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Strung | Eddie x Steve x Reader

Summary: Eddie's always liked dishing out punishments, and when Steve fucks up, it's up to you and Eddie to make sure he learns his lesson. GN! READER!

Warnings: 18+ CONTENT, minors DNI. Dom! Reader, Dom! Eddie, Sub! Steve. Handcuffs, oral (male receiving) protected sex, pet names, teasing, edging, cum swallowing, slight s&m play, aftercare, kissing, vibrators!

Request: No

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Another Steddie x Reader fic for you all! This took me a while to figure out, and as you'll notice it is GN! for the reader, because I wanted everyone to be able to read it, plus I'm wanting to do more gn! reader fics. Enjoy!

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The buzzing was the first thing you heard when you made it up the stairs of Steve’s second floor. It wasn’t loud, more like a faint sound that could nearly be mistaken for being outside, but as you got closer and closer to his bedroom door, you knew exactly where the noise was coming from.

When Eddie told you he was heading to Steve’s after his shift ended at the record store, you could tell the metal head had something devious in his mind. Sure, you wanted to know what, wanted to know why, but you also knew it would be a better surprise. And undoubtedly, Eddie wasn’t going to be the one to spill secrets so easily.

“Look, I’m not telling you anything, baby. But just know, our boy is in for it when I see him later.” That was the only thing Eddie said when he came by the diner, picking up some lunch for the two of them and brushing a kiss against your cheek. “Come by after your shift, I think Steve would enjoy a night in.” And then the long-haired man was gone, out the door and into his van, leaving you to wonder about the rest of the day.

It was early evening when you got to Steve’s place, dumped your bag on the kitchen bench, kicked off your sneakers at the front door and quickly made your way up to his room, and when you came through the bedroom door, you nearly fainted at the sight.

“Oh finally.” Eddie looks up from Steve when he hears you enter, a wicked smirk on his face and dark eyes dancing with a dangerous glee. Steve’s looking like he’s trapped in a mixture of heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, hands cuffed above his head and secured to the headboard, whole body naked and a vibrator resting on his stomach, turned on and buzzing against his skin. “Look here, Stevie, our darling finally joined us.”

Steve only lets out a loud moan, desperate for some sort of touch and friction on his leaking cock. It’s certainly a sight, seeing the man so strung out against the mattress, hair a mess and face scrunched up as the tip of the vibrator brushes against the base of his cock.

“Holy fuck, Eds. When you said you had a plan and that Steve was in for it, I just thought you were gonna mess with him, not torture.” Eddie’s at your side then, lips sucking at your pulse point without hesitation, hands already under your shirt and sliding over your sides, eliciting a shiver from you.

“Well, I heard from dear Buckley, that our Stevie boy was flirting with some customers yesterday. You know how he is, always such an attention seeker.” Steve whines at Eddie’s statement, shaking his head furiously, fingers curling as Eddie picks up the vibrator and brushes it against the tip of Steve’s dick.

“Not true…fuck Eddie.” Steve lurches up into the touch, another lot of pre-cum dribbling out of his hard dick, eyes opening for a moment to catch your gaze. “Munson’s got it all wrong, I promise.” You knew that tone, knew that Steve was making up excuses, saying anything he could to try and get out of the punishment that Eddie had planned for him. But you weren’t going to be easy on him either. And he knew that when you moved closer to the bed, sitting on the edge and moving your hand over his chest, catching his nipples with your nails slightly.

“Oh, hush, pretty boy. If Eddie says you deserved to be punished, then who am I to disagree?” Much to Steve’s relief, you finally kiss him, leaning down and brushing a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling against his lips as he whines into the kiss.

Eddie’s gone back to toying with him, moving the vibrator up and down Steve’s cock, watching as Steve shivers and shakes from the waves of pleasure. You and Steve both knew Eddie could be a menace when he had all the power, would push the two of you to the brink over and over until he was satisfied, and you couldn’t help but catch the dangerous glint in his eye, suddenly knowing that Steve was in for a lot tonight.

You loved nights like this when Steve was like putty in your hands and Eddie held all the power over the preppy rich boy. Sure, it was always fun with the two of them, but on nights like this, there was an extra level of pleasure, a strong sense of need and sweet want. The night was all about Steve, punishing him for whatever transgression Eddie thought he committed, and you were just along for the ride.

“Now, I’m thinking, Stevie here deserves to learn what happens when he’s not the faithful boy he ought to be.” Eddie’s whispering in your ear, lips brushing against your skin and hands shucking your shirt simultaneously, tossing it away to the other side of the room. Steve’s watching the two of you, eyes hooded and lips strung in a firm line.

“What are you suggesting, Eds?” Eddie’s hands are in your pants then, rubbing right where you need him, firm and creating enough friction that you couldn’t help but buck into him, making him groan in response, already so desperate for you.

“Oh, come on guys. Stop teasing me!” Steve’s voice is high, glaring at the two of you, but he’s quickly eating his words when you lean forward from Eddie’s grip and pinch the tip of his cock, bringing his rising orgasm to a stuttering stop.

“Uh, uh. You know the rules, Harrington. You wanna keep talking back, you’ll just get punished more.” Steve throws his head back in response, wanting some sort of release so desperately he was willing to beg for it. But you and Eddie never gave him a chance, especially when Eddie finally tore your jeans off you, discarding your underwear in the process.

Steve could see everything then, your bare body next to Eddie’s, your already slick thighs, Eddie’s hardening cock, everything so perfect and all for him. Or it should have been all for him, if he didn’t fuck up like he did.

“Aw, you see that Stevie? Our darling is all ready and perfect for us. Shame you’re not going to get anything tonight.” Eddie’s kissing you, groping at your chest and letting his lips travel up and down your neck, body splayed out between your thighs, the perfect view for Steve to watch the show. And what a show it is, for the both of you, Steve strung out with the vibrator still against his cock, not high enough for him to come, and Eddie touching you right where you need him.

“You know, Steve looks so pretty there, Eds.” Your voice is breathy, and you feel Eddie nodding behind you, hands on your waist to keep you steady as you lean into Steve’s space. “I wonder what he’ll look like when he’s all covered in come, begging for us.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You keep speaking like that and you’ll have me blowing too early to make tonight worth it.” Eddie watches you with a grin as you take Steve’s cock in your hand, finally giving the man some sweet relief, his body arching in response. “How about this Stevie? You get to come once with our baby’s hand around your cock, and then we get to choose how to ruin you.”

Before Eddie’s even finished speaking, Steve is nodding his head furiously, bucking into your touch and whining for you to quicken your pace, making sure not to speak in case you’d inflict more punishments. He’s in heaven, your hand going at just the right speed against his hard and weeping cock that he’s seeing stars, doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not. He wants to last longer, wants to be good for you and Eddie, but after already being teased for nearly an hour by a cruel metal head, Steve knows he’s at his brink.

Except he’s not ready for your mouth suddenly on him, or Eddie’s lips against his nipples, and soon Steve’s gasping, groaning, screaming into the space of the room, bucking furiously against the bed and fucking your face with no regard for your comfort. You were truly fine with it, happy to see one of your boys so blissed out with pleasure, and when you pull away, leaving a trail of saliva on Steve’s cock, he can’t help but come, falling off the edge.

Eddie pulls away, not wanting to overstimulate Steve too much, and turns back to you, a hand going to your head and pulling you into him, kissing you with a speed you didn’t quite expect. It’s not fast, more slow and gentle, but that didn’t mean Eddie suddenly wanted to slow things down, you knew he was just getting started when his hand went to the apex of your thighs, fingers gliding over where you needed him the most.

“I think, it’s time we get our own back, sweetheart. You ready for Steve’s cock?” Eddie’s already put a condom on Steve, not even needing to hear your very firm “yes” or see Steve’s wanting nods. You’re already ready for Steve, followed the directions Eddie gave you before he left you at the diner, and when you sink down onto Steve, it doesn’t take you long to adjust to his girth or length.

It’s perfect, the feel of him inside you, the way his fists clenched, the way his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie’s watching with a smirk, hand working over his cock as he motions you to start moving on Steve, give him the pleasure you both think he deserves.

“Stevie, look at me for a second, doll. I’m gonna use your mouth now, but if you need to stop at all, you drop this bell.” Eddie presses the small bell into one of Steve’s hands, and the younger man is looking at him with such affection even as you ride against him, his cock finally hitting that perfect spot inside you.

And then Eddie’s sliding into his mouth, not giving the man any time to adjust or take a breath. Steve’s already spluttering, but Eddie doesn’t care, just wants what’s his, and starts pumping his cock into Steve’s mouth. You know what Steve’s mouth can do, had him between your thighs more times than you can count at this point, and when Eddie lets out a guttural groan and leans against the headboard, you know exactly how he feels.

“Fuck, look out our boy, sweetheart. Such a slut for both of us. I reckon if we asked him to do anything right now he wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.” Eddie’s chuckling, a hand in Steve’s hair to angle his mouth the way the metalhead wants it, and you can’t help but shiver, leaning in so your hands rest against Steve’s chest. Eddie’s watching you shift your hips on Steve’s cock, running a hand up your back in an attempt to soothe you from the pleasure that has started to rack your body.

“Oh, I think I have the perfect idea then.” You’re looking right at Steve as you suddenly lift yourself off his cock, emitting a whine from the sweaty boy. “Aw, poor baby boy, so close to coming, aren’t you?” You’re resting on his thighs, and Steve might die right there when you leave his cock, letting it bob against his stomach, so close to another orgasm. “How about this, Steve? You make me cum first, and you might get to come afterwards, but before Eddie.” Eddie’s laughing then, knowing you’re offering Steve a deal he can’t refuse, even though he feels like he’s at the brink, but he’s still nodding, cock poking the inside of his mouth as Eddie still uses him like a breathing cock sleeve.

You’re riding Steve again, then, rough and fast and exactly how you need it. And he’s whining against Eddie’s cock, the sound muffled and wet in his mouth, his hands clenched closed and eyelids fluttering in delight.

The edge is getting closer and closer for you, his cock hitting all the right places, and when Eddie leans over and nips at your neck, tweaks one of your nipples, you’re falling over that edge. It’s perfect, both boys not being able to look away as your body wracks with aftershocks and you ride the rest of your orgasm, skin sweaty and eyes closed in pleasure. It’s such a sight that Steve can’t hold back his own orgasm, crying out loudly and filling the condom. His body is arching, Eddie quickly pulling his cock from Steve’s mouth so the man underneath him can breathe, and Steve can’t help but shake and gasp, overwhelmed with his own pleasure, eyes clenched shut when you slowly release him, letting his softening cock hit his stomach.

Everyone is silent for a moment, Eddie’s eyes wide and grin shining in the darkness of the room, and Steve and you both needed some time to gain your breath back, leaning against each other.

“Holy shit, if I knew tonight was going to end like that, I would have cuffed you a lot sooner, Harrington.” Eddie’s voice is soft, still stunned as you and Steve lay in a pile, too blissed out to do anything else. But Eddie can take care of himself, wants to do it himself, and Steve lets out no objection when Eddie cums on his chest, a small moan escaping when the fluid hits his skin, Eddie sinking into the mattress next to the both of you.

After a couple of minutes of stillness, Eddie’s uncuffed Steve’s hands and rubbed his wrists, making sure his skin wasn’t cut or rubbed too hard. Steve’s finally come down from his high, but now he’s feeling sticky and gross, and wants nothing else but a hot shower and maybe some takeout before the three of you collapse into his bed. With clean sheets of course.

You’re moving around, a wash cloth from the bathroom in your hand to wipe down you and Steve, breath mints for Steve and the lotion Eddie uses after putting restraints on someone. It’s a methodical system, each attending to the other when needed, and it works well for the three of you. And soon you’re all in Steve’s obscenely big shower, the three of you under the hot spray of water, hands against skin, lips against pulses and soap suds in hair (and Eddie’s eye much to his annoyance.)

It’s this perfect picture, the three of you somehow managing to make it work when the forces of the world are against it. And no one argues when Steve picks up the phone and orders burgers with fries, Eddie chooses some dumb horror movie none of you will watch, and you make the bed with clean sheets.

“We…we didn’t go too hard with you, did we, Harrington?” It’s only later when Eddie asks the question, resting against the headboard of the bed with your head in his lap and Steve’s side resting against his. You can see Steve shaking his head, chewing his food before answering the older man.

“Eds, you know I would have told you if you were. I would have dropped the bell or used the safeword.” Eddie lets out a sigh in relief because he knows Steve is right, knows that Steve won’t put himself in harm's way with the two of you. In scenes like that, you’re there to look after him, and he’s not going to break that trust just for some moments of pleasure. “Also, to be honest…I think I like the vibrator.” Steve’s sheepish now, but you and Eddie are grinning at each other, happy with the result and that confession.

