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Unexpected connections happen in two places: the Ships list and Feeld—a dating app for the curious. On Feeld, finding like-minded people is as fulfilling as finding yourself. In celebration of ships, here are this year’s iconic connections.

Ineffable Husbands +17 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Steddie Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Destiel Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Byler -3 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Wenclair Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday

Bowuigi Bowser & Luigi, the Super Mario Bros. franchise

Huntlow +7 Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House

Avatrice Ava Silva & Beatrice, Warrior Nun

Hannigram +2 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Buddie -4 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Vashwood Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun Stampede

Zelink +80 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Lumity -6 Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Ghostsoap Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Blackbonnet -11 Edward Teach/Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Wolfstar +8 Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Merthur +12 Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin

Jegulus +25 James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Bumbleby +48 Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Bakudeku -4 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Dreamling -1 Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Soukoku +60 Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Firstprince Alex Claremont-Diaz & Prince Henry of Wales, Red, White & Royal Blue

Wesper Wylan Van Eck & Jesper Fahey, the Grishaverse

Wangxian -8 Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi

Satosugu +23 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Imodna +8 Imogen Temult & Laudna, Critical Role

Kanej +44 Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, the Grishaverse

Bubbline Princess Bubblegum & Marceline, Adventure Time

Ladynoir -17 Ladybug & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Twiyor +6 Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Loustat +43 Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire

Zosan Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece

Marichat -12 Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Serirei +65 Serizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka, Mob Psycho 100

Adrienette -21 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Chenford +24 Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

Petrigrof Simon Petrikov & Betty Grof, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Kavetham Kaveh & Alhaitham, Genshin Impact

Griddlehark +54 Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Raeda -13 Raine Whispers & Eda Clawthorne, The Owl House

Tomgreg -19 Tom Wambsgans & Greg Hirsch, Succession

Hanamusa Jessie & Delia Ketchum, the Pokémon franchise

Zolu Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

Narumitsu -12 Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Sonadow +23 Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

Ineffable Bureaucracy Archangel Gabriel & Beelzebub, Good Omens

Spirk +9 Spock & James Kirk, Star Trek

Ballister x Ambrosius Ballister Boldheart & Ambrosius Goldenloin, Nimona

Nandermo -42 Nandor the Relentless & Guillermo de la Cruz, What We Do in the Shadows

Jonmartin -15 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Punkflower Hobie Brown & Miles Morales, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

AkiAngel Aki Hayakawa & the Angel Devil, Chainsaw Man

Ronance -49 Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Superbat -11 Superman & Batman, the DC universe

Shuake Ren Amamiya/Joker & Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Geraskier -48 Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier, The Witcher

Hualian -18 Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Sulemio Suletta Mercury & Miorine Rembran, Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Sterek -5 Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale, Teen Wolf

Gumlee Prince Gumball & Marshall Lee, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Shadowpeach Sun Wukong & the Six-Eared Macaque, Lego Monkie Kid

Drarry -29 Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe

Wilmon Prince Wilhelm & Simon Eriksson, Young Royals

Harringrove -34 Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

Kazurei Suwa Rei & Kurusu Kazuki, Buddy Daddies

Lestappen Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen, Formula 1 drivers

Zukka -5 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Codywan +8 Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Solangelo -23 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Catradora Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Shadowgast -4 Caleb Widogast & Essek Thelyss, Critical Role

Stucky -43 Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Tarlos -18 TK Strand & Carlos Reyes, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Johnlock +21 John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock

Sasunaru -24 Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto

Locklyle Anthony Lockwood & Lucy Carlyle, Lockwood & Co.

Lokius Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius, the Marvel universe

Supercorp -67 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl

Piltover's Finest Caitlyn Kiramman & Vi, Arcane

Helnik Matthias Helvar & Nina Zenik, the Grishaverse

Prohibitedwish Scarab & Prismo, Adventure Time

Klance -12 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Reylo Rey & Kylo Ren, the Star Wars universe

Hanazawa Teruki & Kageyama Shigeo, Mob Psycho 100

Cockles -44 Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, Actors

Percabeth -46 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Astarion x Tav Astarion & Tav, Baldur's Gate 3

Timkon Tim Drake & Conner Kent, Young Justice

Davekat Dave Strider & Karkat Vantas, Homestuck

Cynonari Cyno & Tighnari, Genshin Impact

Creek Craig Tucker & Tweek Tweak, South Park

Klapollo Apollo Justice & Klavier Gavin, Ace Attorney

Style Stan Marsh & Kyle Brovlofski, South Park

Korrasami -11 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

Bill x Frank Bill & Frank, The Last of Us

Nick x Charlie -51 Nick Nelson & Charlie Spring, Heartstopper

Dreamnotfound -50 Dreamwastaken & GeorgeNotFound, Streamers

Dinluke -33 Din Djarin & Luke Skywalker, the Star Wars universe

Rhaenicent Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower, House of the Dragon

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last year. Explore your desires on Feeld. Within a safer, inclusive space, you can feel free to connect more intimately to yourself and others. Choose from over 20 gender and sexuality options and explore solo, or with a partner. Curious? Download the app today.

#year in review #ships #tumblr2023

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eddywoww · 3 months

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Steve as part of his college’s library staff. Eddie as an overly tired engineering student who spends every other day killing time in the library before his second class of the day. It’s better than sitting in his car in the heat or the cold and plus, the couches aren’t THAT stuff.

The only problem is he keeps falling asleep on them. Worse than that, he’s pretty sure that all the late nights and energy drinks and fucking numbers are causing him to see things. That or the library is haunted.

Because every single time he passes out on one of the couches, he’s woken up the prettiest boy in the world. He’s so careful about it, nudging Eddie gently by the shoulder and holding a finger to his lips to quiet Eddie. And then he’s gone seconds later and Eddie can never find him. Like a ghost.

His friends think he’s silly, some even think he’s maybe right and is just imagining shit at this point. Lord knows he doesn’t get enough sleep.

The first time he actually meets the boy is a hapless adventure. They’re both at the same club, library boy accidentally spills a drink on Eddie. Apologizes profusely with pink cheeks and tries to dry the stain with his own very tight, non-library-appropriate shirt and Eddie can’t even focus because

“I thought you were a ghost.”

And Steve (that’s how library boy finally introduces himself) looks so confused. He has no clue what Eddie even means and it’s only with some convincing that Eddie can pull a now wary Steve into conversation and explain

And the reaction is hilarious. Eddie expects at least some ridicule or to be made fun of. But Steve turns brighter and starts mumbling.

As it turns out, he isn’t a ghost. He’s just been waking Eddie up and darting away to hide in one of the study rooms. Out of pure nerves, if anything. Which is-

“Do you have a little crush on me? Is that it?”

