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deathbecomesthem · 4 months

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Trailer Park Blues (one shot)

MINORS DNI, STRICTLY 18+

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | wc: 3.7K

*This is a reupload from an old blog. It's one of my most favorite stories.

Summary: You've lived in the trailer park as long as Eddie has, and you've been frenemies the entire time. Today, though, the heat of the summer drives you into the cool arms of the air conditioned trailer next door. (I am horny for summer as well as Eddie Munson)

Warnings: Smut with feelings. Teasing, before the smut, nothing overly mean. Depictions of poverty. There are no body descriptions of the reader, BUT she is wearing a string bikini, her body "jiggles" when she walks, she has breasts (no size mentioned), and she starts the story sunbathing.

A/N: I feel the need to thank @blueywrites and @pinkrelish for the initial encouragement to write this story after only reading the first 200 words when I literally had no plot in mind. There are many other friends that also encouraged and tossed ideas at me while I was figuring out if I even had something. Thanks, I hope it doesn't suck!

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Hot days like this push you out of the stagnant air of the trailer. Stuffy smoke-filled rooms and the occasional fly buzzing around the trashcan in the kitchen. Some of the neighbors have little ac units sticking out of their windows, promising a reprieve from the unmoving Indiana summer heat – but not your hovel. No, that was an expense you couldn’t afford, and your mother wouldn’t.

The string bikini was your idea of rebellion, despite being too old to rebel against a woman that was never home and wouldn’t care if her adult daughter walked around the park in the nude as long as she brought home her rent money. The upside was less fabric to stick to your sweaty skin, the downside was that every exposed part of you sticks to the reclining beach chair you use for sun tanning.

The baby oil you have slathered all over your body has blocked every other summer scent your nose might seek out while you let the sun beat down on you. You already know you won’t last long and begin to think about heading down to the Hawkins Public Pool for a dip, as long as you can scrape together the couple of bucks for entry. A movie was always a possibility, but that would cost you even more of what you don’t have. You’re ready to start digging a whole in the ground to settle into, any relief.

Just as you push your sunglasses to the top of your head, trying to mentally work out your path back into the hell that is your home, you feel a presence behind you. You know who it is, your bikini is his siren call. You also know that he might have a little scratch today, since last weekend was full of grad parties that needed some herbal refreshments provided by Hawkins best boy.

“Whad’ya want, Edward?” It doesn’t even require a turn of your head to know his presence, it’s second nature to recognize him. Every day of your life in the park since the age of 9 has included him, for better or worse. Never a real friend, and never a true enemy, just Ed.

“Booboo, you’re going to give everyone the wrong idea in that thing,” playful and light but tinged with venom, his words are what finally draw your attention. The shorts he’s wearing are an old pair of jeans cut just above the knees, and the shirt an old tee that he hacked the sleeves off of. You two are a match made in white trash heaven.

“Wouldn’t want that, huh?” You flick your sunglasses back down against the bridge of your nose to obscure your wandering eyes, but Eddie makes no attempt to hide his own. “You didn’t answer my question, Edward, what can I help you with?” Your impatient hand twirls in a come-on motion while your hot eyes rake across his exposed biceps traveling down to his boney wrists and big hands.

“I’m bored and I saw my old friend Booboo outside, obviously desperately seeking the attention of someone in the tiniest bikini known to man.” Eddie reaches a hand out to play with the string at the base of your neck where the halter ties before pinching the edge of your sunglasses and tugging them off your face.

“Wow, you’re really hung up on that. You’re lucky I’m wearing anything, it’s so fucking hot today.” No words about it exchanged, but you start to reach back for your glasses while Eddie’s long arm reaches above his head to hold them out of your arm’s length. It’s a natural thing, what you do next. Something you’ve done so many other times you don’t really think about how much older you both are now. How inappropriate it might be. He has something of yours and you want it back. Your quick hand reaches easily into the loose arm hole and find its prize on instinct. Pinch hard and twist.

A swat, a yelp, a leg kicking yours out, and you find yourself wrapped up in Eddie’s much stronger arms. A sudden thought, the fact that you’re wearing nothing more than strings with small patches of fabric covering your most sensitive places, flashes in your mind. It makes your knees want to buckle. A small stumble met with a firmer grip from the boy standing behind you.

“Woah there, you alright?” A strong hand moves to steady your elbow and you sink back into your chair for a moment, and he’s crouching down to take a look at your face. His concern makes you heat up even more, because the face so close to your own is not that of the boy that used to tease you and chase you around. No, this is the face of a young man, and you’ve noticed those changes so much in recent years. Those big brown eyes have remained the same, open and full of shared memories.

It's your chance, so you take it, grabbing the frames from his hand while he’s still searching your face for any sign of distress. You put them on your face again, letting them shield any secrets you might not want him to see.

“Listen, Edward,” you give him a light shove to his shoulder making him wobble a little, “It’s hot, and I’m fine. Unless you have some sort of brilliant plan to turn the heat down, I’m gonna go take my third ice cold shower for the day.”

“Uh,” he’s turning a skeptical eye at the trailer behind you, the one you share with your mother, while you stand again using him as leverage. He stays where he is, his face level with the front of your bikini bottoms. You can see a thought, not unlike the ones you try to hide from him, scuttle across his face, “you guys still don’t even have one unit in that trash compactor you call a trailer?”

A jab and a miss, you know how everyone looks at your place. Even for the park, it’s low living. It’s been a rough go for your mom, and you both make do together. “Sorry, Edward, some of us don’t live in the lap of luxury.”

His laugh, a bark of joy, rings out. He looks like the boy right now, the boisterous laugh turned giggle fit at the absurdity of considering the Munson trailer the “lap of luxury.” He’s on his feet in a flash, suddenly close again, face still beaming.

“How about you spend some time with me in the Munson mansion, eh? Have a little smoke, you can read or watch a movie,” Eddie subconsciously licks at his lips, giving away the thoughts behind the words, “whatever you want, Booboo. I’m not doing shit anyway.”

Whatever you want is what he says. None of it passes your notice, the looks, the lips, the subtle leaning into your space, the hand at your shoulder absentmindedly rubbing your baby oil slicked skin. He probably doesn’t realize he’s doing it, the summer sun boiling his brain right along with yours.

“Yeah, ok.” The gaze between you lingers for another moment until a mosquito lands on his cheek. He doesn’t notice, but you smash it with a slap and laugh at his reaction. You show him the residual bug guts on your palm as explanation, “sorry, didn’t want it to bite you and mess up that pretty face.”

A spin of your heels and a job back to the porch of your own trailer gives Eddie the perfect view of your ass. You make sure to exaggerate the movements of your hips, letting his imagination run off to thoughts of his face between your soft thighs. The way your sweaty skin would taste against his tongue. By the time you’re jogging back towards him with the other half of your jiggling body on display, he’s sporting a semi and wishing the shorts he chose gave him a little more wiggle room.

“Edddddddiiiieee,” you’re pulling an oversized t shirt by the time you reach his side, and you find him a little dazed, “let’s go inside. We can order a pizza later, as long as you don’t kick me out by then.” Your elbow is hooked in his, an old habit from the days of tromping around the woods together when you were kids, as you lead him up the stairs to the sweet relief of the dark and cool Munson trailer.

“Oh, Booboo, you can stay as long as you want.” His admission is a light exhale of breath as he watches your hips sway up the steps in front of him. And you think, you’ll stay for pizza, you’ll stay for a toke, and you’ll stay for whatever else might be on the table.

You had greatly underestimated the effect the cool air would have on your sweat slicked skin. Your mostly bare ass is sat on the carpet of Eddie’s room where a small window air conditioner is clanking out polar air into the room. A sweet and acrid smell hangs in the air, no doubt a leak from the unit, along with stale smoke and dust. Crumbs cling to your skin as you shift your position, and your nipples are pebbled standing out against the layer of swimsuit and cotton.

“Goddamnit, Ed, have you ever heard of a vacuum cleaner?” You brush off what appears to be Cheeto crumbs from the backs of your thighs when a head appears next to your own hanging off the side of the bed. His hair tickles your shoulder where your shirt hangs off, and he’s close. He always gets so close when he talks to you. You can see every individual hair across the pale skin of his cheeks, every freckle scattered across the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, the maid’s on vacation. Uh –“ he scans your body awkwardly from his current position and clears his throat, “You feeling a little cold, Booboo?” Poniente, the question hangs for a moment until he nods his head to your chest where your body has betrayed you, and you feel your nipples peak even harder at the implication.

You give his head a weak shove as an effort to break the tension he created. He grabs his cheek in mock agony, and you stand letting your shirt drift over his face giving him a prime view for the briefest moment. You think you hear something akin to a snarl from Eddie before you crawl onto the mattress next to him. You grab the crochet blanket that rests off the far edge of the bed and wrap it around yourself.

“Much better now, thank you.” Your painted toes wiggle under the skin of his calves in an attempt to steal their warmth and you find that there’s a chill to his skin too. “You can turn that thing down, can’t you? You’re freezing, Edward.”

“Oh, we’re back to Edward again, hmmm.” He crawls his way up next to you, throwing back his comforter and covering himself. He holds it open in invitation to you, patting the spot next to him. “It only works on high, we can get warm under here if you want.” That tension is back, you both know what comes next, and your heart is thudding in your chest along with a deep and hard pulse in your cunt.

But this is Eddie, your Eddie Spaghetti, and he can’t take the tension either. A quick wiggle of the eyebrows at his obvious attempt to get you close to him, and you giggle and work your way under the big blanket. A reward he deserves for being his goofy self.

“Is this ok?” a quick and quiet whisper against the top of your head while a hand snakes around your center. You nod, not trusting your words at the moment. It’s so natural, the way you shift yourself into him. The way you tuck your nose into his chest and breath in the smell of him – sweat, smoke, old spice – distinctly Eddie. The rough pads of his fingers move along the exposed skin at the top of your hip and you’re feeling bolder, now that you know – this is real and so is he.

“I can’t believe I’m in your bed, Edward. How long have you been planning this, hmm?” Your own hand snuck its way through the wide arm hole of his shirt, and it’s playing with the guitar pick that always hangs at his chest. You let the back of your knuckles brush against his soft skin eliciting a little gasp from him.

“I wish I could say I planned this,” both of his hands find your hips to shift you, make you face him, “I never thought this was a possibility, Booboo.” Every inch, the turn of his face, hot breath on your lips – his eyes stay on yours watching to make sure it’s real for you. You want this too. He sees no hesitation, no concern, no confusion; only your honest to god lustful eyes and pretty lips hanging open in anticipation.

The kiss starts small, lips moving cautiously. Feeling each other with the tender skin, testing the waters until, until, until in unison your tongues enter the silent conversation and permission to move freely is granted. Eagerness quickly overtakes caution, your leg thrown over his sharp hip to pull him into you and press himself against you and your aching need.

Years of sexual tension and childhood crushing explode between your bodies. It’s not soft, the way his teeth bite at your lip, the way your hands scratch at his chest. It’s hungry and needy. You run your fingers through his soft curls and give a tug increasing in strength at the soft whimpering moan he lets go of at the action.

“Off.” Firm words from Eddie and a firm grip at the edge of your shirt, his eyes are black, lips red and kiss bitten. You sit up, and he plays with the folds of your soft stomach while you lift and toss the shirt, adding to a pile of clothes already in the corner of his room. He’s pulling you in again, fingers running against the small string that is the only remaining barrier between Eddie and your bare chest. “This is real cute, ya know? Real fucking cute.” He finds the knot at the back of your neck and expertly unties it with his nimble fingers, freeing you.

An immediate slow down happens as dark eyes wash over your form and fingers softly stroke up and down your torso, barely ghosting touches across your hard peaks. You feel your back lift from the mattress, chasing his touch, but he keeps moving lightly across your skin savoring the moment unbothered by your obvious need.

“Eddie,” the desperation in your voice would be embarrassing if not for the fact that the bottom of your bikini is so drenched with your arousal it’s sticking to your lips. It’s uncomfortable, and his barely there touching has is deepening the ache inside. His eyebrows are knitted together at the sound of your voice. He’s lost in you already, just the sight of you laid out before him in his bed, something he’s wanted since the first morning he woke up surrounded by wet drenched sheets – a memory of a dream that featured you in a yellow sundress you wore so often a few summers ago.

“You really want this with me?” His touch is gaining surety while he waits for your answer, gripping at the soft mound of a breast while you rock your hips against nothing. “How do you want me, my sweet Booboo?” The sound of your nickname on his lips, a name he’s used to playfully ridicule you with for ages, is almost enough to hurtle you over the edge.

“I just want you, Eddie. Anyway, everyway.” Your words are a gasp, his warm and soft mouth take a nipple in your mouth, juxtaposed against the chill that still settles over the other from the overly cold air of the room. His lips suckle and nip at you, and again you find your body is pushing its way closer to Eddie. It’s not possible to play a game, no amount of willpower can hide how much you’ve wanted this. How long you’ve dreamt about him taking what he wants from you. A flitter of a thought, this is a dream, floats in front of you and quickly vanishes as the slight pain of teeth dragging across your sensitive skin bring you right back to the present and obvious reality.

It won’t do, this won’t do. Your hands tug at his shirt and shorts simultaneously. It all needs to go, and you can’t choose what goes first. Your brain is swimming in a lusty haze, but Eddie is still steady in thought.

“Hey,” his hand has a firm grip on your chin, calling you back to him, “you gonna stay with me? Where are you?” His eyes dart back and forth between yours until you’re back and focused on him. “I need you here with me, ok?”

You nod, breathe deep, and with more calm pull at his shirt. It’s gone in a flash, landing on top of yours in the corner. Your hand finds the waist of his shorts, and fiddle with the top button. You keep your eyes on his, staying with him. His mouth opens as the button *pops* and you unhook the teeth of his zipper.

“I’m here, Eddie. I’m right here, and I want you. Did you know that?” It’s his turn to look hazy and unsteady. Your words and your hands working his shorts and boxers off in one movement, leave him speechless. He’s putty in your hands, elbow drops and now he’s laid flat on the mattress while you work your way down his body.

You’re careful with the nipple you badly abused earlier, kissing around the still reddened and slightly purpling skin. Whispered apologies against his body, not just for the pain, but for waiting so long to let this happen. You lick your wet tongue across the black ink scratched across his torse moving closer to your goal.

His beautiful cock stands firm against his abdomen, already leaking in anticipation of your touch, matching your own need. Your bodies slick and ready for each other, begging, please let us do what we’ve been wanting for so long. Your intention is to meet his need with your own as you throw a leg over him, finally letting him feel how much your body wants this.