“We’ll keep that in mind, baby. Now hush, the both of you. I’m trying to watch the movie.” Eddie and Steve laugh at your final statement, knowing you’re not really watching, but they shut up anyway, exchanging soft kisses and hand squeezes.

It’s not conventional, the three of you, nor is it simple or always sweet and always perfect. But it’s good, and fun and what you need in this moment of time. And if that’s the little slice of paradise you get right now, then you’ll take it. You’d rather that than be strung tight all the time.

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hart269 · 2 years

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Steve : How are we looking?

Eddie : Sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, sure, we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless.

Y/N : In conclusion, pretty amazing.

Robin, sighing : Demobats are coming our way

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munson-memories · 8 months

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MDNI

Sure monster eddie is hot but what about monster reader?

He reads heavy metal magazine, this is where it starts

Eddie is a monster fucker

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson headcanon #smut #eddie munson x gn reader #eddie munson x male reader #gay eddie munson #bi eddie munson

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mrsjellymunson · 7 months

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Hello! 👋

Hi, hello, I’m Kittie and I’m obsessed with Stranger Things, plus other weird and bizarre TV and films. Welcome to my Masterlist! (Yes, I’m finally calling it that 😆). I’m married to Eddie Munson and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. I write for Eddie Munson (x fem! or gn!reader) and sometimes Steddie, and a single Joe Quinn RPF has made it in here somehow. I hope to write for other characters at some point, and already have ideas for Mr Clarke and some of the girls.

I’m new to fandom (and old, in Tumblr terms at least), so I might get things wrong while I find my feet so please be kind. I’m new to writing but am enjoying myself immensely. I’d love to be friends so please feel free to message or ‘ask’ 😊

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Content key:

💗Fluff ❤️Mature themes ❤️‍🔥Smut 🖤Dark themes 🌟Most popular 👌Personal favourite

MASTERLIST 👇👇👇👇

EDDIE MUNSON:

SERIES:

KNOCK AT THE CABIN (Eddie Munson x fem!reader, post-S4) Prologue❤️🖤 Part One (coming soon) ❤️🖤 Part Two❤️🖤💗 Part Three❤️🖤💗❤️‍🔥

THE BIOLOGY TUTOR (Eddie Munson x fem!reader) Lesson 1: Female Anatomy ❤️❤️‍🔥🌟 Lesson 2: Male Anatomy 💗❤️‍🔥👌 Extra Credits 01: Communication Skills❤️❤️‍🔥 Extra Credits 02: French💗❤️ Lesson 3: Human Reproduction💗❤️‍🔥 Extra Credits 03: Latin 💗❤️‍🔥 Extra Credits 04: Social Studies❤️💗

Oneshots, 5+1’s, short fics, drabs (newest first):

That Was You? 💗 (Eddie Munson x fem! or gn!reader) 1.6k. A meet cute in a record store.

Take Care of Me 🖤❤️💗 (Eddie Munson x fem!reader) 7.4k. Eddie rescues you after a disastrous date REQUESTED

The Boy Is Mine, Kittie’s edition: an Eddie Munson community-building writing exercise 💗❤️ (Eddie Munson x fem!reader) 1.6k. A romantic night in at the trailer, using prop & dialogue prompts

Candyman, Candyman, Candyman 💗 (Eddie Munson x fem! or gn!reader) ~2.1k. A Valentine’s 5+1: Five times you get to give Eddie a kiss, and one time he kisses you back

S.A.N.T.A. BABY 💗❤️‍🔥👌 (Eddie Munson x fem!reader) ~10k. A festive 5+1: Five times you embarrass yourself in front of Eddie, and one time you don’t…

Hello, Stranger 💗❤️🖤 (Eddie Munson x gn!reader) 6.2k. A stranger buys weird stuff at odd times, and as the cashier at the local hardware store you’re not sure what to make of it…

Thinking About Dom!Eddie’s Thighs ❤️❤️‍🔥👌 (Eddie Munson x gn!reader)

Something To Crow About 💗❤️👌 (Eddie Munson x gn!reader) Eddie dresses as Eric Draven.

Leaving Hawkins? Come Again Soon! ❤️❤️‍🔥 (Eddie Munson x Patrick Verona x fem!reader). Eddie and Patrick make your last night in Hawkins a memorable one (coming soon)

JOSEPH QUINN:

Happy Halloween, Love ❤️❤️‍🔥🖤 (Joseph Quinn x fem!reader, RPF) wc: ~4.4k. Joe raids the costume department at work and conspires to make this Halloween your most memorable yet

STEDDIE:

Ficlets/minifics written for a one word prompt and to a word count (newest first):

Turning P!nk💗

Fool Me💗❤️

‘It’s My Birthday!’💗❤️

Pin Me❤️

The Edge of Insanity❤️❤️‍🔥

Fill Me (dom!Steve)❤️‍🔥

Fill Me (dom!Eddie)❤️‍🔥

Filler ❤️🌟👌

Play Me💗

What’s His Name Again?💗

Find Me ❤️🖤

Teach Me❤️❤️‍🔥👌

Steve’s Keychain💗

Mud Cakes & Pancakes💗

Special Treatment v2❤️

Special Treatment v1❤️

Fic recs (coming soon)

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hot-pota-toes · 1 year

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Morning Cuddles

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Summary: You have to get up for work in the morning but it's a little difficult with your boyfriend's arms wrapped tightly around you.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: weed is mentioned once, a lot of fluff

A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever! I've had this idea sitting comfortably in my brain for what feels like a whole year, so I finally said screw it and wrote it down, and now I’m posting it. This takes place before the events of season four or maybe just in a completely different universe where everyone is alive and happy :)) Hope you enjoy it!!

You gently drifted awake to the warm early morning sunlight spilling into the bedroom through cheap curtains. As your surroundings became more clear. The week old clothes scattered along the floor. The posters and random doodles that covered every inch of the bedroom walls. You were reminded that you're not in your own apartment, but in your boyfriend's trailer and bed. The boy still sound asleep next to you.

Your head tucked gently into his chest as his chin rested upon your own head. His long arms were wrapped around you, similar to a child squeezing their favorite teddy bear. Your legs intertwined, holding you as closely as he possibly could. You felt warm and protected being pressed into his chest, listening to his gentle snores.

When he held you like this, it somehow made his twin size bed feel so much bigger. Unfortunately, the realization came that you would soon have to leave the comfort of your boyfriend's arms. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes before Eddie's alarm clock would go off (you had thankfully remembered to set it up last night before falling asleep), signaling the start of another grueling day at a job you didn’t care for.

Not wanting to disturb your peaceful surroundings, you stifled a groan, and instead let out a long, soft sigh as you turned over to rub the sleep from your eyes, as gracefully and with as few movements as possible, so as not to wake the warm safety that lay next to you.

You and Eddie had known each other your entire lives growing up together, from climbing trees in the woods and playing pretend when you were children, to weekly movie nights in middle school, to hotboxing his van the first night he got the keys. But it wasn't until high school when Eddie had told you he’d had feelings for you his entire life. Not being able to imagine a life without Eddie, you agreed to go out with him only to realize just how much you loved him too. Time you weren’t spending with him was time you spent thinking about him, and when he was around, you felt free.

You felt like you didn’t have to hide yourself, watch your every move, stringently guard yourself for fear of others ruining the things you had built within your castle walls. You were a private person, years of fortification having constructed barriers of the hardest stone, and Eddie somehow had found the key to the door of your castle. Maybe it was the way his deep brown eyes looked at you, not just looking, but seeing. Maybe it was the way he smiled, the light in his face brightening the entire room. Maybe it was the way he touched you, gently and respectfully, the warm skin of his hands making everything inside you melt.

He stirred, not yet fully awake, but adjusting to this new position. One arm hugged your waist while the other was tucked under your head, serving as a pillow where you had foregone yours. He nuzzled the top of your head. His eyes still closed.

This started out as a rare occurrence when you would spend the night. It happened one night, after you had spent the day together, and when the time had come for you to separate, you didn’t want to drive back to your apartment alone, nor did he want to leave you. The pure desire to be close to one another intoxicated the both of you, and you spent the night tangled in the sheets, wanting nothing more than for that moment to never end.

You buried your face in his chest, letting the smell of his detergent mixed with his deodorant fill your nose, the scent so comforting that you began to drift back to sleep.

And then the alarm clock went off.

You both took a deep breath, stirring awake. You reached behind Eddie towards the clock on the nightstand, but your movement was restricted by the two long arms that were still wrapped around you. The more you moved away, the more he latched onto you, burying his face in the space between your neck and your shoulder.

“Edd–“ you started. You didn’t really know how you were going to finish that statement, but you knew he was the obstacle between you and stopping the blaring sound yelling at you from just slightly too far away.

He mumbled a low groan into your skin, and you felt the vibration, tempting you to stay.

“Eddie please.”

He groaned again, slightly louder and assuredly more distressed than before, now wrapping his legs around you, pulling you tighter. You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as you made gentle attempts to free yourself, his hands going back to you and arms holding you tighter the more you tried to escape.

“I need to get up.” You pleaded.

“No you don’t.” He slurred in a tired response, his voice rough with sleep.

After more struggling, you finally managed to free yourself just enough to reach the alarm clock with your right hand stretched as far out as it would go, the top half of your body twisting uncomfortably away from your captor. Grabbing hold of the clock, you haphazardly grabbed the whole clock so that you could bring the device closer, locating the alarm’s off button. Its red numbers are no longer flashing.

You gently placed the clock back to its place on the nightstand and returned your body to its natural position, still being tightly bound by lanky limbs that had no intention of letting go. You decided to try a different approach.

Having wrenched yourself upward in your escape attempts, his face was now in your chest, his brown curls tickling your nose. You began petting his hair down, creating a spot to place a soft kiss.

“Eds, baby…” you murmured into his hair.

He didn’t reply. You continued petting and kissed again.

“I have to go to work.”

Still no reply.

“Not all of us get weekends off cause they're still in high school” Part of you was jealous. Okay, a lot of you was jealous. Eddie and you were supposed to graduate together, but that didn't end up happening with him being held back. Twice.

He sleepily breathed out a laugh. “You could just quit.”

You laughed in response, once again leaning away, trying once more to release yourself from his grasp. This time, he relented slightly enough so that you could sit up, but as you did so, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling himself to your hips and weighing you down.

“Eddie,” you groaned in mock frustration as you put your hand on his back, trying to rub him awake, “You know damn well how badly I want to stay here with you…”

He murmured an affirmation, as well as what might have been words if they hadn’t been so muffled.

“…But I really do need to get up.”

Not moving, he repeated the same low whine from before.

“It’s only going to be a few hours,” you bargained.

He snorted. “Yeah, like, nine of them.“

You rolled your eyes. Not wanting to spend the whole day in your place of work either, but knowing that you had to. “Yeah. Like I said. A few.” You both chuckled. “It’s not gonna be forever. I’ll come back here after work…”

You lifted his arm, which was heavy as he had no intention of helping you move it, and placed it to the side, sliding out of his other one. As you moved to a kneeling position and looked down at him, his eyes were half-open, meeting yours, practically reaching out for you. You leaned forward and kissed him on his temple, caressing the side of his face. “…And then we can pick up right where we left off.”

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lovelyhamstring · 2 years

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Bruised & Bloody | part 1

Eddie Munson x plus size fem!reader

summary Eddie defends your honor, never leaving unscathed, he asks you to come patch him up at his place and you learn the secret crush you've had may have been mutual. request by @psychedelephantt (im sorry this took so long but part two will be up tonight <3)

word count 3.0k+

author's note i haven't slept since watching vol 2, that shit was intense buuuuut this part is really just the pre story to the smut in part 2 but ya girl needs sleep and i wanna focus a whole fic on the filth lmao so enjoy part 1 :) not proof read plz bare w me

warning swearing, fluff, insecurity, covered by fake confidence, reader has a praise kink fs, physical violence, sexual tension, making out, leading up to smut

Always with the feeling of immediate regret. Immediate regret of what you wore, as you've been told most clothes people with your body type wear "distract" others, immediate regret of what you ate the night before knowing that you'd wake up bloated, but the biggest regret you had so far, was the regret you felt after feeling the words "go fuck yourself" leave your lips, much louder than you intended, to none other than Jason Carver. "What the fuck did you just say to me, lard ass" Jason spoke, enunciating the last words, making sure entire lunch room knew exactly who he's talking to, as everyone grew quiet from the sudden eruption.

The blood in your veins gushing hot, short breaths and pure adrenalin making you slightly dizzy. The anger you feel is so intense that you don't even notice that every eye of the student body is on you and as per usual, not a teacher in sight. You're not one to over react about these things, knowing that kids just bully to feel better about themselves. So normally you just let the comments made about your appearance slide, especially since most are too afraid to say them at a tone louder than whispering under their breath. This time though, Jason and his goons decided to pull some kindergarten shit and trip "the fat girl". A tray full of too squishy meatloaf and watery mashed potatoes covering your chest as you fell face first on the floor, landing into the five-star meal.

