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ghostlyfleur · 26 days

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

eddie munson x shy!oc

contents: anxiety, curse words, friends to lovers. lovesick!eddie, inexperienced!reader, self-consciousness, first kiss, sharing clothes. eddie’s jacket is oversized on reader. can be read as x reader, but a bit oc too? carnival date.

word count: ~1.5k

eddie munson is in love.

she is entirely inexperienced in anything romantic or sexual; no first kiss, never even got close to it. extremely shy and anxious, has a seemingly innocent aura, is a bit out of sorts, ditzy, with a sort of luna lovegood vibe. doesn’t argue with people, always tears up if confronted about anything, doesn’t have beef with anyone and is a lot more rational than emotional even though she tears up so easily. also doesn’t hold grudges or care what people think of her…

the thing is, she has been introverted her whole life, a very anxious person, and so doesn’t understand that eddie munson likes her because she needs to be told how people feel about her very explicitly otherwise her mind will convince her they hate her. anxiety is like that. and she’s the kind of person that has a hard time realizing that people can perceive their existence and have feelings for them, no matter what type of feelings, so even though eddie is not at all shy about flirting with her and giving her all of the attention in the world in his over-the-top, overdramatic way, he also knows that if anything other than the friendship he’s thankfully managed to build with her is going to happen, romantic-wise, that she has to be the one to initiate it— but she’s oblivious!

on the other hand though, she doesn’t even bother hiding her infatuation with eddie — it’s a lot more than infatuation by now. she’s always looking at him with stars in her eyes and laughs at his jokes and smiles that big, square, goofy smile whenever they lock eyes and constantly praises him because he deserves to feel as special as he is, right? and she goes into detailed talks about lord of the rings with him, likes many of the same bands he does or simply lets him play his favorites for her, and she truly loves to watch hellfire play dungeons & dragons.

her eds even made her a special edition pink hellfire shirt. ‘cause he’s a simp.

one day, as she’s out with chrissy and heather outside a diner, talking and laughing and catching up, eddie is close by somewhere with friends. his van is parked nearby.

it starts getting chilly, and eddie’s girl starts shivering, so she quickly excused herself away from the girls, “gimme a second!” and reaches through the open window of eddie’s van, making a mental note to grill him about it later — “‘cause it isn’t safe, eds!” — to grab his leather jacket thinking of how he has told her over and over that she can borrow it, that “what’s mine is yours, sweets. i don’t mind sharing if it’s with you”, so she figures it’s okay, right? and goes back to the girls who are fucking smirking like they see something she doesn’t.

it’s about fifteen minutes later, and eddie is walking towards the trio, simply because he misses his girl and wants a hug, when he sees it.

she’s wearing his jacket. his jacket.

in typical eddie fashion, he makes a scene— gasping dramatically, he clutches his chest over his heart and falls to his knees, because fuck what anyone around thinks. his precious girl is wearing his fucking jacket! and she looks like a fucking angel.

“eds, what are you doin’?”

“do you know how heavenly you look in my jacket? i just had to get on my knees to worship you.”

the boy shuffles closer to his sweet girl on his knees still while he talks and she’s flustered, okay? she’s shy and her face is on fire and she’s covering her cheeks and giggling. and because it’s eddie, her eddie, she’s not running away to have a panic attack. ‘cause it’s eddie and he’s being sweet, so she can’t focus on anyone else long enough to feel crippling anxiety or embarrassment. doesn’t even care that chrissy is cooing and heather is smirking.

“that jacket is yours now, you own it. you pretty much own me by now.” eddie says, on his knees, in front of her

“it’s okay that i took it right?” she makes sure even after his display of joy, ‘cause anxiety isn’t rational “you said i—”

her eddie knows her, though. he stands up, gets real fucking close to her, so close they’re almost touching, with this look of absolute adoration and “i’d give ya everything i have if i could, pretty.”

fast forward a few days later. chrissy kept yapping on and on to the oblivious girl about how “in love” eddie is, but it’s as though her brain won’t let her even entertain the idea.

that’s until she’s having a semi-regular quote unquote friend-date with eddie, something they’ve done quite a few times before, and this time they go to the fair. they’re doing everything couples might do, eddie is very aware of this, and he’s over the moon to just be enjoying quality time with his pretty girl until she spots a photobooth, “oh, eds! we have to!” and eddie’s desperately counting coins to pay. the pictures go a little something like this:

after coming up blank with pose ideas, they just look at each other and laugh, but at the sound of his free and bright laugh, she just stares at her boy like he’s a dream come true— first pic is taken, looking at eddie like he hung the moon while he’s mid-laugh.

eddie notices her staring and goes from loud laughs to breathless ones, a smile on his lips, and whispers a soft “what?”— second picture is taken as the girl quickly presses her lips to his, her very first kiss, and it’s caught on camera.

the third picture depicts eddie’s sweet girl nervously rambling “i was going to ask for permission first, i promise!” while eddie has a glassy, dreamy look on his face, slack jawed, looking at her lips.

and at the fourth snap? eddie presses forward to shut her up with another impossibly soft and tender kiss, both of their eyes are closed and his hand is holding her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek.

after they part from the second kiss, eddie acknowledges that it was her first kiss, a shy “was that okay?” to which his sweetheart just smiles really big and nods excitedly over and over with a breathless giggle. that was the perfect first and second kiss and she couldn’t ask for more.

they hold hands the rest of the night.

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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At First Sight Part 3: He’s What?

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @ali-r3n @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @sweetmoonlove0214 @heydreamchild @mrsjellymunson @marshmallowgem @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles

A/N: Poor Robin being brought into all this and poor Eddie for not knowing what to do with himself, enjoy the madness and don’t worry you’ll ACTUALLY be in the next part😂💖

“He’s what?” “In love with her.” “I’m not just in love with her Harrington…it’s…way fucking more than that man…it’s like she’s all I can think about until I get to see her again and…and the idea of her being alone right now instead of being safe with me just kills me I need-” “you need to take a few deep breaths and just relax for a moment Munson.” “So…he’s…in love with her? And you wanna know if I know her? Why didn’t you just ask Dustin to talk to her?” “Because he has a big fucking mouth and will just blab that Eddie’s in love and that’ll freak her out.” “Right Steve because her seeing him all heart eyes and mouth open literally drooling at the idea of her won’t freak her out?…you’ve lost your damn mind.” “Do you know her or not Buckley? I don’t have time for this…it’s already been two days since I saw her and that’s about all I can do before I take things into my own hands and go knock-” “you’re not knocking on anyone’s door! We’ve been over this a hundred times!” “Yes…I know her and…yeah I can reach out and see if she has any idea who the hell you are and if…she’d be interested in you having her phone number.” “You know her? Like you’re friends with her?” “Yes Eddie I’m friends with-” “what’s she like? Does she like flowers? Is she allergic to anything? You think she’ll like my hair? I can cut it if she wants I don’t care oh oh do you think-” “you have got to get him away from me Steve or I’m going to gag him with a bag of Swedish fish.” “Now you see what I’ve been dealing with…I made him stay with me because I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t go over to her house and embarrass himself.” “Nothing to do with telling the love of my life how I feel is embarrassing…grow up.” “What did Dustin say? Did he mention if seeing her will make him…not so…crazy?” “He said if she feels the same they’ll both have like a moment and then their personalities should go back to normal but they’ll just be….disgustingly in love.” “And if she doesn’t feel the same?” “Why would you say that? Do you know something? Did she mention me?” “Calm down Munson.” “Don’t tell me to calm down Harrington! I’m in fucking love and you’re both being assholes about it!” “Jesus let me just talk to her and get this over with just…go walk around the store while I see what I can do.” “But not by the door…I don’t want you getting any ideas about leaving without any supervision.” “Yeah yeah whatever I’ll be in the horror section…oh shit.” “What?” “What if she doesn’t like scary movies? I’m gonna have to watch…romcoms…” “Oh my god you’re so annoying.” “I’m gonna go in the back and text her…” “oh so you’re just gonna leave me alone with him? Nice Buckley real nice.” “Later losers…I’ll either be back with good news or….I won’t be back at all.”

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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Pls more lovesick Eddie but with more bimbo reader!!

him getting on his knee in front of you to fix the strap of your heel so you don't have to do it.. he puts your foot on the top of his thigh as he fixes it, left hand holding your calf as he kisses your ankle once the strap is fixed <33 then when he comes back up he holds your waist an gives you a soft kiss on your glossy lips, whispering how much he loves you..of course, you just giggle twirling your hair and letting eddie set his hand on your ass as you go back to doing whatever it is your doing--whether it be walking around the starcourt mall with your bags in his hands or out with friends.

ACK I WANT I KNOW THIS IS BARELY ANYTHING BUT I WANT NOWWW!!

#eddie munson #mail 💌#eddie munson x reader #lovesick!eddie munson #obsessed!eddie munson #obsessed!eddie munson x reader #obsessed!eddie munson x bimbo!reader #bimbo!reader

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strangersmunsons · 1 month

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Eddie goes shopping with you. eddie munson x gn!reader, ~900 words

“Okay, now what do you think of this?” You hold out a crisp white button-down shirt.