“Oh my god,” his fingers move to find out for themselves, not trusting the skin of his thigh to tell him, moving the fabric of your swimsuit to the side, and dipping between your lips to feel. “Oh you’re so wet.” His cock twitches in answer to your own drenching arousal. He doesn’t make a move, he waits for you.

Your fingers reach for one of the knots at your hip, free yourself completely from the ruined suit, but his hand stops you. It’s your Eddie in front of you, and he’s shaking his head eyes wide a grin spread across lips that mouth, “keep it on”.

You’re giggling again and kissing him against your laughter. Until he undoes it again with a rock up of his hips, the length of his cock rubbing against your slit and your laugh ends in an obscene groan.

You sit up, eyes narrowed down at the smirking boy as he rocks up again into you. You reach your hand behind you, gripping him and watch his mouth open in a gasp. You don’t need anything more, you’re soaked already. You push the suit aside, and run him against your slit once, twice, three times before you twist your hips up and slowly sink down onto him.

“Oh my god,” an exclamation in unison as your bodies connect. You let yourself take him in completely, fluttering at the full feeling. You can feel him pulsing inside of you, the slightest curve of his tip touching that hard-to-reach spot hiding deep inside of you.

It’s sloppy and unpracticed, but you’re both so drunk on one another it doesn’t matter. The sounds of skin on skin, whines, and moans while you rock into each other. The coarse hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your aching nub send you hurtling towards a powerful orgasm.

“Eddie, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you’re uttering on an inhale, and Eddie is practically crying at the sound of your voice. He’s pulling you down chest to chest, mouth at ear.

“Cum with me, baby, cum with me,” he’s panting against your skin, arms holding you tight against him and a flash of white spreads across your vision. Every part of your body is screaming out for him, and you only vaguely hear the literal scream coming from your mouth as your body tenses and you pulse around him. Every flutter of you around his cock brings his own release pumping deep inside of you, warm and sticky.

You stay with his arms wrapped around you and your pussy wrapped around his cock as you both ride out aftershocks and you slowly come back down to earth, to Hawkins, to this bed in this too cold trailer on the hottest day of the summer of 1986.

You eventually lift your hips enough to release him, letting his softened length rest against his thigh, but you stay in his embrace. He pulls the comforter, lost at some point while your connected bodies sought out pleasure, over your shoulders. His mouth is still close to your ear, and he’s humming in satisfaction. Neither of you care about the sticky and cooling mess between your bodies.

When you rouse, you find Eddie sitting in a folding chair, fingers moving against the strings of his acoustic guitar in silent and careful movements. You don’t move, watching the tendons of his fingers move, his lips singing a barely whispered tune. You think that maybe the summer’s not so bad, maybe the trailer park is actually the only place you’ve ever wanted to be. No where else has this perfect view.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff

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ali-r3n · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Henderson’s Sister!Reader

Operation: Henderson

Eddie Munson thinks he’s in love after Dustin’s older sister makes a scene in the cafeteria

Fluff

Part Two Series Masterlist

Jason Carver may be the most popular guy in Hawkins’ High, but that didn’t stop him from being a huge dick.

Y/N Henderson thought that he had gone unchecked for too long and needed to be knocked down a peg...or five. She grabbed a carton of milk and walked up to the table that held Jason and his popular friends.

He looked at her like she grew two heads. “What do you want, Henderson?” he asked.

She gave him a friendly smile as she threw the milk in his face. The chatter of the cafeteria died down and all eyes were on them when he exclaimed.

“WHAT THE HELL!”

Y/N shrugged. “It’s an improvement.”

She crumpled up the carton and tossed it into the trashcan.

“That’s how you make a free throw, Carver,” she said as she turned on the heels of her sneakers and walked back to her wide eyed friends.

“I LOVE YOU Y/N HENDERSON!” one of her classmates yelled,

“I know,” she replied.

The eyes of the Dungeon Master followed Y/N Henderson as she passed by the Hellfire Club’s table.

Eddie stood from his seat and walked over until he stood behind Dustin. He placed his hands on the Freshmen’s shoulders and leaned in.

“May I speak with you, Henderson?” he asked before he pulled Dustin up by his shirt and dragged him somewhere private.

“Are we friends, Dustin?”

“Y-Yes? No...I don’t know what the right answer is in this situation.”

Eddie wrapped an arm around Dustin’s shoulders and placed a ringed hand on his own chest. “Because I thought that we were friends, so imagine my surprise when I find out that my friend has kept a secret from me.”

“W-What secret?”

“That you have a sister that is a secret badass.”

“Y/N?”

“Y/N,” Eddie said, wistfully. “Now, I’ll forgive you for keeping this secret from me, if you put in a good word to your sister on my behalf.” He grinned. “Okay? Okay. Good talk.”

He gave Dustin’s shoulder a pat before he walked away. Stunned, Dustin stood in the middle of the room.

“What just happened?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x henderson sister!reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n

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hellfirexhoe · 2 years

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Camping | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Prompt from the lovely @wallpapertown ( i did run with it a little but i hope you still enjoy! )

summary: the group goes camping together, but forgetful minds mean close quarters for Eddie and the reader.

warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, smutty smutty smut, buddies sharing a tent, skimpy clothes, slightly pervy!eddie, groping, fingering, p in v unprotected (who brings condoms to a friendly camping trip), once again jonathan does not exist in my writing, your friends definitely know whats going on in the tent. one use of y/n, pegging joke, pet names.

word count 3.1k words

You’d known about the plans for a camping trip for a few weeks, but in classic you fashion, you’d left all your preparation until the last minute, frantically throwing clothing and snacks into your truck. Certain you were packed, you lifted your cooler from your kitchen with ease,

“Shit shit shit, I need ice!” You ran to the freezer and saw the ice trays empty, meaning you’d have to grab ice from a nearby store. You were so focused on grabbing the ice that you failed to notice your tent was still on the kitchen table as you left the house.

In fact, your forgetfulness didn’t dawn on you until about 2 hours later, when you found the spot Robin had suggested. Steve is the first to notice you pulling up and points out the lack of tent in your truck bed,

“I was so focused on grabbing ice for the cooler that I totally forgot my tent.”

“Jesus, we’re not doing well today.”

“What do you mean?”

“Robin forgot her tent too, she was so fixated on marshmallows for s’mores that she blanked on it. Her and Nancy are sharing. Casa’s Harrington and Munson are looking perfect though.” Steve gestures to the only tents that are standing, Nancy trying to help Robin set up her tent. “Uh, I guess I can sleep with Eddie and you can have my tent to yourself?”

Eddie appears behind you, “What’s that about sleeping with me? I’m flattered Steve but I thought this was a friendly camping trip.”

“No idiot, y/n forgot her tent, so I said I’ll share with you and she can have my tent.”

“Or she can stay in my tent? She stays over at mine plenty?” Steve shrugs and turns back to you,

“Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

You link your arm through Eddie’s, “I think I’ll stick with my sleepover buddy and let you enjoy your tent to yourself.” As you speak you’re interrupted by the sound of canvas ripping and you turn to Robin and Nancy, Robin has forced a tent pole into a part that did not require a pole and has destroyed Nancy’s tent. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose,

“Alright, Robin and Nancy can have my tent. I’ll sleep on the chairs outside.”

Eddie pats him on the back, “You’re a good dude. Alright, come on, you lets get you set up in the freak shack.” Eddie grabs your bag from your truck and leads you over to his tent. You set up your sleeping bag next to his, grateful that he’s got a large enough foam mattress set up so you wont destroy your back on the hard floor.

“Thanks Eds, I hope I’m not ruining any plans you have?”

“Plans? I plan to get high, eat so many s’mores I nearly vomit and then fall asleep to the sounds of nature; mosquitos flying around, sucking Steve dry for sure, bears fuckin’ beside the tent and a babbling brook. Sounds magical.” You both burst out laughing as you step out of the tent,

“Sorry, what was that about sucking me dry?” Steve glances up at you both from where he’s trying to set up a camp fire, this only serves to make you and Eddie laugh more,

“Relax Harrington, I meant the mosquitoes. Our sexual chemistry isn’t coming to a head just yet. I’m more of a slow burn man myself.” It’s already starting to get dark but finally, sparks fly and the campfire is lit, Robin comes running over, hands full of treats, gleefully grinning as her and Nancy start setting up s’mores and passing them around.

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A couple of hours pass and you’ve all got a nice contact high from Eddie and are now getting sleepy. Robin and Nancy go to bed first, with you and Eddie sloping off to his tent shortly after,

“Alright Steve, I don’t want to feel you climbing into my sleeping bag with me at 3am.” Eddie nudges Steve who is pulling blankets over himself and nods at him,

“I can’t promise anything, not if I hear ‘bears fuckin’ beside the tents’.” Eddie pulls his shirt off once you’re both in the tent and starts undoing his jeans, you look away, his habit of undressing in front of you never really seemed to bother you until you had realized, with a certain degree of horror, that you had caught feelings for one of your best friends. Now, you had to look away, afraid he’d catch you ogling and be creeped out.

“Alright, I’m decent now, you prude.” Eddie is in his sleeping bag, leaning on one elbow and watching you intently. “You gonna get ready for bed or what?”

“Turn around pervert. No free shows.” Eddie rolls over, back turned to you as you unzip your bag you silently curse yourself. You’d thrown in clothes not really paying much attention, and since you’d thought you’d be alone you had just grabbed the first pyjama set you found.

Unfortunately this meant you were now faced with the prospect of sleeping in either the jeans and t shirt you’d been in all day, and would definitely guarantee a shitty night’s sleep. Or you could wear the black lacy, almost see through shorts and matching tank top you had grabbed in your haste. You weigh up your options and look over your shoulder, confirming Eddie is still facing away from you.

As long as I stay in my sleeping bag, zipped up tight, he won’t know what I’m wearing. You reason with yourself as you quickly undress and put the skimpy pyjamas on. You wriggle into your sleeping bag and zip yourself in,

Eddie rolls back around unprompted,

“Well hello there, come here often?” You snort,

“Can’t say I do, what I wanna know is how we’ve been friends for so long and I never pegged you for someone who liked camping, or even owned a tent.”

“Well first of all darling, you’ve never pegged me, not even once. And second of all, Wayne and I used to go when I was younger, when my dad went to prison for the first time. Said it’d be good to get me out of the trailer. I forgot how nice it actually is to just be outside, listening to the world, breathing in that camp fire smell.”

Your cheeks feel hot from Eddie’s nickname, and you feel guilty at all the sordid thoughts running through your mind while your friend is opening up to you. Fortunately, Eddie is saved from hearing you make a bad joke by a strange, animal noise from outside. You hear a chair fall and assume Steve has hopped up so quickly he’s knocked his chair over.

“Uhhhh Rob, Nance? Do you guys think I could squeeze in? Pretty sure I just heard a bear.” You hear grumbling and a zipper being undone as Steve joins their tent.

“Shit do you really think he heard a bear, Eddie?” You shuffle closer to him, in an almost wormlike fashion since you’re sealed in your sleeping bag. Eddie chokes back a laugh and wraps an arm around you,

“Well, I’d keep you safe if there was, but between you and me... that was a deer, not a bear.” You snuggle into Eddie’s arm, enjoying the bonus warmth radiating off of him.

“You cold?”

“A little.”

“Well, get in my sleeping bag then, I’ll keep you warm. No funny business though, I’m a honest man.”

“No, its fine, this is fine.” You tap Eddie’s arm that’s around you,

Eddie huffs as he presses a hand to your face, “Nope, you’re freezing, you’re getting your ass in this sleeping bag with me even if I have to unzip you and pull you in myself.”

“Okay, okay. Just... look away for a second?” Eddie places a hand over his eyes and shifts back so there’s room for you in his sleeping bag. You climb in, trying not to let the fabric of your pyjamas touch his skin, you fail miserably at this due to the fact that a single man sleeping bag is not designed for two people.

“Jesus christ, what are you wearing right now?”

“Just some pyjamas...”

“Bull. ‘just some pyjamas’“ Eddie mimics your voice as he turns up the brightness on the lantern and whistles when he is able to see your clothes. “Did you think this camping trip was code for orgy or something?”

“No, I just wasn’t paying attention when I was packing.”

“How come you never wear stuff like this when you sleep over at mine?”

“Well first off, imagine poor Wayne if he bumped into me wearing this while I was just trying to go to the bathroom. And second, its not really appropriate clothing to wear when you’re sleeping in your best friend’s bed.” Eddie wanted to disagree, while he loved you in his over sized shirts and your long pyjama bottoms he couldn’t help but want you in this when you next stayed over. Absentmindedly he starts tracing the patterns in the lace around your hip,

“What are you doing?”

“ ‘s pretty. Do you want me to stop?”

You bite your lip and shake your head, leaning back onto him, feeling his warm chest touch your cold back.

“You’re freezing, silly girl.” Eddie chastises you gently, wrapping his arms around you, you try to wriggle away a little when you feel your butt touch his crotch but he’s having none of it, “You’re not getting hypothermia on my watch. Just sit still and warm up.” You both stay like this for a while, Eddie pretending the whole situation isn’t making him hard as a rock and you pretending you can’t feel his erection pressing into your ass. Eddie shifts slightly to ease a small cramp in his leg and accidentally rubs his cock across your clothed ass, and a small moan escapes your lips. You quickly clamp your jaw shut and pray he didn’t hear you. Meanwhile Eddie, who definitely did hear you has a grin like a cheshire cat,

“You okay there?”

“Mhm.”

“Then what was that little moan I heard?” Eddie whispers into your ear, “You’re wearing this skimpy little outfit, pressed up against me, and now you’re moaning? Must be trying to start something, or drive me crazy.” Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire,

“Eddie, I...”

“Relax. I’m not blind you know. I do see the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you. I just wish you could see that I’m looking at you the same way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, dumbass,” Eddie pauses to kiss your cheek, “I like you too. And I’m here if you want to do something about it. Or we can pretend that everything’s fine and we’re just best friends. But at some point one of us will get hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you either, but then that leaves us with one option.”

You roll over to face him,

“You want this? I mean you want to be with me?”

