too easy for your liking, but you still celebrate the victory with another embarrassing dance, “Maybe it’s because I’m into that ridiculous dance they keep doing whenever they score.”

You immediately stop your little jumps, eyes widening, a rush of embarrassment heating you up from the inside out as Eddie’s eyes stay glued on you. The table powers down as he makes his way around it, feet bringing him right to you.

You’d always thought Eddie would find you weird, or odd, or unappealing after that coffee date, but the outcome had been better than you could have possibly conceived.

He was an absolute weirdo as well.

Fondness overtakes his features just like it had on that coffee date when you’d accidentally snorted at one of his jokes, and your heart flutters eagerly. You can’t believe there had been a time you’d only watch him from behind glass, trying to not get caught as you would blatantly stare at him as he’d work on your car. A time when you’d only see his curls up in loose buns rather than framing his face as they were now, a time when you couldn’t even shake his hand due to it being covered in oil.

That had all only been a month ago, but you already couldn’t imagine your life without Eddie Munson in it.

“Don’t go shy on me now,” he chuckles as he stops in front of you, smirk deepening the dimples you’d only noticed on your second date with him. He’d been too bashful the first date, ducking whenever his grin would grow too wide on you, biting his tongue on half the flirtatious remarks you wished he would have said. “You won, fair and square, so what’s your prize gonna be, valentine?”

He also waited until the second date to kiss you. That had nearly killed you.

“It’s not very fair if you let me win,” you whisper, unable to look away from his eyes. They’re a soft brown, a smooth honey, a nice sight for sore eyes. You kind of like the crinkles beside them, too. Kind of wonder what it would be like to wake up beside him, roll over, and kiss them – all before the sun ever rose.

He reaches out and gingerly grabs your hand, calloused fingertips brushing your knuckles before he entangles your fingers with his. “Psh, who said I let you win? Maybe I just really suck at air hockey.”

“You just-”

You never get to finish your argument. He’s quick to swoop down, capturing your lips in his. The rudest of interruptions, and it still manages to weaken your knees.

Each kiss only grows sweeter. And more confident, more sure. The first one had been timid, exchanged on your doorstep with boyish hesitation and meek desperation. But now, several kisses experienced since that night, all apprehension has melted. He lets his lips meld to yours, captures your bottom lip just tightly enough to give it a brief tug when he pulls away. Still soft, ever so sweet, and leaving you wanting for more.

Four dates. All it took was four dates for him to make you a goner.

“Now, that wasn’t fair,” you breathe out, betrayed by the smile that you wear. Your chest feels shaken up, impending explosion of mushiness and flowers and hearts and every single cliche the love songs on the radio could squeeze out.

“It was your prize.”

“I never said I wanted a kiss for my prize.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he puts a dramatic hand up to his chest, leaning back so dramatically that your hand instinctively reaches out to loop a finger in his jean pocket to keep him upright, “Would you like me to take it back, my fair maiden?”

Four dates, and he makes it impossible to not imagine a future of this. Of silly banter, of gentle mornings spent kissing away crows feet, of cutting one another off with the most infuriating of methods. You’re starting to believe you’re just a hopeless romantic, and he’d spotted that from a mile away – he knew every single button to press to have you putty in his hands, and he was taking full advantage of it.

You giggle, an honest to God giggle, as you say, “Hm, I’m not sure. I heard the return policies on those are a bit wonky.”

If your friends thought you were insufferable when he was some stranger you just had a crush on, they would be vomiting at the sight of this.

He leans into your space, close enough to smell his faint cologne and mint on his breath, “Are they? Well, lucky for you, I’m friends with the shop owner. Can definitely accept the return without a receipt. It won’t be a problem, ma’am. I swear it.”

He’s weird. He’s goofier than you could have imagined, snarkier than you could have dreamed, and more romantic than you had yet to uncover. He’s kind of perfect, but you wouldn’t dare say that to his face. Not yet, at least.

You’re glad you had said yes when he’d asked days prior for you to be his Valentine. And you’re glad he hadn’t gone the boring route, showing up with just chocolates and flowers and calling it a day, but had instead dragged you out to this arcade for a night of adventures as he claimed.

“And how would one go about returning a kiss, kind sir?”

He answers wordlessly, bringing up a finger to tap on his lips. He goes as far as pouting them dramatically.

He wants you to kiss him.

Lucky for him, you want to kiss him, too.

Your kiss is more chaste. Teasing as you lift up onto your tippy toes and only press your lips to his for a brief second before falling back. You leave him wanting more – it’s written all over his face, along with a blush that races right over the bridge of his nose.

He’s cute. He’s cute, and he’s weird, and you really fucking like him.

“Now that that’s over with,” you have to change the topic, move right along before your heart truly bursts from your chest, “I know what I want my prize to be.”

He takes a moment to recover, pupils almost resembling hearts as he stares down at you. Eventually he pulls himself from your trance, shaking his head as he asks, “And what would that be?”

You’re the one taking his hand this time. If he gave you the time, you’d like to learn each callous and scar by heart. Trace over them in the middle of night, when it’s just you and him in the darkness beneath your sheets. Memorize the way they feel as he explores every curvature of your body and figure out which of the roughest patches would brush against your most sensitive bits in a way that would make you arch your back right into him.

The two of you haven’t even discussed if that’s where the night might lead, but you’re sort of hoping the luck in the air doesn’t run out.

“There’s an awfully pretty ring in the case up at the ticket counter,” you muse, knowing damn well the ring was the ugliest thing either of you had ever seen in your lives, “Think you’ve got the tickets to spare?”

His hand gives you a squeeze. Something not too tight, something perfectly comfortable. It’s only the fourth date, it’s only the first month – it’s only the beginning.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, more earnestly than you’d expected, as he steals another kiss.

You let him. You have this aching feeling in your chest that you’ll probably let him steal an endless amount from you for the rest of your life.

When you know, you know. Or whatever the poets say.

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