“I think that’s great,” he says automatically.

“Eddie,” you sigh impatiently, “you’ve said that about every article of clothing we’ve seen today. I need like, an actual opinion.”

“That is an actual opinion.” He sounds offended that you might suggest otherwise.

“C’mon, I’m trying to look professional! You gotta help me.”

“I am helping!” Eddie holds up both arms to emphasize his point — he’s laden with bags from the stores you hit earlier in your shopping venture, weighed down with the new clothes you’re purchasing so as to better look the part for your new job.

A small giggle escapes you in spite of your exasperation. “I told you you don’t have to carry any of those,” you remind him, folding your arms across your chest.

Eddie scoffs. “And what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you haul this crap around all day?” He shakes his head, dark curls tumbling about his soft face. “No way. Wayne raised me right, thank you.”

“Well, that he certainly did,” you admit, a rush of affection warming your chest. Unable to help yourself, you reach out and pinch his little cheek between your thumb and index finger.

He pouts at the gesture, pretending to be annoyed; but really, a thrill shoots through him at the brief moment of contact. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for you to be touching him always.

But it’s not like that. Not for you two.

Eddie tells himself that it’s okay, that he’s accepted it, he’ll content himself with daydreams and fantasies as he always has —

“Do you think black looks classier, though?” You’ve turned back to face the clothing rack again, thoughtfully fingering the silky fabric of a dark shirtsleeve. Your eyes narrow. “Or is it almost too formal?”

Eddie blinks dazedly, then shrugs. “I dunno. I wear black all the time, no one’s ever put me up for best dressed.” He frowns. “I suppose it’s a little different when it’s a Metallica t-shirt, though.”

You poke him playfully. “Or ripped jeans.”

Eddie swats your hand away, heart leaping.

You snicker in response, then soften. “For the record, I do like the way you dress. It goes with your whole thing, y’know?” You motion towards him vaguely, hands waving up and down his figure.

“My thing?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum. “The hair, the attitude, the music. Even your name. The whole thing.”

“What does my name have to do with any of that stuff?”

You shift your weight from foot to foot as you think about how to word your answer, tongue poking ever so slightly out of your mouth — an unconscious imitation of the face Eddie often makes when he’s focusing. He swoons a little when he realizes that you’re picking up some of his habits.

“I mean, if I didn’t know who you were, and someone told me to pick out the guy named Eddie Munson from a crowd of a hundred people, I could do it like that,” you tell him, snapping your fingers on the last word. “No one has ever looked more like they should be named Eddie Munson than you.” Your eyes cut over to his. “Does that make sense?”

Bewildered, Eddie’s eyebrows have shot up so high they’ve all but disappeared under his bangs. “…kind…of?”

You pat his shoulder, amused. “Don’t worry about it. Just look at the shirt.”

Obediently, his gaze flits back to the top. You smile expectantly, and he works to offer some sincere judgment.

“Um, it looks comfier than the white one? Not as starchy.”

You nod sagely. “True.” You examine it more closely, a flicker of uncertainty clouding your features. “Do you think it’d look okay on me?”

Of course he does. He thinks you look nice in everything. In your pajamas, in your dressiest formalwear — it doesn’t matter. He never wants to hold you any less. To him, you’ve always the most beautiful person in the world. Whatever you happen to put on your body is irrelevant.

But this is the whole point of him accompanying you; he practically begged for you to let him tag along, swearing that it would be fun and that he’d help you. You’d been a smidge embarrassed at first, certain he’d grow impatient with your indecisiveness and bored with the constant vanishing into dressing rooms, but you seem comfortable now, letting him tote your bags around and asking for his advice. He hopes you’ll take him again next time, and then the next time, and then again after that…

“Yes, I do. I think you’d look really wonderful,” he finally answers. “You look incredible in everything you wear. Honest. You don’t need to worry about anything you buy today.”

Your eyes shine, a bashful smile spreading across your lips. “Really?”

“Of course,” he replies, face reddening. “You — you could wear a potato sack and make it look good, frankly.”

You laugh. “Yes, I’m sure that would be very flattering on me.”

“Hey, I think you could rock it.” He knows you think he’s teasing you, but he means it. And he’ll tell you again, and again, and again, until you believe him.

He’s got nothing but time.

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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Lovesick!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Made For Loving You

summary: Eddie’s in love and can’t keep his hands to himself.

warnings: 18 + mentions of drinking, smoking, public making out, semi public oral (f receiving)

word count: 2k

authors note: distance makes the heart grow fonder and I missed Eddie a whole lot. Here’s him being in love with you and eating you out from his POV. thought I’d try something new. Eddie moved away from Hawkins and to a city where he could be loud and himself in this AU.

Eddie watches white smoke billow from between your parted red lips, faded and just slightly smeared from cupping your hands over them when he made you laugh inside the bar you stood outside of. He was still enamored by them. By you. Your cheeks hollow out when you take another long drag of his cigarette after you’d asked for only one swearing that you only did it when you drank. He’d sit here and watch you smoke his whole pack if you’d let him.

The city skyline shines bright behind you, it's beautiful but its glimmer pales in comparison to the way you smile as you tell him a story he’s already heard before. He doesn’t care, you could tell it on a loop if it means you’ll keep looking at him like that. When you finally hand it back to him he notices the way your eyes glaze over when your fingers brush against his rings.

The urge to kiss you is strong but he’s enjoying this moment too much.

Nodding his head in agreement to a new story about an argument you had with a customer at the record shop he’d met you at, his chocolate eyes catch a glimpse of the faint crimson stain now adoring the butt of his cigarette before pressing it to his plump lips. This was good enough for now.

You're all leather and black and somehow wearing his flannel, the wind kicking up after night fell — you blamed it on the summer chill. He knew he’d never see that shirt again, not unless it was wrapped around your curves.

Exhaling his last drag he flicks the remains into the street earning him the scowl from you he was waiting for. Using it as a distraction so he can press you against the brick lining the outside of the dive bar, he silences your scolding with a smile in his kiss. A soft chuckle rumbling in his chest when you meet his advances with a more than eager mouth.

The drinks you both had makes the swipes of your tongues messier when you lick into each other’s mouths. His hands settling deep and bruising on your hips as you find what he’s learned is your favorite place with fingers tangled in his curls. The light tug you give at his roots pulls a moan deep from his throat.

He nudges your thighs apart with his knee just enough to slot a denim clad leg between yours, pushing your skirt up just enough for him to get a view of the lace underneath. He nips at your bottom lip when he feels you immediately start to wiggle against him for more, your neediness that you’d been better at hiding than him sends him into overdrive.

“Eddie” His name slips out from between desperate kisses broken and whiney. He loved getting you like this. You tug his curls again when his lips travel to your neck. Nipping at your sensitive skin, he wants to hear you say it again.

The sound of the music inside goes from a dull thumping to loud enough for the two of you to break apart when the door slams open, drunken laughter joining the rest of the city noise that both of you managed to block out. Still caging you in with two hands on either side of your head, he reaches down to tip your chin up to look at him. The rough pad of his thumb tugs your sucked in bottom lip, his darkened eyes watching the way your tongue glides over your top row of teeth after.

Lipstick smeared even more, he knows he’s wearing some now.

Dimples poking his cheeks when he smiles at you, the look in your eyes matches his as your lips finally give in and pull up at the corners. A giggle bubbles from you as your nervous fingers pull your skirt down one more time and he swears each one he earns is better than the last.

“Wanna get out of here princess?” It's his turn to bite his lip when he catches the way you clench your thighs. Your converse tap against the pavement as you shuffle side to side at the thought.

“My place or yours?” Smirking up at him with mischief twinkling in your eyes he wondered if it was still too early to tell you the three words that he swears have been on the tip of his tongue since the day you met.

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Eddie’s apartment ends up being the winning destination with the promise of his roommate being out for the night. The awkward run in with yours the last time makes him thankful for his home base advantage. Walking side by side cutting through the neighborhoods to avoid the major streets, your shoulders brush and fingers interlock under the glowing yellow street lights.

The sound of your low humming catches his ears, curious chocolate eyes giving you their undivided attention. It was the song that interrupted you back at the bar and a hint of a small smile plays at the corners of your mouth when you feel his stare on you.

“I didn’t peg you for an Eddie Money fan.” His teasing words turning your hint of a smile into a full blown face splitting grin.

“Sometimes I dabble in the mainstream.” Shrugging nonchalantly you throw him a sideways glance pleased when you see the whites of his teeth. “It doesn’t always have to be hardcore and heavy metal all the time.”

Snorting he throws his head back in a loud mocking laugh knowing damn well you have the same taste in music as him. Too distracted he doesn’t catch the way your eyes stay trained on his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in the white gleam of the moon. His pale skin illuminating under its glittering light, the dark ink that covers every inch of him stands out even more, making all your words catch in your throat.