“God help me I really do.” Eddie’s hands are stroking your face, his big brown eyes are soft as they look into your eyes, before his gaze drops to your lips and he leans in slowly, giving you time and room to back away, you close the distance quickly, pressing your lips to his, he gasps into the kiss and his hands travel down to your waist, pressing your body flush against his. Your hands grab Eddie’s and bringing them up to your chest, you place them on your breasts and he pulls away from the kiss,

“Okay you must really be trying to drive me crazy.” Eddie starts kissing and biting your neck as he plays with your breasts over your shirt. Keen to return the favor you start palming him through his underwear,

“Baby.” Eddie speaks between kisses, “How far do you want to go right now, bearing in mind our friends are literally meters away and tents are not known for their soundproofing?”

You pull away from him and scoot to the tent’s entrance, peeking out through a small hole you’ve unzipped, the tent next to yours is dark, they’ve turned their lantern off and you can’t hear any voices.

“I think they’re asleep Eds...” Eddie kneels beside you and peers out, listening intently. Without warning, you turn his head to yours and pull him in for a kiss before pushing him down to lay on his back, “So I think we can do whatever feels right.” You rock your hips on his bulge, unsubtly getting your point across. Eddie nods and his hands come to your shorts and a loud tearing sound follows,

“Eddie!” You gasp as he rips your clothes from you,

“What?” He asks nonchalantly, kissing your neck as your top suffers a similar fate, “Not my fault these are so fragile.” Eddie rolls you over so he’s on top of you and runs his hands over your body, almost possessively,

“Liking what you see?”

“Its better than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.”

“Dream about me often Eds?”

“Only every night.” He returns to kissing your neck, as his left hand tangles in your hair his right hand is tracing a path further down your body until his cupping your bare pussy, “Can I please play with you?” He’s almost pleading with his tone,

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Eddie smirks and slowly runs his finger over your clit, hissing as he feels how soaking you are, tracing an almost painfully slow pattern until his fingers are just ghosting over your entrance, “I bet you feel incredible inside.” Eddie whispers in your ear, continuing to tease you with his fingers, waiting for you to ask him nicely.

“Why don’t you find out?” Eddie laughs,

“Nope. You’ve got to be a polite little lady about it and ask me.”

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“Eddie please please please touch me.”

“I am touching you?” He pretends to be confused for a moment before he slips his middle finger into you, making you gasp, “Only because you look so pretty when you beg.” He kisses you again, muffling the moans coming from your mouth. He feels you tightening up and adds another finger, stretching your pussy out more, and making you whine as he starts curling his fingers inside you, rubbing your g-spot mercilessly while his thumb traces circles around your clit.

“Eddie, fuck, Eddie you’re going to make me cum.”

“Good. I want to watch your face while you cum all over your best friend’s fingers.” He says with a wicked grin, his fingers working relentlessly until the knot that’s formed in your stomach is untied and Eddie’s having to clamp his hand down on your mouth to muffle the filthy sounds coming out of it as your orgasm wracks through your body, your pussy clenching around on his fingers, your thighs and butt twitching of their own accord.

Once you’ve calmed down Eddie takes his hand off of your mouth and slowly removes his fingers from you, admiring the strings of your arousal on them, before slowly and deliberately sucking each of his fingers clean.

“Well I was right about two things.” There’s a smug edge to his voice,

“And what would those be?” Your voice is still shaky,

“One, that you would feel fucking incredible inside. And two, that you would make the filthiest sounds when you cum. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about both things.” Eddie admits, shamelessly. “There’s only one more thing I’m still pondering.”

“And what would that be.”

“How fucking incredible you would feel around my cock. Am I allowed to find out tonight?”

You nod, eager for more, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“You sure? We don’t have to. I don’t have any condoms with me so it would be, raw you know.”

“No condoms?”

“No, I was under the impression this was a friends-only camping trip and didn’t want to seem like I was hoping for a group sex in the woods kind of weekend. So, we do not have to have sex tonight if you want us to use protection.”

“There’s a pharmacy somewhere around here right?”

Eddie shrugs, “Must be, why?”

“Because I’m going to need the morning-after pill tomorrow.” Eddie catches your drift immediately and starts easing his underwear down, he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance,

“If you need me to stop or change your mind please just say okay? I wont be mad, I promise.”

“Eddie, please just fuck me already.” Eddie chuckles and slowly slips himself into you, biting his bottom lip to hold back a loud groan as he feels your silken walls stretching around him. You have to hold back a similar noise, though you choose to bite down on his shoulder to hold your own noise back. Once he’s got you full to the brim with his cock he looks down at you,

“Ready?” You nod and Eddie starts pulling back slightly before slamming back into you, keeping the rhythm slow and deep, you’re panting and trying to hold back so many erotic sounds,

“Baby, you’re taking this so well, and you’re doing so good at being nice and quiet for me.” Eddie kisses you, letting you moan into his mouth as he continues his pace, the depth of his thrusts making your back arch off the mattress. Eddie has to break the kiss to catch his breath so quickly covers your mouth while your eyes roll back slightly.

“Good fucking girl,” Eddie praises you non-stop while he’s fucking you, his words coming out in quick whispers as he holds back his own moans while you’re tightening around him,

“Eddie ‘m getting close,” You pant, “You need to do something so I’m not loud.” Eddie has picked up his pace now, slipping in and out faster and harder than before, relishing as you struggle to stay quiet. He’s getting close too, he’s barely hanging on but desperate to feel you finish around him. Your pussy is getting so tight he almost has to stop fucking you and your breathing is getting erratic as the warm glow that started in your lower stomach is spreading, pleasure completely wiping your brain of any logical thought, or any consideration to the current situation, so that when you do finish around Eddie, its with a loud scream of his name, which makes Eddie finish inside you with a similar cry of your name.

Eddie crashes down beside you, completely spent, sweat running down his body,

“Well we tried to be quiet? That’s got to earn us some points right?” He’s still breathless as he speaks.

“No, they’re going to be hell when we have breakfast tomorrow Eddie.”

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Teenage Dirtbag - Eddie Munson

A/N: well, this keeps on working so far 😂😂😂 here's Eddie's story! and then is full Marauders, James, then Remus, and then Sirius! I hope you guys like it!

Request - lunamadhatter99 asked: I do have a request, my friend! I'm so happy requests are open😍 Anyway: Henderson!Reader x either Steve or Eddie (whoever works better for you), where the reader is very quiet, not necessarily shy, but still. She's targeted by the jocks too because she's the "loser" sister, you know, and maybe one day, one of their pranks went too far and she's very upset about it (maybe is the process a special possession of hers). Every time she gets bullied, Steve/Eddie helps her comfort her, especially because she doesn't want to tell his little brother, who thinks she is friends with them... does it make sense? I don't know, I'm sorry 😂👋

Warnings: mentions of sex; Billy being an asshole (also, this is kinda between s3 and 4 and Billy didn't die so Jason and Andy are his dumb friends I hope this makes sense) reader is kind of mean to Dustin (not really, she's just grumpy and a loner instead of shy, kind of like Kat in 10TIHAY)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D

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Teenage Dirtbag

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh

“DUSTIN! Hurry up! Steve is gonna be here any second! We’re gonna be late!” you smashed your hand against the bathroom door, yelling for your brother to get ready. You had been feeling anxious all day. Something inside you told you that today might not be a good day and, as much as you tried not to, you took it out on Dustin.

“I’m coming! Geez, calm down!”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen to finish your coffee and wash the dishes but you tripped over a bag full of garbage.

“Ugh! Dustin!” you yelled as he walked over to you.

“What? What did I do now?”

“The trash is your chore” you complained, grabbing the bag and handing it to him. “When I say take out the trash, I mean outside of the house. To the trashcan!”

“Maybe you can show me for next time” he laughed.

“Maybe I can give your Nintendo to goodwill” you smirked back, erasing the smirk off his face.

“Fine, sorry” he said, grabbing the bag and going outside.

“Let’s go!” you said as soon as you heard Steve’s car parking on your driveway.

“Wait, where’s lunch?”

“Oh, shit!” you said, grabbing some of the money you left near the door in case Dustin needed to order food. “Here” you said, grabbing $10 for yourself and giving Dustin $5.

“Why do you get $10 and I get $5?” Dustin complained.

“Take out the freaking trash!” you replied, mocking his exact same tone.

“Good morning, Hendersons!” Steve smiled as you got in the front and Dustin got in the back.

“Thanks for the ride, Steve” you said. “Robin still out of town?” you asked, confused to not see her there already.

“Yeah, she’s coming back next week-”

“Why are we even going this early? School doesn’t start for another hour!” Dustin asked on the ride to school. “And why do you always ride shotgun?”

“Because I’m Steve’s favorite Henderson” you smirked. “And Steve has an early shift, so I wasn’t going to make him wait for us” you explained. “Plus, I have to get together with Nancy for something about the school paper” you informed him.

“Well, I could have taken my bike-”

“Just say thank you, Dustin!”

“Thank you” he said, rolling his eyes a little.

“Hey, aren’t those your old friends?” Dustin asked as Steve drove into the parking lot. You looked to where he was pointing to see the basketball players hanging outside the school with some of the cheerleaders.

“No” both you and Steve replied at the same time.

“Are you sure?” Dustin asked, confused. He recognized some of them, although he had noticed you never talked to them anymore.

“I’m sure” you said, rolling your eyes. “Just… stay away from them, okay?”

“Okay” he said, unconvinced. “Um, are we having movie night?” he asked Steve.

“Yeah, my house” he nodded.

“Cool. I think we’re going to Mike’s after school, so I’ll see you there” he told them.

“Okay” you nodded. Dustin started opening his door but you stopped him. “Dusty” you said, making him look confused at you. You rarely called him that anymore. “Nothing… I’ll see you at Steve’s” you told him and he nodded before he got out.

You saw him make his way over to Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and El and you heard him complain about you and all of them saying how you used to be fun and happy all the time. You let out a sigh of frustration, throwing your head back on the chair.

“You know, you could just… tell him” Steve shrugged.

“I’m good” you told him.

“Dustin’s just worried about you” he insisted. “And to be honest, so am I-”

“Harrington, I know my brother’s your best friend now-”

“That’s not true” he glared at you.

“But you were my friend first and you promised we wouldn’t discuss this with Dustin” you told him.

“I’m just… a little confused, okay? Why did you all of the sudden stop hanging out with them like, what, a year ago?”

“You did too!” you argued.

“Well, yeah, because they’re assholes-”

“Exactly” you told him.

“But, now you’re here alone, because I graduated, I just don’t want you to be alone-”

“I’m fine on my own” you shrugged. “Plus… Eddie’s my friend-”

“Oh, right… Munson. That’s another thing. I know something happened last Halloween, okay? You mysteriously stop hanging out with all of our friends, you started wearing darker clothes, darker makeup and you start hanging around with Eddie, the freak, Munson-”

“I told you to stop calling him that” you glared at him.

“Which you also hide from Dustin-”

“Well, I just don’t want him to think that the only reason he and his friends are in Hellfire is because I asked Eddie to look after them-”

“But you did-”

“Steve, it is too early in the morning to have this discussion” you said, rubbing your temple.

“Fine… I’ll drop it” he said. “For now” he added, making you glare at him a little. “You working today?”

“No, it’s my day off” you informed him.

“Cool, want me to pick you up after work?”

“You sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“Nah, you’re my favorite Henderson after all” he smirked.

“I knew it!” you said, kissing his cheek before you opened the door. “See you later, Stevie” you said.

“Have a good day, kid” he waved at you.

He noticed you walking close to the group of jocks and they yelled something at you but you simply flipped them off and kept walking. Steve felt a bit uneasy about it but decided he would ask you about it when he picked you up. Sooner or later, you had to talk to him.

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“Hey, princess” you felt a small smile, trying to contain the butterflies you felt in your stomach when you heard that voice. You turned around to see Eddie smiling at you.

“Munson, I thought you were standing me up today” you said as he sat at your usual table in the woods, past the bleachers.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love” he said, sitting in front of you. “What do you got for me today?”

“I forgot to make lunch, so I had to grab something from the vending machine” you said, putting your cigarette out. “So, pretzels, or Reeses Pieces?”

“You just… happened to pick my two favorite things?” he smirked. “If I didn’t know any better, Henderson, I would think you like me” he mocked you.

“Uh-huh, is that a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? And two cokes?” your sked, looking at his bag.

“Grape jelly. Your favorite” he winked at you.

“Huh, if I didn’t know any better, Munson, I would think you like me” you returned the smirk.

“Wanna split it?” he asked and you nodded as you split the three things between the two of you. “So, what are you working on?” he asked, about to grab your sketchbook.

“Nothing!” you quickly said, putting it away before he could get it.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound suspicious at all” he mocked you. “Come on, show me!”

“It’s just… a work in progress” you told him. “It’s not finished yet” you insisted.

“Fine, be all mysterious” he chuckled. “Hey, did you get new colored pencils?” he asked, grabbing one of them.

“Oh, um… y-yeah” you said nervously. “There was a discount at the store where I work and-”

“Really?” he raised his eyebrow at you. “Or were your old ones… broken?”

“Um… there may have been an… incident-”

“Who?” he asked, his tone turning angry.

“It doesn’t matter, Eddie-”

“Yes, it does! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I don’t want you to get into a fight and not graduate with me this year” you told him, making him laugh just barely. “Look, it’s fine. I really did get a discount and…” you said, looking through your bag. “I got markers too” you smiled brightly at him. “Look!”

You stood from your place and sat down on the table with your feet on the bench next to Eddie. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your knee, which was not an uncommon thing for you to do whenever you drew something on him but he felt his cheeks blushing. You quickly drew a small doodle of the Hellfire symbol using different colors and you smiled when you were done, showing it to him. Eddie rarely get to see that smile on you and he loved it when it happened.

“Holy shit!” he smiled, looking down at his hand. It looked cooler than the one in his shirt.

“Do you like it?” you asked, bashfully.

“I love it, princess! This is amazing!” he said, looking back at you. “You’re amazing” he smiled.

“Um, thanks” you said, looking down at his hand and feeling your cheeks burn. You could not ignore the butterflies in your stomach any longer. You grabbed his hand and stroked your thumb against your new drawing. “Uh, a-actually, what I didn’t want to show you is um… kind of… a surprise…” you admitted, not facing him.

You saw Eddie’s hand untangle from yours and make its way up to your chin, lifting your head gently and making you look into his beautiful, chocolate-brown eyes.

“A surprise?” he asked, smiling brightly. You simply nodded, unable to form any words by the way he was looking at you. “What is it?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise!” you chuckled. “I just want to finish it before I show it to you” you told him.