And Eddie is mostly joking, he is. No way would some like Steve have a crush on HIM. But then the blushing and stammering get worse and Steve can’t even talk and Eddie is kind of the worst kind of foot in mouth idiot, so he goes

“Have you ever done it in the library? The couches aren’t that uncomfortable, you know. Just saying, seems like a missed opportunity.”

Steve goes from pink to red in under a second.

#blurbs #my fic

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theruffiansretrorampage · 7 months

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art by Tomasz

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morganbritton132 · 7 months

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so I am primarily an Eddie x Chrissy shipper but I ADORE the Eddie Munson TikTok saga with my entire heart

can we get some more insight into how Eddie was affected by Chrissy in your universe?

Thank you for asking this!

I’ve wanted to talk about Chrissy in this AU since the beginning, but I just don’t realistically see Eddie talking about her on his TikTok. Anytime Eddie has so much as alluded to Chrissy over the years, it has stirred up all this drama about that spring break and it always gets back to her family. And he doesn’t want that.

He doesn’t want to remind her remaining relatives of her death. He doesn’t want the accusations that some people still have that he killed her. He doesn’t want to attach all that pain and suffering onto the memory of Chrissy.

She was more than that one awful week in 1986. She was so much more and every time the Hawkins Murders get brought up she becomes less and less a real human person and more just a footnote in a bigger tragedy.

So, he doesn’t talk about her publicly.

So, Eddie honors her in the quiet ways that he can.

He honors her in the tattoo over his heart and in the initials engraved on the inside of the ring he never takes off. He honors her in the silence before every live performance and in all the songs so filled with grief that they’re never performed to an audience.

He honors her in the life he lives.

He tries to at least, because Chrissy is not a ghost that haunts him.

She is a presence that sits beside him. She is the sun warm on his face and tea made just a little too sweet. She is the skip-beat of his heart, the stroke of a guitar, the sadness that seeps behind his eyes. She is an empty house built inside him, and she is the windows he made in those walls, and she is beautiful still. And he misses her. Still

So, he honors her in silent ways when she deserves so much more.

She deserved a life, so he lives his thankful and fully. She deserved the same love that she put into the world, so Eddie never misses an opportunity to show his. She deserved adventure, and travel, and to see a world so much brighter than Hawkins, so when Eddie got the chance. It didn’t feel like running away. It felt like honor.

Eddie knows that he was not always kind.

He knows that he has a capacity for cruelty, that Wayne raised him right but he has shades of his father in him. He knows that for as much as the world othered him, as much as Hawkins ostracized him, he played into it. He othered himself. He grew bristles and thorns young, and he bared them to anybody that got close. He was mean.

He could be so mean, but Chrissy.

She didn’t remember him that day in the woods, but Eddie has always noticed her because she was kind. She was so effortlessly kind to everybody, even to him. She apologized in the hall for bumping his locker. She stopped when he dropped his dice instead of kicking them across the floor.

She smiled at him like he wasn’t a freak, the same smile she smiled at everybody.

She was so kind. It was for everybody. She was kind to him the way that she was kind to everybody else, and it was just… It was never fair. It was never going to be fair.

#I think the raise of true crime podcasts would bother all memebers of the party but Eddie the most #he’s a public figure and people like the notoriety and mystery of the Hawkins Murders #and they talk about Chrissy’s death like she didn’t have a life and a family #like it was cool and not horrific and terrifying #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham

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paper-mario-wiki · 3 days

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Was there a post that had a screenshot with the shows that're on FreakTV, or did I misremember?

here's the current lineup, all seasons and some specials, in rotation (though the bot is currently offline):

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Beavis and Butthead

Check it Out! with Dr. Steve Brule

Ed, Edd, n' Eddy

The Eric Andre Show

Futurama

I Think You Should Leave

Letterkenny

Limmy's Show

Look Around You

Nathan For You

Nirvanna the Band the Show

Sifl & Olly Show

Space Ghost Coast to Coast

Trailer Park Boys

Whose Line Is It Anyway?

Cowboy Bebop

Yu-Gi-Oh

Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog

The Simpsons

Super Mario Bros. Super Show

Samurai Jack

Loiter Squad

King of the Hill

Home Movies

Mobile Fighter G Gundam

Chowder

Comedy Bang! Bang!

Nichijou - My Ordinary Life

Speed Racer

Strong Bad Email

Lupin III

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Mega64

Freakazoid!

Kemono Friends

Sailor Moon

Kirby: Right Back at Ya!

Ghost Hunters

TF2 Animated Shorts

Cinematech

Tales from the Crypt

How it's Made

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

KaBlam!

The Legend of Zelda

#anon #freaktv

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eldritch-thrumming · 1 year

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i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

kiss me once ‘cause you know i had a long night, kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be all right, three times ‘cause i’ve waited my whole life

Steve’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He’s technically not supposed to have it on the floor, but it’s 9:30 on a Wednesday night and the store’s dead anyway.

Eddie 🎸👎: date’s a dud engage emergency protocol immediately 🚨🚨🚨

Steve rolls his eyes and clicks the little phone icon near Eddie’s name.

“Hello?” Eddie manages to sound both confused and concerned.

“Help, help,” Steve deadpans, leaning his elbows on the counter. “I’m having an emergency that only you can help me with.” Steve’s done this enough times in the three years they’ve lived together to know that Eddie can think up his own lie to tell his date.

“Oh my god, I’ll be right there, Steve.”

Steve’s not sure how Eddie manages to make it sound so convincing every time, but it’s enough that even Steve might start to believe it if he wasn’t the one calling.

Eddie hangs up without saying goodbye, probably to tell his date some exaggerated story about how Steve’s fallen in the shower or fell off a ladder. Somehow, all Eddie’s emergency scenarios involve Steve hurting himself in increasingly embarrassing ways.

By the time Steve’s got the store tidied and closed and walked the four blocks to their apartment, Robin and Eddie are already on the couch in the living room. Steve can hear them bickering over what to watch from the front hallway as he slips off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket. He follows the sound of their voices to find them practically wrestling over the remote.

“Jesus, can’t leave you two alone for more than five minutes. You’re worse than the kids,” Steve says as he makes his way across the room and into the kitchen for a bag of chips. It wasn’t the healthiest dinner, but he was too exhausted to cook.

“There’s leftovers from the diner in the fridge,” Eddie calls out to him, not even missing a beat as he pries the remote from Robin’s white-knuckled grip.

“You took leftovers on a first date?” Robin asks him, appalled, as if it’s the most unheard of thing Eddie’s ever said.