Eddie finally meets your gaze and he swears he can see the stars in your eyes, suddenly the ten minutes left of the walk seem like a lifetime. You couldn’t look at him like that and expect him to be patient. Smirking with devilish intent he doesn’t hesitate to grab your hips the way he’s wanted to all night.

Dipping into the alley he presses you hard against the quiet apartment building. Crowding your space he wastes no time letting his calloused fingers explore the sliver of skin exposed between your shirt and skirt. Relishing in the way your chest moves with your heavy breathing, you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. You always did.

Collecting your lips in a bruising kiss, he hums against you when you meet his advances. The whiskey still lingering on your tongue tastes bitter sweet against the bourbon on his. Cherry red just like your lips, your nails drag against the roughness of his happy trail hidden under his shirt. He shivers from your touch - a growl he can’t stop releasing from his throat, your tongue catches it with ease and lets it mingle with your own.

The blunt ends of your nails drag across his sweat slick skin, the humidity from the day finally setting in. He knows there’s going to be marks as they dig in when he sucks that special spot behind your ear. His badge of honor.

“Let me take care of you real quick.” He always wants to but his body aches with the kind of need that could set a whole forest on fire. “I need to taste you baby.”

There’s a ringed hand already under your skirt, fingertips skimming across the damp fabric between your legs. His words make your hips search for more, the smallest amount of pressure hitting against your bundle of nerves has you moaning his name.

“You’re gonna have to try and be quiet for me. Can you do that sweetheart?” Smirking to himself, he knows he’s asking for the impossible when he gets you worked up like this.

He pushes your panties to the side as two fingers slide through your wet folds. Coating them instantly — he doesn’t think you understand the power you have when you drip like this — just for him.

His shushes are gentle when his lips cover yours to swallow your gasp when he dips them in. Filling you till he hits the metal of his rings, your velvet walls constrict around him. Fluttering when he curves them to the side he’s hard enough to press uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. Too lost in the way your body reacts to him, he ignores the pain.

Pulling away just enough to whisper “Be quiet” against your lips with a smile, you watch him with an open mouth and pinched brows when he drops to his knees. The loose rocks on the asphalt dig into the exposed skin from the rips in his jeans, but when he catches sight of the way you glisten on his rings he’s only got a one track mind.

He catches your whimper when he removes his fingers and another one when he sucks them clean. Sugar in your drinks all night he swears you taste just as sweet. Your hands twist themselves into the curls on his head, a soft yank and a nudge forward he can’t stop the way his eyes roll back. Pressing kisses to the inside of your sticky thighs, he nips at the dip of your hips before smoothing over them with his tongue.

Quick hands remove your underwear, stuffing the wet lace in his back pocket. Another one to add to his collection.

Usually he teases you more but the strain in his pants is getting worse and the looming threat of someone interrupting what he’s been thinking about all night has him burying his face in record time.

Closing his eyes when you coat his tongue, his hungry mouth starts lapping you up. The roundness of the end of his nose bumping against your clit with every stroke of his muscle in and out of your hole. With strong arms wrapped around your thighs he can hear the way you muffle your cries from under the hood of your skirt when he starts shaking his head from side to side.

The way your legs start to shake and your thrusts start meeting his face he knows you're close. Licking a stipe up your slit he starts focusing his efforts on your button of nerves but not before asking “Are you gonna cum?”

Nodding your head with eyes blown wide and the pink tinge of your lips peeking through the barely there lipstick that once coated them— he’s never thought you looked more beautiful than just like this.

“I want you to give it to me, baby.”

Maybe it was the liquor at the bar or maybe it was just you, but he felt like making you come apart like this was his sole purpose on this shitty earth. Especially when he hears you say his name all pretty like this, like you’re his.

Your fingers pull at his roots when you finally let go, gasping with a hand over your mouth. Nectar of the gods he’s always greedy when he gets what he wants from you so he doesn’t stop till you’re whimpering with a gentle hand to his forehead and a soft “Eddie” falling from your lips.

He leaves more open mouthed kisses on your thighs before coming up for the air he forgot he needed. His hands move to hold your wobbling waist. Dimples in his cheeks again when he smiles satisfied, he’s not expecting the way your fingers curl into his shirt and pull him down to your needy lips. Pressing his body weight against you again he thinks he could die like this.

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tags: @munsonology @elthreetimes @munsonmunster @eddiesprincess86

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fan fiction #lovesick!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader smut

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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could you write something for eddie bagging an absolute goddess of a gf and how he is completely and utterly in love <33

lovesick!eddie is the love of my life and personally i'd kiss him but that's just me !! this is just a little scenario for this concept, feel free to request more parts!

"Here." Eddie holds out his hand, ring-clad and calloused, "Can I try?"

"You want to try putting on lip gloss?" You raise an eyebrow at Eddie, the cool metal tube pinched between your fingers. You imagine a sheen over his lips, and you itch to smear some of the gloss over then to see how he'd look.

"I wanna try putting lip gloss on you." He corrects, eyes shining with excitement, "Can I?"

"Okay," You giggle, unsure of why he's so insistent on it, but giddy at how his fingers feel when they brush against yours, snatching the tube away from you.

The wand makes a wet pop when it comes out of the tube, excess product glopped onto the tip of the applicator. He frowns disapprovingly at the messy waste of product, wiping it off on the lip of the bottle before looking at you.

He kneels in front of you where you're sitting on your bed, looking down at your lips in intense concentration. He raises the wand to your lips, the fuzzy applicator stick with gloss. It's tinted a soft pink, and he dabs it so carefully across the plump skin of your lips that you barely feel it. He drags it across the outline of your lips, filling in the extra space when he's deemed your lips properly lined. His tongue worms its way out from between his teeth, sticking up against his top lip as he coats yours in product.

His fingers curl around your chin, his eyes laser-focused on your lips. You find it increasingly hard not to kiss the tip of his thumb that's hovering oh-so perfectly over your bottom lip, but you'd smudge his hard work and feel bad about it.

When he deems you properly glossed, he breaks away, a confident grin sliding over his face in a split second, "Perfect."

He stares at you proudly, admiring his hard work as you stare at him adoringly.

"Thank you, Eddie." You croon sweetly, taking his hand in your own, "Don't know what I'd do without my lip gloss applicator."

"You'd be shit out of luck." He concludes drearily, but puffs with pride, "Lucky for you, though, I'll be here as long as you need."

You grin at him, the corners of your eyes crinkling with the expression. Now it's his turn to fight the urge to kiss you, but he bares his own cheek as you stuff your lip gloss into your purse.

"Well you said thank you," Eddie muses, puppy eyes gazing imploringly at you, "But I really think you owe me a bit more than that."

"Oh? What more do you need?"

"Stamp me." He declares, waiting expectantly with his cheek turned, "I worked hard on that artwork, I want something to show for it."

You lean forward eagerly, nearly bowling him over with an overzealous kiss to his cheek. He laughs incredulously at your near-tackle, grabbing your arms to steady you as you wobble on the edge of your bed.

"Thank you," He gushes, a sticky kiss print proudly popping against the skin of his cheek, "My services have been sufficiently paid for."

"Mm, not entirely." You hum, a hand cupping the back of his neck as you press a similar mark to his own lips. He's careful with the kiss, not wanting to smudge his hard work, and when you pull away, product shines over his skin. A bit smears down his chin, a miscalculation on your part, but he smiles proudly instead of wiping it away.

"There." You conclude, "Now it's perfect."

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queenimmadolla · 11 months

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For the blurb prompt Eddie Munson Tickle/playful Fluff

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

“Say it!” Eddie demanded, grin nearly maniacal as he cackled.

You shook your head, voice singing with your own laughter–though yours sounded more urgent and hysterical–as you squirmed underneath Eddie, desperate to escape. You were flat on his bed, trapped by his thighs on either side of your hips and he pinned down various parts of your body every time you fought against his hold.

What had started out as a hang out day, days that had grown frequent in the few months since you’d known Eddie, ended with the two of you lounging around his room. You’d been going through his things, commenting on every item you’d picked up when your fingertips felt the tell tale sign of a glossy magazine cover under his bed.

It had been a raunchy one, the cover depicting a woman’s large breasts pressed up against a wet glass shower door. And the cover had been glossy, but its pages had been crunchy.

Eddie had immediately demanded it, so naturally, you’d gotten up and ran. He’d chased you around and around the trailer until he finally tackled and pinned you to the bed when you’d tried to doubleback.

Then you’d called him a name.

Eddie had no choice but to tickle you into submission as he goaded you to take it back. He stopped only for a moment to allow you to breathe.

“This can all be over, all resolved if you just take it back.”

Your breaths were heavy and laced with giggles as your chest heaved, face hot from how hard you’d been laughing, then you leaned your upper body up towards him a little and stated in defiance, “No.”

“You asked for it,” he shrugged, teeth gleaming and eyes crinkling with glee. His fingers were back on your sides in a matter of seconds and you were shrieking with laughter once more.

“OKAY! OKAY! Stooop, I’m gonna pee!” You laughed out and Eddie snickered, fingers pausing their assault.