“Okay, fine” he said, as his hand suddenly found its way back to yours and you started playing with his rings. “But… you promise you’ll show it to me when it’s done?”

“I promise. I mean, it’s kind of… for you” you told him.

“Really?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, it’s kind of… a thank you” you admitted. “For everything” you added. “Even for my brother and his friends. Thanks for letting them in Hellfire” you told him. “I know they're a bit weird but… I love them and I'm happy they found someone like you” you said.

“My pleasure, princess” he told you. “They’re cool kids” he chuckled. “Especially Dustin” he added. “Although he keeps asking me why I always have different doodles all over me” he chuckled.

“Yeah, he’s pretty smart” you laughed too. “I don’t think it’ll be long before he realizes about us” you said, without really thinking. “I m-mean uh-”

“Us?” Eddie smirked. “And exactly what would he realize?” he asked, getting up and towering a little over you, placing his hands on both your sides. “That we’re friends?” he asked, with the same smirk still plastered on his face.

“Y-yeah, I guess” you said innocently.

“Would he mind?”

“Um- I don’t think so, I just… don’t want him to think that you’re only his friend b-because of me” you explained.

“Oh, he wouldn’t think that” he assured you, as he gently brushed your hair away from your face. “And… what if he thinks there’s something else between us?”

“Is there?” you asked, as you felt him getting closer. And then the bell rang. The stupid bell rang. “Fuck!”

“Ignore that” he pleaded.

“No! We have a Math test” you said, pushing him away and gathering all of your things. “I told you, Eddie, you’re graduating this year, with me. Let’s go!” you threatened him.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart” he said, as you pulled him with you but he was stronger and he pulled you back. “To be continued?” he smirked.

For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, you smiled. It was a different smile, one that you didn’t think you had in you anymore and you could see Eddie noticed it. You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“To be continued, Munson” you said, before you started pulling him towards the school despite his protests.

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You were waiting in the parking lot for Steve. As much as you wanted, you were not able to be with Eddie alone the rest of the day. You were hoping to catch him at the end but, as a surprise to no one, he got detention, so here you were.

“Well, if it isn’t my lucky day?”

You cursed under your breath, silently begging for Steve’s car to appear any moment now. But no such luck.

“Hargrove” you sighed. “Oh, if it isn’t Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum” you smirked at Jason and Andy, standing with Billy.

“Fancy meeting you here, babe” Billy smirked at you.

“Can’t say the same” you said, trying to walk away but he stepped in front of you. “What do you want, Hargrove?”

“See, I have a question for you” he said. “Andy here, says he saw you coming out of those woods with Eddie fucking Munson” he said, getting closer to you and making you take a step back. “Is that true?”

“I fail to see how that’s any of your business, really” you glared at him.

“Well, for starters, I think Munson can do better” he said, making Andy and Jason laugh.

“Lovely” you rolled your eyes, trying to walk away again but they blocked your way.

“Aw, did I strike a nerve there? Do you have a crush on Munson?” he mocked you.

“Just, leave me alone, Billy-” you said, trying to leave but, you felt your sketchbook being taken from you.

“Oh, what is this?” Jason asked, opening the sketchbook. “Do you write your love letters to that freak here?” he laughed.

“Give that back!” you said, trying to get it back from him.

“Oh, it’s even better than that!” he said, showing your sketches to Billy and Andy who started laughing.

“Give me that!” you said as he tossed it to Billy.

“Looks like you’re a bit obsessed with him, babe” he said, looking at your drawings. “I’m guessing you wouldn’t want anything to happen to this, would you?” he said, tearing a few pages apart.

“Billy, give it back!” you yelled, but he pushed you back, making you fall to the ground, your hands aching when they hit the pavement.

“Whoops, clumsy me” he said, tossing your sketchbook on a nearby water puddle.

“Stop it!” you said, getting up and trying to get to it but Andy pushed you away.

“HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

“You want something, freak?” Jason yelled, smirking.

“Oh, speak of the devil” Billy smirked as Eddie approached all of you.

“Get the fuck away from her” he said, making his way over to Billy.

“Why don’t you keep walking and mind your business, freak?”

“You know, I gotta say, even for you, it’s pretty low, three guys against one girl” he smirked, erasing Billy’s.

“You really think it’s worth it? Standing up for that slut-?”

Before Billy could go on, Eddie quickly punched him in the face.

“Eddie!”

“You’re dead, freak!” Jason said, punching Eddie back while Billy got up, laughing.

“Looks, like you got some fire in you, Munson!” he yelled before he punched him too.

“Eddie!” you yelled, trying to get to him but Andy stopped you. “Stop it!”

“You having fun, Munson?” Billy smirked as he landed punches on Eddie before he grabbed him by his jacket. “No one tells me what to do!” he said before he pushed him to the ground again. He then threw himself at Eddie and started landing punch after punch, like a madman. The last time you had seen Billy like this was when he fought Steve and it shook you to your core.

“STOP IT! BILLY, STOP!”

“You really think you traded up, babe?” he smirked, looking at you. “He’s even worse than Harrington!”

“STOP IT, PLEASE!” you said, as tears started welling up in your eyes.

“Aw, you gonna cry, princess?” he said, mocking Eddie’s voice with the last word.

As if your prayers were finally answered, a car reeled in front of you, almost hitting Jason.

“What the fuck, Harrington?” he asked as Steve got out of the car.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

“Come join the party, Harrington” Billy smirked at him, finally letting go of Eddie. “Ready for round two?”

“Yeah, let me just get my friend here” Steve smirked, grabbing his bat out.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Andy said, letting go of you, and slowly walking away with Jason. You quickly ran over to Eddie, pushing Billy aside.

“Ready to go, Hargrove?” Steve said, walking closer to him as he and the other two stepped away.

“You know what? She’s not even fucking worth it” Billy said, throwing one last glare at you. “Let’s just go” he told Jason and Andy as they walked away.

“Eddie! Oh my God, Eddie! Can you hear me?”

“Do I have a concussion or did King Steve Harrington just save my ass?”

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“Ouch!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry” you apologized, taking the cotton ball away.

You were now in Steve’s kitchen, cleaning Eddie up. You carefully pulled his hair up in a messy bun with your scrunchie so you could see him better. You placed your hand softly on his cheek and your heart broke seeing a big purple bruise printed on his left eye. He looked at you with his huge, deep brown puppy eyes and you had to take a deep breath to not lose it right there because you knew he needed you.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, worriedly.

“M-me? You’re asking if I’m okay? Eddie, Billy and Jason just beat the shit out of you, and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

“First of all, I’d like to think that I handled that with dignity. Secondly, you fell to the ground and that idiot Andy was hurting you” he said, grabbing your hand and tracing his thumb gently on the bruises forming in your arms where Andy grabbed you.

“I’m really sorry, Eddie” you said, coming out in a whisper and tracing your thumb against the now fading drawing you made earlier on his hand. A small tear fell down your cheek and Eddie quickly wiped it away before he cupped your cheek.

“Princess, you have nothing to be sorry for” he assured you.

“Yes, I do! You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if it wasn’t for me” you insisted.

“Hey” he said, pulling you closer to him. “I would do it all over again, love” he smiled at you.

“Hey, man” Steve said, coming into the kitchen and making you and Eddie jump apart. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I got some clean clothes for you” he said offering Eddie a shirt and some sweatpants.

“Thanks, man” Eddie smiled, grabbing the clothes from him. “I’m uh- gonna go change and I’ll get out of your way-”

“We’re having movie night” Steve blurted out of the sudden. “We’re ordering pizza and Dustin, Mike, and the rest are coming over. If you’d like to stay” he offered.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude, man-”

“You’re not intruding. It’s the least I can do after you got hit for me” you told him.

“You keep bruising my ego, Henderson” he smirked at you. “What are we watching?” Eddie asked, interested.

“Gremlins” you told him.

“Seriously?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at Steve.

“Don’t look at me, man. It was her turn to choose the movie!” he said pointing at you.

“Shut up, you two. Gremlins is an awesome movie!”

“Isn’t that what you call your brother and his friends?” Eddie laughed. “I didn’t know that was your favorite movie, princess” he said. “Well, how can I say no to that masterpiece and pizza, I really can’t” he said, leaving the kitchen.

“So…” Steve started.

“So?”

“Are we going to talk about what happened today or are we just going to pretend nothing happened?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Well, you can choose between telling me why your sketchbook has smudgy drawings of Eddie” he said, opening your wet, torn, destroyed sketchbook. “Or why Hargrove and his friends were beating the shit out of him in the parking lot” he added.

“Steve, I don’t want to talk about it-”

“Well, tough. Look, we’ve been friends for a very long time now. I told you why I stopped talking to Tommy and Carol and all of our friends but you never told me why you did and somehow Munson knows!” he argued. “I get that you don’t tell Dustin everything because you want to protect him but what is so horrible that you couldn’t tell me?”

“You don’t want to know-”

“Yes, I do! You’re my best friend! You can tell me anything!”

“You’re gonna hate me!”

“What? No! I swear, okay? Nothing you say will make me hate you! We’ve been through enough shit that you should know that already-”

“I slept with Billy!” you blurted out.

“W-what?” Steve asked, hoping he hadn’t heard you right.

“What?” another voice asked, from another side of the kitchen. Dustin.

“Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me!” you said, feeling like you were going to throw up. “What are you doing here?”

“We all just got here, I was looking for you” he said, walking closer to you and Steve. “You slept with Billy Hargrove, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Dustin!” Steve warned.

“You know what? I don’t want to deal with this right now” you said, grabbing your damped sketchbook and walking out of the house to Steve’s backyard. Dustin was about to follow you but Steve stopped him.

“Look, I get that you’re upset but you’re not going out there if you’re only going to upset your sister more. She had a hard day-”

“Well, how would I know that, Steve? She doesn’t talk to me!”

“What’s with all the yelling?” Eddie said, coming back into the kitchen.

“Eddie? What are you doing here?” Dustin asked confused. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Uh- I am…” he looked at Steve, unsure as to what to say.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on? And what are you two and my sister hiding from me?”

“We’re not hiding anything from you. You need to calm down and we can go sort this out, okay?”

“Fine” Dustin said, unconvinced.

“You promise you won’t snap at her like you just did” Steve glared at him a little.

“Okay” he sighed, rolling his eyes. The three of them walked outside to find you sitting on one of Steve’s pool chairs. Steve and Eddie sat next to you and Dustin sat on the edge of the one you were sitting in. “Uh, hey” he said, nervously. “Um-” he continued when both Steve and Eddie glared at him. “I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier” he muttered.

“It’s fine, Dusty” you said, sitting up and hugging your legs to you.

“Look, Dustin and I are just worried about you” Steve continued. “We don’t want to push you or anything, we just… want to know what’s going on with you” he added. You looked up at Eddie and he softly nodded at you. He really wanted to hold your hand but he figured Dustin might freak out about it too.

“Um…” you took a deep breath. “Look, I know that… I’ve kind of been pulling away” you started. “And I’m sorry, it’s just…” you sighed. “It was a stupid mistake and I didn’t want either one of you to hate me” you admitted.

“What- uh, when?” Dustin stuttered. “Um, no, y-you go” he said.

“It just happened once” you informed them.

“At… last year’s Halloween party?” Steve guessed and you nodded.

“Look, I was… really drunk and, dad had just left and… mom was kind of a mess and… I don’t know, I guess I was too” you said, sadly.

“Wait, I was there that night, why didn’t you tell me anything?” Steve asked, confused.

“You had your own shit going on” you reminded him. “With Nancy” you added. “So, after you left I got drunker and… then I don’t know, Billy was just there and… it happened” you sighed. “And after I felt so awful” you told them. “When I came down I ran into Eddie and he saw I was upset” you explained. “He drove me home and… he stayed with me and he made sure I was okay” you smiled. “That’s how we became friends-”

“You two are friends?” Dustin asked. “I knew I recognized your doodles” he said, looking at the metalhead.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you” you told Dustin. “I just… didn’t want to get into the whole thing and… it’s not really the conversation you have with your little brother” you admitted.

“I get that but… we used to talk about everything” Dustin said, sadly. “We were always kind of a team and for the past year it just felt like… you hated me” he said.

“Dusty” you said, sitting closer to him and hugging him. “I could never hate you” you assured him. “I am so sorry I pushed you away, I was just… so embarrassed about what happened and, I kind of wanted to forget the whole thing and I guess that in the midst of it all I just… ended up pushing everyone away” you explained.

“So, what happened today?” Dustin asked, confused.

“Well, I was waiting for Steve to pick me up and Billy and his friends just started being idiots” you told him. “Eddie saw and tried to help me” you continued. “And then Steve got there with his bat and they went away” you told him.

“So, that’s why you tell me to stay away from them? I mean, I always knew Billy was a dick but… all of your friends?”

“Well, yeah. I told Billy that if he ever said a word about what happened to anyone, I’d tell everyone he cried like a bitch and he had a small dick” you said, making the three of them laugh a little. “And then, either I just stopped talking to them or they would stop talking to me and… it wasn’t just Billy, you know? You were right” you said, looking at Steve. “They were all just… assholes” you admitted.

“I could have told you that a long time ago” Eddie chuckled.

“You okay?” Dustin asked you.

“Yeah” you smiled. “I’m sorry… about… everything” you told him. “Both of you” you said, looking at Steve.

“Don’t worry” Dustin smiled at you. “I love you dumb-dumb” he said, putting his fist so you would bump it.

“Love you too, dumb-dumb” you smiled back and bumped his fist. “No more lies” you promised and he nodded, smiling.

“It’s fine” Steve said, getting up and kissing your head. “C’mon little Henderson, let’s go set everything up” Steve said, patting Dustin on his back.

“Wait, why do I have to go?” he complained, still getting up.

“Just be nice to your sister, man, she’s been through a lot” Steve complained.

“What about me? I have been through a lot too!” he said, dramatically as they went inside, leaving you and Eddie alone.

“Hey” you smiled back at Eddie.

“Hi, princess” he said, moving over to take Dustin’s place in front of you. “How are you feeling?”

“Not so bad” you sighed. “I still would have preferred not to discuss my sex life with my little brother but… it is what it is” you chuckled.

“Sorry about your sketchbook, love” he said, looking at it on the floor.

“It’s okay” you sighed, going through the damped pages. “It just… might take me a little longer to finish your surprise now” you said, sadly.

“Wait, is that… is that me?” he asked, feeling his heart flutter.

“It… was supposed to be” you told him. “I mean, your D&D character” you muttered. “I… wanted to um… I was trying to get it right and I thought you m-might like it-”

“It’s perfect, princess” he smiled at you.