Steve’s popping the styrofoam container into their tiny microwave as Eddie tells her, “It was a second date for your information.” He puts on an episode of Ghost Adventures without asking anyone’s input.

“Wow, someone made it past your rigorous first date interview? Shocker.” Robin crosses her arms and huffs in annoyance, because she was also going to put on Ghost Adventures but it’s the principle of the thing. You just don’t take a woman’s remote from her, under any circumstance.

“Hey, it’s imperative for me to suss out a potential partner’s commitment to the music gods,” Eddie says.

“‘Potential partners’?” Robin scoffs. “I thought you said you were in your slut era?”

“Well,” Eddie seems to lose his footing here. “I am. But I can’t be fucking anyone who listens to Tame Impala.”

“Steve listens to Tame Impala.”

Steve has made it back into the living room in time to see the blush rise on Eddie’s cheeks.

“Good thing I’m not fucking Steve then, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, good thing.” Even Steve can hear the eye roll in Robin’s voice.

Because the thing was…

Okay, so the thing is…

The long and short of it is that they’re not fucking.

But they’re also, like. Not not fucking.

It’s just that sometimes, after a horrible date or a stressful day or even just when they’re feeling incredibly horny, the apartment can feel kind of lonely, even with two roommates. So. They… do stuff. Together. No penetration, but. Yeah. Enough for it to be called ‘fucking,’ probably. At least Steve thinks so.

But they haven’t told Robin. They’re both pretty sure she suspects. She’s not a fucking idiot and Steve thinks someone living under the same roof as Steve and Eddie would have to be in order to be that oblivious. Steve’s pretty sure she’s been trying to get one or the other of them to confess, but they’ve held strong so far. It’s not that they were hiding it, exactly. It was just that, whenever this thing inevitably came to an end or imploded on them both, they didn’t want to have to explain it to anyone. At least that was what Steve was thinking, because it’s not like they actually talk about it.

Neither of them say anything else, so Steve makes an attempt to change the subject.

“So what did you tell your date this time?” He asks Eddie before shoveling a forkful of reheated pasta into his own mouth.

Eddie smirks. “I told him you cut off the tip of your finger with your crafting scissors while you were scrapbooking and then passed out from the sight of the blood and hit your head on the corner of the coffee table.”

Steve pauses with his fork halfway between the takeout container and his mouth.

“I thought these emergencies were supposed to be believable.”

“I’ve literally walked in on you scrapbooking multiple times, Stevie,” Eddie says it like he’s stating the obvious.

“I could never cut through my fingers with my crafting scissors.”

“Oh, that’s what you take issue with about that lame-ass scenario?” Robin scoffs again.

“There’s nothing wrong with scrapbooking,” Steve says defensively.

“Didn’t say there was,” Robin mutters, turning her attention back to the TV. “Can you guys shut up now? I’m trying to watch my stories.”

Steve rolls his eyes and shares a look with Eddie before doing as Robin says and shutting the fuck up. He drops down into the lone armchair to finish his leftover diner food, attention fixed on the television. He thinks he can feel it every time Eddie’s eyes dart over to look at him.

~*~

Later, after Eddie’s snuck into his bed around one a.m. and they’re laying there next to each other in the afterglow, Steve asks, “So the date really sucked?”

Eddie sighs. “I mean, he was nice and all, but there just wasn’t any, like… chemistry or whatever. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” Steve responds, his voice low. Steve hadn’t been on a date in months, hadn’t felt the usual impulse to flirt with strangers incessantly. Robin kept saying he was in a lull or a slump or something, but Steve does start to feel lonely sometimes, especially when Robin is out with her girlfriend and Eddie has a date and he’s left to his own devices in their shared apartment. Even though, more often than not lately, Eddie’s dates almost always end in “emergency protocol” and the two of them wind up tangled in Steve’s sheets. Steve can’t help but think that it’s only a matter of time before all of this comes to an end, before Eddie finds someone who’s perfect for him.

Someone who isn’t Steve.

~*~

Three days later, Steve and Eddie wake up to the blaring honk of Steve’s alarm, wrapped around each other. Steve can’t help but notice the way Eddie looks when he’s just woken up, soft and rumpled, hair a tangled mess on top of his head.

“Ugh, make it stop,” Eddie groans, scrubbing a hand down his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Steve slams his hand down on his alarm clock and flops back onto his pillows, even though he really should be getting up for work. He wraps a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck before dropping a kiss to his forehead and pulling him back to lie against his chest.

“Don’t wanna get up yet,” Steve mutters, eyes falling shut again. The blankets are warm and soft and the weight of Eddie on his chest is enough to have him drifting back into sleep.

Eddie doesn’t let him though. Instead, he plants his palm on Steve’s chest and pushes himself upright, making Steve groan in dissatisfaction.

“Gotta get up, dude,” Eddie tells him, yawning and climbing out from under the covers to pull on his discarded sleep pants. “Got, like, seven engines to fix today. Something about spring, man, everyone’s car starts to break down.” Eddie pulls his t-shirt over his head before opening Steve’s door and sticking his head out, making sure the coast is clear.

Eddie leaves the door slightly open and crosses back to Steve’s bed, planting a kiss on Steve’s cheek, like he just can’t help himself.

“Won’t get off until late and then I have a date, so keep your phone at the ready,” Eddie smiles when he says it and Steve wants to trace his dimples with his tongue.

“Coming home first?”

“Nah, just gonna shower at the gym next door,” Eddie stretches. “See ya later, Stevie.” And then he’s out the door and slipping quickly into his own room down the hall.

Steve doesn’t like the way Eddie’s bedroom door sounds as it clicks shut.

~*~

Steve has the early shift at the store, so when he gets home in the late afternoon with two bags of groceries, he’s got the apartment to himself. Robin’s spending her weekend off with Vickie and Eddie’s still at work before heading off to his date.

Steve puts his groceries away, makes himself an early dinner, and then positions himself in front of the TV. He puts his phone face up on the coffee table, so he’ll see it when Eddie texts him to get out of his date.

He gets lost in the Real Housewives of Wherever for hours before he remembers he’s supposed to be keeping an eye on his phone. He taps the screen and sees there are no notifications. That’s weird. It’s already well past nine; Eddie usually texts by now for a rescue.

Steve sits back on the couch, eyes on his phone where it sits on the coffee table in front of him. He watches it for a few long moments, willing it to ring.

It doesn’t.

~*~

Hours later, Steve wakes up to the front door slamming shut. His face feels plastered to the leather of their second-hand couch. He knows it’s Eddie coming through the door because he’s the only one of them that lets it slam when it closes.