He leaned down until you were almost nose to nose, “Say it.”

You bit your lip as you stared back up at him through lidded eyes. Eddie could see the mischief in them and his heart skipped a beat.

“It.”

You let out another shriek of laughter as Eddie’s fingers dug gently into your sides, ready to continue his tickle attack, “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Say ‘Eddie is not a jizz bandit.’”

Your eyes squeezed shut as the both of you laughed at your earlier insult.

When you started laughing a little too hard at it again, he gently shook your shoulders to bring you back.

“Okayyyyuh!!! You’re not a jizz bandit, now get off of me! I have to go to the bathroom now.”

Eddie was still chuckling as he moved off of you, allowing you to rise.

“You just wanted to manhandle me,” you pouted, shooting him a playful look before you ducked out of his room to use the bathroom.

Eddie watched you go, then collapsed back onto his bedding with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut with a small groan.

“You have no idea.”

#vivi's baby blurbs #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #lovesick!eddie muncon #eddie munson blurbs #pinning!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n

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spiderrrling · 1 year

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Lovesick Eddie calling you the mrs or the wife to everyone even though you’re not married 🥺🥺

oh he so absolutely would

"where is my wife?!" eddie kicked open the door to the theatre room, his arms filled with his various stacks of books, loose leafs of paper, and at least couple of pencils

"you're not married?"

"doesn't matter, where is my wife?"

"not here yet, maybe give her a few minutes"

he tried to hide his pout, not particularly well but he'd like to think that he did

"sorry! i had to ask Mrs. O'Donnell some questions and she rambled on and I couldn't get out of there-"

"MY WIFE!" eddie practically bounced out of his seat, taking the steps needed to close the space between you, his arms closing tightly around you to a point you worried you wouldnt be able to breathe

"your wife?" eddie only nodded into your shoulder in response, holding you ever so slightly tighter in his grip "you do know we're not married right?"

"doesn't matter" eddie mumbled, with your hands in his hair he was as good as putty in your hands

"have you been calling me 'your wife' to people?"

"that or 'the Mrs'"

"why am i not surprised?"

"because you love me"

"long day?"finally you dared ask about the vice grip he was holding you in

"no... just missed my wife that's all"

send lovesick eddie thoughts!! comments and feedback very appreciated <3

#eddie munson #stranger things #asks and answers #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #lovesick! eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader

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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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Steve and Robin sing "if I were a fish" while they stack tapes.

#eddie got there ten minutes ago and hes just watching them with a goofy lovesick look on his face #stobin #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #that song has been stuck in my head all week #if i were a fish #steddie

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hitlikehammers · 1 month

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You Have Bewitched Me, Body and Soul

or: The Secret Life of Daydreans 🦋

A Pride and Prejudice AU based on this scene for @pearynice on her birthday 💙🎉

He walks the heath to clear his mind, or so he tells himself. He knows in the heart of him that he walks, here, so as to muddy his trousers, to feel close to this man, this man who is so fond of walking, this man who holds him, who keeps him—who wants nothing of him and for fair reasons.

And yet.

This evening and the morning hours before dawn saw fit to peak above the tall grass: it’s proven mortifying, Wayne’s brazen notions, to attend the Hopper-Byers home, to call upon Steven in the night—Eddie may forget himself, but to call unannounced, to impose upon Mister Hopper, to impress upon him even the notion of disrespect when—

And yet then further still: such actions have served now to lead him to this, to this—

Such brashness and its consequences, from Wayne’s mouth upon waking, it has done nothing save to usher Eddie to heights of foolishness he’s never touched before; did not dream existed.

These precious hours have taught Eddie to hope, a dangerous thing to the mortal heart in his chest, weak to fluttering whims of impossible notions.

And yet.

There is light now, caressing the heather, limning the blossoms copper, so much like his eyes but so lesser, such paltry imitations. Nature, despite her majesty, could never hope to compare; Eddie prefers to imagine it does not try.

It must know what has been born of it, more radiant than anything it knows for itself. More resplendent than the sun itself.

And it is the sun itself, that reveals true radiance; Eddie is unsure of its truth but only for an instant. He blinks against the trick of light, in case it plays upon the weakness, the fluttering in his blood, the hope in him, but—

Nature cannot compare to the specimen himself; Eddie’s own mind cannot conjure the wholeness of him.

And this, this:

And to behold him across the moors in the slow-breaking rays of day: subtle, coy, glimmering but ever-gentle, as if in deference to his nature cast in this moment so delicate, lips parted as if his lungs conduct the breeze that calls the grasses to dance—to behold him: it is not songs but hymns, then: greater held here in the golden tendril-strands of being itself, more dear and true in these moments than Solomon’s Song in its every measure and metre—more sacred to a sweeter god.

He is a vision, and come daybreak proper not even the dew underfoot could hope to glisten in such measure as to rival his radiance, and if Eddie’s feet move him unconsidered yet conscious in the soul of him, beckoned in his blood and bones—if Eddie takes the strides between them and crosses the expanse to where Steven stands, to where Steven watches, those parted lips nearer now, more plush and sweet like fruit on the vine; those copper eyes more amber at proximity, molten in motion, dancing even as the beloved lines of that face, that face appraise him with just a tilt of consideration, perhaps curiosity. It is not impassive but it is inscrutable, and Eddie’s heart takes pains to fill with all his blood, to pound hard until he’s dizzy with it—though less so than he is with the dancing starshine in that gaze.

His cause for hope.

“I couldn’t sleep,” and oh, oh, but such seraphic tones bathed in sunlight just so, like banked fires behind Eddie’s bounding heart, like the pulses can ride the flames as much as be driven by them: immaculate.

Then the words themselves, the notion: it could ring as a justification, an excuse for being out in these early hours as if Steven Harrington in his glory could ever require justification, something so gauche and pedestrian as an excuse for being when his being is a gift, and then so far beyond such—it could sound defensive, or as an explanation, but no: no, Steven sets it into the space between them like an offering, simple yet simultaneously reminiscent of the beauteous layers of the man himself, his glorious enigma stood before Eddie like dream made flesh: he couldn’t sleep.

“Nor I,” Eddie grasps for that offering, pulls it tight to his chest; “my uncle,” and by all that is good and merciful in the world: if there is hope, if there is an inkling even, to be had only to be dashed but to at least have been known as potential alone, then let his uncle not have offended the patriarch of Steven’s family. Wayne is a kind soul, and a good man, but his humor is acquired to a fault and if he may have—

“Peculiar affinity for porcelain in that dear man,” and Steven, bless him, exalt him, canonize him and damn him straight to hell so long as Eddie may follow and they may be warm and outrageously contented there so as to keep forever the perfect quirk of his lips, like as laughter from the chest but quiet and still, the giddy dance of it all inside the waltzing wonder of his eyes—any and all things, whatever is necessary Eddie will do with effervescent joy, only to keep it on that heavensent face:

“He may have brought me a vase, and promised a tea service in due course.”

And Eddie had toyed with the notion that he couldn’t possibly flush deeper, perhaps in those stray moments he’d spent blissfully distracted by Steven’s amusement, Steven’s sweet lips, and not the likelihood of Wayne’s quirky ways of making a point and this, this, he—

Porcelain.

Only a long-held tradition in his family so entrenched none recall the origin, merely the absolute intent: a token of wedded blessing, or a gift of betrothal. Nothing dramatic or profound in the slightest, of course.

And Wayne chides him for being over-bold.

“Wholly inappropriate,” Eddie coughs into his hand, tries to mask the red in his cheeks with the gesture; “certainly without your, without,” and Eddie casts his eyes to the now-soft lit meadows, seeks counsel and finds none, to say nothing of the pull of Steven before him, nerves pushing his eyes to at least attempt to shy, to defer from Steven’s haze but as so as their eyes meet, it is wholly for nought.

Eddie breathes in deep, tries to steady himself, tries to focus less on the galloping of his heart between his lungs as they expand and more on the faint scent of honeysuckle when none grows here, when the perfume must be of Steven, must be the sweet lure of him for himself alone.

“However can I begin to make amends for such forwardness, uncalled and,” he falters, because the question is heartfelt, the sentiment honest in him but the formality is comfortable familiarity; the root of his worry, the fear that tethers this hope to the ground beneath him, clips its wings: “and undesired?”

For how could it ever be; it wasn’t, and quite rightly so, conveyed definitively in spring last when Steven had met Mister Carver, and Eddie had soured at the reminder of that rake’s transgressions, had let it propel pure jealousy into something fiercer, that made him forget his tongue and speak of himself as some high prize with no thought to the fact that the Hopper-Byers household lived on inferior means in part by choice, their family a taboo of the region but mostly, to a glance, a happy one: the patriarch a veteran of foreign battles and the Missus a force and a household managed by both with all heads covered safe came nightfall and all bellies filled without pain of wanting and no care for which of the children shared their blood if all shared their love.

And Eddie was, he was…

To call him a fool is too lenient, far too forgiving.