“It’s ruined, Eddie” you chuckled.

“Well, then I guess I need to get you another sketchbook, love” he said, grabbing it from you.

“You don’t have to get me one, Eddie” you smiled as he scootched closer to you.

“Jesus, Henderson would you just let me do something nice for you” he smiled, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“You do nothing but nice things for me, Munson” you smiled.

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me, sweetheart” he smiled back.

“Well, in that case, maybe you can do one more nice thing for me” you said, pulling him by his shirt, well, Steve’s shirt and he pulled you gently, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“Gladly, princess” he said, smiling before he finally connected his lips with yours. He felt you smiling against his lips as you started deepening the kiss before you were rudely interrupted.

“Hey guys, pizza’s here- what the fuck?” you jumped apart when you heard Dustin’s voice again, with Lucas, Will, and Max standing next to him, trying not to laugh. “You two are together? I thought there were no more lies!”

“Would you believe me that this literally just happened, Henderson?”

The End

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its-steddie-time · 10 months

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Imagine an a/b/o + soulmates Steddie AU where your presentation isn’t based on anatomy.

Steve and Eddie are both enby omegas who grow up really differently. Steve thinks he’ll be an Alpha, Eddie is unsure of himself. They’re strangers.

One day Eddie finds a jacket in the lost and found. All he knows is that the jacket smells like home. It’s this comforting combination of sweet vanilla, bitter cocoa, burning wood, and a hint of chlorine—like hugging someone who was just in a pool.

He takes the jacket, unable to put it back. Figures nobody will notice anyway. He stuffs it into his backpack. Once he’s home and alone, the jacket starts to smell like other things—it smells like sex.

Eddie has never had sex but he feels it in his stomach, the feeling of wanting, craving, sharing spit. The image of tangled bodies covered in sweat.

He’s hard before he even registers it’s happening.

He puts the jacket on, stretches out on his bed and shoves a shaky hand down his pants. It doesn’t take long before he cums with a soft whine.

Then the homey smell is back. It reminds him to take care of himself. He drinks a glass of water, takes a thorough shower, and listens to some music. He feels calm for the first time in a while.

The next day, he goes to school with the jacket in his backpack. He waits until after school to put it on, sitting underneath the bleachers to smoke. Suddenly he hears footsteps and then a very disgruntled Steve Harrington is standing above him, arms crossed.

Eddie feels small, looking up at him, taking a drag of his cigarette, and letting the smoke out slowly. He watches Steve track his movements.

Steve’s tone is biting and unfriendly when he speaks. “Hey Munson, what the fuck are you doing with my jacket?”

Eddie stands up, stammers out something along the lines of “It was in the lost and found, I didn’t mean to,” and tosses the jacket back to Steve.

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Steve takes the jacket from Eddie and is hit with a wave of unfamiliar scents—smoke and rain soaked pavement, black coffee, dry leaves and earthy soil. Steve knows this must be what Eddie smells like. But what’s worse is that he likes it. It’s heady and intense.

He stares at Eddie who is standing there awkwardly holding his cigarette. He looks flushed and his eyes are wide. Steve can tell he’s nervous, almost like he can smell it on his skin.

He has the sudden urge to comfort Eddie, to wrap him in the jacket and hold him close.

Instead, he runs from him. He doesn’t stop until he’s home, only then realizing that he left his car at school. He has a vice grip on the jacket. All he can think of is the way Eddie looked wearing it.

The way it fit him—slightly big but fuck he looked so cute.

He’s never said or even thought the words “cute” and “Eddie Munson” in the same sentence. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes. He’s rock hard, imagining Eddie in nothing but the jacket. He can practically hear the noises he would make, almost like a memory.

Steve locks himself in his room and climbs onto his bed. He’s never felt like this. So out of control and yet so confident in what he wants.

He shoves the jacket between his legs, flipping over to grind down against the material and roll his hips into the bed. It doesn’t take long for him to cum, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from saying Eddie’s name out loud.

He rolls onto his back, panting hard. His mouth tastes metallic. It’s blood, from how hard he bit himself. He doesn’t give a fuck about that.

Apparently, he does give a fuck about Eddie Munson.

He thinks maybe it’s just a one time thing—pent up sexual frustration that he needed to release.

But deep down, he knows it isn’t. He can feel a slow but steady heat running through his veins.

He can feel Eddie.

Fuck.

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steviewashere · 5 months

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Let Me Make You Soup, Let Me Show You That I Care

(also on ao3)

wc: 4,149, Steddie Tags: Post Vecna, Post Canon, Post Season 4, Sick Steve Harrington, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting (Though Not Extreme, For I am Emetophobic), Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Steve's Sucky ass Parents

(Also, I hope y'all don't mind me cross-posting some of my favorite one shots that I've put up on ao3. Figured I could push them to a bigger audience, especially those who don't use ao3).

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Steve gets sick often. Small colds, allergies, the dreaded flu. Maybe it doesn't help him that he's had so many concussions and injuries on top of that too. Left with debilitating migraines and aching sides and muscles that become overexerted too fast.

Safe to say, his immune system is now a pile of steaming dog shit.

He's become good at attempting to "take care" of himself. With his parents being absent nearly all the time, much of the recovery process and gentle care was left to Steve. His hands don't have the same soft and slim quality as his mother's did, though. Even if she doesn't make the effort to shove his hair from his sweaty forehead or massage vapor-rub onto his chest or squeeze his shoulders as he dry-heaves into the toilet. He can miss that.

It's also safe to say that Steve Harrington, best babysitter and lesbian protector, is absolutely terrible at asking for help. His idea is, Got myself into this mess, I can get myself out. His other idea is, I don't want to burden anybody; I've been that too many times.

He suspects that's why his parents aren't there now to tuck him into bed and check his temperature and read him a bedtime story. Even though, now, he's a nineteen year old "man." More like a bruised child trapped inside the buff body of an even more injured adult, left to his own devices and decisions.

Steve is miserable today. Woke up with a knocking headache, an itch at the bottom of his throat, tingly fingers, shivering limbs, and the need to massage his abdomen to elicit the vomit to come up sooner.

It's barely nine in the morning. Just cracked his eyes open. Which, are heavy with crust and too much sleep, yet not enough.

It's barely nine in the morning and all Steve wants to do is lay stiff on his mattress, a trusty tried and true trashcan on the floor, curtains closed, a heavy duvet draped over his legs, and the A/C set to sixty-eight degrees. That's what he does. Doesn't have the appetite for breakfast or water or Tylenol. He doesn't have the energy to lay on a towel on the bathroom floor, body curled around the base of the toilet bowl. And, he doesn't have the confidence to plead with somebody over the phone to "Take care of me, just this once and I'll repay you."

He's done that before to Tommy. The bastard never showed and Steve sobbed so hard at the thought of being left alone, that he hurled right onto the beige carpet of his bedroom. That's why the desk is stuffed into the corner. To cover what he couldn't even take care of.

Steve has decided to lay in bed today. Has already used the trashcan. Kicked off the duvet then whined then brought it back to his sweat drenched t-shirt hem, then said fuck this and ripped the shirt off his body.

The silk sheets against his rapidly heating body feels nice. Like laying on the kitchen floor, Steve surmises. And that makes him think of soup.

A hot bowl of chicken noodle soup. Something he's made himself countless times before. A recipe that his mom never perfected. It's just Campbell's, the instructions are on the label, yet it was never made correctly.

She'd do that. When her motherly instincts were at an all-time high. That had to be when he was probably five? Six? His mom would make a bowl of soup so warm and soothing that she would have to warn him about touching the ceramic. She would bring him a glass of orange juice and say, ever soft and comforting, "It'll help you. Mommy promises."

The juice would sting his throat and he would cough so hard she would start to worry about doing the Heimlich maneuver.

That's what his mother's "sick care" turned into. A glass of orange juice that only hurt, never helped, just made him think about swallowing glass.

Soup turned into a heat-until-lukewarm situation. Juice wasn't bought for him. His parents elected to buy "fancy juice" instead. Another descriptor for Mommy's self-healing alcohol problem, Steve began to substitute. He remembers the last time she ever made him anything or gave a shit about his weakened body.

Steve was eleven years old.

He eventually learned where to buy the Campbell's stuff. From Mevald's. Now he keeps a hefty supply in the back of his family's pantry. Ready for a day like this.

A day where at eleven, before noon, Steve has a sudden mouth watering appetite for measly chicken noodle soup.

He hefts his body into an upright position, feet planted onto the carpet, fingers white-knuckling the edge of the mattress, a quick glance thrown at the trashcan, and a heavy breath burrowed into the stale air. Right before he scoots to stand, he hears the telltale sound of Eddie knocking on his front door. A simple three pattern.

The rapping startles Steve slightly. He forgot that Eddie was supposed to come over. I'll have to send him away, he thinks solemnly.

"Coming!" Steve croaks to the bathroom floor. With whatever strength the knocking has given him, he tucks the trashcan under his right arm, creeps to the top of the stairs, and ever so carefully floats down them.

The can is set off to the side before he opens the door.

In the glow of the daylight, energized and cheery, is Eddie Munson. Wrapped in a leather jacket, hair tied up into a bun, jeans replaced with jorts, and a grin the size of the moon.

"Hey Stevie," he drawls as his lithe frame leans against the doorjamb.

"Hey man, listen..." Steve begins before being interrupted.

"Whoa, what's going on with you?" Eddie shoves into the house. His grin is set into a small frown and his eyes are glazed with concern instead of the excited energy equal to a golden retriever. "Did you get enough sleep last night? You could've called me if you had a nightmare."

That's something him and Eddie do. When one has a god awful nightmare about floating bodies and squelching flesh and sterile hospital walls, they call each other. Sometimes to just hear that the other is alive. Other times for a trip to one another's house. The phone calls could be Eddie recapping a campaign storyline or Steve bemoaning over a wretched, hag of an old woman that demanded a refund on an R rated movie her grandson finagled her into renting. Or just breathing. Steve's fond of the soft puffs of air that signal Eddie finally relaxed enough to go back to sleep.

"No, weirdly enough I slept way longer than I was supposed to. I'm just sick today. But, I'm fine. Or at least I will be, got a good grasp on this. Y'know, trashcan, soft bed, canned soup. Was actually coming down here to send you back home," Steve rushes out. He's out of breath and feels lightheaded. The headache has turned into a pulsating mess and his stomach churns violently. Before he can warn Eddie again to go out the front door and leave him be, Steve finds himself hunched over his trashcan at the bottom of the stairs, trembling with the force of his grip. One hand on the edge of said bin. The other, wrapping tendrils of hair around his fingers and pulling with enough force to surely rip out some of his luxurious hair. Which, really, is a sweaty disgusting mop today.

He feels the hand in his hair loosen. A smaller, slightly cold hand replacing it. But this time, the fingers work carefully to sweep back any loose strands. Another hand joins the mix. This one squeezes at his right shoulder.

Eddie is behind him, whispering and shushing, "You're alright. I got you, let it out." His cold skin feels amazing over Steve's damp forehead. And equally, his touches are soothing.

Steve coughs once, twice, spits the same amount, and then leans against Eddie with a heavy sigh. "Thanks," he mutters. He shutters at being oddly exposed. Now that he's realized his torso is bare and he probably looks as awful as he feels and now all of his guts are in a bin in front of him.

The bin gets shoved over to the left and Steve starts to get up from the hardwood floor. Eddie lifts him up and leans him against his side. "How about this? I'll make you something mild, get some water into you, and divvy up a couple Tylenol tablets. Your skin is hot and not in the sexy way," he chuckles.

They make their way to the living room. Steve is deposited onto the couch with a cushion shoved behind his back and the can placed appropriately at his feet, within arm's reach. Eddie adjusts his hair again, this time with the tie from his own hair, and leaves to the kitchen.

Steve is dazed. Hot all over. Itchy in some places. Runny nose, aching stomach, watering eyes, and throat so itchy he wants to dig his fingernails into the skin on his neck. This predicament almost makes him embarrassed, more ashamed than anything. He gets his ass handed to him annually and has to have people take care of him during the concussions, until he's given the okay to go home and grovel in silence. And he puts himself in situations he can't get himself out of. He's tired of it, he realizes. Feels the need to apologize to Eddie, make him cookies or something, promise to never make him do anything like this ever again.

When said man comes back into the room with three extra-strength Tylenol in his palm and a cold glass of tap water, Steve wants to cry. It's not until Eddie is setting everything down to pet at his hair and shush him again doe he notice, he is crying.

"Sorry," Steve's voice rasps. He takes a gasping breath before choking out another nasty, wet sob.

"Nothing to be sorry for. It's what your body has to do," Eddie coos.

"No, I'm sorry you have to take care of me," he breathes. That's tally number two for decisions Steve is making today. Some miserable, lonely, somewhat pathetic decisions.

Then, Eddie pulls back. His eyes are the size of saucers. And that small frown from earlier has turned into a deep-set, terribly worrying downturn. "You don't have to apologize for that. Not at all. You need help, I'm here for you. It's what we do, okay?" he murmurs. Steve cries some more at that. Choking on his tears, practically. Enough for Eddie to say, "Hey, breathe with me. I don't want you to make yourself sick again."

So they sit for a few minutes. Breathing. Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie's mouth, watching him count. And Eddie stares at his eyes. Trying to piece together all the little details about this version of Steve. The one not picking fights and towering over unlucky underclassmen and spitting venom instead of backing away when he's supposed to. This Steve that looks like a small, terrified, lonely little boy. Who feels the need to apologize for being a human being. Somebody that makes sure everybody is better off and happy and swooned over before taking an assessment of his own body, the injuries stitched into his side, and the possibility that someone also wants to make sure he's doing alright.

God, who is Steve Harrington, Eddie questions to himself.

Once the tears have subsided and breathing has been placed under control, Steve feels exhausted. Eddie seems to notice because he suggests, "Why don't you lay down for a while? Maybe snooze some while I make soup?"

Steve nods with slight hesitancy. "Can I—" he stutters, "Can I lay down in my room?" To Eddie, this is the quietest he's ever heard his friend. And that doesn't sit right with him. A man—bulky and toned, loud and sassy, bark with no bite—now sitting with his shoulders slumped, skin blotched in various shades of pink and red, breathing ragged, and looking at Eddie with terribly timid eyes. He's just a little boy, some part of Eddie whispers.