You stand back up, not bothering to wipe anything from your chest as all you could hear for a split second was the laughter and gasps coming from those around you. Before you could think, as Jason was walking away smirking to the rest of the basketball team, all that could pass your lips was a crescendoing "go fuck yourself" followed by a slightly lower "you piece of shit" as you look down at the mess on your chest. High school was never meant to be this hard, and I guess it wasn't for the people with a smaller pant size than an 8, a successful school sports background and a style and personality that you could only describe as Abercrombie & Bitch. Being a girl of many labels, while none of them being nice, just puts you in the overall category of outcast.

So there you were, standing in the middle of a dead silent lunch room and not being able to think of what to say, after Jason's "lard ass" comment. He stomped over to you, snatching the front trim of the neck to your shirt, balling his fist as he jolted you forward, your faces now inches apart, bringing you up with such force you were on your toes now. "Watch what you say girl, I wouldn't wanna hurt anything more than your ego today", he spat, the words spoken so harsh you felt like you could hear them grinding through his teeth. You stared at him for a moment, both of you not breaking eye contact.

Suddenly your heels hit the ground again making you stumble back, when you felt Jason abruptly let go of your shirt as he got thrown back from a swift right hook to his jaw, making him fall to the ground. You catch your balance to see none other than Eddie Munson standing over top of the jock, beaming down with a smirk on his face. "Now Jason, you've always been a dick, but now you've stooped to threatening girls? Not a great look my friend”, Eddie spoke with a sarcastic tone as the entire lunchroom stared with wide eyes at the majority ruled "freak" of Hawkins. Jason held his jaw, and without saying a word stood up, swinging a fist towards Eddie's face, Eddie leaned back dodging the first attempted hit. His eyes not leaving Jason, but as much as he knew he could dodge Jason's disoriented hits, 4 of the other basketball players came rushing towards Eddie. "Oh shit", is the last thing he said before the players proceeded to land 3 more hits to his jaw, sending him to the ground as the rest of the team landed some heavy kicks to his stomach, back and chest.

"Stop! Get off of him", you shout, pushing one of the players while they just shrugged you off from them. You go to step in again but that's when two of the teachers, who were nowhere to be found prior, run over to players, pulling them off of the boy and shouting at them to “break it up”. You run over to Eddie, who’s holding his stomach with both arms, his eyes squeezed shut with his breaths short and fast. He’s slightly curled up, he’s still lying on the floor so you crouch down and grip his shoulder, making him jump, his eyes shooting open. “Hey, it’s just me, are you okay”, you say quickly as he looks at you with half lidded eyes. “Oh yeah, never been better”, even when this kid is bruised and bloody he still manages to get in a snide remark. “I can see that, come on let me help you”, you say as he takes your hand, slowly helping him up as he winces slightly holding his side with his other hand.

After a “stern” talking to in the cafeteria corner, they let Jason and the team off with just a slap on the wrist, can’t have the whole basketball team suspended the night before the championship game right? “Are you sure you’re alright, you want me to help you to the nurse or something?” I ask as Eddie sits and leans against a lunch table. “That’s alright doll, I’ll be okay” Eddie said with a low tone looking up at you with a slight smile. That smile combined with him calling you “doll” sent the blood rushing straight to your cheeks, turning your head shyly.

You weren’t usually timid like this, always putting on a confident exterior no matter how you feel, but you’ve had a thing for Eddie since middle school. The shaggy headed, carefree, ambitious, gorgeous boy had been your crush ever since you saw him play with his band way back. You always assumed he wouldn’t like a girl like you, since you saw the way he looked at the other cheerleaders, especially Chrissy Cunningham. You’ve traded a few nods down the hallway and awkward eye contact when you happen to be staring for just a little too long, but other than that you and Eddie were strangers.

“Eddie! Shit man, I thought you were dead for sure!” Dustin yelled running up to you and Eddie. “That shit was crazy, they really beat the hell outta you! But hey, at least you look super heroic, ya know defending y/n’s honor” Dustin said as Mike walked up to you guys, laughing along with Dustin. You had gym class with Mike and Dustin, which really just consisted of the three of you chumming it up in the bleachers for an hour and scratching up fake nurse notes so you guys wouldn’t have to run laps. You’d grown to love the two freshmen, they try to convince you on at least a weekly basis to join Hellfire Club, you always decline saying it’s social suicide, and they never miss the opportunity to remind you, you have no social life besides them. They knew you were always just making up cheap excuses to not join, in reality you just didn’t want to be that close with Eddie, if he didn’t even have the chance to reject you then you could just pretend it wasn’t meant to be.

“Thanks Dusty, that dickhead Carver always thinks he owns shit, but he really shouldn’t have put his hands on you”, Eddie shook his head looking over to you. “I’m used to it from the whole team by now, usually it’s just verbal but today I guess he was feeling spicier”, you said as Eddie tried to stand up, folding over holding his mid section the second his feet were planted. You reached down, throwing his arm over your shoulder trying to help prop him up. “You don’t look so good Ed, you sure you don’t need help?” Mike said as Eddie snickered under his breath. “Yes Wheeler, I’m all good, no need to go all nurse mommy on me” Eddie said, tossing your arm away and ostumbling over to the Hellfire lunch table, grabbing his lunch box. “I’m just gonna call it a day, remember find me a sheepy by tomorrow or it’s your ass” Eddie said making them both chuckle as he walked, more like limped, slowly to the cafeteria doors.

You look back at Eddie who was making his exit and run over to grab your bag. “Y/n, where are you going?” Dustin calls. “Um I’ll catch up with you guys later, I gotta talk to Eddie real quick” you say with a hesitant tone the boys could practically smell on you. They look at you curiously but you aren’t staying for any questions. You walked out the lunchroom, seeing Eddie making his way through the parking lot to his van. For somebody with most likely a few broken ribs, he was moving pretty damn fast. “Munson! Hey, wait” you shout coming out of the school’s side doors, running up to Eddie who was leaning against one of his most prized possessions. “What’s up y/l/n” Eddie says squinting through his fingers trying to shield his eyes from the sun.

You didn’t even know if Eddie knew your name, let alone your last. “You know you really didn’t have to do that back there, I just wanted to say thank you” you said looking straight into his big brown eyes. “You’re good darling, I needed a good ass kicking to reset me anyway” he said smiling down at your giggling face. “But can I ask you something?” he said. “Anything, yeah” you said, almost too quickly. “I didn’t wanna seem weak in front of my boys, I think they messed me up pretty bad if I’m honest, would you mind giving me a hand to patch me back up. I mean I was defending your honor after all” Eddie smirked as your heart started to pick up pace. “Uh- I- I mean yeah, I’d be happy to” you stutter, making Eddie smile. “Awesome, hop in, I have supplies at my place” he says, crawling into the driver seat as you run to the passenger.

You took short breaths, nervously twiddling the rings on your fingers. You were really in Eddie Munson’s van, driving to his house, to patch up the wounds he got while “defending your honor” as he and the boys call it. You look over and your eyes become locked on his large, metal covered hand grip the steering wheel. Still entranced as he takes a pack of cigarettes with his other hand, biting a cigarette right out of the package and tossing it back on the dashboard and scrambling for a lighter. Everything about this seemed more sexual than it should’ve, feeling your hands tense up and your breath quicken.

“Oh shit, did you want one?” he said, lighting his smoke, taking a long first drag. His voice knocks you out of your near hipnosis. “I’m good” you say swiftly while he fiddles with the radio, cigarette hanging from his plump lips, until David Bowie’s ‘Rebel Rebel’ starts playing through the muffled speakers. “This is my favorite Bowie song” you say bobbing your head while mouthing the lyrics. “You know Bowie” Eddie says, slightly condescending, not meaning disrespect, he just didn’t meet a lot of people who weren’t just purely pop fans. “Who doesn’t? You got a problem with that Munson?” you say sending a playful smirk his way. “Absolutely not, just didn’t think a girl like you could get any better” he said, making your cheeks heat up instantly. Did he really just say that? Any better? What’s that mean? Before today you didn’t even think he knew your name, now he’s talking about “girl’s like you”. Your mind was racing as Eddie sped into his dirt driveway, stopping the car hard enough to make your body jolt forward.

“Welcome to my castle” he said smiling, putting the van in park. You hop out, walking to the driver side to make sure Eddie didn’t need any help out. You two made your way up to his trailer, he opened the door, bowing as you walked in, giving you a quick “after you”. “This is me and my uncle’s place, he works nights usually, but he must be out since his car isn’t here” Eddie said picking up stray pieces of trash. “Where’s your medical stuff?” you ask. “It should be right back here” he replied walking towards the back of the trailer. You tapped your shoe on the ground not being able to get ‘a girl like you’ out of your mind. “Aha! I got it back here” Eddie called. “Last room, straight back” he calls again.

Shit, is this his room, you thought, being hit with a slight breeze from a desk fan and an overwhelming scent that you assumed was him, never having been close enough to smell him. The room smelled of cheap colon, teenage musk and a hint of apples. A weird combination, but for some reason that smell turned you on more than you anticipated. Eddie was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking through the box of bandages and alcohol wipes. You stroll over taking a good look at the cut on his cheek. “Here, let me” you say, taking the first aid kit from him, getting out the wipes and bandaids. “Thanks” he says softly, letting you clean the small cuts.

“Can I ask you something” you say, still spiraling over what he had said earlier. “Sure, dollface” He said, making you even more nervous. “Okay, so in the car you said ‘a girl like me’, what did you mean by that” you said quickly, the words sitting in the air for a moment before Eddie sighed and let out a small laugh. “Getting straight into it I see, I like that” he breathed but as you were still rubbing alcohol his open wounds. “You know I’ve known you since middle school right?” he said. “Of course I know, I thought you just didn’t remember me. How could forget someone who’s actually stayed themselves through high school” you say as Eddie smiles shyly. “Well I damn sure had the time, beings I’ve been a senior for almost three years now” he said laughing, a slight tone of discouragement laced his words. “Who gives a fuck, school sucks, I’m might have to start bribing to graduate this year” you laugh, making Eddie chuckle.

“Well, as I was saying, what I meant by that was, as long as I’ve known you, even if it was from a distance, you’ve always been so confident in who you are, you never take any shit from anybody, I should’ve known you like Bowie. You’re just confident being you and that’s cooler than anything” hearing Eddie gush about you made the heat between your legs grow and your cheeks grow flush. “You’re absolutely gorgeous too but I mean that’s just a bonus” he said looking up into your eyes as your lips separate, not believing those words just came out of Eddie Munson’s mouth. “Sorry if that was too much, I know we don’t know each other that well bu-” his words cut off by your lips colliding with his, taking him into a smooth yet eager kiss.

His lips stayed stagnant for a moment before his brain caught up with him, reaching up to cup the slight softness of your jaw. You pulled away swiftly, your eyes shooting open, staring directly into him. “I’m sorry if that was too much, I understand if you were just being nice and I took that wrong” you said quickly as he smiled, shushing you while bringing his finger up to your swollen lips. “Shh, not at all baby, wasn’t the first response I was expecting but it was just enough” he said, stealing glances of your lips while trying to maintain eye contact. “I’ve had a thing for you for a while, but typically pretty girls like you don’t like freaks like me” he said, swiping a strand of hair behind your ear. “I guess we both have fake confidences, ‘cause I always thought showstoppers like you wouldn’t like chubby girls like me” you say, sitting next to him on the bed as he scoffs. “Are you joking? Why would that even be your first thought, not only is your body just beautiful in itself, even an idiot would be able to tell there’s so much more to you than just that” he says, making you smile wider than anticipated.

"You got any other wounds I just can't see or am I done playing nurse" you say looking Eddie up and down his torso. "You wanna check for me, sweet thing" Eddie says lowly, pulling his shirt off with one fluid motion. Your eyes now glued to his bruised sides but also his sexily tattooed body. Eddie looked at you through dark eyes, examining every inch of your face as you star at his chest. "You can touch baby, I don't mind" he says, sliding his hand up your exposed thigh. "Is this okay" he asks, all you can do is nod as your breath quickens, his hand responding with a tight squeeze of your plush thigh, you bite your lip trying to not reveal how eager you are for him. Your hand reaches up gliding over his exposed chest, receiving a smirk from Eddie. You were preoccupied admiring his body, so he leaned down attaching his lips to your neck, sucking so slightly to make sure you're okay with the touch before he continues.