He’d spoken low of them even if only in passing, but he believes it was worse for it, for being impudent, thoughtless, and about inferiority of all arrogant nonsense, as if his money outstripped the goodness of those people, of Stev—

Oh, and he couldn’t have stopped there in his imbecility. Even if Eddie hadn’t known quite how Steven’s beloved sister held his heart; even if Eddie had acted for honest reasons to protect his oldest and dearest friend, despite the concern in it no greater than blind hypocrisy, how could he, how could he in defense of his friend not witness the same awkward tendency to babble in the face of feeling—regardless of any and all of it, what he’d done was done callously, and to have seen it crush Steven, the chasm that had opened in the moments Eddie had owned to his deeds—it had only been rivaled for how hateful it settled in him inside the wrath that had emerged to fill that chasm, the disdain, the loathing aimed at Eddie alone when Eddie had thought, when he’d asked, because he wanted so ardently—

He is grateful only that he told no lie in it. Did not try to save himself in falsehoods. The pain, he knows, was never something he could have been spared.

Same as he knows, now, that his feelings in April were sentiments he thought insurmountable. And yet the stirrings in his breast then were but a faint breeze compared to the whirlwind that consumes him now, his heart riotous and rejoicing without even being granted permission, without reciprocation, even before he knew the first lilt of hope.

And now, now that there is hope—

“Considering the lack of pure ruin well deserved yet unsuffered by my fool of a brother,” Steven eyes him knowingly; Eddie had asked Michael not to disclose his hand in shoring up the transgressions made in connection to Mister Carver in the city, but Steven quirks a brow with pointed intent and a warmth, a softness that is offered in something like companionship, like camaraderie, like a confidence shared; “to say nothing of the fortuitous appearance of one Lady Cunningham in our humble sitting room just last morning,” and Steven’s smile, then—and Eddie knows, because he drilled Chrissy through fumbling attempts so very many times, he knows she’d been and he knows it had borne sweet fruit for her affections—but to see Steven smile at him for it, if only in some part, is further still a gift in its own self: “I suspect we both have more than mended our share of transgressions.”

It is more than Eddie could ask for, an even footing steadier in this moment than he could have wished to reach.

And yet.

“You must know,” and Eddie can hear his own heart in his words, in his voice undeniable, inescapable—only rational, for the words passing the thumping in his throat on their way past his lips by necessity: “surely, you must know, it was all for you.”

Steven’s gaze on him is unyielding for a few silent moments, long with only birdsong in the periphery and Eddie’s frenzied heartbeat at the fore: a panopticon than feels all-knowing as it takes him in. Eddie feels wretchedly exposed for it, giddy for the attention in it, and flustered for its sheer intensity all at once.

“I did not wish to make assumptions,” Steven finally speaks, and the words are more exhalation than voice but it lands as poetry woven through a song of him, all of him, as clear as he breathes the music sewn in sonnets; “though to hear it now, from your lips,” Steven’s mouth quirks, and oh, but the apples of those regal cheekbones, their sharpness a threat to man’s sanity—he blushes so sweet.

“But in the measure of mending transgressions, then,” then Steven bites the swell of his bottom lip every so slightly, rewrites the staves of Eddie’s pulse for the indentations as he shakes his head, then lifts his lashes, gilded in remorse; “I fear I’ve—“

“Hush, sweetness, please,” and oh, Eddie has learned well from his uncle to presume, indeed; to be brazen, to speak without a rein on his heart just in this moment, to call him dear sugared things and he almost regrets, almost retreats or seeks apologies but oh, oh but those amber-pooling eyes: they start to drown so dark, the middle-black flooding for more than a pulsebeat but less a moment and—that pesky foolish hope, and Eddie takes not one step, but two steps closer for its pull.

“Anything you have said and done has been more than merited,” and Eddie feels certain in this moment that he must own it in not uncertain terms, even if it risks the heart in his chest; “I was a,” he licks his lips, casts his eyes down in shame, for it because he cannot do otherwise but then he looks up again, pleading in his gaze he knows because once more:

He cannot do otherwise.

“A proper fiend,” and it is true, it is true and he remembers confessing one of his own cardinal sins, his unforgiving tendencies when his opinion of others is sullied and he should not hold so much optimism for the man before him being so deeply entrenched as something different, something better but Eddie has changed himself, for this singular person’s presence in his world; he cannot help but lift his transgressions and pray better than he’s ever managed in a pew for mercies greater than any scripture could serve to the fate of his soul:

“I presumed blindly, and let pride blind my eyes to what stood before me so clear,” he breathes, and it is that, it is a prayerful thing he speaks, and no less.

“And what might have proven such a spectacle?” Steven asks and there’s levity in it, brightness but then underneath: a truth believed, a certainty in doubt. That such a spectacle would be unfathomable, rather than commonplace and a foundational truth among all things.

“The heart of you,” Eddie murmurs without hesitation, reaches toward Steven’s chest on instinct but hesitates before he touches, before he feels more than the suggestion of his heat in the morning chill—Eddie does not have the privilege.

Yet. And he…he still…

“The man you are, truly good beyond all reason or compare,” Eddie murmurs, marvels—he doesn’t touch, but he doesn’t yet withdraw his hand, pull any further away because—

He hopes.

“Beautiful for the flesh of you only as a paltry reflection of the soul in you,” Eddie speaks it so low, pitched close to the earth and deep in his chest because it demands no less, no less, and he wants to touch, he wants to cup Steven’s cheek, he’s wants so deeply to trace those lips in revere and feel him, show his love the best he can, with the remit of action he is allowed for now as a bare echo of what he could, if he’s allowed, if he is granted the joy, the honor of holding this man and reverencing him and adoring not like some idol, no, but as the part of his own heart that conducts all the beating, that makes any living truly worthwhile at all.

Because the value and weight of measuring living has shifted in this new world, with Steven in his view.

“And you, my,” no, no, Steven is not his, not yet, but he can respect what has not come to pass while still lavishing Steven with the ardor full to his heart:

“You, Steven Harrington, are breathtaking,” and now he does presume, the over-boldness his uncle has tried to tame in him but he reaches, and tucks Steven’s soft swoop of hair behind the delicate shell of an ear, and his hand never so much as brushes skin, and Eddie is quick, of ever so gentle in it, so that his fingers have retreated by the time he notices, but: Steven leans for the touch.

Steven leans for his touch.

”And if you are breathtaking,” Eddie lets his eyes roam across Steven’s figure, and he is a marvel, truly, but Eddie’s gaze lingers on the mud-splatters at his hem, stretched over strong calves and it would be impossible not to soften, not to melt within for the bright glow that spreads through Eddie’s chest as he smiles gentle, trusting in the promise of that emanating light as he breathes:

“Imagine what such truths must speak greater truth still, of your soul.”

Steven blinks, and those lashes fan so full: Eddie swears he feels the world around him shift for it, some a divine kind of a blessing.

“You spin such poetry as to treat toward nonsense, good sir,” Steven sighs the words a little over-soft, so gentle, a demure sort of lilt, to poke at him with a familiarity, a casual comfort Eddie aches for; aches for what else it could accompany, could mean.

“You speak with kindness,” Eddie cannot help but to voice the yearning, and his tone does nothing to belie the earnestness of his heart for it; “with lightness to your tone,” he reaches, dares to smooth Steven’s hair once more, slower with the touch to test if he leans again and oh—oh.

Steven cants his chin ever so slightly, and lets his jawline press to Eddie’s hand: more touch of his skin than Eddie has ever known before. He gasps for it, not only slightly undone.

“It tempts me so,” Eddie thinks he breathes; knows it is a shaking thing, much like the thunder of his pulse.

“Tempts you?” Steven leans back, lips pursed to confusion, and Eddie mourns the loss with his blood and bones entire.

“To hope,” because what more can Eddie do now but name it, this feeling beating wings through his veins, propelling his blood as much as his shivering his breath, narrowing his vision but making the whole of being brighter, more flooded full with color?

“To hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself,” his oversaturated wanting bubble forth from him, tongue loose and lungs oddly tight; “as I’d feared never again to know.”

And how he’d feared, he’d feared so deeply that all chance was gone, all hope was lost, that his presumption in the rain that Sunday morning had lost him all possible chance at the happiness his heart understood sooner than his mind, that when he’d leapt without that understanding through and through he’d put fire to the bridge he ever wished to cross.

But: he is here. Now, he is here.

They are here. And Eddie thinks he knows where to leap, his mind seeing the path as his heart trembles for how big the hop has been coaxed into swelling.

“You are too generous to trifle with me,” Eddie swallows hard, tries to even his breath but to no avail; and no matter, not truly: “so I must ask it of you, pure honesty, with no thought to spare my heart for it,” his voice doesn’t crack so much as fade a little, and he prays it does not undercut his sincerity but then Steven moves, reaches.

Tucks Eddie’s curls behind his ear soft, quick as Eddie’d done in reverse but it soothes something in him, doesn’t quieten his pulse but draws enough anxiousness from the drumming for there to be room for wishing, for hoping.