"Yeah man. 'Course you can. How 'bout you get yourself to bed, I'll follow behind with your can, give you your medicine, and leave the door open just in case you need something?" The nod Eddie gets back is so energetic, it's as if Steve wasn't sick to begin with. That part of him that's been whispering and wondering is now aching. All he wanted was to be looked after.

Where are your parents, Eddie wants to ask aloud. Who was here to take care of you, Eddie wants to dig.

In mere moments, Steve is tucked back into bed. The curtains are drawn to be almost completely closed. His door is left unlocked and gaping. There are soft snuffles drifting through the house. And Eddie finds himself in front of the Harrington's fancy electric stove.

Before he came back downstairs to cook, Steve whispered something about there being Campbell's in the pantry. "If you want to heat it up on the stove, that's what my mama did when I was really little. It's what I do now."

Eddie glances at the cans and makes a decision for Steve, He deserves better than a piss poor attempt. Homemade it is.

When he was little, Wayne used to make soup on sick days. Still does. During the recovery time when Eddie's sides were still sore with stitches and itchy with stretch, Wayne would bring him a bowl of soup and a tall glass of orange juice on a little tray. He makes a mean bowl of tomato. "Something my mamaw taught me and now I can show you," he had told Eddie.

As much of a bare wasteland as Steve's kitchen is—What does he eat, Eddie wonders—he manages to find all the ingredients necessary. After a couple cupboards are ripped open and some miscellaneous drawers sifted through, he finds himself stirring a simmering metal pot of something he hopes Steve can keep down.

Eddie wants to chastise Steve for even thinking about being sick alone. What a misery sentence. Was probably going to call Robin and say something about, "You don't need to worry. It's not bad. I'll just be out of work for a couple days." Then he would've trekked back upstairs, slow like molasses, and locked the door behind him. Would've laid in bed shivering and crying and barfing. Probably would have passed out by the time he was finally hungry.

Steve even apologized earlier for being taken care of. As if he was a burden. Made himself smaller and tighter and quieter, that's for sure. So Eddie won't do any form of chastising. That'd only make him disappear on himself more.

As the soup is being dished up with plain toast and a cup is being filled with pulpy orange juice, Eddie hears Steve startle awake upstairs. Goes from snoring almost as loud as Wayne in the winter to dry heaving, hard.

Eddie sets the made tray down onto the counter. He makes his way back to the front door and chucks his shoes to the side and hangs up his jacket. Then, tumbles upstairs just as Steve is breathing raspy again.

One. Two. Three knocks on the open bedroom door. And in the blink of an eye, Eddie is over at Steve's side. He's crying again. Nothing like the nauseous sobs from earlier, but sniffles and silent watery blinks.

Steve's hair is pushed back again. "What's goin' on Stevie? What happened?"

"N-nothing," he spits frantically into the air. Like a kid trying to hide a lollipop behind their back. A teenager caught with a lit cigarette in hand. The family dog with a sneaker in it's mouth being told to drop it.

"Okay. Okay, I won't push. But I brought you some soup and orange juice. It's not the best because there's so much pulp in it, but it'll do for now. Oh, and—" Eddie sings. He digs around in his jorts pockets for a small container. As he brandishes it just in Steve's line of sight, he says, "Found some vapor-rub in the medicine cabinet downstairs. Now it is a few months out of date, but that just means more will need to be appl—honey, what's goin' on?" he questions softly.

Steve's sniffles have turned into thin-lipped, eyes glazed and bloodshot, muffled sobs. He has a streak of snot dripping down on his upper lip and his chest keeps stuttering. Eventually, he chokes out, "You brought the soup to me."

And what a statement.

The sentence slaps Eddie across the face, causing his head to rear back. It confuses him, that's what it does. Obviously I brought him soup, what the fuck, he asks himself incredulously.

"Wha—of course. That's what you do when somebody is sick. You help 'em out, bring soup or crackers or whatever and make sure they're better," Eddie supplies as he wipes away the sweat and snot with his banana. There's a brief moment where the only sound is Steve crying. The room is dim and he seems more comfortable than when the door was initially answered.

Eddie thinks back to the apologizing. The making himself smaller and quieter. His hesitancy about wanting to sleep in his own bed. How his mom used to make soup. And the statement, "Got a good grasp on this." Pieces start to click, sirens sound off, door number three has opened and behind it is a shiny new car.

A horrifying realization. The easy solution to Eddie's childlike curiosity over where Steve's parents are. And that in itself makes him want to hurl into the trashcan or pull full force at his hair or sob.

His parents aren't here and haven't been in a long while, Eddie accuses.

"Oh, Stevie." He pets again at his drenched hair. "I'm not going anywhere, alright? You don't have to worry about that with me. Let me do what I need to do, but I'll be right here if you need anything."

"Okay," Steve whispers.

Within just a couple minutes, Eddie has Steve propped back up on a mountain of pillows. Some from the hall closet, the stale bedroom of his parents, and the ones from his own bed. He's changed the bag in the can with a call of, "It's alright, no big deal," after Steve's cry that Eddie didn't need to do that. A bedside lamp has been turned on. An ice cold wet rag has been situated over his neck. There's a thick layer of vapor-rub in his chest hair.

Then came the aforementioned lunch. It smells divine. As if God himself started a soup kitchen in the Harrington's desolate house. What's even better is that it's definitely not chicken noodle.

"I don't remember there being any cans of tomato in the pantry," Steve notes.

"Oh, well. I thought you deserved better than that crap. Made something Wayne usually serves up. Family recipe," he sings again.

"Oh," Steve breathes. His eyes feel wet again, but he fights every part of him that says to cry. He's done enough of that. "Y'know, you didn't have to," he says quietly.

Eddie makes the wounded sound of a shot dog. He finishes setting up the tray on the stiff mattress. Then, situates himself to sit on Steve's left, rubbing down his bare back. "I wanted to. That's all that matters. Now eat up before it gets cold."

And he does just that. The bowl is hot to the touch. Its contents still fresh from being boiled. Even the gulps of orange juice don't burn as bad as when he was little. Steve feels five years old again. He's anticipating the late afternoon lunch from his mom where she'll show him vapor-rub and a spoonful of Pepto-Bismol. In the living room, she's going to lay down, with him on top, and they'll watch reruns of his favorite cartoons. The curtains are closed and she hums lullabies as he drifts off to sleep.

Eddie rubs his back and hums songs and kisses his forehead gently. Which, Steve hasn't been given that amount of affection in a long while. And he honestly doesn't mind.

There's something that's been sitting between the two of them, a thing the size of a ten pound medicine ball. A word shaped like love and comfort. The space where Eddie shares stories about Uncle Wayne and his hibernation snoring when the temperatures drop and how he acquired every single mug on their wall. And in response, Steve listens and drips a couple droplets of how his mom would read Goodnight Moon and kiss him on his cheek or on summer days where they'd splash each other in the shallow depth of the pool. Before it became a graveyard. Or the loosely sketched outline of a mom and her child. His dad wasn't as close, but he'd play catch when Steve was still learning about baseball or share facts about his car that intrigued little eight year old Steve in a way no sport has ever done before. How he acquired the bowling pin from the one time his parents took him out for his birthday. The car painting being something his dad did in his spare time, not bought from some general store in the next town over.

Even in his sick state, Steve thinks about pecking Eddie on the lips. Wonders how smooth they are. If he uses chapstick. What flavor it could be. His mind supplies days in the future where they make soup for each other and shout about how excellent Hellfire was or Lucas' basketball game had been. Mornings shaped by soft snores and gentle touches and steaming cups of coffee. Nights wrapped around each other, cooing sweet nothings when the nightmares become bloody again, and sex that's slow and drawn out. Or the quiet moments where Steve needs a shoulder to cry on. And open arms so that Eddie is encased in comfort, even after everything.

At his final spoonful and dip of toasted crust, Steve whispers, "I love you." As treacherous as his mouth has been in the past, this final decision isn't as daunting as the rest from earlier today. Some part of Steve knew that it would come to a head and the words would spill from his lips like the soup on his chin.

Eddie hums beside him. He kisses Steve one. Two. Three times on the forehead. Then he sets the tray aside with all the empty dishes and the vapor-rub with three finger divots. He strips down to his boxers and a simple t-shirt. And he tucks Steve in as he scoots on top of the duvet to hold him.

"I love you, too," he responds. "And I'll be here when you get up. So get some rest and the next time you're awake, I'll go get some new orange juice and more ingredients for tomato soup and a container of unexpired Vick's."

Steve drifts off to sleep with his body curled around Eddie's side.

In the morning, the curtains are open and soft sunlight streaks in the bedroom. Eddie has left the house to do a quick grocery run, leaving behind a note of "Just lay back and relax. I brought the phone upstairs if you want to keep yourself entertained."

He calls Robin to muse aloud how excellent Eddie is. Their dance around each other now concluded over a simple bowl of soup. How nice it is to finally get the care he wish he had when his mom started to go away. Him kissing a guy before she could kiss a girl and her shriek off, "The next time I see you, I'm gonna give you the nastiest, biggest wet willy this world has ever seen. Trust in it, Steve Harrington."

The threat isn't an empty one, but it makes Steve chuckle anyway. Even though he still feels that encroaching violent twist of his stomach and a cough that could send him flat on his ass.

And when the phone call ends and Eddie is back inside with soup being made on the stove? Steve feels like maybe it's alright to rely on his true family when the time comes. He makes a promise to himself too that he'll learn how to make the best goddamned chicken noodle soup this world has ever tasted. All so that he can dote over Eddie the same. Make sure that he really knows just how much Steve loves him.

"I love you," Eddie breaths into his tussled hair later on the couch, where they're watching cartoons.

"Love you, too," Steve slurs as his body becomes heavier with sleep.

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Safe ( Eddie Munson )

sumarry: eddie can't seem to fall asleep and there is only one person in hawkins that can help him.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mention of sleeplessness, a lot of fluff

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

author's note: I had a dream about a similar situation, yet I couldn't decipher who the man was. I ended up using eddie which I think was the perfect decision.

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Night has fallen over Hawkins, Indiana. The moon and the stars were high up in the sky, illuminating the streets. Everyone in this town had gone to bed a while ago. Well, not everyone.

Eddie Munson was still wide awake. Just a few minutes ago, he was lying restless in his bed. He turned from side to side, thoughts of different things running through his mind that prevented him from falling asleep. He knew that sleep wouldn’t find him soon, hence here he was, on his way to you.

Eddie knew that you would be fast asleep already. You have never had any problems with falling asleep, didn’t matter when or where. The young man found it fascinating, and he wished he could just turn his mind off for a few minutes and fall asleep as quickly as you. However, there was something, or rather someone, that could make him find his sleep in just a few seconds. It was you.

You have always been able to make him feel calm. With just a touch of your hand, you could relax his mind, yet not his heart, because whenever he was close to you, that little thing inside his body started beating as fast as humanly possible. Eddie adored you, and having you sleep next to him made him feel safe. It made him feel normal.

It took him quite a while to get from his trailer to your house, seeing as though he didn’t take his van. He thought it would make too much noise and he didn’t want to wake up your parents. Eddie knew that they didn’t hate him, however, he wasn’t their first choice as a boyfriend for their lovely daughter.

As soon as he stood in front of your house, he took a quick glance up and down the street. He made sure no one would see what he was about to do because for some people, it would look like a burglary, but to him and you, it was just the way he would enter your house whenever you didn’t feel like telling your parents that Eddie was over to stay the night.

He swiftly climbed up on one of the trashcans that helped him get on the roof of your garage. Slowly and very carefully, he made his way over to your window. A gentle smile placed itself on his lips once he noticed that your window was slightly opened. As if you had known that he would show up in the middle of the night, seeking your company.

Before entering your room, he looked inside. The smile he had on his lips widened at the sight of you. As Eddie had predicted, you were fast asleep, however, you left a small night lamp on, which warmed his heart even more. You indeed had been waiting for him.

Your boyfriend carefully opened your window, trying his best not to wake you up. Once more, he looked behind himself and onto the street. Thankfully no one took a nightly walk through your neighbourhood.

Eddie swiftly climbed inside your room, closing the window as silently as he could before he turned around, and made his way over to where you were. He couldn’t help but admire you. He noticed the way you still had a smile on your lips, even though you were asleep. Your hair was slightly covering your face, which didn’t seem to bother you, however, he wanted to see your face. He slowly leaned down, his arm stretched out, so he could push your hair out of your face and behind your ear. Although he was very careful, his movement made you stir in your sleep.

You started to stretch your arms and legs, letting out a soft groan while you slightly opened your eyes. You had to blink a few times before you finally noticed who was standing in front of you. A soft smile graced your lips as you looked into your boyfriend's warm brown eyes.

“I knew you would come.”, you whispered, immediately making room for Eddie to lay down beside you.

You wrapped your arms around him, Eddie doing the same before he pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You shook your head, pecking his lips softly before you put your head on his chest, your eyes closing almost immediately. Sleep already overtaking you again.

“I just had this feeling inside of me that you would need me tonight. You were so off today. What is wrong?” you asked him, slight worry lacing your voice as you took one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his.

Eddie let out a sigh, squeezing your hand gently before lifting it up to his lips only to press a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

Kisses, hugs, holdings hands … that was your way of showing one another that you were there and that you loved each other. Your love language was physical touch. Both of you had always been the touchy, feely people, but ever since the two of you started dating, it got worse, but in a good way.

“I’m not really sure either. I just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Maybe because you were thinking of me this whole.”

A laugh escaped your lips as you took your head off his chest, looking at the amused expression that graced his face.

“Of course. I wanted you to come to my house so badly that I bewitched your mind and made you come here. Oh, yes, Eddie Munson, I’m a witch.”, you said, giggling before you let your head fall back onto your pillow, yet you turned onto your side, not wanting to let him out of your sight.

Your boyfriend looked around the room, quickly noticing the time. 2 am. He knew that both of you had to get up in a few hours, him even earlier than you seeing as though he had to run back to the trailer park, take a shower, get changed, and probably do some last-minute homework that was due today and then he would have to drive over to your house again to pick you up to go to school.

Eddie turned onto his side, noticing the way you were watching him, which made another smile appear on your lips. He moved even closer to you, wrapping his arms around you again before he pressed a loving kiss on your lips. The warmth spread through both of your bodies as you smiled into the kiss.

“You make me feel safe.”, he whispered into the kiss. “You make me feel calm.”

Thanks to the night lamp in your room, he was able to see your e/c eyes clearly and the way you slightly blushed.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

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bingbongsupremacy · 4 months

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Incognito AU

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: idk

The story doesn't mention anything about body size or type.