You can't help but let out a shallow moan, tossing your head back to give him more access. He took that as a yes, increasing the suction between love bites, grazing his teeth along your skin, making the hair stand up on the back of your neck. "Still feeling good?" Eddie's now low, lusty voice asked, whispering so close his lips scraped along your ear. His breath dripping down neck to your clavicle making the heat in between your legs become too much to ignore. Eddie takes his lips away from your neck cupping your face with both of his large calloused hands. "You sure you wanna do this" he said, panting already, feeling like the air shot up 10 degrees. "Please Eddie" you whine. Hearing you say his name with such want making his jeans grow tighter, as his member twitched in his boxers. "That's all I needed to hear" he smirks, pushing you down to where you were laid flat on the bed, hovering over you before placing a wet, quick kiss on your lips.

To Be Continued... part 2

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farfaras · 21 days

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why is it so hard to find reader fics that are PLATONIC. like ... please !! i don't wanna fUCK these fictional bitches, i wanna be their b e s t i e ! ! ! :( :( is that too much to ask :( :( does no one else feel this way? am I GONNA have to write them mySeLF? goddammit

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #writers #reader insert #x reader #fem reader #male reader #gn reader #target audience #:#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #ill even take being steddie's child

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darlingsfandom · 6 months

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Coming home to Eddie and Steve pampering you. Cooking for you. Stripping you and putting on your comfy clothes. Feeding you. Brushing your hair just everything

That's the dream ):

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF !

The sun had set as you sat in your car gripping the steering wheel. Your head hung low as you cursed to yourself. A soft sigh finally came out of your parted lips before you pulled yourself together and made your way into the trailer.

"Welcome home honey!" Eddie yelled as he came running from the kitchen to wrap his arms around you tightly. A soft sob came from your lips as he hugged you until he realized you were upset. "Oh baby, what's wrong?" He pulled away and smoothed over your hair before you noticed Steve pulling something from the oven.

"Steve!! Our baby is sad!" Eddie yelled before he took you by the hand and lead you over to Steve who was pulling off the oven mitts.

"Oh no! What's going on honey?" Steve kissed your forehead gently as you felt yourself on the verge of tears. Both of them held your hands and lead you to the couch. The three of you sat in silence as each of them played with your hair. The truth was you were being hard on yourself with your job. Was it all in your head? Maybe? But it felt real enough to you.

"It's just work... as always." You sighed before laying your head on Eddie's shoulder.

"Honey, we keep telling you that you don't need to work. Business is good as always and Eddie's mechanic shop is also good! " Steve rubbed your back with his finger tips before pulling you towards him. He helped you take off your shirt and bra. A sigh of relief washed over you when your bra was on the floor. Eddie bit his lip watching as your face turned sour to sweet .

"But ..." You started before Eddie placed his finger over your lips.

"No buts! Unless it's your naked one being spanked! Now you're going to stop worrying about that dumb job of yours and come eat dinner." Eddie helped you up as Steve walked behind you holding your hand. You watched as Steve took off his own shirt making you giggle.

"Why'd you take your shirt off?"

"Well you can't be the only one with their tits out!" Steve kissed you gently before helping you make your plate as Eddie got everyone a cup for their drinks. All three off you sat shirtless around the table having a nice quiet dinner. Once it was over they helped you clean up the kitchen, took you into the bathroom and gave you a warm bubble bath.

"Eddie!" You squealed as he playfully sat on the edge of the tub splashing you a little with the water while Steve used the lavender soap and helped you wash up. His hands felt the knots in your shoulders and he did his best to massage them out of you. "You two are spoiling me!" They looked at each other before looking at you with a soft smile. You knew that look. It was only seconds later that they were attacking your cheeks with warm soft kisses.

"Our pretty baby!" Steve said in between the messy kisses that made you giggle. It was true. They were spoiling you and you loved it. You loved how soft they made you feel. How they look care of you when you needed it most. "Very pretty baby!" Eddie added as he helped you out of the tub carefully. You waddled a little towards Steve as the cold air rushed against your warm skin. Steve wrapped the towel around you as Eddie cleaned up the tub a little.

Once you were dried off, Steve put on of his old high school shirts on you and smiled before you sat with your chest to his back. Steve brushed your hair slowly as Eddie sat down on the bed next to the two of you and laid his head on your lap. Your fingers played with Eddie's curls as he smiled up at you. This felt safe. This felt right. This was home and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world .

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emsgoodthinkin · 5 months

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Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Rafe Cameron

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Eddie said sit on it

Obx daddy issues

I watch Scream for the plot

Subby lil Eddie

Joe🤝Joe

Eddie and Steve? Nah, Ghost and Konig

Eddie in a ski mask

Cute stupid head Ed

I can take them both (not in a fight)

Steve’s predator stare

If Billy was in Queen of the Damned

We all wanna sit on Keerys lap

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Dacres fine like wine

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Riding Steve’s thick limbs

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Which Joe can you see

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Joe reacting to a dirty text

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munsster · 2 years

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hello!! any chance we could get something steddie X reader ? idk what but something good and comforting (or even angst + comfort) for the soul because it's fucking emo hours in the real world and I hate it here lmao. if not, that's all good. thank you for your time 💞

ill and idle talk

A/N: um absofuckinglutely i will, i wrote this at 1:30 am after sobbing for a good 20. annd i’ve been thinking about them ALL week so here u go, nonnie. they are so pretty, i love our boyfriends <3

Pairings: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader, Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: Your boys never want you to be scared of telling them anything. But sometimes, it’s fated. 2.5k words.

Warnings: fluff, cursing, hurt/comfort, sickness, very very minor angst/worry, taking medicine (pill form), nakedness/bathing, pet names (sunshine, bug, baby, honey, sweets), cuddling, kissing

Phlegm's a bitch. You know that now, and your nostril has been clogged since yesterday. Which means you tossed and turned through the chilled night, shivering and sniffling and hacking up whatever dripped down your throat. You felt kind of gross. Curled in on yourself and flip-flopping between overheating and freezing, which was frustrating enough without the phone's constant shrill ringing.

But you can't take the lecture right now. Not in the hallowed halls of your childhood home. Not standing on wobbly feet that are numb with frost. You'd rather keep the lights off and duck under your pillow. Then the phone stopped. And silence coaxed you in, a little staticky as the absence of screeching settled into the dry wall of the empty house.

But only once the smoke had cleared did a spark finally catch, fist pounding on the door.

"You alive in there, sunshine?"

That's who you were worried about. Tucked in his favorite sweater, pushing a hand through his floppy hair, frowning over nothing was Steve. Fretting and fussing like he's not barely twenty and stress sweating over it. You roll over, nudging deeper into your thick comforter, tucking it around your shoulders with a sigh.

"Spare key," you grumble, loud enough muffled behind linens, but he already had it pinched between his fingers before he got out of his beamer. A gust of cool air rushes in behind him, so he slams the front door and shuffles down the hall to your creaking bedroom, kneeling beside your bed and tilting his head.

Reluctantly, and only after he brushes his fingers across your forehead, you open your eyes to his worry. Staring between his furrowed brows and the soft pink tint below his droopy eyes.

"You're burning up," he huffs, "lemme run you a bath."

But you won't have it, burying your damp face into your mountainous hoard of cotton sheets and down pillows because at least it's warm. Where he's standing, the light is blinding and cold air lingers like fog up from the carpet.

"Come on, please, you been stewing in here for a day and a half. You're not getting any better, and we miss you," he coos, running the tips of two fingers down the exposed slope of your shoulder, fiddling with the thick strap of your tank top and sighing.

"Alright... well, can I at least make you something to eat? Maybe soup or a nice afternoon breakfast?"

"Don't want it," you grumble.

"How 'bout a glass of water?"

"Nuh-uh."

He drops his head, a little defeated by your stubbornness and hating what it'll make him do. But you're satisfied and smiling at the return of softened silence. Like butter left out in the summer time, melting from the inside out, smooth across the scratchy surface of toast, messy in its little porcelain dish.

"Sweetheart," he coos, "you gotta get up. Or I'm gonna call him, and you're not gonna like it—"

"Leave me alone, Steve. I'm fine."

Oh, but now he's not feeling very nice. In fact, his cheeks burn a little because you've bested him. Even if you're not fine, it's not fair how much he cares about you only for you to disregard yourself like nothing.

"No. I came all the way over here for you, and—you had me worried sick, baby, I'm serious, I thought something really bad happened—"

"I didn't ask you to," you pant.

"Ouch," he huffs, "but a lot of the things I do without you having to ask are because I care about you"—there's a soft shuffling as he crosses the room, tip toeing to dodge crumpled tissues and water bottles on the way to your landline. You hear it ring, the handheld little speaker whirring and buzzing from where he stands with a hand perched on his hip—"Definitely a fever. Been bundled up since Wednesday... I know... that's what I said... up to you... m'kay... okay. We'll see you in a bit, then. Alright. Love you."

"Don't want any trouble, Stevie," you whisper, and he sighs, feeling his shoulders hunch forward. Because he knows from the hitch in your breath that you're about to cry.

"You're not in trouble, honey, it's just..."—he turns with a hand carding through his soft and brown hair, but he can't bring himself to your eyes and the way you sniffle under the covers—"you know how much I love you, but if I can't get you to eat somethin', then I'm gonna need backup."

Steve's light-footed back to you. Seated against your bent knees, knuckles in-line along the warmth of your bundled thigh. He deflates deeper; he looks so tired, and your heart wenches at his sudden mindlessness. Sweeping through the motions with only a backdrop of feeling. His back curls like a cat when he leans down, cool breath fanning across your temple to kiss your cheek. You rustle from underneath, jutting your chin out and puckering your lips. He beams down at you, and though the smile doesn't reach his eyes, he still looks soft and happy. And he kisses you.

He kisses you like the rest of it doesn't matter. Doesn't matter that you're sweating into his palm and squirming to kiss him deeper. Or that you're still stubborn while giggling against his cold mouth.

"Shh, 'm tryin' to kiss you, sunshine," he hums.

"Shit!" You shriek and weasel your hand out to push his chest Away. He rears back with eyes wide.

"What? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, but..."

"... But what? Don't leave me hangin'," he teases, leaning down again, but you squirm and curl your fingers into his sweater's loose collar.

"You're gonna get sick, that's what!" you chirp, "You're gonna catch my fever, and then we'll have to bundle you up, too—"

"It's a little late for that, don'tcha think?"

You squint up at him, fingertips still hanging from his cableknit, weighing his neck down more than pushing him away. Drawing him closer in a weak attempt to preserve his fragile health. But it's all in vain when his nose bumps yours, and he cups your jaw and tilts your head back so he can kiss you like he missed you. Because he was all pacing by the phone for days, forgetful and manic during car rides with Eddie, and when it started to drizzle this morning, he couldn't find it in himself to feel comforted when he knew something was missing.

"There you are," Eddie hoots, locking the front door behind him and toeing his boots off by the welcome mat. He jogs down the hall, unsheathing two palm-sized bottles from the pockets of his slick leather jacket. "Sorry I barged in. Door was unlocked."

You nod deeper into your pillow. As Eddie presses a kiss to Steve's temple, his ringed knuckles go soft along your temple.

"Looks like someone's got the flu," he says, sitting cross-legged on the floor, chain jangling against his thigh, and he scoots closer, "how're you feelin', bug? Brought you Vicks and some acetamino-whatever." He taps the edge of the small pill bottle against his palm, holding a white oval in between his thumb and forefinger. Steve lifts the glass of water to your clammed up hand, and you quickly swallow the pill down with a gulp.

"Oh, so you'll listen to him but not me," Steve teases, palming your side as you sit up and rest your head on his shoulder. You chuckle and nudge at his jugular with the bridge of your nose.

"How can you say no to those eyes?"

Eddie laughs and pats Steve's thigh.

"Fair enough," he huffs. Eddie snaps the light blue hairband from Steve's wrist, tying his wild hair back and tossing his heavy jacket over the foot of your bed.

"Alright, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

You hum and let Eddie tuck his arm across your back to help you stand. And Steve thinks Eddie has always been good at that. At convincing both of you. He never liked metal or hard rock until Eddie asked him to one of his gigs. He was goo-goo-eyed the whole set, knowing he'd fall for any of Eddie's cons again and again.

Steve's thick sleeves bunch around his elbows, fingertips skimming the soapy and shallow water climbing the sides of the white porcelain tub, rippling out from the faucet in guttural waves, and slapping up against the edges. Eddie has you perched half-naked on the toilet seat, thumbing the minty, slimy gel over your chest, paying sweet attention to the base of your neck as you lean into his touch.

"Should be warm enough," Steve says, cranking the handle until the nozzle runs dry. And when you look at him with lazily hooded eyes, he looks so pretty. The steam licks at his chin, curling up around his cheeks and dashing smile. It threads into his hair, makes it damp until it goes a little flat.

"Thank you, Steve," Eddie coos. He stands with one hand slotting fingers with yours, pushing the other through Steve's hair, slicking it back through no purpose of his own besides tilting his head back to give him a wet kiss.