Steve reaches for his phone, still on the coffee table where he’s left it. He taps the screen and sees that it’s already after two in the morning. Eddie comes into the living room and seems surprised to see him on the couch.

“You’re still up?” He asks, eyebrows pulling together.

“You didn’t call,” Steve tries to make it sound casual, but even he hears the accusation in his own voice.

“Uh yeah. No. He was, uh. Kinda cool, actually,” Eddie smiles to himself and it looks so soft and sweet in the dim light of TV. Steve feels his chest go hollow seeing it. He swallows.

“Well,” Steve clears his throat. “That’s great.”

“Wanna hang out?” Eddie asks. Steve’s not sure if he means hang out or hang out, but either way, Steve can’t bring himself to say yes.

“Nah.” He yawns. “Early shift tomorrow.” It’s a lie, but who can blame him?

Steve gets up off the couch and crosses the room before Eddie can say anything.

“Oh, sure,” Eddie mutters as Steve brushes past him on his way into the hallway. “Goodnight, Stevie.”

Steve feels his throat constrict, like he might cry if Eddie says anything else. He clears his throat again. “‘Night,” he returns, before he shuts his bedroom door behind him.

~*~

Steve stews in it for a couple of days. He’s annoyed and grumpy and even Robin starts avoiding him after he snaps at her one too many times for no reason. He’s avoiding Eddie, but he suspects that Eddie is also avoiding him.

Which is absurd. It’s not like Steve changed the rules. He’s not the one who changed their routine. Who went on a date with someone else and enjoyed it.

That thought gives Steve pause because that’s not what this is, is it? He’s aware that he’s not very good at keeping his emotions out of his sex life. He knows he gets too attached too soon. But Eddie is his friend. You’re supposed to have emotions for your friends. You’re supposed to hate everyone they date. You’re supposed to want to spend all your time with them. Right?

Fuck. Fuck. Steve is maybe out of his depth here.

By Tuesday night, he has no choice but to go to Robin.

“I fucked up,” he says without preamble, walking into her room without knocking and flopping face first onto her unmade bed. She just watches him from where she sits at her desk in front of her laptop. Eddie has a late night band practice after work, so they’ve got the place to themselves.

“Yeah, how?” She asks.

“I… am not sure. But I feel bad.” Steve is practically whining at this point.

“Can I tell you what I think without you getting mad at me?” Robin’s tone is cautious in a way that it hardly ever is with Steve.

“When do I ever get mad?” Steve scowls at her, the side of his face smooshed into her pillow so he can see her.

“Gee, I wonder.” Robin rolls her eyes. “You’ve been testy since Saturday, babe.”

Steve huffs but it’s not like he can deny it, exactly.

“Whatever, I’m in a bad mood,” he grumbles, picking at a thread on her comforter.

“Yeah, and why do you think that is?” Robin’s question sounds decidedly pointed.

“I dunno. Full moon or something. Something’s in retrograde, probably.”

Robin sighs. “Look, I’m going to say something to you and I want you to just listen and synthesize the information, okay? Just shut up.” Steve grunts and Robin clearly takes that for assent. “I think that you’re in love with Eddie.”

She says it so matter-of-factly that Steve sits straight up on her bed so he can look at her fully. His eyes dart to her open door. “What?” He practically spits out.

Robin rolls her eyes again. “Yeah, whatever. I know I’m not supposed to know about the… whatever you want to call it. But you guys aren’t exactly subtle. Or quiet.” Steve’s jaw falls open. “I know you’ve been fooling around for months. And you haven’t had to figure out your feelings for each other because you haven’t been dating at all and every date Eddie’s been on he’s sabotaged himself. And now he’s had a great date and you’re feeling threatened, obviously. You’re jealous, Steve.”

Steve just looks at her for a moment, before saying, “I actually hate you so much.” He looks back over toward her open door. “Did he say it was a great date?”

“Ugh, you’re pathetic.” Robin balls up a piece of paper and throws it at him, before turning serious. “Just tell him, Stevie. I’m pretty sure he’s into you just as much as you’re into him. You should see the way he stares at your ass when he thinks no one’s looking. It’s truly disgusting.”

Steve throws the ball of paper back at Robin, hitting her squarely in her forehead.

~*~

Steve locks himself in his room for the rest of the night, obsessing over what Robin has told him. He tosses and turns all night thinking about it. He’s vaguely aware of the door slamming as Eddie comes in from band practice around midnight and he thinks that maybe Eddie might linger just a little longer outside Steve’s door, but he doesn’t knock. Just pauses before he moves on to his own room.

Steve wakes up late the next morning. He has to rush through his morning routine and by the time he makes it to the kitchen for breakfast, both Robin and Eddie have left for the day. Luckily, Steve has a midday shift, so he has a bit of time before he has to leave for the store. He leans against the counter, spooning cereal into his mouth. As he places his dirty bowl and spoon in the sink to clean after work, his eyes get caught on the whiteboard they have hanging on the fridge.

Second date tonight, keep phone handy -E

Steve feels his heart start beating fast, almost erratically. His fingertips go numb. He licks his lips and leaves the kitchen, slipping on his shoes and jacket and leaving for work.

~*~

Steve comes home to an empty apartment. Robin has some study group and Eddie has his date. Steve can’t help but feel a little depressed as he walks through the door to nothing but quiet.

He makes himself dinner. He puts something on the television. He places his phone face-up on the coffee table, just in case.

It doesn’t light up with a notification until well after nine. It’s a phone call. From Eddie.

Steve fumbles his phone as he lunges to pick it up.

“Hey,” he says into his phone’s speaker. “Thought you had a date.”

“Yeah,” Steve can tell Eddie’s smiling, even though he can’t see him. “Was wondering if you had some kind of emergency to tell me about?”

“Um.” Steve is confused. This isn’t the normal script. He’s supposed to call Eddie. Not the other way around. “I don’t. Know? I mean. Yeah. I… need you?”

“On my way, Stevie.” And then he hangs up.

~*~

Steve’s paused the TV and is sitting on the living room couch in silence by the time he hears the door slam shut. He looks up as Eddie walks into the room.

“Hey,” Eddie greets him, voice low. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, been… busy.” Steve inwardly cringes at how he sounds, knows it’s a lame excuse, because Eddie knows him. He knows why he hasn’t seen Steve.

“Right,” Eddie smirks. “So… can we talk?”

“Sure, whatever.” Steve tries to sound casual, thinks he misses it by about a mile.

Eddie sits in the armchair instead of next to Steve on the couch. Steve tries not to take it as an insult.