Summary: All you wanted was a cup of coffee from the new cafe on Main Street. You definitely didn't expect to spill coffee on the Metal Icon Eddie Munson.

*Not Proof Read*

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" You can go on break. "

Those are the best words I've heard all day.

A grin crawls onto my face as I make my way to the register to clock out. " Thank you! "

Steve gives me a small grunt in response, returning to his phone. Five bucks says he's on tindr.

He doesn't look up as I leave the store, little bells from above the door ringing to announce my departure.

Today's been rough. I've been screamed at by multiple angry babies and passive aggressively argued with by multiple middle aged women. Who knew working at a bakery involved so much anger.

I make my way down the street towards one of the newer shops. It was finally completed last week. I've been so excited to try the coffee. Robin says their drinks are amazing.

The street is busy, as it always is. I'm almost hit by a shiny black honda on my way across the street.

Impatient people.

I finally make it to the front of the store. A little sign with the words ' Coffee Central ' hang above the door. Everything is freshly painted and clean.

As soon as I open the door I'm met with the strong scent of coffee. The shop is pretty busy. People bustle around, their chatter creating a soft buzz in the air.

I get in line at the very back. After about eight minutes, it's finally my time to order.

" What can I get for you today? " The chirpy barista asks.

" Um..." I scan the menu board, looking for the perfect drink. " Can I get a...cappuccino please? "

I hand the girl my money and immediately another barista begins to work on it. After a few minutes the other barista produces a drink. " Have a great day! "

I turn around to leave when I immediately make contact with a firm chest. My drinks' lip pops open, spilling out of the container as a result.

The man jumps back slightly in surprise, coffee spreading across his Metallica band Tee.

" I'm so sorry! " I immediately reply. " Fuck, I had no idea you were there! " I turn to grab a few napkins from the counter behind me. I hand them to the man in front of me, my cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

The man accepts the napkins, beginning to dab his shirt. " It's alright, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going either. " He says with a small laugh.

I take a moment to observe the man. His eyes are covered by a pair of dark shades. A small dark curl hangs next to his face, the rest of his hair hidden by a black beanie. His chain rattles slightly when he steps towards the nearby trashcan to throw out the soaked napkins in his hand.

" I feel so bad. " I say, handing him some more napkins. " Is there anyway I can make it up? I can give you money for your shirt. " I gesture to his now coffee stained white tee.

The man looks up at me. " Look, if you really want to repay me...let me by you another coffee. "

This guy.

" W-what? " I ask in surprise.

" I caused you to spill your drink. If anything, I should be repaying you. "

I shake my head. " I ruined your shirt. "

" Please. " The mans' voice is sincere.

I bite my bottom lip. I was really looking forward to that drink. " Fine. " I sigh. " But I still feel bad. "

The man's face breaks out into a grin. " If you really want to repay me, just sit with me for a bit. i could use the company. "

" I can do that. "

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" What's your favorite song of theirs? " The man asks, his attention completely on me.

" Master of Puppets of course. " I grin, taking a sip from my drink.

" No way. " The mans' voice is full of excitement. " Me too. I play it on the guitar at least once a day. "

" Really? That's awesome. I've always wanted to learn the guitar, I just never really got around to it. " I admit.

In front of the man is a notebook full of words and little drawings. His nearly dull pencil lays messily on top of it.

I glance down at my phone. " Oh shit. " I mutter. I look back up at the man. " I loved talking to you but I really have to get back to work. I'm actually supposed to be back now. My boss is going to kill me. " I hurry to gather up my stuff.

" Wait, " The man stands up with me. " Could I get your number? "

My heart begins to pound. He's asking for my number?

This is the first guy I've run into that actually likes the same shit as me. He's funny, he's sweet an an absolute gentleman.

What dream am I in and can I please stay here?

" Y-yeah! " I smile. " Here, I'll write it down for you. " I pull out a pen from my pocket. I gently write my number on his left hand. " There, now I really have to go. Bye...? " I just realized I didn't learn his name. "

" Eddie. " He answers.

" Goodbye Eddie. "

" Goodbye, coffee girl. " He teases.

I roll my eyes in amusement. " Ha ha. " With that I push past the glass door. I turn back to look in the window at the man I just saw. He finally pulls off his sunglasses, holding his phone up to his face. Face ID.

He turns slightly so he gets more light from the window and I finally recognize the face.

He's the man who's been on so many magazines lately. His band is having a concert in one of the cities nearby in two days. The man who put Hawkins Indiana on the map.

Eddie fucking Munson.

I don't have time to stand around. I continue walking back to my store. My pocket buzzes and I pull out my phone, fully expecting a text from Steve asking where I am.

Instead I'm met with a text from an unknown number.

' Hey, coffee girl. '

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rainylana · 2 years

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Random Eddie Munson Headcanons

Eddie Munson x reader

omg this was so fun to make lmao. headcanons are my favorite thing ever. no warnings!

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• has insomnia. like fr does not sleep. he feels bad about keeping you up, but he depends on you a lot of the time to get him to sleep. he’ll be up at all hours writing for new campaigns, stringing new chords for a song, or he’ll jump on the bed to get you to wake up and keep him entertained until he gets tired. once he cleaned the entire trailer from top to bottom, something he does not ever do, while you tossed and turned from the noise.

• has a dr pepper addiction. his room is absolutely FULL of empty cans. wayne gets on to him because he leaves them everywhere. the floor, spilling out of the trashcan and stuffed with cigarette butts. he drinks like eight to ten cans a day, and it’s the first thing he has to have when he wakes up, otherwise he’ll be in a bitchy mood.

• HATES SPIDERS. he screams like a little girl when he seems them, and absolutely refuses to take his eye of them until you squash it for him, yes he makes you do it.

• is actually very good at english when he applies himself.

• has TERRIBLE allergies and it makes him miserable to be around. you put up with it, but his constant sneezing does get annoying. he’s got that dad sneeze LMAO, super loud and it lowkey scares you when he does.

• is totally into the domestic shit! he gets so giddy and excited when you cook for him. he likes to stand over and watch you, and you have to constantly slap his hand away from sampling everything. on hellfire nights he brings cookies and brownies that you baked for them:)

• and i do not care what anyone says, mans DOES NOT smell like roses LMFAO. he smells like cigarettes and beer, maybe a hint of some cheap cologne that he stole to wear on date night. he uses knock off shampoo when he washes his hair, but secretly likes to use yours when you sleep over. it’s not much of a secret, though, considering you can smell it on him.

• he legit smokes constantly. doesn’t matter where he goes, he’s got a cig hanging from his lips. and even when you peel your eyes open in the mornings, you know he’s awake when the burn of smoke hits your nose. you didn’t care much for it, early on in the relationship, but you became comforted by the habit.

• loves watching scary movies with you. he’ll drape an arm over your shoulder why you lay on his chest, hysterically laughing at how hard you both jump at a scary scene.

• when you first started dating, he cleared out a drawer for you to keep your stuff.

• when he sees you sleeping in his band t-shirts, bro is hard as rocks💀

• gets SO paranoid around you when he finds out you’re on your period, because he’s terrified of saying something to piss you off lmao.

• is absolutely FASCINATED with makeup and skincare. he religiously watches you do it and he’s always asking what a certain product does and if he can try it.

• you watch saturday morning cartoons together in your pajamas, which for him, is just sweatpants and his bare chest.

• he’s an extremely good listener, even if he doesn’t understand what you talk about half the time. he’ll always give a nod or a little hum as you rant, smiling when it’s something you’re really passionate about.

• he’s got undiagnosed anxiety and paranoia, which you figured explained the insomnia. he’s always biting his nails and bouncing his knee. on days when you can tell he’s anxious, you make sure to hug him extra tighter. you learned quickly not comment on it, because he always denied it or brushed it off. it embarrassed him

• dustin is always the third wheel, but you don’t mind. you know how close him and eddie are. sometime he’ll tag along for a movie or come over when you make dinner. he’s very polite and always offers to do the dishes for you.

• he taught you how to play poker, which eventually turned into strip poker.

• he loves showing you off, and gets so excited when you come with him to hellfire night. you don’t play, because it confuses you, but you like watching him get so into it. you always pull up a chair beside him, but he never fails to yank you into his lap and make you sit there on the throne with him. he even got a plastic crown for you to wear so you’d feel included<3

• on father’s day, you convinced him that he should do something nice for wayne, even if it wasn’t much. you told him it was the thought that counted. he felt a little weird about it, awkward, but he knew you were right, so he had you help him with a present.

• so in turn, he picked your mother flowers on mother’s day.

• is always buying scratch off lottery cards and gets SO MAD when he doesn’t win anything LMAO.

• does not eat vegetables at all. hates them. he’s like a mf five year old when it comes to food and he’s so picky. and really, it’s just because he’s too stubborn to try them, but when you cook something special for him, he’ll eat it, and he does like it.

• i seen a tiktok once that said his favorite fruit would definitely be bananas and i think so too. you have to be careful when you eat them though because you’ll catch him staring at you with a sex crazed look in his eye.

“really eddie? i’m eating!”

“i’m sorry. you’re just so sexy when you do it like that.”

• i feel like you guys would have a lot of pregnancy scares.

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[What They're Like]

Getting A Cat

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers x (Fem) Reader

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Summary: You ask for/get a cat and this is their response.

Content Warning: Talks of loneliness (Steves), talks of baby making (Eddies), cursing, pregnancy (Jonathans)

Steve Harrington

"I'm allergic to cats."

"But Baby, look at his little face!" You held up the flyer, pointing to the little kitten at the shelter nearby.

You'd been at this all morning following him around the house trying to convince him you needed a cat. Gushing about how cute he was. But Steve hadn't budged since he came back to him with the flyer earlier that morning at the supermarket.

His eyes rolled, trying his best not to look at the flyer, his face still a frown, but you knew he could barely hold his smile in. Steve always has a hard time saying no to you, but now it was for a really good reason. At least in his eyes.

"You can't tell me you wouldn't be happy coming home to me and that adorable little guy."

“We aren’t getting a cat.” Steve stated sternly as he turned his back on you, knowing damn well you would just keep at it if he let you. “I'm allergic to cats, you know we can't. Have. A cat.”

"You're allergic to pet dander. You can take medication for that." You corrected him, not quite ready to give up because of how much this meant to you. Steve knew for the longest time you wanted a cat. He even said he'd consider possibly letting you get one eventually.

Now was that time for a very good reason, but you're too proud to admit it to him.

"You said you'd let me get a cat eventually."

"I know what I said." Steve turns away from the kitchen sink, looking back at you again. You could tell he was having a hard time with telling you no for once. "I don't wanna walk around my house sneezing my head off if I just so happen to run out of medication."

Turning his attention back to the dishes as his words settled in. You hadn't even thought of that. Sadness settles in at the thought of your selfishness and now you feel crappy for a whole new reason. Accepting defeat, you sigh.

"Okay... I'll stop asking. I'm sorry." You walk over to the kitchen trashcan, crumple up the flyer and throw it in the trash. Steve turns his head watching the paper fall into the trashcan as you walk out of the kitchen and out of sight.

He sighs, looking back at the last dish from lunch as he shuts the faucet off and grabs the towel drying his hands off. Walking over to the trashcan, he reaches to pull out the flyer and uncrumpling it, staring at the shelter ad.

The kitten on the front was cute. Even he couldn't deny that. And he did say his girlfriend could get a cat eventually. Folding up the flyer, he stuffs it in his jeans pocket and starts to turn back to the sink.

Until he heard the familiar sound of a very specific Stevie Nicks album from your home office. One you were famous for playing when you were sad.

"She's upset..." He spoke to himself, walking out of the kitchen and down the short hallway into his office.

Standing in the doorway, he looks down at his girlfriend sitting on the floor dusting off one of the bookshelves.

“Hey," he spoke, finally breaking the silence between them, "are you mad or upset with me? Or just frustrated with the situation maybe?"

You can feel his concerned eyes trained on your back. You weren't mad at him for just looking out for himself for once, you wouldn't want him to suffer just to make you happy.

"I'm not mad or upset with you... I can't expect you to always say yes to me. I don't want you suffering for my sake."

Feeling that familiar burning in your nose, you stop talking.

'Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.'

You repeated in your head.

'It's just a stupid cat...'

"It's fine Steve. It's just a cat."

He walked into the room and gently moved your arm so you would face him, immediately noticing your eyes looked glassy. He sat on the floor next to her. Tears start forming in your eyes when you see his concern turn to surprise.

"Babe... It's clearly not just about the cat anymore. Talk to me." Steve reaches up with his sweater sleeve over his hand and wipes your eyes as you sniffle.

"I'm sorry..." You swallow a lump in your throat trying your best to not start crying. Becoming inconsolable is not an option right now.

“Don’t apologize,” he whispers, “it’s okay.”

"It's just... I feel so childish saying this, but I'll be honest." Taking a deep breath, you try containing your tears for now.

"I've just been so lonely here all day by myself while working since you went back to teaching after Summer ended. And I thought I'd get used to it over time. But it's November and... I've just been lonely for 3 months and it won't go away."

God he hated seeing you upset like this.

Rubbing your back as he pulled you into a hug, he looked down at your face. Wiping your eyes again, it starts sinking in just how much this cat actually meant to you.

"So you thought maybe a cat would help?" He questions, you gently nod as he rubs your shoulder while nodding himself.

“Also, you’re not being childish… don’t even say that. I know you’ve wanted a cat for a while now… I guess I didn’t realize how much you wanted one or how much it meant to you.” He feels a bit dumb for not noticing it sooner. Leaning over, he kisses your forehead, making you smile again.

"Just please don't cave because I'm sad. I want you to take care of yourself first."

"Babe, I haven't even been tested for any of my allergies since I was like 13. I might not even be allergic anymore." He feels bad thinking about it now, he could have just gotten a test and save you all these tears.

"Listen, I'll set up an appointment with my allergist and get tested. And then we can go from there. I'll even get you 30 cats if that is what'll make you happy." You laugh at his enthusiasm as he gives you a tight squeeze of reassurance.

"I think that's a bit excessive but I appreciate your support."

A few months later...

"Where the hell is he?" You've looked everywhere for this goddamn cat. In your office, the living room, his favorite sunspot in the mudroom. At one point, you even opened the fridge and made sure he didn't climb inside somehow.

"Hey Babe?" You ask, stopping in the doorway of your shared bedroom, seeing your boyfriend grading papers at his small desk against the wall.