You finally breathe easy, sliding down into the bath, thick slabs of bubble creeping up your calves. They sit watching you like predators, glancing across the way at each other as Eddie slumps mirror to Steve, sat back on his haunches and arm laid across the edge of the tub. Except, maybe less like predators and more like they care. More like Steve cupping the hot water in his palm and pouring it down your back. And he does it again when you sigh.

"Feelin' better, sunshine?"

But you just tuck your chin, eucalyptus and lavender coiling along your upper lip, and you wipe the snot from your nose with the back of your hand.

"Gross," you whisper, fingers wiggling beneath the short tide. Steve blinks, head swiveling to face Eddie who shrugs. His brows furrow, and he kicks at Eddie's thigh with a pointed frown.

"Hey," Eddie mumbles, glaring at Steve before going soft and catching a bead of sweat from your neck on his forefinger, "talk to us. What's goin' on?"

"Nothin'," you say.

"Nothin'? Really?"

"Mhm. Just... takin' a bath... with you two watching me," you sigh.

"Oh, well, we don't have to watch you, honey, we can wait for you out there," Steve says, insides flooding with concern and washing out his rosy cheeks, embarrassed and scrambling when you groan.

"It's fine."

"Doesn't sound fine to me," Eddie says.

"Oh, now you're listening?"

Steve flinches. "Woah, woah, hey, what's with the third degree?"

You open your mouth to speak, and when you look over, your eyes are red and tears roll down your wet cheeks. They're both stuck. Unmoving, stunned into silence with their hearts crashing to their stomach like thickly swallowed lead and sharp rocks. Refusing to settle and weighing them down. Only, with your eyes on Steve, he feels like he's on fire, blushing and hurt and a little fringed around the edges.

"You know, there's a reason I didn't take any calls or reach out," you sigh, breaking in your throat and hacking into your forearm, "It's not 'cause I didn't wanna talk to or see you two, alright? Because I did. And I do. But I don't need either of you to take care of me. I don't need to know you've seen me at my worst. I don't want to have forced you into caring about me. Well, too late, right?"

You turn to face the tiled wall, tracing your fingertip along the dip of grout between each one. All while Eddie goes to squeeze Steve's palm with a deep breath. Because he looks like he wants to die. Like it might be good to shrivel up if he's made you feel that way. Curling in on himself, feeling the knob of each of Eddie's knuckles with his fingers.

"You didn't..." Eddie sighs, "you didn't force us into anything, sweetheart. And you never have to worry about what we think of you because we love you. No matter what, got it? Even coughing all over us with snot pourin' out of your nose. Doesn't matter, okay?" He chuckles.

And he reaches for you, stroking the curve of your shoulder to coax you out again. To make it feel more like comfort than being bombarded. Because that's never what they wanted. They knew how you felt about the three of you. How they soothed your fears when it felt impossible. But in the end it was easier, you realized, to love and be loved like that. To feel together despite the noise and ruckus.

You turn to face them again, mouth tugged to the side. And Steve feels lighter when your fingertips rasp against his collar and up the column of his throat. No more scraping weight and heft where he sits. Just reaching.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. And he slants over the side of the tub to kiss your jaw in precious time, letting you feel the draw he has in your direction. Always, especially now, tugging as much as you are guiding.

"Nothing to be sorry for," Steve whispers, "we just care about you. A lot. And there's not harm in that."

You nod and let them lift you from the tub and towel dry your shivering body. Let them carry you to the bed and dress you in sweats and a tee. Let them feed you bits of vegetable washed down with a mild broth. Belly full, limbs laid out on the newly changed sheets, grabbing for something you can't quite convince the tip of your tongue to dictate.

Until Steve coils into your side, chin rested on the crown of your head, his warmth like a sauna with his sweater draped over your headboard. You palm his hot chest when he wraps around you with a husky groan straight from the maw, muzzling himself in the crook of your jaw, laying selfish kisses there until the skin is raw.

Then Eddie pads across the floor, arms outstretched and rings shoved into his pocket. He plops down and shakes the whole bed frame, settling as the mattress bounces and Steve’s heavy head thuds back against your throat. You whine and hold the back of his skull.

“Jesus, sorry, sorry,” Eddie pants when Steve flips him off.

“Good thing I’m all cozy,” he says, “Next time you won’t be so lucky, Munson.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and peers down at you. A wavy tendril slips from his low and loose bun, and you tuck it behind his ear. So he smiles and leans close. Fingertips tracing your nose, cupid’s bow, lips, and he tugs at your lower lip so he can kiss you with svelte and yearning intent. And after you kiss him, too, he settles with a grin, pressing one more to the heel of Steve’s palm. To rest further into stillness. Unhurried waking and the dewy relentlessness of influenza.

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This Must Be The Place

Chapter 3: 1980’s Horror Film

Part 1 Part 2

Part 4

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader)

Summary: It’s finally time for your not-date. You and Eddie head to the movies and reminisce about your childhoods together.

WC: 5k

Warnings: talk of horror movies (somewhat spoilers for Carrie?) one mention of periods, drugs (weed), also didn’t realise before but I use female anatomy for the reader so still gn just afab!

A/N: Literally get so giddy whenever I see everyone liking or reblogging or tagging this fic for their lists, I appreciate it so much I’ve had so much fun writing this! This is one of my favourite chapters it is fluff central it’s tooth rooting sweet

As soon as Eddie got home, he collapsed onto his mystery-stained mattress and stared up at his ceiling. There was no backing out now, it wasn’t long until he would be meeting you at the movie theatre. Pulling himself to his feet, he started making his way to the mirror. His glance landed on the cherry red guitar hanging from his wall, as he let out a deep breath thinking back to what Robin had said to him the night before.

“You play guitar and you're in a band, people find that attractive”.

He nodded to himself, meeting his own eyes as his ringed fingers attempted to tame his hair. Right on cue, his bedroom door flung open as he quickly tried to mask the shameless grooming. Robin made a beeline for the closet while Steve suddenly became entranced by the posters of heavy metal legends that littered his walls.

“How the hell did you guys get in here?”. He growled as Robin pushed some coat hangers aside and laid his clothes on the bed. She gasped and held a shirt over her torso to show Steve, his eyebrows raised as he rushed over to get a closer look. “Hey! Lisa, Louise, a little help here?”. He wiggled his hands around to get their attention, as they shared a look of mutual confusion. His hand reached for the bridge of his nose, using all his willpower to summon some patience.

“Lisa and Louise Burns? Stephen King? The Shining? ”. It quickly became obvious that the reference was lost on them. He immediately gave up and returned to styling his makeshift mullet in the mirror. Robin chuckled, rolling her eyes as she glanced over at Steve.

“God, he’s turning into you ”. Steve scoffed at her remark, his hands finding their way to his hips. Eddie ignored them, focusing on the task at hand as they had one of their usual back and forths.

“What is that such a bad thing? Good hair maintenance is a great trait to have, sure it might take an extra hour in the morning-” Robin scoffed back, her mouth wide.

“HOUR? Steve Harrington, you are not going to stand here and tell me you spend, sixty whole minutes on your hair. How do you get anything done?”. Eddie turned around and clapped his hands together, making them both look over at him.

“Alright, you two knuckleheads have been here ten minutes and neither of you has been gracious enough to explain why you’re rummaging through my shit like feral raccoons.” He widened his eyes, still receiving no response as Robin picked up an outfit she laid out and held it against his frame with a nod of approval. He really began to wonder how he’d ended up friends with these idiots. Eddie sighed, hanging his head. “This is about tonight isn’t it? What, you don’t trust me to not fuck it up, is that it?”.

“No, Eddie. We just…we know this is sorta new for you and thought you might need some moral support”. Steve nodded in agreement, giving him a hearty thumbs up. “We just wanted to ease the pressure a little, I thought maybe I could help you pick out the right outfit and Steve could give you some advice on how to, you know…” She made incoherent hand gestures. “Woo them”. A laugh escaped his lips, as he shook his head. He couldn’t believe that he was agreeing to this. He reached for the outfit she had picked out and held it against his frame, checking himself out in the mirror.

“See, what I was thinking was that we could put a nice jacket over this? Maybe some combat boots?”. His smile was warm and thankful, he simply nodded and headed to the bathroom to change. The mirror on his bathroom cabinet was much smaller but gave him a better look at himself. He was surprised to find himself liking it. Or at least not hating it. With a small smile, he reentered the bedroom and did a slight turn, modelling himself for his friends. They had settled on a black sabbath shirt that he had previously cut into a muscle tee, a pair of black jeans (paired with his chains, of course) and a pair of black combat boots, just like Robin had envisioned.

Steve let out a whistle and nodded to himself, impressed by his friend’s styling skills. “Looking good, Munson”. Eddie grinned deviously, patting Steve on the shoulder.

“Careful hot shot, I’m not off the market just yet”. Steve chuckled, shaking his head at his shameless flirty nature, as Eddie turned back towards the mirror. The more he looked at himself, the more it all started to grow on him. He had to admit that it had given him a little boost of confidence that he was lacking before they had shown up. Now he was just wondering what you’d think when you saw him.

Nervous was an understatement, it had been almost a decade since you’d hung out and he wasn’t sure how to act around you. And the same question swirled around and around in his mind, was this a date? He was broken out of his thoughts by Steve, practically shaking him out of his mindless daze. “Hey, Munson. Listen don’t get too in your head about this, alright? You just gotta be cool, babes dig cool.” A chuckle slipped through his lips, babes dig cool . “I’m gonna give you some tips for the road. Number one: The yawn and stretch, classic move, 99% effective. Number two-“.

“You know Harrington, I think this is some really solid advice and I really want to make sure I get this down. Maybe you could write it out for me?”. Completely oblivious to his sarcasm, Steve nodded and happily headed to the kitchen to grab a paper and a pen. The second he left the room, Eddie locked the door, hovering over to his drawers and pulling out a handkerchief to shove in his back pocket. Less than a minute later he heard the door handle jiggle, Robin sighing at his immaturity. “Sorry Stevie, the door must be jammed.”

“You know he’s gonna figure it out eventually.” He looked back at Robin, the door handle jiggling before it went silent. He’d clearly given up. “You don’t have to be a jerk, you know he’s just trying to help you”. Eddie laughed, he knew what he was trying to do he just didn’t have the mental capacity for that right now. Not when he had to pick which cologne would be best at masking the smell of cigarettes, booze and weed.

“Hey, I took your help, didn’t I? See? Total stud.” He spun around, his hands stretched out as he showed off his outfit. “I somehow feel like Steve and I have different approaches to flirting”. He picked up a cologne bottle that had a little left in the bottom and sniffed at the nozzle before spritzing himself with it. Suddenly they heard a loud tumble, and they noticed Steve dusting himself off by the open window.

“Not cool, man.” He muttered, running his hand through his hair. Eddie glanced down at his watch, as he started to panic. He should probably leave soon so he would have time to buy your tickets.

“Right, everyone out. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.” Both his friends groaned, as Eddie pushed them out of the trailer and towards Steve’s beemer. “And no telling Henderson about this, alright? That little brat already knows way too much about my personal life”. They both begrudgingly agreed as he saluted them goodbye and jumped into his van.

The drive was nerve-wracking, to say the least, but the deafening sound of Iron Maiden was just enough to drown out his intrusive thoughts. But not by that much. He pulled up to the building and his eyes adjusted to the brightness, it was a crisp dark night and the golden bulbs of the Hawk Theatre sign shone beams that reflected onto the street. In big letters, it read “CARRIE: 10TH ANNIVERSARY”. He smirked to himself, Eddie was a big horror fan and Stephen King was a horror icon. If this was a date, it was the perfect setting. After buying your tickets at the booth, he pulled out a cigarette from the pocket of his leather jacket and took a couple of drags. It calmed his nerves until he looked down at the time anxiously, quickly stomping out his cigarette on the ground. Almost a second later he felt a pair of hands over his eyes, he froze in his spot for a moment.

“Guess who?”. He chuckled, hearing the familiar sound of your voice, letting out a deep breath before smirking to himself.

“Sigourney Weaver?”. You scoffed, slightly offended.

“Younger”.

Without missing a beat.

“Molly Ringwald?”. You paused and slowly removed your hands, raising your eyebrows at him in suspicion. He finally turned to look back and struggled to catch his breath, drinking in the sight of you.

“And how do you know who Molly Ringwald is?”. His shoulders shrugged as he failed to contain the huge smirk on his face, watching how cute yours looked when it was all scrunched up.

“What, a guy can’t like Evil Dead and Sixteen Candles?”. He teased as a devious grin crept upon your face, and then he realised his mistake. “I should have just said The Breakfast Club, huh?”.

“Eddie Munson, a secret lover of romcoms, who would have guessed?”. Your smile was bright and wide and he was memorised by the way his name sounded on your lips.