“I was on a really good date tonight, Stevie,” Eddie tells him, voice soft and slow, like he’s breaking bad news to Steve. Steve’s heart clenches in chest, hard and painful. He nods, eyes on everything but Eddie. “He was cool and funny and actually had good taste in music.” Steve’s not exactly sure he really needs to hear this. “But…”

Steve feels a small flutter of hope in the pit of his stomach. “But?” He prompts, still not looking at Eddie.

“But.” Steve can tell from his tone that Eddie’s smiling again, that same smile he’d heard on the phone. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About sitting here watching dumb reality shows with your arm around me. Waiting for your call even though I hadn’t texted you.”

Steve’s eyes snap to Eddie’s. He licks his lips. “What.” He doesn’t say it like a question.

“I wanted to be with you, Stevie. Always wanna be with you.” Eddie looks nervous now. He pulls at a rip in his jeans. “Do you… what do you think about that?”

“I, uh.” Steve’s mouth is suddenly dry, voice just a little hoarse. “I think it’s… good.”

“Good?” Eddie snorts. “You think it’s good? Gonna need a little more here, Steve.” Eddie still looks a little nervous, but his smile is starting to form again.

“Yeah, like. Really good.” Steve licks his lips again. “I always wanna be with you, too,” he adds softly.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, and he sounds vulnerable in a way that Steve’s never really heard before. He’s fully smiling again, small and soft, like maybe he can’t believe his luck.

Steve smiles back at him. “Yeah.”

And then they don’t say anything at all. Eddie crosses the small space between them and tackles Steve back against the couch. Their lips meet, soft at first. Then Steve let’s out a moan, opens his mouth under Eddie’s and the kisses turn decidedly less soft and more horny.

~*~

The next morning, Steve’s phone dings on his bedside table. He reaches over to read the screen.

Queen Robbie✨💕: love that u guys have figured ur shit out, but can we work out a system or something? i heard u [redacted] and then [redacted] and also [redacted]

Steve smiles before dropping his phone back on his bedside table and turning over in his bed. He pulls a sleeping Eddie into his arms and drops a tiny kiss to the back of Eddie’s neck. Eddie lets out a sleepy little moan. Steve could get used to waking up like this every morning.

———

An anonymous benefactor gifted me with lyrics from “Paper Rings” and here is what I’ve done with them.

Just two things: 1. I have never seen Ghost Adventures, but I imagine it would be one of the only shows both Robin and Eddie could agree on and 2. I have never listened to Tame Impala, I know nothing abt the music (beyond the fact that it’s just one guy??? see, I am hip and cool, gen z), so this is not intentional slander, I promise!!! It’s just the first thing I thought of.

Oh ETA: I also know nothing abt cars or what mechanics do, I assume they sometimes fix engines.

#steddie #MUTUALLY PINING FWBS IS MY NEW FAVORITE TROPE IM SO SERIOUS #idiots in love #steddie fic #steve harrington #idiots to lovers #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie ficlet #steddie fic recs #taylor inspired steddie

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Perv Eddie smut please!

You and the hellfire gang are playing truth or dare. Eddie teases you that you can’t turn him on, you are one of the guys so it won’t work. When you whisper the dirtiest things in his hear his mind is changed officially. Everyday after that he can’t look at you the same way. You’ve turned him into a huge pervert, stealing your panties and thinking degrading feral thoughts.

WOW OKAY. PERV!EDDIE HAS BEEN ON MY LIST I JUST COULDN'T THINK OF A GOOD PROMPT AND THIS IS PERFECT!!!

Finish What You Started

Perv!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warning: Smut near the end (+18 minors DNI), perv!eddie, peeping tom, Somnophilia, unprotected sex, more?

[I take requests]

Another thrilling campaign was concluded tonight. Eddie was feeling particularly on top of the world having outsmarted the entire Hellfire Club, leading to their unfortunate (character) demise.

"Better luck next time, gentlemen... Y/N." He adds you at the last second, a testament to his "gentlemanly" ways.

"You knew what you were doing with that banshee, Munson." You huff, recalling the way you forgot they can sense life from five miles away, eliminating any chance you had for a surprise attack.

"Of course I did, dude. That's the point." He laughs, lightly punching you in the shoulder. "Now, don't be a sore loser. We're all going back to my place to celebrate my awesome campaign."

It was common for Eddie to host a "party" for the club at the end of a campaign. This time differed only in his ego being as big as the building tonight, having won and all. You and the rest of the guys give a cheer in confirmation, already prepared to get tore up from the floor up.

The group files outside, and you catch a ride with Eddie as you have a million times before. Jeff hops in his car and Gareth drives Dustin and Mike in his.

"You have fun tonight?" You laugh in Eddie's van as it smoothly coasts to his nearby trailer.

"Oh, sure. My favorite part was you, Y/N knower of all monsters and spells, insufferable know-it-all DnD extraordinaire, forgetting the one thing that makes a banshee, a banshee." He taunts, earning a playful scowl from you.

You arrive at the trailer within minutes, the rest of the club close behind. Everyone gathers in the empty living room as they have time and time before. Eddie tosses a bottle of beer to everyone except Mike and Dustin, but they don't mind. They're just happy to be here.

"Next week, prepare yourselves for perhaps my most sadistic adventure to date!" Eddie, buzzed, displays grand showmanship as he describes next week's sneak peek. The hang out shifts from DnD talk, to sporadic jam sessions, to crazy stories, until finally Dustin suggests Truth or Dare.

"What are we, five?" Gareth teases.

"No, no. This could be fun. Start us off, Henderson." A drunken Eddie hands Dustin the floor.

"Uh, okay. Jeff, truth or dare?" Dustin looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh, I guess dare." Jeff isn't the confessing type.

"I dare you to take a shot of the hottest hot sauce Eddie has in his house." Dustin looks at an elated Eddie. He scurries back to his room and comes back with a black glass bottle.

"Turn it up, Jeff." Eddie snickers.

"What is this? Is this even hot sauce? Is this drugs?" Jeff opens the small lid and sniffs.

"No, dumbass. It's ghost pepper extract. My uncle bought it as a gag gift for me one Christmas. It feels like tongue fucking a stove eye." Eddie slouches into the couch, watching for Jeff's reaction. He turns the small bottle up, one big gulp, and he looks at the rest of us.

"It's not really that bad." His lisp is multiplied by 7 and his eyes are steadily pouring tears, but other than that, he doesn't waver.

"Jesus Christ." Dustin marvels, laughing as Jeff's tears soak his shirt. "You're turn, Jeff."

"Eddie, you son of a bitch. Truth or dare?" Jeff laughs through deep breaths.