“I swear it,” Steven tells him solemn if soft, and the way he draws his hand away so slow: it feels like a statement of its own.

Eddie sees the path all the more clearly for it, and leaps with the whole of him, now:

“If your feelings have not changed, if your wishes stand firm as they did,” Eddie preludes, needs Steven to know, and to feel no obligation to him, nor guilt in speaking true: “tell me so and I will bother you no longer, this last of my presumptions my final transgression against your kind nature.”

“I swore it, Edward,” Steven speaks with a steel determination, not in kindly but wholly unwavering; “and not lightly done,” and his eyes shine ever-so, as steel in a forge burnt fire-bright.

“I will not lie to spare the heart of you,” Steven promises, then breathes deep with clear resolve; “but neither will I see it handled without due care, no matter your question, no matter its answer.”

And indeed, heart of Eddie is not spared. Because Steven, Steven is being honorable and speaking in vows in ways that tap furious and wantonly around Eddie’s chest but then: he speaks of caring for Eddie’s heart without precedent save for his generous inclinations as a rule—this rings different, though.

And Eddie’s unspared heart—a quandary to be sure, as the point to hand is to hold the very same with care—but his heart is not spared a frenetic pounding that Eddie feels high in his throat, a feathered thing beating to be free.

When his lips part, perhaps he grant’s its wish:

“If,” Eddie starts, breathless at first and understandably so; “if by some kindness I have neither earned nor deserved, your feelings havechanged,” Eddie feels himself on an unexpected precipice, for Steven gazed upon him with…with tenderness. With so much more he has not earned or deserved and yet:

“Then I would have to tell you,” and it’s Eddie’s racing heart giving itself away as not merely frantic but full, so full, and if it takes flight now it can’t help but spill its splendored hopes at the feet of its desire, its best excuse to beat:

“You have bewitched me, body and soul and I love, I love, I,” his breath catches, the revelation of letting the words spill again from his lips now terrifying, for how last they were received but his heart and mind understand it fully, now, and he can speak it with a fullness he didn’t comprehend then, a wholeness he hadn’t tapped to know, then.

And thus so much more than anything: it is exhilarating, to open his heart and hope to be seen truly for all he is, for all that he feels and seeks to give without reservation or reliant: unending.

“I love you.”

And when he breathes, after the world holds those words, when he breathes the air tastes golden, rich and born anew. He makes to speak, to confess further but then—

Steven reaches for his hand, takes it fully in a way Eddie’s never felt before, laces their fingers and stares at them before lifting his eyes to Eddie’s, glistening and stretched so wide. Eddie barely blinks to drink in the whole of him, and when he catches glimpse of the blood-beat at the stretch of Steven’s star-charted throat, the swift rhythm a perfect swell between beauty marks, it swathes something in Eddie that had retained rough edges somehow, smoothes him into whole submission to the way his heart hums for this man’s mere touch.

When Steven pulls Eddie’s hand joined in his own, to press against the source of that perfect beat, and Eddie knows by touch now the way it pounds with the same gusto, the same fluttering testing Eddie’s own ribs: it is magical. It is divinity itself writ in flesh and held between mortal hands.

“I never wish to be parted from you from this day on,” Steven whispers, fierce with it, and Eddie wishes he could move, just now, to bring Steven’s hand close to his chest in turn, to let him feel the tripping slip of beats as it acclimated to a world where, just perhaps, Eddie may have just gotten everything he’s ever wanted.

In point of fact, though: he cannot quite move, because it so happens that cupping a hand against the heart you’ve yearned for so long is momentous to the point of stilling time itself.

But Steven, of course: he proves Eddie’s trust in him, Eddie’s faith and hope, as he does the moving for the both, and draws Eddie’s hand upward, reaches for his other wrist and gathers them together between both his own and lifts them to his lips, kisses fingertips, the peaks of his knuckles, the curve of his wrists.

“Your hands are cold,” Steven breathes, glances up at Eddie and Eddie cannot know what he sees but hopes—since it has not failed him yet—that what he finds is the heart and soul of him for the taking, the sharing, the giving for any and all that’s wanted and received.

Steven’s mouth is only parted the slightest bit but it sends Eddie’s pulse to tripping all the more, but Steven’s eyes are dancing, his inhalations deep but quick, affected as Eddie when he cradles both Eddie’s hands now back to his chest, flattens them to the palm against to feel every beat and breath like a confession or a promise or both of them and more and then—

Then he leans, slow, and Eddie understands this impossible thing: an invitation as much as a query for permission. Steven’s lips are still parted when he pauses a hair's-breadth from meeting and Eddie falls, somehow, although he thought he’d fallen already farther than a man could manage.

But Steven’s pulse under his hand skips, stumbles hard but feels as jubilant as Eddie’s own, so he finds a way to fall further, just the slightest tip forward into that parted pout and Steven; Steven.

Against Eddie’s lips, his kiss is like sunlight.

Against Eddie’s hands, his heart is so warm.

🦋

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #pride and prejudice AU #period romance tropes DIALED TO ELEVEN #specifically: 'you have bewitched me body and soul'#love confessions #aka: THAT meadow scene #nervous and lovesick eddie #coy and equally-lovesick steve #featuring meddling wayne and the lovely lady cunnningham #and most-beloved-sister robin #also one michael wheeler as the most insufferable lydia #stranger things #hitlikehammers' hobbit-birthday prompt fest #gift fic #pearynice

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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 6 months

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Nowhere to run

Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Nowhere to run. but you kept doing it. Eddie was there with you though. But running away from the problem you created seems too easy, don't you think?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere!Ghostface!Eddie, Lovesick!Eddie, fem!reader, family issue, toxic relationship, knife, murder, jealousy, manipolation, chasing, angst, bad ending.

𝐀/𝐍: So. Bringing a smut with Eddie Ghostface seemed too corny. I tried something that works better for me. Hope you like it. Sorry about my English, this is not my native language. Support and reblog! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

You ran through an isolated parking lot and, recognizing the place, you realized that you were close to your home. You looked over your shoulder to see if he was still behind you.

You were in total panic, you were crying and you wished this was just a simple nightmare.

You heard the heavy footsteps of his boots and you sped up your run until you arrived in front of your door. You opened it and locked it, locking the locks attached to the door as well. You wasted no time, you went upstairs and hide inside your large closet, hoping he wouldn't find you.

You were chased. But not from just any person you might find on the street, but from Eddie Munson. He was a boy in his late twenties who still attended the same school as you due to his failing grades. He had a low reputation and was called a freak along with his friends. Even though he had a scary appearance, he was actually a boy with a heart of gold. You knew it very well. You knew him. And what's more, you were dating. You were engaged. So why?

You wished you knew.

But you thought this was triggered because of you. You were his girlfriend, his first girlfriend to be precise, and as such, he was afraid of doing something wrong with you. In short, the little complexes you have when you start a relationship, but he had overcome this complex, and you knew it very well, you had helped him. You had always been so available to him and Eddie did the same thing to you. But your boyfriend, beyond this, was in love with you, he was really in love with you, to the point of madness. He was overprotective and jealous to say the least of other guys who got close to you.

You never said anything, but apparently you should have. Eddie started acting strange and you always felt a bad feeling. But you trusted him, so you let it go again. One night, though, you caught him coming home in his Halloween outfit, Ghostface. A ruthless serial killer with a white mask that is nothing short of frightening. He had taken off his mask while carrying someone's body.

Jason Carver.

Jason Carver lately, he wanted to give trouble to the metalhead, playing tasteless games on you or he approached you and made fun of you by flirting with you. All to make Eddie jealous, and therefore annoy him. He had always done it with him. Jason and Eddie hated each other because they were opposites. But both never raised their hands. Eddie didn't like this kind of thing unless he had to, but he always thought that if he got into a fight with anyone he would lose from the start. He wasn't incredibly strong like Jason, but that didn't matter to you. But that night you changed your mind.

He had killed him.

And you were paralyzed as soon as he saw you.

You remained in that corner without saying anything while he, with his costume full of blood, tried to justify himself and explain the situation.

You remained silent. Nodding.

But then you ran away. It was as if you realized what had happened that very evening. After two days you decided to go home but he chased you and you panicked.

He had entered. Now there's no turning back.

His boots could be heard on the wooden floor.

"Sweetheart..." He said teasingly. He was in your room, you caught a glimpse of his Ghostface costume as he held a sharp blade.

Your tears continued to fall.

It was your fault. You had transformed him.

"Please come out, I don't want to hurt you. I would never hurt you."

Was it true?

Eddie always said and stated that he would never lay a finger on you, because he loved you. But you were afraid...

Was it the right thing to do? Did you have to stay hidden? Or come out and pray Eddie figures out why you're running away?

You didn't know.

But your instincts suggested staying in the closet.