“Hey sweetheart, tease all you like. Just don’t forget who has the tickets.” He grinned, holding them out and waving them in front of your face. You immediately went to grab them as he pulled them away and shook his head at you, your second attempt was just as unsuccessful as he held them above his head so you couldn’t reach them.

“This was way easier when we were the same height.” You crossed your arms over your chest, as he chuckled at your pouting and playfully shoved you. It was hard to stay mad at him when he had that sweet look on his face, even with the new hair and clothes he still exuded a warmth that always made you feel safe.

“All yours, cross my heart”. He used his pointer finger to draw a cross against his heart, before holding out your ticket for you to take. You sighed and smiled, taking the ticket from him.

He nodded and bowed, extending his arm so you could take the first steps through the doors. A giggle escaped your lips as you curtsied and made your way into the theatre. Hawk was one of the more intimate theatres you’d been to but it had been here since before you left. Moving away from small town life wasn’t the worst thing, but there was something about Hawkins that was comforting. It was one of those small, humdrum towns that were cut off from the rest. Independent businesses, family-owned or even just ones that you’ve always known to be there. This theatre was one of them. You both stood in line at the concession stand waiting patiently to get the giant bucket of popcorn they did, for traditional purposes of course.

“Jesus, this hasn’t changed at all. It’s exactly how I remember from when we were kids”. Eddie watched as you glanced around the room and he looked over at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes. “Did you know the last time we came here was when this movie first came out? Man, I still remember how scared I was, I couldn’t sleep for like a week”. The long-haired boy chuckled, thinking back to when you would beg him to sleep on your floor to keep you safe. And how that lasted half an hour, when he became very aware of the undiscovered darkness underneath your bed. The nights would end with you both sharing your twin-sized mattress until you were sure the nightmares were over. And maybe for a little while after that.

“Oh, how could I forget? That was the first movie I ever snuck into. At least I’ve found the root of my rebellious streak, imagine what a good church boy I could have been if I hadn’t met the likes of you.” He joked, making you gasp in shock at his accusation. He was so dramatic. You missed that.

The line had died down as you teased each other, Eddie not noticing you were next up.

“Seven years and this what I get? Just for that you’re paying for my popcorn”. Before he could argue, you grabbed the bucket and walked towards your screen as he awkwardly pulled out his wallet and silently nodded at the cashier. He noticed you chuckling at him as he shook his head with a smile and followed you inside to where you were sitting.

You settled into your seats, happily munching on the popcorn as you offered him some before he huffed with a small smirk. “Offering me some of the popcorn I paid for? How thoughtful.” You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue at him as he did the same and you struggled to keep your wide grin at bay. He was cute. Very cute and it was annoying.

It didn’t take long for the movie to start, and as the lights dimmed Eddie began to feel a little nervous. It wasn’t lost on him that the main reason teenagers came to see horror movies was so they could get their dates scared, coaxing them to jump in their laps. Or some just used it as an excuse to make out in the dark. But not you two. You both loved this movie, but Eddie could hardly focus on the view in front of him when he was enjoying the view next to him way more. The flickering lights shone against your face and your bright, wide, eyes were entranced. There was a minor jump scare as everyone yelled and your hand found his.

He froze.

You didn’t even react, you remained attached to him and would even squeeze his knuckles when you got a little frightened. He was emotionless, staring at your hand in his and praying that his palms weren’t as sweaty as they felt. Just as he thought everything was going so well. Ouch. He felt a piece of candy hit the back of his head, as he snapped his neck to check behind him and noticed the faces of the two people he wished to be anywhere else but here.

“Yawn and stretch!”. Steve shout-whispered, Eddie’s eyes growing wide in anger. He was lucky that you were too into the movie to hear him. Robin chuckled at her idiotic best friend, shaking her head at his attempts at blending in.

“God, way to be subtle, Steve.” She kicked his foot with her own as he let out another loud yelp, she was tired of this. “Move your clown feet dingus, I need to pee”. He groaned and moved in his legs, her eyes still looking back at him in disappointment as she made her way down the stairs. As she turned her head, she missed a step and started tumbling down the stairs and landing face upright by your and Eddie’s feet.

She had never seen Eddie this mad before. She was positive that if you weren’t sitting right next to him he would probably murder her. Her fingers tinkled awkwardly, as your eyes glanced down at the short-haired girl. “Holy shit! are you okay?”. Your hand immediately reached out to help her up as she took it and rose to her feet, very aware of her friend’s eyes bore into her soul.

“Peachy. Sorry to interrupt, enjoy your d-d-dirty the floor is so dirty, they should clean this way more. Floor maintenance is super…important. Bye”. She zoomed down the remaining stairs towards the bathroom, stumbling slightly on another step but catching herself as Eddie held his head in his hands. She waved slightly before walking through the double doors towards the ladies’ room. You chuckled at her awkwardness and then paused for a moment, cocking your eyebrows.

“Wait, don’t you work with her at the video store?”. He sighed glancing back at Steve and shaking his head at you with a tight-lipped smile.

“Nope. Never seen her before in my life.” He stood up abruptly, as your eyes slowly travelled up to him, noticing the hand he was offering out for you. “I’ve got Carrie at my place, and it’s a whole lot quieter”. A few people started to yell as he partially blocked the screen but he zoned them out, wiggling his fingers at you. With a wide grin, you grabbed a hold of his hand as he led you out to the parking lot.

It had been many long years since you'd seen Eddie before coming back to Hawkins; it had been just as long since you'd seen that ramshackle trailer park too. When you were around twelve years old, your dad decided to sign up for the Army. Your family had been broke and struggling, and it seemed like the best way to get out of Hawkins and move out into a proper house. And sure, it was nice at first. Army bases offered decent housing and things to do and other kids to meet, and the money wasn't terrible. But about the same time you moved to get a fresh start, your parents started having…. issues. Dad was never home to see you and Mom was worried sick about him never being around. It didn't take long for things to unravel, and soon the two of you left it all behind.

Fast forward a few years and you'd moved away again, she'd found a new man and remarried and the dust finally started to settle. Until one day your stepdad came home. He was just offered a new job at a fancy insurance company, and where was it? In goddamn Hawkins, Indiana. Everything about it felt surreal. Small towns never really grew into something new, but Eddie Munson certainly did. You just wished you'd been around to see it. When you stepped out of his van and onto familiar soil, you were in a mindless daze. It was like you never left.

“Must feel pretty creepy, huh? Being back where it all started”. His hand patted the top of his van, as his glance circled the trailer park. Still too stunned to form a sentence you just nodded your head, watching him push open the door to his trailer. The next thing that came into view was an eye sore, Wayne’s trucker obsession never seemed to fade and now there was a decade worth of memorabilia added to the living room walls.

“Ed? You didn’t tell me you brought company, would have spruced up in here”. Eddie chuckled, he didn’t recognise you either. It took everything in you not to bring Wayne into a bone-crushing hug, so you patiently waited for his nephew to enlighten him.

“Forget sprucing, we should have been rolling out the red for this one. Don’t remember our old neighbour, Uncle Wayne?”. It took a second until he glanced over you and his eyes widened, your smile grew even bigger as you jumped into his arms and held him tight.

“Darlin! Wow, haven’t you gotten big? I still remember when you were a ‘lil tike running around in your diapers with Eddie.” You held back an embarrassed blush, leaning away from him and struggling to wipe the grin from your face. He was always so good to you, kraft dinners and crappy reality television were how you’d spent the better part of your childhood. And you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“God, Wayne I missed you so much. It’s so great to see you!”. He nodded and smirked, his eyes flickered between you and Eddie for a minute as if he was trying to figure something out. “How were the new neighbours? Can’t imagine they were as pleasant as me”. You teased, Eddie suddenly becoming enraged.

“You’re telling me, they have fucking sticks up their butts! They’re always on my ass about playing my music, it’s infuriating”. Eddie whined, crossing his arms as he lent against the kitchen counter.

“Well son, you do play it awfully loud…”. Wayne quipped, causing his nephew to look back at him shocked by those big brown eyes.

“That’s beside the point, it’s the principle”. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, had he always been this much of a drama queen? With a small chuckle, Wayne sighed and shook his head.

“Hell am I glad you’re back, at least now it ain’t just me who’s having to deal with him”. He clasped a hand on Eddie’s head and shook it slightly with a grin, you giggled at his teasing watching the act of affection ease him. “Alright kids, I’ll be down the street having a couple with the guys, give you time to catch up. Take care of yourself, ya hear? Don’t be a stranger”. He half hugged your side and you pecked his cheek with a soft ‘you too’ before he winked at you both and headed out.

It was silent and the air felt thick all of a sudden. “Well I didn’t plan on the company, so my room looks like a bomb hit but I have some horror flicks on tape and…oh, do you…do you smoke?”. You could sense the fear in his eyes, smoking is a deal breaker for a lot of people and he prayed it wasn’t for you.

“Marijuana?”. He just nodded silently, holding his breath. “Why, you got some stashed somewhere?”. A laugh escaped him, if you only knew. You followed behind into his bedroom and realised that he wasn’t kidding, it had looked like a tornado had flown through. Guitar picks, cigarette butts and empty beer cans littered the floor. And oh that smell . He pulled out a bottle of fabric refresher and sprayed the room, you coughed at the sudden stench of chemicals and opened his window a crack.

“Right, I’m going in the kitchen to cook us mac ‘n’ cheese.” You wandered into the kitchen and pulled trash bags from underneath the sink. “And you’re gonna throw out your trash, I don’t care how pretty you are, I am not sitting in your filth”. He took the bag and rolled his eyes with a sigh, then he turned back to face you with a wide smirk.

“You think I’m pretty?”. Yeah, pretty insufferable. With a single sharp look in your eyes, he dropped his smile and gulped. He puffed out the bag and stood up straight, saluting you before he started tossing empty bottles inside. This was going to be a long night.

After the room was mostly clean and you had both devoured your pasta, Eddie rolled the biggest joint you’d ever seen. It had been a while since you’d smoked, so when it hit the back of your throat you let out a cough that had him in stitches. You shoved him playfully before you began to ease into it, he finished up and pressed out the lit end with a sizzle. He crawled up the bed and lent over the edge, struggling to push the VHS inside the player. You were a second away from helping him as it ate the tape and he let it play with a proud smile.

You couldn’t speak for him but the first time you saw this movie was the last time you saw it. Those nightmares were really something and though you’d grown into a huge horror movie fan over the years, everyone had those movies that scarred them as a kid. A part of you hoped Eddie had grown out of the fear and would be able to make you feel a little safer. He didn’t seem to be super phased when you were just watching it at the movies.

In the scene that played out, Carrie is in the locker room with her female classmates and she starts her period, she then screams in horror at the blood. Eddie shifts in his seat looking visually uncomfortable, his glance turns to the screen and then slowly back at you as Carrie bursts a light bulb in the shower. You can tell something is playing on his mind, as you lay your head back on the pillow.

“Out with it, Munson”. He seemed shocked that you could sense his eyes on you, even after all this time he was still so predictable. You could see the clogs turning inside his head, trying to figure out the best way to phrase whatever question he had to share.

“Is that actually how it…happens? You know when you…” You almost snorted at the question, he couldn’t even say the word. He tiptoed around it like it was taboo. A chuckle slipped through your lips as you decided to have some fun, veering around to face him.

“Yeah, I can totally burst light bulbs with my mind”. You were being sarcastic, but you could still sense that a part of him believed it. You just rolled your eyes and hit your head against the pillow as there was a sudden burst of lightning and Eddie just about shrieked. The power went out for a second, and the emergency generator must have started up. Suddenly the lights switched back on and revealed a terrified Eddie clutching to your chest like a scared little boy. It was impossible to hold back the laughter that you felt as you held your stomach.

“So not funny!.” He seemed a little mad but you didn't care, you were never gonna let him live this down. Wayne wandered through the door, guess neither of you heard him come back in. Eddie quickly separated himself from you despite really needing to be held right now.

“You alright darlin’? I heard you scream?”. There was nothing to stop the tears falling from your eyes as you laughed yourself into a fit. Eddie was pissed, reassuring Wayne you were both fine as he awkwardly nodded back and closed the door. Your laughing didn’t subside as he growled under his breath and shook his head.

“Alright, that’s it”. He muttered, turning to lay on top of you, reaching fingers out to tickle you. The once melodic laughter melted into playful fear as you screamed and told him to stop, using your free limbs to kick at him. He knew how much you had hated being tickled since you were young and nothing had changed. The more you squirmed, the more he chuckled to himself, watching the tears of laughter falling from your eyes.

“Eddie, you bastard! Truce, TRUCE!”. He sighed and slowly moved his hands from your stomach, watching you relax against the bed in a state of exhaustion. The movie continued playing but it was hard to pay attention since he was still on top of you. It felt stuffy all of a sudden. The air became thicker as you stared at each other for a bit too long and struggled to think of what you could say to break the tension.