"Hey man, all I did was supply the sauce. Henderson's the one who dared you. But, truth." Eddie smirks, certain there's nothing he'd be too scared to admit.

"Why do all the models in the Playboys you buy look like Mike's mom?" Jeff asks smugly. The entire room erupts into laughter, except for Mike.

"Come on, guys," Mike groans.

"To be fair, Mrs. Wheeler is a dime." You add, fueling Mike's discomfort.

"I'm gonna claim it's completely coincidental." Eddie chuckles.

"Yeah, right. We've all seen Mike's mom," Gareth starts, causing Mike to groan yet again. "It doesn't really take much to set you off, man."

"Yeah honestly anything with a pussy and a pulse could probably find a way into Eddie's bed." Jeff laughs.

"That's a lie. Y/N has a pussy probably and I've never wanted to fuck her. She's one of the guys, it just can't happen." He sits with a proud look on his face as if he proved anything.

"Probably?" You repeat to yourself as you lift your waistband, making sure she's still down there. Eddie picks Gareth and dares him to call his mom posing as a toaster repair service. It goes to hell and she hangs up furiously. The trailer nearly shakes with drunken laughter.

"Y/N, truth or dare?" Gareth points to you across the living room.

"Uh, dare, I guess." You chuckle, eager to see what bullshit they're gonna have you attempt.

"I dare you to turn Eddie on." Gareth grins wickedly, aware that Eddie just said it couldn't be done.

"Good luck, bud. It's gonna be like having Jeff try to get in my pants." Eddie jokes.

"Alright, lemme give it a try." You lean over to Eddie, cupping your hand around his ear as you begin to whisper.

"You have no idea how many times I've touched myself while imagining you throat fucking me as hard as you can, forcing yourself into my throat while tears fall down my face." You start. "I think about the way your cock would twitch inside me while you came in my tight, little pussy. And then I'd finger myself afterward, just to taste us mixed together." You let your breath wash over Eddie's neck before you pulled away.

Eddie's eyes widen in shock. The room fills with boyish giggles as his cheeks become a rosy color.

"Jesus, Y/N. What'd you say to him?" Gareth slaps his hands together once, laughing with everyone else. Eddie is stunned, unable to look at you for a moment, and unable to speak.

"I dunno, but I don't need to see him pitch a tent to know I did it." You smirk proudly, relishing in the buzzed confidence.

Jesus Christ Eddie thinks to himself. He racks his brain for a single memory that could be warned him you'd never be capable of saying something like that.

"Mike, truth or dare?" You somewhat slur.

"Please don't make it about my mom," He begs.

"Truth or dare, Wheeler? C'mon." You bypass his request, gesturing for him to give you an answer.

"Ugh, truth."

"Does your mom still have that necklace? The golden charm with a strangely placed pearl?" You fight to contain your laughter.

"Yeah, I think so. Why?" Mike furrows his brow.

"You guys, Mike's mom has one of those pussy necklaces. It's like fancy, but it's meant to look like a vag. I swear to God." You describe it to them, and they all confirm they've seen it.

"Guys, seriously?" Mike whines.

"Your mom fucks, Mike. Get over it. Don't dull her shine." You turn up your beer as punctuation on your sentence.

"I'm not dulling her shine, I just don't want to hear about it!" He throws a pillow at you, laughing. "And she's married! I have a dad!"

"Show off." Gareth jokes. The rest of the night is full of laughter and more Mike's Mom Jokes than anyone could've really prepared for. Eddie stays much quieter, eventually excusing himself to the bathroom.

The second the door was shut, a deep, desperate sigh escaped his mouth. Drunk and hornier than he thought possible, he splashes water in his face a few times before finally giving in and fucking his fist in the bathroom. He replays your breathy whispers over and over, cumming faster than he ever has.

A wave of shame washes over him as he reassesses what just happened. He chocks it up to being drunk, and you being pretty. Sure, she's always been hot. We're still just pals, though. I'm just a horny drunk. He reasons with himself.

The next day, Eddie wakes up with morning wood. His dreams were consumed by thoughts of your soft lips brushing against his ear as you spoke. He covers his eyes with his hands and groans. Something in him wants to be ashamed of how perverted he's being, but it's your fault, right? He strokes himself until he finishes, quietly mumbling your name as he does.

Usually, when Eddie was feeling particularly pervy, he could satiate the thoughts by cumming. But it wasn't working this time. Desperate just to hear your voice, he calls you.

"C'mon. Pick up, pick up..." He twirls the spiral phone cord around his finger, but your phone goes to voicemail. You got pretty drunk, it's no wonder you're still asleep at- he checks the clock- 6 AM?! No wonder it's still dark outside. He draws his bottom lip between his teeth, hatching an idea.

On the weekends, your parents go out of town for business. Because of this, Eddie knows various ways of entering your house, for friendly reasons, of course. Until now. He gets dressed and heads out his trailer door to his van. He's speeding, actually speeding to get to you faster.

Your front door is locked, as he would expect. So he treks around the side of your one-story house to your bedroom window. He reaches his ring-clad fingers to the window pane, carefully drawing closer, face stiff with focus.

The lamp next to your bed is still on, a clear indication of how drunk you were when you went to bed. The dim light illuminates Eddie's dark figure outside the glass. He reaches to open the window, as he had plenty of times before regardless of you being asleep or awake, but then he stops.

He notices the way you're laying in your bed. Face down, one leg straight and the other bent and hiked up next to you. Your arms wrap around the pillow under your head. His eyes fix on your sleep shorts, the way they've ridden up, exposing the entire bottom half of your ass cheeks.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. What did you do to me?" He grunts, palming himself through his jeans. He finally reaches for the window and slides it open, not caring if you wake up or not. It wouldn't be the first time you woke up to him in your room. It would, however, be the first time Eddie rummaged through your panty drawer.

He cataloged every fabric and style in his mind, imagining the way each pair would look on your round hips. He then spots a pair sitting at the top of your laundry hamper. A sexy silk thong with embroidered text that reads "Eat Me." He already knows exactly which sex shop you got them from.

Without thought or reservation, he lifts the underwear to his face, inhaling your scent. He tangles his fingers in the smooth fabric as his jeans tighten. He's brutally shaken from his lustful trance when he hears you shift on the bed. He shoves the panties into his back pocket and adjusts himself the best he can.

"Mmm, hey man. What time is it?" You mumble in a raspy voice that makes Eddie's cock twitch.

"I uh, I'm not sure." He scratches his neck nervously, hoping you don't check the clock right next to you.