"Yeah?" He reaches over, turning off his radio, the light in the room catching his circle frame glasses as he takes them off the bridge of his nose.

"Have you seen Spitz? I can't find him anywhere." You step into the room as Steve turns in his desk chair, revealing the large gray Burmese cat in his lap. Slowly stirring in his sleep, as Steve used his free hand to pet him.

"He's been in here with me all morning." Steve smirks, leaning on the arm of his chair.

"Little shit..." You glare down at Spitz as he stretches awake in Steve's lap. Sitting up, he looks over at you with bright green eyes and a soft purr.

"You need him?" Steve asked, petting the cat's head lightly.

"Yeah, I wanted to cuddle on the couch with him." Steve's eyes lit up at your request, almost like he's excited about the interruption.

"You mind if I join you? I need a break from these essays. If I have to read one more time about how hot Patrick Swayze was as Darry I'm gonna lose my mind. It's like all of these kids rented the movie and didn't even bother reading The Outsiders."

"You're the one who wanted to teach 8th grade English classes." You smirk as he gives you an evil side eye.

"Why are you so beautiful even when you're being mean to me?" Steve dramatically tossed his glasses onto his desk as you chuckle. He scoops up Spitz onto his shoulder as he stands up and walks over to you.

"You're gonna start sneezing if you get him too close to your face."

Steve turns rubbing his face into the side of the cat, just to spite you. Spitz purrs louder, just enjoying the weird sense of affection. Laughing, he moves his head away, blowing harsh air out. Just trying to get a few loose pieces of cat hair off his mouth.

"You heard from the doctor, I'm not allergic anymore and we got a hypoallergenic cat just to be on the safe side." He smiles proudly as he leans in, kissing your lips quickly and carries Spitz out to the couch.

Following not close behind. Reaching the living room, you sit on the couch, leaning back against the arm, you throw your legs onto the soft plush of the seat cushions.

Steve moves over, setting Spitz down on your chest. You watch as Steve climbs over you, wrapping his arms around your hips and lays his head on your stomach with a content sigh. Spitz starts turning and moves down, jumping onto Steve's back and lying down.

"Well, now you're trapped. Spitz has chosen his favorite for the day." You sigh, making Steve laugh, it's been this way since you got him.

"What can I say, he has great taste." Steve smiles, earning a flick to the forehead.

Even if the cat prefers Steve most days, you don't care. What matters is everything worked out in your favor. Even if Steve was still allergic, you had a feeling the cat would still be in the house. Only because Steve loves you so much.

But now, having Spitz here, you're content.

Eddie Munson

"Fuck our landlord, we're getting the cat."

Eddie grunts as he pushes the amp into the back of his van. It was too cold to be doing this shit by himself. He walks back over to the sidewalk, grabbing the last amp and hoists it into the back of the van. Closing it up tight. Now all he had to do was pick up his girlfriend and head to his show in the city.

Letting out a harsh breath, he leaned against the door, collecting himself. Patting his pocket, he felt his keys, thanking himself for remembering this time. Climbing into the van, he slides his keys into the ignition hoping for his old shit box to kick on in the cold.

"Please work, I don't want her walking home in the cold just to call fucking triple A."

He sighs in relief as the engine kicks on, no issue this time. He turns the radio up and waits for the van to warm up. Soon he starts thinking back about his girlfriend calling him earlier from work on her break. Saying something about a surprise she had.

Not long later, he's out front of the local tailor, the door flings open as you come rushing out in your thick dark red parka jacket. The snow starts to come down, sticking to your hair and lashes before you can climb into the van.

"Hey Beautiful, how was work?" Eddie asks, leaning over as you move in giving him his usual kiss.

"Long, boring, usual. But I have my surprise!" You unzip your parka, starting to frantically look around your inner pockets.

"God damnit, where is it?!" Finally, you feel the glossy texture pulling it out of your jacket pocket. You excitedly smile by kicking your feet for a sec and showing him. He takes the polaroid you hand him and turns it over.

A cute little black kitten stares back at him with big yellow eyes as it sits on a red blanket of some kind.

"Aww." Eddie coos, looking at the picture and back at you. "One of your coworkers got a cat?"

"One of my coworker's cats had kittens and she's having a hard time getting this little girl adopted. Isn't she the cutest?" Eddie smiles with a nod as he looks back at the polaroid.

"How could anyone not want her? She's adorable."

'Poor thing must be lonely...' He thinks, his smile getting brighter and bigger as he looks at the picture.

You look at Eddie as he seems to be really admiring this cat. The smile on his face almost reminds you of how he looks at you in a way.

"Eddie."

"Hmm?" His attention comes back to you, smiling at him as he's still smiling wide.

"Do you want the cat?" You chuckle as he looks back at the picture, knowing how this was going to end.

"Yeah, yeah I do. She's cute and... I feel bad no one wants her." He slowly sits the picture down on the console as you nod.

"Soft spot for outcasts... Even animals, huh?" You smirk as he sighs, leaning towards the car window.

"Shut up." He grumbled, pulling away from the tailor shop, glancing back over at you, he asked lowly. "Do you want a cat?"

"Of course I do, she's precious. But you know our landlord's gonna be pissed if he finds out we have a cat." Eddie smirks, raising his eyebrows. You're just trying to be the responsible one, unlike your boyfriend.

"Fuck our landlord, we're getting the cat."

A few weeks later...

"Hey!" Eddie whispered aggressively at the cat sitting in front of his old acoustic guitar. Batting at the strings, causing a low thumping noise from the headstock hitting the wall to echo in the living room of the small apartment.

"It's 4 in the morning, it's too early for this." He bends over, picking up the black kitten off the floor and into his hand. Turning to look into his eyes, she stared at him. Ears pinned to the top of her head, pupils nearly swallowing her yellow eyes.

"Orion Judas Munson, if you don't calm down I'm putting you in time out." He tried to sound stern but her attention snapped away from him and back to the acoustic guitar, her favorite toy.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you little shit." Eddie stares at Orion as she turns back to him and immediately starts biting his fingers.

It would hurt if it weren't for years of guitar and built up calluses. Sighing, he turns, walking back to bed with Orion in his hands as she continues her playful biting. He couldn't help but smile at her.

Even if she is an ornery little shit, she's still his ornery little shit.

Laying down Eddie sets her down in-between him and you.

You stir in your sleep, turning your head over your shoulder from laying on your side.

"Everything okay?" You ask, very tired sounding.

"Everything's fine Sweetheart. Orions just being herself again. Just go back to sleep." Eddie yawns as he feels the kitten start attacking his hand again.

You turn over as Eddie relaxes on his side, just letting Orion do her thing until she eventually gets tired.

"How can one small thing like her be so much trouble?" You ask, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you yawn.

"I asked myself the same thing about you when we first started dating." Eddie says, giving a soft smile in your direction before he notices Orion stops biting his fingers.

You roll your eyes with a smile before looking down at the cat curling up closer to Eddie.

Orion starts softly purring as Eddie scratches the top of her head.

"Just had to pacify her for a little while." He chuckles at looking back at you as you just smile at him and reach out to rub his forearm with your nails.

"Worst then a damn baby." He adds with a heavy sigh as he finally shuts his eyes, relaxing on his pillow.

"A cat? Really?" You laugh, shutting your eyes, staying it as a joke. "Does that mean you actually want to have a baby then?"

"I mean..." Eddie's eyes open, looking in your direction as he leaned over. "I wouldn't be against trying."

"Not with the cat in bed!"

Jonathan Byers

"I don't know, I've never owned a cat before!"

Jonathan stared at the mountain of white and brown fur lying belly up in the only streak of light on the living room floor.

"So... Is this like... All they do usually?" He questions, looking back at you folding a basket of laundry at the kitchen counter.

"Yeah pretty much. They just usually sleep unless they get sudden bursts of energy."

You look over at Patches, a pet of a coworker who asked you to watch her while on vacation. The cats had only been in the house for a few hours and Jonathan was fascinated by her so far.

"Huh..." Reaching for the end table, he grabs his camera, standing slowly up off the couch as he raises the camera to his eye.

The cat suddenly turned on her side. Jonathan groans.

"God damnit. That would have been such a nice picture..." Jonathan turned back to you as you were about to lift the basket of laundry. "No no no!"

Quickly dropping his camera on the couch cushion, as he grabs the basket from your hands, setting it back down.

"You heard what the doctor said. Nothing strenuous. You're supposed to be on bed rest anyway, go lay down." You stare at him, hand on your hip rubbing your very round stomach.

"Jonathan. It's a basket of laundry." He turns his head, giving you that kicked puppy look you can never resist.

'He's just trying to help because he's concerned. Don't get impatient with him.'

"I'm sorry, thank you for trying to help... But she's 4 days overdue. Walking around isn't going to hurt me. If anything, it helps."

"I know, I'm just so paranoid. I just want her here already." Jonathan sighs, picking the basket up and heads towards his shared bedroom.

You watch him set the basket on the bed and start putting laundry away from your spot next to the counter. Turning your head, you see Patches back to her position from before.

Waddling over to the couch, you grab Jonathan's camera, putting the strap around the back of your neck, you aim and shoot, finally capturing what your husband's been trying to achieve the past few hours.

You smile proud of yourself as you admire the adorableness this cat is. Walking closer, you realize she isn't running from you.

'He'd be so happy to have a close up.'

It's the least you could do for him with how on edge he's been the past few days.

Stepping closer, you squat, aim the camera at her precious face and snap the picture with a smile of admiration.

Satisfied with your work, you try to stand when you feel a... gusp of liquid suddenly fall out of you and onto the carpeted floor. Your eyes go wide staring at the spot under you.

"Oh... Oh no... Jonathan!" Quick footsteps come out of the room from behind you.

"Oh my God!" Jonathan rushes over to you, helping you stand up straight. "Is that your... Did it!?"

He can't seem to form a proper sentence as you feel relatively calm oddly enough.

"My water broke." His eyes go wide, he's obviously trying not to panic at the moment and he's not doing the best.

"Okay. Okay. Okay." He keeps repeating himself, looking around the living room.

"The bags in the hall closet." You start walking towards the front door as he jumps into action.

"The bag! Yes, the bag! I have my keys." He quickly moves to the hall closet, grabbing the bag and heads out the front door, shutting it behind him.

You stand there for a second, amazed almost... By how he forgot his pregnant wife.

"You! I forgot you, I'm so sorry!" He looks embarrassed as he comes rushing through the front door, putting an arm around you to help you outside. You can't help but laugh. It's odd seeing Jonathan start panicking since he's usually the calm one between you two.

"We should drive past where Hopper's posted at the edge of town and he can let Mom know. She'll call everyone..."

Reaching the front door, he looked back at Patches on the floor, completely unbothered by the sudden chaos.

"Do we... Take the cat with us?" Your head snaps around as you're about to step outside.

"To the hospital!?"

"I don't know, I've never owned a cat before!"

A year later...

"Jude, look at Mommy!" Your daughter lifts her head from her toys on the floor, looking up at you shaking a rattle. Jonathan quickly takes a picture of her in her special birthday outfit. The '1 year' crown on her head is a little too big for her.

You both laugh as she smiles up at you, the sweet moment soon ruined by the sound of nails against the kitchen floor as a short-haired Tortoiseshell cat comes running into the living room. Tumbling over nothing and launching herself off the floor, her back arched as she stared at her owners.

"Hi Bowie." Jonathan laughed looking at the cat, then back to Jude. The baby just stared at the cat, reaching her tiny hand out as if she could pet her from across the room. Bowie relaxed, walking over and rubbed against his smallest owner.

You both admire the cute sight that is your cat and daughter. Jonathan took a few pictures of the two of them together. Your eyes light up as an idea pops into your head.

"We should start making family picture Christmas cards this year." You smile, looking at Jonathan as he lowers his camera looking at you, very obviously amused by the idea.

"Buttercup," he starts, taking a soft breath before meeting your eyes and continuing, "it's August. Christmas is 5 months away. As much as I admire and love how you're planning ahead... Maybe not this early?"

"Aw c'mon Jon. Just picture it. Jude and Bowie in matching Christmas sweaters. It would be adorable!"

"You want Bowie in the picture?" He asks, chuckling softly as if he didn't already know the answer.

"She's apart from this family just as much as the rest of us. Aren't you Bow?" You both look over as Bowie freezes from grooming her smallest owner. Her mismatched eyes grow wide as she bolts off into another room in the house without even looking back.

"And to think... You didn't want her at first." Jonathan teases you before standing up to pull Jude into his arms.

"We just had Jude, she just fell into our lap at a weird time. I don't love her any less. I was just scared of juggling her and a newborn." Jonathan nodded, looking at Jude with a broad smile.

"God it's so hard to think she's 1 already." You turn, walking over to the counter, grabbing Jude's babybook the two of you had been looking at earlier that morning.

Flipping it open, you see the first picture of you holding her for the first time after just giving birth. Jonathan leaning over you from your left side.

Jude Joyce Byers August 26th 1993, so lovingly written in cursive under the photo.

You sniffle as Jonathan walks over with Jude.

"I know, she's already growing up." Jonathan reaches over, wiping his eyes with his thumb.

"You sound your mother." You say, stifling back a sob as you cling to your husband's open side. He chuckles, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

"I know, but at least mom isn't here to start crying with you. Not til later at the party."

"Geema!" Jude speaks, her 4 tooth smile lighting up the room. Jonathan and you immediately look at her. Both baffled.

"You... Did she just say Geema?!" You ask, a smile spreading on your face as Jonathan silently nods.

"Your first word on your birthday!?" Jonathan sniffs now, his eyes welling with tears quickly as he tries blinking them away and looking at the ceiling.

"Jonathan, it's okay. This is a good thing. She's just developing quickly." He shakes his head.

"She's 1 right now, but next thing you know she'll be graduating high school and bringing people home to meet us." You cover your mouth just watching your husband trying desperately to keep his composer. Jonathan looks down at Jude as he shakes his head.

"How about we not worrying about years and years from now?" You suggest, as he sighs, his face turning stern.

"You're not allowed to date anyone till you're 30." Jonathan tickles his daughter's stomach, cute giggling filling the living room as he smiles.

Bowie comes running in out of nowhere, bolting through the living room and grabbing all your attention. She runs into the kitchens, nails hitting the linoleum floor. A hollow crashing noise is heard in the kitchen. You sigh as you look at Jonathan.

"Leave it to Bowie to ruin a sentimental moment."

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