“We should probably finish the movie”. His voice was small and anxious in a way that felt different to his usual demeanour. He had always been confident from a young age, eccentric and theatrical. When you would play Dungeon and Dragons, he was always the most skilled Dungeon Master.

You were young and it was the 70s. It took a lot of allowances to save up for the boards and books, but you all worked together to make it happen. The party consisted of Jeff, Grant, you and Eddie and you were the strongest party Hawkins had ever seen. You remembered your Dad having to physically drag you from Eddie’s trailer when you both stayed up late brainstorming ideas for campaigns. He was always confident and open, especially with you.

Then it started to dawn on you, you couldn’t pretend like the past seven or eight years hadn’t changed something in him or your relationship with each other. You were both adults, he was the same Eddie deep down but there was so much growing he had done that you weren’t around for (and vice versa). He had sat up and moved a few inches away from you and you started to wonder if he was seriously upset about your teasing.

“Eddie?”. You called, staring up at the ceiling blankly as his head turned to face you. “I missed a lot when I was gone didn’t I?”. The room had become clearer than it was when you first stepped in and you wondered if it was your new epiphany or the weed.

“Yeah. Yeah, you did.” He sounded sad about it, and you immediately felt a prang of guilt and sorrow in your chest. Why did you have to leave? Why couldn’t you have kept your best friend and grown up with him the way you’d always talked about?

“Hey, it’s okay, alright? I mean shit, I thought I’d never see you again. I mean…I’m so different now, what if...do you still wanna be around me? I don’t want you to feel like you needed to reach out because we were friends before…” You sat up and stared back at him, he was insecure. Eddie Munson. He felt like he wasn’t someone you would want as your best friend anymore.

“You’re a fucking idiot”. You blurted, his eyes widened at your response as he held back a gasp. He blinked at you a few times before you chuckled and shook your head. “Eddie. The second I got back here, I looked everywhere for you. Do you not remember how shattered I was when I had to leave? Dude, I was a fucking wreck for like a month afterwards. You were my best friend! I knew you before I knew how to shit by myself!”. This earned you a hearty laugh as he shoved you and held his hand over his face with a huge smirk.

“I’m serious, Eds. I don’t want this break to change anything, we have forever to learn all the new weird quirks we picked up from when we were apart. I just can’t handle…I just don’t wanna lose you like last time. And who’s to say it won’t be the other way around?”. He smiled weakly, his eyes sparkling as he stared back at you.

“Impossible, sweetheart.” You grinned back at him, both your smiles growing as you realised how lucky you were to have found each again.

“Sweetheart”. You repeated, looking down at your jeans as you picked at the loose threads. “Have you always been such a flirt?”. He seemingly enjoyed the teasing, grinning wider now.

“Hmm. Must be one of my new quirks”. His smirk was smug, it felt more like Eddie. And this felt like a step in the right direction.

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At Least It’s Not Rabies!

Eddie Munson/GN!Reader + hints of Steve Harrington/Reader & Steddie

When Vecna was blowtorched, Hawkins was saved. Eddie didn’t make it, until he did... But he’s not the only one who came back different.

there’s potential for a series here, this fits with another WIP i have that’s more of a prequel, and I like the dynamic I’ve written here enough to do a sequel too, if people are interested :)

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings/Content: Best Friend!Steve has a crush, Boyfriend!Eddie, talk of loss/mourning, gratuitous shirtless Steve, there are no braincells here, hints of protective!Steve, a teeny little bit of blood drinking. no pronouns are used for reader, reader is called Sweetheart. sorta just ends but if i kept going i’d never post it :)

He winces under the harsh light of the store, long beam-lights buzzing and seeming to flicker in his peripheral, unavoidable no matter where he turns. Still, it’s better than natural light, the sun’s brightness giving him a splitting headache and making it super unsafe to drive or even just walk to work.

Thank god you offered to give him a lift.

He knows it’s more of a distraction for you than anything - another task on the list of things to do each day that force you out of bed and into the world, numb but alive as you try to cope with the giant Eddie-sized hole in your chest.

He’s trying too. Sure, he wasn’t dating the guy like you were, but over that long week, Munson had become a friend…

He stays with you most nights, both your sleep schedules fucked beyond fixing. Not that he ever feels tired, still wired up from the events of spring break… he sits and watches you sleep fitfully, closing his eyes to rest briefly only to shake you awake when you cry out for a man who’s not coming home.

It’s hard to believe it’s only been four days…

“I got you these,” you surprise him, setting a pair of sunglasses on the counter of Family Video with a smile, “for your headaches. I know you’ve moved on from that asshole jock personality and the whole Risky Business look might send you back, but… better to look like a dick than pass out, right?”

It’s the most you’ve said at once since it happened. Since you screamed yourself hoarse over Eddie’s body.

“Right,” he nods, smiling, slipping them on. There’s immediate relief. “Thanks.”

“Yeah.” You smile softly, “Try not to get any more concussions, okay?”

“Can’t make any promises,” he shrugs, “You never know what’s gonna crawl out of the ground next.”

You nod, “Pasta for dinner?”

“Sure.” He smiles, “I get off at five.”

“I remember.” You hum, turning to the door, “See you.”

“Hey!” He calls, making you look back, “Don’t push too hard, okay?”

You nod, “Do what I can, I know. You too.”

He nods, watching you go sadly, wishing there was more he could do. He wonders how different things would be if they hadn’t burnt Vecna to a crisp, if Lucas hadn’t managed to save Max… if Hawkins had been split open the way He’d shown Nancy in her mind… If Eddie’s sacrifice hadn’t bought them more time…

He knows it’s the one comfort you have in all this… that he didn’t die for nothing… but having the whole town still blame him for Chrissy and Fred and Patrick doesn’t help you mourn, or heal… You’re still ‘The Freak’s Girlfriend’… And even when Hopper manages to get the cover story on the news and clear Eddie’s name, that label isn’t likely to go away.

He sighs heavily, sitting on the shitty stool behind the coutner, leaning forward and resting his chin on his arms, staring at the door. How any of you are supposed to go back to normal is beyond him… He doesn’t know how he managed it that first time, after the Demogorgon… but then… back then he thought that was it… that there were no more surprises. Now? It’s just about waiting for whatever bullshit comes next.

He lets his eyes slip shut, blocking the rest of the light from his vision, trying to ignore the buzzy lights, to block out the tinnitus he’s suddenly developed in the last week. It’s not so bad right now, but the quiet of the store makes it noticeable, just a soft drumming in his ears… but it’s early, only he and Keith (who’s been hiding in the back room even more than usual) are here… it gets worse through the day, almost deafening when there’s more customers, like it’s louder with every person nearby.

Probably just some side effect of concussion. Definitely not the bat rabies Robin had feared.

He’s way thirstier than usual too… no matter what he drinks, only his mom’s fancy coconut water brings any sort of relief, soothing the dryness of his mouth, and the aches in his body… just as rejuvenating as the carton says. He pulls his backpack up, the itch in the back of his throat getting more persistent as he sits there…

It’s new. The backpack, that is… while his nail-bat stays hidden in the trunk of his car, he’s started carrying everything he might possibly need with him wherever he goes. You’ve got one too, and Robin… each of the kids…

Call him overprotective and overly cautious, but it made him feel useful. Like he could actually do something to help. Even if all the gates in Hawkins are closed, there’s still the rest of the world, and with Eleven living in town again, whatever of Vecna’s Army might get through is gonna make its way back here again eventually.

It doesn’t hurt to be prepared.

He’s got mace, an aerosol and a lighter, a comprehensive first aid kid, a flashlight, his walkie, and two packs of spare batteries. Two bottles of coconut water, a bottle of normal water, rubbing alcohol, tissues, a compass, a pack of granola bars, and a sandwich that gets swapped out every couple of days.

Everything he might need for an immediate defence, a few days on the run, or to help treat a wound.

There’s another bag stashed in the woods too… by Skull Rock. No walkie or sandwich in that one but everything else is there for emergencies.

Paranoia? Maybe.

But a lot better than being caught unawares.

~~~

Pain is the first thing that registers.

Just not where he expected it.

His throat is on fire, mouth dry, but his torso, where he distinctly recalls bat teeth tugging his flesh… is fine? The crick in his neck, the back pain from sleeping on a tiny shitty boat and in the woods… is gone.

He lays still for a while, not even daring to breathe, just… listening… he doesn’t wanna open his eyes and see Vecna leering at him. Or bats sitting around waiting for him to be awake so they can feast on his screams and his flesh all at once.

But there’s nothing…

Just far-off thunder.

He cracks one eye open, then the other, greeted by the dark sky of the Upside Down, flashes of red highlighting the clouds of ash and soot that swirl miles and miles above.

He turns his head, flinching back immediately as a bat rests inches away, it’s mouth open, a lump of what must be him in its teeth.

His lips part with a crack, dryer than this side of WaterGate, and a weak moan escapes him.

The bat doesn’t stir…

It’s not resting, he realises… it’s dead.

He sits up faster than he thought he’d be able to, unsure how long it’s been since he moved, frowning at the state of himself and his surroundings.

His clothes are torn, as expected, but beneath the ripped fabric there’s no wounds… not even scars… his fingernails are longer, dirt trapped beneath them, irritating and itchy, but his rings are all still there… He reaches up, touching his throat gingerly - also no scar… but no chain either, his guitar pick necklace is missing…

His other hand clenches, and he looks down at it, yelling in horror and throwing it out to the side, flinging the demobat several feet away. He’s not sure how he hadn’t realised it was there, a vague memory of trying to weakly pull it off his thigh surfacing… That’s the one place that still hurts a little, where he’s just torn its teeth out of him.

He laughs weakly.

It’s a hive mind… and if these fuckers had died in the middle of their meal, that means Vecna’s dead… he’d bought enough time.

His head tips back, and he looks at the sky again, that one moment of joy curdling in his stomach as he realises… the gates must’ve closed…

They must have…

He- he can’t get home…

Something flickers up ahead, his gaze snapping to it in an instant, eyes narrowed and curious as he stares at the edge of the tree line. As far as he knows, he’s the only thing alive down here. So what on Not-Earth is that?

“Hey Eds.”

He tenses up… it’s quiet, that voice… like a whisper on the wind, but despite all the turmoil in the sky, there’s not even a tiny breeze at ground level. He strains his ears, vaguely aware of his body moving, crawling over himself until he’s on all fours, throat burning as he listens.

“Me again.”

You… he waits, frozen…

“I wanna do this… exact spot but… not quite sure… and they already think… weird for missing you… so I don’t… sit in the road with a candle.”

He frowns, edging closer, hoping he might hear you more clearly if he moves towards where your voice is coming from. He realises, surprised, that the flickering he’d seen was a light… not a real one, but… the same golden cluster of particles he’d last seen in the Wheeler’s house, when Nancy had contacted Dustin…

“- dunno if you can hear me,” your voice continues, “part of me hopes you can’t.”

He clears the rest of the distance quickly, sitting in front of the light, the opposite side to your voice, knowing -somehow- that if he was up there or you were down here, you’d be facing each other with the light in between you.

“It’s been four days.” You keep talking, he hangs on every word, “I miss you so much… I don’t want you to be gone, but if you can hear me then that means you’re still there… you’re stuck… and I don’t know which is worse.”

He pokes the particles, the end of one finger tickles… he wonders if you notice it…

“It’s kinda windy,” he can hear your smile, “And I only brought a candle… I guess it’s so the flickering makes me think you’re really here.”

He frowns, poking it again.

You scoff, “Wishful thinking. I watched you die, Eds… I held you… you stopped breathing, I saw it. I know you died… I just wish- I should’ve brought your body back, but Dustin… he hurt his leg when we came back through the gate, when we ran after you… Silly man… I can’t believe you thought we would just stay up here…” you sniffle, “We had to leave you there, I bet those bats started biting you again as soon as we were gone… We made it back through, though… I watched the gate close, Eddie… It’s like it was never there.”

He wishes he could touch you… just for a moment, just to reach out and give you a second of comfort…

“Chief Hopper’s alive.” You laugh, though he can still hear the pain behind it, “Mrs Byers rescued him from a Russian Prison… like something out of your campaigns except with people not dragons.”

He laughs, incredulous.

Your breathing hitches, “He’s gonna clear your name, Eds. I don’t know how, and it’s all gonna be a big mess, but he’s gonna make sure the world knows you’re innocent. Of murder, at least.”

You’re crying… he can hear it in the thickness of your voice, “I just… One more chance to hug you, and kiss you, that’s all I want. And even if you can hear me… if you’re somehow alive down there… I don’t know how I’ll ever see you again.”

He pushes his whole fist into the golden hue.

You gasp loudly, “Eddie?”

“It’s me, sweetheart.” He rasps.

~~~~~

“Steve!” You burst through the doors, startling him out of conversation with an older lady, who’d asked which of the three tapes in her hands would be nicest for her budgie to watch while she’s out.