"Hell yeah." You reply, as if to the wrong conversation. You're back asleep not long after. A sigh of relief falls over Eddie. He gently creeps up to you in your bed, placing a light-as-a-feather hand over your skin where your skimpy shorts didn't cover. Goosebumps flood your skin under his gentle grazes.

He grips his bulge, desperate to calm the raging erection in his pants. He imagines waking you up by slipping his throbbing cock inside you. The way you'd moan and clench around him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside you with every full-force thrust. Drool threatens to fall from his lips before he snaps out of it, and steps away.

As many weird kinks and fantasies as he has, he's never felt this out of control. He bites his fist, searching for any sensation besides the burning need to fuck you while you sleep. He shakes the thoughts from his mind the best he can before collapsing in your giant bean bag chair, falling back asleep.

Eddie wakes up to the sound of you clinking around in your bathroom. Doing your make-up and brushing your teeth. He can't recall his dream, but glued to the inside of his eyelids is the image of you looking up at him with his dick in your mouth.

"Fuuuuuck." He groans aloud.

"You okay?" You pop your head out the door. Eddie stares at you for a moment, unable to reply. "Eddie?"

"Yeah, haha. Sorry, hungover." He throws on a convincing nonchalant smirk. You're none the wiser.

"I'll be ready in just a second. Hope I haven't made you wait too long!" You call from the bathroom. Eddie stands from the comfy bean bag and stretches. He idly slides his hands in his back pockets, rediscovering the panties he's "borrowing" from you. He stuffs them deeper into his pocket when he hears you coming.

You emerge from the bathroom, a trail of light floral, expensive-smelling perfume in your wake. The scent fills Eddie's senses, causing his eyelashes to flutter.

"What's the plan for today, dude?" You ask innocently.

"I dunno. I figured we could play it by ear." He shrugs.

"Is it hot outside today?" You ask, holding up a pair of the shortest cut-offs Eddie has ever seen. Without missing a beat, he replies.

"Yup. High 90s I've heard." He doesn't watch the weather channel. You huff and disappear to the bathroom once again to change. It never occurred to Eddie how slutty you dress outside of school until now. You were notorious for tiny skirts and mesh body suits. The thought of any of your previous "going out" outfits that he once looked over makes him nearly jizz in his pants.

You emerge again from the bathroom, long legs fully on display. Eddie can't help but imagine how well they'd fit over his shoulders. He shakes his head, expelling his thoughts, or at least trying to.

"Oh! We should go to this new little ice cream shop downtown." You suggest, knowing Eddie would never turn down food after he smokes. You spark up a joint and pass it to him, his hand shakes as he grazes against your fingers. "You sure you're okay, man?"

"I'm fine, just waiting for you all morning." He quickly attempts to cover up his anxious horniness. "But ice cream sounds awesome, let's go." The two of you take a couple more hits off the joint and you tap the roach out into your ashtray.

In his van, Eddie can't help but watch the way your chest bounces with every bump and pothole he hits. He nonchalantly begins swerving into them, hoping for bigger potholes to shake you more.

"Jeez, they let this road go to hell, didn't they?" You criticize.

"Right? What are we even paying taxes for?" He jokes. You're the only person in the group with a job and it's only 2 days a week for 4 hours per shift at the arcade. Eddie continues to stare at your chest, side eyeing every jiggle. He imagines how they'd bounce while he's shoving his cock into you.

He quickly shakes his thoughts away, just barely missing a curb as he pulled into the ice cream shop parking lot.

"This place better be delicious or I'm never trusting you to pick breakfast again." His voice is playful and he seems to be a bit more handsy than usual. He's no stranger to physical contact with his pals, but he can't help himself with you. Poking and teasing you as much as he can, just to feel your soft skin.

"Oh man, I didn't realize this is kinda breakfast for us." You giggle.

You order your ice creams, you pick your trusty favorite flavor and Eddie tries something that looks like it should've never been frozen, let alone scooped.

"Oh my God, it tastes like grass." Your face scrunches in disgust.

"Yeah, I don't know why I thought something this dark green would taste good." Eddie digs through his cup of strange frozen dairy attempting to distract himself from the way your pierced, pink tongue travels from the cone to the tip of your ice cream.

Suppressing a moan, he reaches into his pocket, running his rough, calloused fingers over the soft silk of your panties.

"Y/N, about um, yesterday. What you said during truth or dare." Eddie starts.

"Oh shit, sorry man. I was getting super buzzed by that point. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything." You reach a hand out to his, hoping you didn't cross a line last night.

"Oh God, no. You didn't do anything. I uh, I was just wondering if," he scratches the back of his neck nervously. "If you meant it."

Your cheeks flash hot as you remember exactly what you whispered to him. None of it was a lie or even an exaggeration, but you couldn't read his tone well enough to admit it.

"Oh, God no. We're like best buds." Now you're the nervous one.

"Right, yeah. Of course." He chuckles, fixing his eyes on his green frozen treat. The ride back to your house is awkward and sexually tense, but you can't tell if it's you or him. The tension evaporates slowly throughout the day until Eddie is once again alone in his trailer.

He lays in his bed, stroking himself with your panties pressed firmly against his nose. Vulgarly, he moans your name into the silk as he cums.

"Fuck." He groans as more as more images of you cloud his mind. Every time you've ever bent over to grab something. Every time you've had to readjust your tiny, barely-there tube top. Finally, he can't take it anymore, and he stalks to the house phone to call you, hoping you're still awake.

The second his fingers graze the phone, it rings.

"Hello?" Eddie rubs the sleep from his eyes.

"Hey." It's you.

"Woah, I was just about to call you." He laughs, relieved just to hear your voice.

"Yeah? What for?" You stall.

"We'll get to that when you tell me what you called for." Eddie smirks.

"Oh, I uh... I couldn't sleep so I was wondering if you'd come smoke with me."

"Wow, calling me for free weed? Low." He jokes before agreeing and hanging up.

Back at your house, you find yourself becoming nervous. You really did call because you couldn't sleep, but like the whore you are, the real reason was just hoping to be around Eddie for a little longer.

"Knock, knock." He vocalizes while knocking on your window. He climbs through and passes you an already lit joint. You take it graciously and take a long drag, hoping to calm your nerves. "Can't sleep, huh?"

"Nah. You too?" You pass the joint back to him.

"No, I just- I was working on the next campaign." He's lying. He has at least two adventures queued up at all times.

"No banshees, I hope." You eyeball him, taking the joint from his hands.

"No, no banshees this time." He smiles, enveloping you in his shining, dark brown eyes. He paces around your room, scanning your knick knacks as he usually did before sitting on the side of your bed with you.