Eddie, after checking under the bed and the rest of the room, left. From the various sounds you could guess that he was going to your parents' room. Your parents weren't there that evening and neither were your brothers and sisters, you were a large family, but no one was present in the house this evening. Such misfortune was truly unheard of. You came out of your hiding place and ran towards the front door. As dangerous as the situation was, you didn't want to report Eddie. You loved him after all. You wanted to go out and think clearly and think about what to do to make your now crazy boyfriend see reason.

You were in front of the door but you clumsily tripped and fell down the stairs and a searing pain shot into your leg making you scream. It wasn't broken, but you took a chance, it was definitely fractured or something, but the worst thing was that every single movement of your leg hurt. You were done for.

You cried again and again and Eddie walked down the stairs at a slow pace.

He bowed, looking at your tear-filled face as you trembled.

“Shhh…” He hissed as he brushed against your injured leg making you gasp. The metalhead wrapped his arms around you hugging you "That's why you don't have to run away sweetie, otherwise you'll hurt yourself. And you know how sad it makes me to see you in this state" he said as he put the blade down on you and picked you up.

You continued to cry and sniff as you felt Eddie's latex gloves caressing your hair.

"Why don't we go home? So we can treat this leg and explain to me why you ran away?" He proposed as your head was pressed into his chest, you couldn't do anything else. You gasped and sobbed in response.

"Come on pretty girl, don't cry, everything will be fine..." he said taking you upstairs, more precisely to your room. He made you lay down and he sat next to you staring at you for a while.

He took off his mask revealing his brown curls "Now let's do this. If you tell me now why you ran away, I will heal your leg" he proposed. Was he a threat by any chance? Not very likely. Eddie would have treated you anyway, this is because he doesn't want to make you suffer, but certainly when he wants to know something he will always try to make you spit it out.

Unfortunately you couldn't even form a sentence due to the pain and crying. So Eddie sat on the bed next to your face caressing it "Baby, stop crying, nothing happened, you just hurt yourself. If you want it to go away you have to calm down, okay?" His tone was soft, which made Eddie even crazier than he already was. Was he manipulating you by any chance? Or was he sincere? Too many questions and zero answers. Your head was a total mess and you just wanted to regain control. You listened to him. You took deep breaths and he smiled at you "That's right. Good girl" He praised you then placed a light kiss on your forehead.

“I-I’m sorry…” you apologized.

"It's okay baby. Don't worry. If you ran away, was it because I accidentally scared you?" He asked and you nodded "Aw, I'm so sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to. I'll try not to scare you anymore, okay?" You nodded again as more tears rolled down your face.

You missed him. You missed old Eddie. That bastard rabbit heart that was scared of even his own shadow, even if he didn't show it. You missed that boy who pestered you with Lord of the Rings and Dangeon & Dragons all day. You missed Eddie. Edward Munson. The boy you were so in love with. But now he had become an Eddie with a boundless love for you and a murderous madness if anyone dared to touch you.

It was your fault.

Eddie bandaged your leg trying to ease your pain. Your leg hurt but not like before so you felt slightly better "I love you so much sweetheart" he said picking you up again and planting a kiss on your forehead "Me too..." You answered sincerely. Your life had now changed and now the only thing you could do was hope that you could change Eddie. And if you didn't succeed, well then you deserved it. After all, your parents were right.

"You only bring trouble and turn even the best souls into monsters just like you"

Insignificant words. But real today. They were right to think of you this way, they were right to not love you, they were right to belittle you because ultimately this is who you were. A monster who transformed others. This was your destiny, nowhere to run.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things eddie #eddie munson angst #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #ghostface!eddie #ghostface!eddie munson #lovesick!eddie #scream

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ghostlyfleur · 6 months

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𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

eddie munson x new girl

contents: new girl referred to as angel, lovesick!eddie, strangers to friends to lovers, hellfire club, dustin henderson cameo, mutual pining, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, maybe fairy!reader but i’m not sure yet.

word count: ~1k

summary: eddie lets his love consume him, and he’s okay with it.

eddie munson is down bad. in love. completely enamored. shot by cupid. and she’s beautiful. the fairest maiden in all the land.

she’s all flowery dresses, flowy skirts, cozy sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, fairy wing eyeliner design and shimmery glitter on her eyelids, sparkly pink lipgloss, highlighter on her cheekbones— the prettiest angel he’s ever seen. absolutely ethereal. the thing is, she’s terribly clueless. oblivious, even. her and eddie have built a lovely friendship over the last few months, ever since he met her when he picked dustin up from the library. that’s when it happened. that’s when he got hit. an arrow straight through his heart.

his angel — because she must be an angel, with the way the sun followed her around and made her shimmer — was aiding dustin with his search, trying to find books on supernatural lore that he could take inspiration from for the campaign he was putting together. it was dustin’s first campaign in his hellfire club career, and he was taking it very seriously to eddie’s amazement and amusement. but whatever thoughts about dungeons and dragons that were swirling around his head cleared completely at the sight of her; in her white sandals, knee-length white silky skirt, and alice in wonderland graphic tank top she was a sight to behold. a mirage. a dream. sunny disposition, bright smile, fidgety hands, and the most enchanting voice— a siren call, really. and eddie was hooked. it didn’t help that dustin talked his ear off about the nice girl that was quick to provide him with an immense list of folklore and magic lore books that could help him, about fairytales and whimsical creatures.

“she talked about fairies as if she were one, dude, it was sick!” dustin gushed.

eddie noticed the kid kept going back to the same library, kept entering his van afterwards with a list of books and another cute tale revolving around the pretty angel girl of eddie’s dreams. until one day dustin looked all nervous and coy and a little scared, and yeah, usually eddie loved to invoke that same reaction from him, but this time he didn’t know the reason behind it, behind the kid’s hesitant gaze. and truly it couldn’t have been a better reason. dustin wanted the mystery angel to be able to attend hellfire, to watch his campaign.

“‘s the least i can do, man! she helped me with a lot of it and she was like- super interested in my shirt and stuff, please?” eddie’s quick reply, the resounding ‘yes’ he couldn’t hold back, caught dustin by surprise but he didn’t question it. don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?

angel showed up in a long skirt with a flower pattern, converse shoes, and a black queen shirt tucked in. braided hair, lipgloss, and a tupperware box filled with chocolate chip cookies for the whole club.

“my thanks for letting me crash your campaign.”

eddie was hooked. once the session was done and the boys were gone, thanking her profusely for the treats after they picked her brain for cryptid lore, she stayed behind to help eddie tidy up, and they talked about music. she was shy, incredibly so, soft spoken and giggly and socially awkward, but she laughed at eddie’s jokes and playfully teased him once or twice, and complimented his bats tattoo, so eddie offered her a ride home. she gracefully declined, claiming she drove herself, so he walked her to her car instead.

plans were made so that she attended each of dustin’s campaign sessions and through those sessions, the clean up afterwards, the talks about music and bands and movies, their time together evolved to going for milkshake afterwards, a coffee shop for some hot chocolate sometimes, and a friendship blossomed. a very strong one at that.

being alone, living alone, existing alone was kind of her thing— she preferred to be by herself, to indulge in her hobbies on her own, because she was anxious. extremely anxious. but apparently not at all reserved about it or ashamed of talking about it, which was proven by the fact that she casually let it slip pass her lips that she had an anxiety disorder the very first time she was alone with eddie after hellfire.

not a single sign of shame or guilt in admitting it, and eddie admired that.

admired that she was a loner even though she was so polite and kind, ready to send anyone she walked past a smile because she knew how much it mattered to those who needed a little kindness. a quiet soul but couldn’t shut up if you cared enough to figure out her interests, she laughed at everything, giggled without reason sometimes, talked to herself a lot, was often lost in daydreams, had a dark sense of humor surprisingly. complex but friendly. eddie couldn’t get enough, always wanting to find out more about her, to talk to her more, to understand her more.

but most importantly, in her opinion, eddie allowed her to be herself without any judgment. encouraged her even. and that was priceless. so yes, a strong friendship bloomed, but neither one of them wanted to stop at just that. the dark haired boy was quickly aware of his growing feelings, his attraction, his infatuation that turned to love, while his angel didn’t clock in on her emotions quite so fast, being entirely inexperienced and lacking any previous romantic validation. her anxiety and introverted tendencies played a part in that too, probably.

but that’s alright, eddie is more than okay with waiting for her to catch up.

♡

── harmo’s footnotes:

i love thinking about our sweet eddie falling for a soft girl. he deserves a cozy, comfy, cute love story! please remember to show your support by reblogging!

masterlist. eddie dreams.