You’re a very welcome distraction, even as the pounding in his ears gets worse.

“Hey,” he frowns at you, “I’m sorry, ma’am, could you excuse me - I uh- The Birds is… not a bad choice, excuse me.” He gestures to you, emerging from behind the counter and guiding you into the back room.

Keith rolls his eyes, moaning something about laziness, and lumbers out of the room, giving you privacy without much complaint, though Steve knows he’s in for an earful when you leave.

“Steve…” you’re panting, gasping for breath, having rushed from Forest Hills to his car and driven like a mad thing all the way here, “Steve, he’s alive!”

“What? Who?” He frowns, “Vecna? We barbecued him, remember?”

“Not Vecna… Eddie.” You grab his arm, “Eddie’s alive!”

“Wh-“ he blinks, “What are you talking about?”

“I went to talk to him,” you wet your lips, “Where he died, I went to see him-“

“You-“

“He doesn’t have a grave, Steve!” You point out desperately, “I just… I wanted to talk to him, I didn’t… I wasn’t looking for him, but I had to just-“

“Hey hey, it’s okay, I get it.” He assures, his hands rubbing your upper arms, “I do the same with my Grams.”

You smile faintly, “I took a candle. Just… for respect? I don’t know, I just… maybe part of me…”

“Easy,” he whispers, “Take your time, what happened?”

“I sat in the tree line,” you frown, “Lit the candle, just started talking… and I- it glowed, Steve… brighter than any other candle I’ve ever seen… like he… he was there, on the other side…”

“It wasn’t just the wind?” He frowns.

“I swear it wasn’t,” you insist, “I know it sounds insane, I know I saw him die, but I also know that that candle… He’s alive, Steve… and he’s stuck there.”

He pulls you close, hugging you tightly, “Okay. Okay, we…” he frowns, “I have to say it, just… just in case, okay? Are you sure it was him? That it wasn’t Vecna, somehow? Cause - I believe you saw the candle, okay, but… of the two of them, Eddie’s not the most likely to come back from the dead, y‘know?”

“It was him, Steve.” You nod, “I know it was him.”

He nods, smiling softly, “Then we’ll get him back. Somehow.”

You hug him tighter.

~~~

“We never checked WaterGate.”

It’s Dustin’s first response when you and Steve tell him about the candle. It’s the first thing he says after a few teasing comments about Steve’s new sunglasses. You didn’t go to the adults, or the other kids, just… straight to Dustin.

He’s just as broken up about Eddie as you are, so he’s just as determined to get him back. You’re sure the others would help, with a lot of convincing, but one of the things you love most about Henderson is that he’s all in, no convincing needed. His friend is in trouble so he’s going to help.

“We didn’t?” Steve frowns.

“It’s the only one we couldn’t just look at,” Dustin nods, “And with Max in hospital, we didn’t even think about it.”

You nod, “but the others were closed, so there was no point, right?”

“We thought so.” He shrugs, “We’ve been wrong before. Like the Mind Flayer hiding in Will and the government opening gates without telling us.”

Steve nods, “Alright. I’ll go check?”

“We’ll all go.” Dustin’s firm, won’t be swayed. “You need my help with the compass.”

“And I’m not waiting here alone.” You add.

“Okay,” Steve shrugs, “But we’re just going to check, right? No going through it.”

Dustin’s eyebrows raise, “That’s what you said last time.”

~~~~~

He’s been walking all afternoon, trying to find your candle again… you’d disappeared so quickly, the shock at him making contact severing the small connection you’d formed. He had to find you again.

You’re all he can think of, well, you and the flame in his throat, as his feet guide him all over town, seemingly aimless in their direction until he realises where he is, a soft crunch under his feet making him look down, laughing in surprise as he finds the pin badge that fell off his jacket during the first fight with the bats.

Which means there’s a gate nearby… or there should be.

He sniffs curiously, smiling wide as he follows the scent of water, not caring to step over gnarled black vines, just walking straight through, everything around him dead and decaying…

He crouches down when the smell is overwhelming, grasping at the thickest vines and yanking hard, grimacing as he lifts his hand and it comes back sticky, like a kid who’s covered his hand in pva glue and peeled it off in one big stretchy piece of film… only thicker and with a greater stench of rotting flesh.

He puts aside his disgust for a moment, scraping at the ground, pulling vine after vine away until he uncovers a small black line in the bedrock. Just like the gate where Chrissy died looked before Dustin poked through it with a broom.

He doesn’t have a broom, but he does have one of the discarded oars, snapped in half from bashing a bat’s face in. Better than his fingers.

It opens eventually… just a little… enough to slip through… the cold freshwater of Lover’s Lake not gushing through the gate cause of whatever weird physics keeps the Upside Down... upside down.

He steadies himself, squeezes his eyes shut… reminds himself that this isn’t the first time he’s taken the plunge into this water, that this time, you’re waiting for him somewhere on the other side…

He jumps in, forgetting gravity for a second, his feet suddenly facing the sky. He watches, eyes wide, as the gate knits itself shut and pulls himself around, kicking off the bottom and swimming up, up, up…

He breaks the lake’s surface with a gasp, and a hiss, immediately sinking below again as the sun glints off the water, his eyes sensitive to the light after so long on the other side.

He opens his mouth, greedily swallowing gulps of water, sticking his head out again, eyes closed this time, treading water as he works out his next move.

He’s still so thirsty, his throat still burns, and he’s certain that he could drain the whole lake dry and not be satisfied. He sighs, letting his body float up, lying on his back, throwing an arm over his eyes.

He should get out of the lake. That’s step one.

Find something to eat, check out Rick’s place and finish the rest of the cereal he hadn’t devoured…

Then find you… sneak around and check out all your usual haunts, or… climb up to your window and wait for you in your bedroom. A real Steve Harrington move.

He laughs. Fuck step two, he wants to find you right now.

~~~~~

You’d had to wait for the end of Steve’s shift to check out the lake, by which point the sun was setting. You’d taken a boat out into the centre of the lake, got deja vu as Steve stripped off his jacket, the lowering sun casting nicer light this time- dusky orange instead of that dark purpley-black.

There’s no point in him going down there, really. The compass works perfectly. There’s no gate.

But it helps to be sure. To be certain that, if you were right, Eddie was stuck in the Upside Down for good.

Maybe you shouldn’t have brought Dustin…

Steve breaks the surface, “No gate.” He frowns, reaching for the sunglasses, eyes dry even though the rest of him is soaked.

You hold back from crying again, bottom lip quivering, “okay.”

“We’ll find a way,” Dustin assures, “Get El to open a little gate somewhere and then close it up again as soon as he’s safe.”

You shake your head, “We can’t ask her to do that.”

“For Eddie.”

“He wouldn’t want to risk-“ you shake your head, “He died to save the town, Dustin, or… almost died… whatever happened, he- he wouldn’t want us to risk the world all over again, just for him. As much as we might want to.”

“Come on,” Steve sighs, “Let’s get home.”

~~~~~

You stayed near the lake, not quite ready to leave. But Dustin had a curfew, and homework, and all sorts of things normal teenage boys have to deal with, so Steve drove him home.

“I’ll be fine.” You’d insisted, “Just come get me in a while.”

You needed to be alone.

To reprocess losing him all over again.

Backpack slung over one shoulder, you start walking, taking the not-so-familiar trail towards skull rock, Steve’s designated pick up point where he’d come find you before it got too late.

With a Walkman blaring in your ears, the mixtape Eddie had made you drowns out the noises of the forest - far from safe in Hawkins, but with no gates, the most dangerous thing was human, and they’re not all that scary when you’ve faced creatures from another dimension.

It means you don’t hear the footsteps behind you, the crack of twigs and the rustle of leaves.

Your only focus is trying not to cry when Master of Puppets plays and you remember how metal he looked on the roof of that trailer… how terrified you were of the oncoming bats… how happy you were to watch him in his element.

You don’t notice when he comes up behind you.

Your only clue that something’s amiss is sudden, unexpected… a sharp yank of the backpack, sending you sprawling to the floor, landing on your ass.

“Fuck, you smell good, sweetheart.” Eddie groans.

Eddie.

Eddie!

“Missed me?”

You stare up at him, pulling the headphones from your ears, “You’re really here?”

He nods, “yeah.”

“Why’d you pull me over?” You stare.

He stares at you, not meeting your eyes. You think for a moment that he’s looking at your lips, but… he’s staring, fixated on your neck. “Dunno.”

You right yourself quickly, scrambling to pull the sandwich from the bag, grabbing some coconut water too - you’re not sure if he likes it, but Steve had insisted on you carrying it, and you know Eddie would rather drink anything other than plain water. “You must be starving.”

You stand, a few feet between you, the food dangling from your fingers as you stare at him.

“Ravenous.” He agrees.

It’s not quite the reunion you had in mind… not like those movies where the two lovers run at each other in the rain and hug and kiss like they’ll never get the chance again…

You’re stuck in place, like you don’t know what to do with yourself, both of you just… observing the other in silence.

“You said you wanted one more chance to hug me and kiss me,” he smiles.

“More than one.” You whisper, “At least one every day for the rest of my life.”

He grins, “Can do. Starting now?”

You nod, still frozen. He steps forward, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. He seems different, somehow… but trauma will do that to a person. God knows after your first experience of this shit you’d been wired and on edge for over a week.

You sob as he gets within reach, finally shaking yourself out of the stupor and pulling him in, closing the rest of the distance as you cling to his soaked clothes, shredded camo vest sticking to your cheek as you hold him.

His arms wrap around you too, and he inhales deeply, tightening his grip, “I missed you. Only woke up this morning and there you were… calling to me.”

“Eddie…” you whisper, “fuck… I thought I lost you…”

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He assures, “I’m not leaving you again. Never again.” His face buries into your neck, and he presses kiss after kiss over the sensitive skin, “you smell so good… ‘m so hungry…”

“Then eat,” you smile, pulling back to cup his cheek with your free hand, “and drink.”

He groans, diving into the crook of your neck again, giving you less than a second to process what’s happening before his teeth pierce your flesh, his hand flies up to cup the back of your head, holding you still as he eats and drinks from you, with your consent. Sort of. It’s good enough.

“E-ddie-“ you gasp, “oh— what-?”

His throat stops burning for the first time since he woke up, and he pulls back, lapping over where he bit you with a dazed expression before he drops you, retreating several steps with a hand over his mouth, horrified with himself.

“Holy shit-!” He stares at you, “what the fuck- I’m- I’m so sorry sweetheart, I don’t- what the fuck-!?”

You’re lightheaded, and take a moment to recover from the sudden blood loss, sinking to the forest floor, staring at him. “Bats…”

“Huh?” He stares.

“You- you were bitten by bats…” you lift a shaky hand, pointing to his torn clothes, “You’re healed…”

“Yeah.” He nods, “I bit you.”

You nod too, “You did.”

“Wh- what the fuck!?”

You break out into laughter, mind racing with questions and thoughts and wild theories that make no sense.

He huffs, fingers feeling his teeth, eyes widening as he finds fangs instead of canines… “Jesus Christ…”

“You’re a fucking vampire, Eddie.” You breathe. “Or… maybe Robin was right to be scared, and you’ve got bat rabies…”

“Fuck…” he scoffs, “A vampire? That’s insane.”

“You’re the one that bit me!” You laugh, “fuck… I just wanted you to be alive again…”

“If I’m a vampire,” he hums, “I don’t think I am. Alive, I mean.”

You shake your head, “but you’re here. I don’t care how or what you are, you’re here. That’s enough.”

He closes the distance between you again, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smile, cupping his cheek, pulling him in to kiss him, wrinkling your nose as you pull back, “Brush your teeth, and then we’ll make out like we always used to.”

He laughs, “you got it, sweetheart.” He sniffs, “What drink is that?”

“Hm?” You look to where you’d discarded the sandwich, “coconut water?”

He hums, “doesn’t smell so bad.” He reaches for it, handing you the sandwich, “get that blood sugar up, babe. I don’t wanna accidentally eat you again.”

You smile, biting the sandwich, “You want some?”

“Can I even eat solid food?” He frowns, twisting the cap off the water, giving it a cautious sniff before downing half the carton.

“Eds?” You hesitate.

“Mm?”

“Your eyes hurt, right? In the sun?”

“Uh huh.” He nods.

“And you- can you hear stuff really well?”

“There’s a drum in my ear…” he nods, “Think it’s your heartbeat.”

You swallow hard, “And that water, did it help? The burning in your throat?”

He nods, “How’d you know?”

“Steve.”

“Huh?”

“Steve got bitten by the bats too.” You clarify. “He’s-“

“Harrington’s a vampire too!?” Eddie stares at you.

A twig cracks a little way away, and you both look over, finding Steve, hands on his hips, “I’m a what?”

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