You're so close to him, your soft thigh nearly brushes against his. You pass him the joint, but his distracted hands fumble and drop it on your carpeted floor.

"Shit," he snaps as he quickly leans down to grab the burning joint. You notice something in his pocket, aside from his regular bandanna. It's a familiar black silk with red lettering. Your underwear.

"Eddie," you furrowed your brow, still staring at the cloth in his pocket. "Are those my panties?" His face instantly turns red. He quickly straightens back up on the bed, wide eyed, unable to find an excuse.

"I uh, I-" he stutters, certain you'll never talk to him again after this.

"Have you been... carrying these around?" You question. Eddie raises an eyebrow noticing the tone if your voice sounds excited, not accusatory.

"I just-" he starts, but you cut him off.

"Have you been touching yourself, holding my panties?" A wicked grin spreads across your face. You begin to lean forward, confidently. Eddie's breathing gets heavier as you draw closer, filling his nostrils with the sickly sweet scent of your perfume.

"I don't know what you did to me the other night, Y/N. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." He huffs, inches away from your lips.

"Good, because I fucking meant it." You tease in a whisper before connecting your lips to his. A desperate moan vibrates against your mouth as Eddie firmly wraps his arms around you. His fingertips dig into any skin they find. He clings to you, pulling you closer and closer until you're in his lap, grinding against his bulge.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" He questions you between kisses.

"I dunno, I was fine with my fantasies. You're the one that couldn't help himself, you fucking pervert." You moan the last word against his lips, causing his eyes to roll back. He knew you were right.

He slips his hands under your shirt, sliding them up your back. He brings them to your breasts, running his thumbs over your hard nipples.

"No bra?" He licks his lips, focusing on the movements of his hands over your skin. Soft moans fly from your lips as his hands get rougher and rougher the longer he toys with you. He suddenly shifts and throws you back into your pillows. "I am going to fucking ruin you." Eddie grins.

He swiftly and easily swipes your shorts and panties off in one go, stuffing the new pair of underwear in his pocket proudly. Without much warning, he dives his tongue directly into your dripping cunt. You both moan on contact, your eyes rolling back as his tongue found every single angle that made you want to scream.

He digs his nails into your thighs, pulling you more and more into him. He eats you out until you're almost literally seeing stars. Having came at least twice since he started.

"Eddie, please!" You yelp as you pull at his frizzy hair, desperate to be fucked.

"Shhh, doll." He coos from between your legs. His lips and chin are glossy from your arousal. "I want you to show me what your mouth can do, first."

Eddie withdraws from you, leaving your cunt begging for contact. Whiney moans escape you as you buck your hips against nothing. He stands and pulls his pants down to his knees before sitting back down on the bed. Instinctively, you slid into the floor on your knees in front of where he sits. The perfect height for your mouth to wrap around his cock.

You playfully refuse to open your mouth at first, but Eddie grips the hair on the back of your head and your bottom jaw, forcing your lips open for him. His grip remains on your hair, guiding your head up and down his shaft. You meticulously work your aforementioned tongue ring against his flesh, earning loud, vulgar moans.

"Jesus, fuck Y/N." He breathes as you hollow your cheeks around him, pulling your mouth off with a pop. You rub his head back and forth across the ball of your piercing, watching him squirm as you stimulate the sensitive skin. With one more loud growl, Eddie tugs your hair, signaling you to stand.

He switches your places, shoving you against the bed, ass up with your head shoved into the sheets. He pumps his middle finger into your on-display pussy. The cold of his rings biting against your entrance. You can't help but moan loudly, almost screaming just from his fingers.

"We can't have all that." Eddie chuckles as he reaches into his pocket and retrieves the underwear you were wearing not long ago. He balls them up and stuffs them into your whining mouth, muffling your moans. "That's better."

He strokes himself a few times before lining himself up and sinking into you slowly. Long, breathy moans emit from his chest as he thrusts over and over. By now, you're screaming into the wad of fabric in your mouth, drool pooling at your lips as you let the lust envelope your entire body.

You've had fantasies, of course. But nothing could've prepared you for the real thing. He continues to thrust into you, gently playing with your clit until you're squirming so much, that he can't hold you still.

He promptly removes himself from you, flipping you on your back. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, tearing it away from you.

"You are un-fucking-real." Eddie smirks as he marvels over your fully exposed body waiting, legs spread, just for him. In the blink of an eye, he's back inside you. Thrusting as hard as he can to make your tits bounce like they did in the van. You claw and grip at the sheets, eventually spitting the panties from your mouth to beg.

"Eddie, please, I'm- I'm gonna-"

"Not yet." He snaps.

"Eddie!"

"Not. Fucking. Yet." Each word punctuated by another hard thrust. His thrusts slowly became sloppy and offbeat. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you let out a loud cry as you finish, flooding his cock and pelvis. Eddie follows suit, throwing his head back as his dick twitches inside you, warmth flooding in your lower abdomen as he fills you with cum.

"E-Eddie..." You stutter as he's still fucking you, slowly riding out his orgasm. He collapses on top of you, still inside. His heavy breathing in sync with yours.

"God damn, dude." He gasps before slipping out of you. You close your eyes, relishing in the relief when he plummets another finger in your throbbing hole.

"Eddie!" You yelp, arching your back at the sudden contact. He chuckles, bringing the finger to your mouth, coated in each of your cum. You sensually lick his finger clean, watching as his eyes roll back.

"C'mere. Let me help you get cleaned up." Eddie extends a hand to you. You take it and stand on two wobbly legs as you attempt to make it to your bathroom. Cum leaks down your struggling legs with each step. Eddie helps you draw a bath and clean up before you both collapse on your bed.

"Here," you huff, passing him another joint.

"I think you're my dream girl." Eddie stares at you with his big, puppy dog eyes. "Seriously."

"About time you noticed, Munson."

The next Friday rolls around and the club torments you both relentlessly.

"Oh, don't worry. We know Y/N completed her dare." Gareth snorts.

"What does that mean?" You question, already blushing.

"I mean my house is right across from yours and I could see Eddie watching you through your window. Didn't look like his hands were praying." The curly headed guy laughs.

"Watching me?" You furrow your brow, growing slightly wet at the thought.

"Never mind that, it's time for Dungeons and Dragons. Bow to your Dungeon Master and kiss the rings." Eddie announces.

"No way, those have probably been inside Y/N's pussy." Jeff laughs, earning a playful arm punch from you.

"They have been in her pussy, that's what makes it oh so cool to kiss them." He winks at you, kissing the ring on his middle finger. The rest of the club groans and rolls their eyes.

•

(Bonus points if you got that Righteous Gemstones reference.)

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