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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At First Sight Part 2: Blushing

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @ali-r3n @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @sweetmoonlove0214 @heydreamchild @mrsjellymunson @marshmallowgem

A/N: Enjoy Eddie freaking out and Steve and Dustin trying to figure out what’s going on with him. Get comfy though this is a long conversation😂💖

“You look like shit Munson.” “You just don’t know what love looks like Harrington so fuck off.” “Jesus you’re like…extra testy…did you get her name?” “Yes now where’s Henderson? I need his little shithead ass to figure out what the hell is going on.” “You rang?” “Henderson! Thank god you’re here you have-” “are you blushing?” “What? No?” “Dude you’re totally blushing…isn’t he Steve?” “Uh…well I mean his cheeks are…kinda…pink.” “I ran here from the shop you assholes.” “You ran? Why didn’t you just drive?” “I…don’t know Dustin I just…I saw her name and then next thing I know I’m here and I just…I think I’m going crazy.” “Relax…now just tell me exactly what happened when you saw her.” “Yeah don’t leave anything out.” “That’s what..exactly what happened means Steve…but thanks for the backup.” “Uhm okay well I was standing next to my van and uh…she pulled up in her beetle and got out and I’m not gonna lie I took a look at her uh ya know…backside and then she turned around and looked at me and my world stopped-” “stopped? Like time literally froze or did it move in slow motion?” “Well it kinda went in slow motion and I saw hearts and in my mind it was like….fireworks were going off and then she walked by me and into the shop and that was it.” “That was it?” “What he means is now he’s obsessed and thinks he’s in love.” “Well yeah it sounds like love at first sight.” “What? That’s…a thing?” “Dude how the hell have the two of you lived this long and never heard of love at first sight?” “I mean I’ve heard of it but…I didn’t think it was real.” “It’s real…but normally it happens for both parties…” “so you think she loves me too?” “I honestly don’t…know…wait is this her name?” “Yeah Eddie got it from her paperwork from the shop.” “I know her.” “What the fuck do you mean you know her Henderson?” “Wow calm down…she’s my neighbor…she babysat me a few times.” “Babysat you?…I’m your fucking babysitter you jerk.” “Guys can we focus please? I’m kinda losing my damn mind because I’m in love with Dustin’s fucking neighbor.” “How do you not know her? She graduated with you from Hawkins.” “What? No fucking way I’d know if the love of my actual life went to high school with me.” “Clearly you weren’t paying attention because she went to Hawkins High and graduated the same year you did so…” “Wait if she’s your neighbor that means she’s seen me drop you off at least a few times right? So that means she knows me so if I knock on her door-” “dude you can not just go knocking on some girl’s door that is a huge red fucking flag.” “Steve’s right that’ll freak her out but you’re also right…she knows you because she told me one time that you drive like shit but she said your name.” “She….knows my name?…what did it sound like when she said it? Did it sound like a song that you could listen to over and over again?” “Don’t ever ask me something like that again Eddie you’re my fucking Dungeon Master for crying out loud…get it together.” “I’m sorry I just…I feel like I’m having a panic attack but I’m happy about it? Like finally I have…something or someone to…live for.” “Can you maybe hold off on her being your reason to live until you actually meet her?” “I agree with Henderson….go on a date first or something.” “How can I go on a date when you two won’t let me knock of her door?” “Wait a minute…if she graduated with you Eddie that means she might know Robin!” “Okay and what’s Robin have to do with my future wife?” “Don’t go planning your marriage yet big boy…I’m just saying we can see if Robin knows her and she can reach out to see if she can give you her number…then you-” “can knock on her door?” “No…you can call her and see if she’d be interested in-” “being with me forever?” “You’re fucking hopeless.” “Don’t be mean to me right now Harrington okay? I just…love her.” “We know you do Eddie and we promise we are gonna try to get you and her in a room together so you can…see if she feels the same…right Steve?” “Yeah…we’re gonna help you man…it’ll be fine just let me talk to Robin.” “Okay…” “until then no stalking or-” “declarations of love I got it man…”

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Reader

Eddie got into the nearly nonexistent line, hours before the show he’d saved up for so long for, the sidewalk behind the black rope soon to be filled with your adoring fans, who’ll wait for you to enter the stadium, hoping for autographs. You were so kind, Eddie knew, that you’d give some lucky people your presence! Or the ones who were good attention grabbers, and oh was Eddie skilled at that! Easily he made his way to the front, and he stayed there after being one of the first in the row, and through intimidating the many people who tried to barge in front of him. Body firm as he held tight to the rope, and stuck in place.

Until you came out of your car. Eddie’s body went through a rush then, every cell in him firing up and making his body soar, as he became just another part of the cacophony of screams, jumping up and down in place while you headed down the line to the stage doors, waving at everyone who screamed your name.

He couldn’t believe he was seeing you again! He’d seen you a bunch of times, but he’d never gotten this close! You were so... amazing, this close up, and not just on a poster or record art. This was you, in all your glory, pumped before a show with that intense surge he knew all too well from his smaller gigs. And Eddie was not only starstruck, but lovesick...

You signed two people’s books, who were closer to your car, before you reached Eddie. His smile beaming as he realised you were stopping! And then you took off your shades, just to smile and look into his eyes. Just for him. His mouth dropped open.

“Hey! I think I saw you this morning, outside of Brent St? I recognised your hair. It’s soooo pretty on you!” You genuinely compliment him, seeming enthused at his looks. Asking him, like this was just a normal conversation between two warm strangers. And that was Eddie. You remembered him...!

Eddie literally can’t help but cry. Fat tears blocking his vision of his dream girl, so he swipes them quickly away from his face, even as they keep coming. The charm bracelet he made based on titles from your albums, scratching at his cheek. Eddie nodded hard, his voice loud and eager. “You’re right! That was me! I’m Eddie! I’m your biggest fan I- I’ve been to every show!!! Thank you so much! You’re the pretty one!” He hopes that last one was okay, swallowing a lot of spit as it blurts out. After he tried to cram every thought into his small one on one time with you. Nervous, but you making him higher than any drug in his stash back home would do to him.

But you keep smiling at him, and his breath stops, as you lean over, and so tenderly play with his hair. “Don’t put yourself down pretty boy. You’re beautiful Eddie!” Your fingers are still teasing the roots in his hair and Eddie just about melts. It felt so good. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time someone played with his hair, someone touched him like this. And you’re touching him! You! Trying with near pain not to close his eyes from your caress, your petting, because he wanted to watch you holding him so fondly!

You sign the little autograph book Eddie can barely keep a hold of, that’d he’d almost forgotten about, and he’s thanking you over and over, just word vomiting about how he’s been following your music since day one, how much he worships it! Mentioning an underground concert basement he saw you play in, which he sees your body light up at, knowing it was one of your very first professional gigs. While you keep on signing.

But then you take his hands, cooing audibly over his rings, before letting your fingertips play over them, up to his own pads. “These are guitar players hands, right Eddie?”

Eddie nods, eagerly informing you all about the model he plays, knees trembling as you’re holding his hands. His eyes flitting between how beautiful you are this close, and what you’re writing into his skin, as you take the pen cap lid between your dark lipstick, and focus on his hand. He swears he’ll get it tattooed. Whatever it is, as soon as he’s home.

Eddie looks as you finally (unfortunately) let him go. It’s not only your autograph on his skin, but some random word. Fleeting panic bubbles up in Eddie for a second, was he supposed to understand some kind of reference? But you explained straight away, “It’s a password.” You had leant in to whisper, ducking your hand and your mouth under those pretty curls to press your cheek to his ear. Giving you two some privacy. “Give it to a backstage manager before the show. But don’t worry, I’ll still remember you again, like I did today.” When you finally leant back, you winked at Eddie. A few fans behind you screaming into his ears at the display. But almost like only you and Eddie existed, you stroked those gorgeous curls you couldn’t believe you’d only seen today, knowing you wouldn’t forget them now you had been so blessed.

Eddie can barely nod, his hands gently holding onto yours as it starts to softly slip out his grip. His eyes as wide as his lips were thick, mouth on the floor as Eddie watched you slink away. Not taking your affectionate eyes off of his until the final second, where you put your shades back on, and turned around to sign one more picture. Before ultimately waving to everyone, and heading inside. Disappearing from public view, behind heavy doors, and butch security.

Eddie’s puppy eyes could finally leave you, head slowly creaking down to his hand that was just trembling. Especially as he looked and saw the black ink still there. That just really happened... Now Eddie wasn’t running to get to his front row place through the auditorium’s doors. He was running to any stage door, any, so he could obey you. To see why you gave him this password and why you wanted to see him! And so, just like you wanted, he could go follow his star...

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eddieismissing · 2 years

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

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

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

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

word count: 5.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘h-hello?’ you stuttered.

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

‘hey…’ the voice was familiar this time.

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

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

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

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

another pause. this one was much more awkward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘steve? hello?’ *silence*

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

•ʚ♡ɞ•

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

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

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

‘S.O.S.’

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

‘eddie’ he spoke with determination.

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

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

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

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

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

•ʚ♡ɞ•

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

‘ah, shit.’ he giggled.

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

•ʚ♡ɞ•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•ʚ♡ɞ•

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

‘that’s strange.’ he mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘S.O.S.’

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

•ʚ♡ɞ•

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

‘e..eddie?’

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

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

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

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

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

‘what the fuck, dude!’

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

‘catch!’ the yell filled the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘shut up man.’ he teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘not. fucking. cool.’ he growled.

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

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

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

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

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

‘get out fuck of here, tommy.’

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

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

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

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

fin.

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