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You, Me, & Steve

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader x Steve Harrington Word Count: 8.5k Warnings: NSFW, smut, face riding, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, deepthroating, praise kink, daddy kink, gay sex, I’m not saying Steve’s a sub but Steve’s a sub, bottom!Steve, top!Eddie, switch?Reader, overstimulation, threesome... A/N: There this song called You, Me, & Steve by Garfunkel and Oates, and I love the song so...enjoy this filthy ass fic with everyone’s best friend Steve. Thank you!

You smile across the table at Eddie, pursuing another slice of pizza from the pie between you. His face is stuffed with a huge bite, cheeks full and a stupidly large grin on his face. There's grease on the corners of his mouth and a string of cheese hanging over his lip. You chuckle lightly before taking a bite of your slice.

He speaks around his mouthful, "It's great, right?"

"Mhm," you hum, chewing your slice thoughtfully, "'S good."

You set the slice on your plate, dusting off your ringed-up hands as you pick at the slice of pepperoni hanging off the side. Eddie tilts his head as he sets his own slice down, rubbing his hands together before wiping them on his jeans. They were his good jeans, the ones that only had the one small hole across the knee.

"Babe," he calls your attention, raising his brows and offering a small smile. "You okay?" He looks at you through his bangs, reaching over the table and brushing his fingers over your knuckles.

You look up at him and smile, "Yeah, perfect."

You feel his shoe tap against yours under the table and laugh. You return the kick lightly. "We playing Footsies now?" you raise a brow, laughing when you feel his foot kick you again. And then you are playing Footsies as he continues to nudge you here and there, the both of you at war under the table.

A small fit of giggles erupted from you as you gazed at Eddie, his big brown, doe eyes staring back as he laughed rambunctiously. You could have wished a thousand wishes for this moment. You can’t believe that it’s finally you and him, and him and you. Just you.

And his friend Steve.

Steve Harrington plops down in the seat right next to you with a pie in hand, laughing lightly at the scene he’d walked into. Your light-heartedness fades slightly as you glance at him with a tight smile.

“Playing games without me?” he quips as he sets the second pizza on the table. It’s loaded with toppings, and he immediately scoops a slice onto his plate, giving the both of you a large grin. Yours is forced as you return it, Eddie’s is easily reciprocated with nothing but his usually strange bubbliness.

You don’t even know what his whole deal with Steve is. He’s always around now. Before, you could snag plenty of hours with Eddie where it’s just the both of you alone. But now, it seems like you can’t shake Steve.

Eddie would ask, “Hey, you want to go catch a movie?” Then you’d say yes and be on your way to a drive-in and see Steve Harrington coming to join.

Then Eddie would ask, “Hey, you want to go out? Get some food and come back?” You’d say yes and be on your way. Then Steve fucking Harrington would show up once more.

Eddie notices you space out and looks at you again. “Hey, you okay?”

“Hm?” You look at him quickly and offer another tight smile. “Yeah, fine.”

You’ll be better when Steve leaves so you can hang out with your boyfriend alone.

You’re filled with a little bit of hope when Eddie asks you out again later on in the week. You’d just hung out with him and Steve all day. You are hoping Eddie has gotten his fill when he asks you if you want to get ice cream with him. You are excited as you get in his van alone, and then drive to the ice cream parlor alone, and then enter alone.

Your mood is ruined when you spot Steve waiting for the both of you in a booth. He flashes you both that huge grin and beckons you over. Eddie greets him happily and brings you both to go sit. You’re seething, but you hide it well.

It happens again when the circus is in town.

And then again when you and Eddie go to Skull Rock to let loose with some weed and Steve fucking Harrington just shows up.

You could have wished a thousand wishes for Steve to disappear. It's not that you don't like his friend, and it's not that you don't think he's great—truth be told, you had a major crush on Steve before you got with Eddie—but how many hours with him can you truly spend when you hardly even have time to fuck your boyfriend in peace? At the very least, you wanted to just have an hour to yourself to fuck Eddie without him getting a call from Steve to ask if the two of you wanted to hang out again. You hang out so much, you’re so pent up from not having the time.

Eddie notices your unease as you hole up in the living room of his trailer. Steve's lounging on the couch with you squished between them. He grabs your attention with a hand on your arm and excuses the both of you to his bedroom.

Eddie closes the door carefully behind him and is surprised when you jump his bones. You moan into his mouth as you push him against the wall and run your hands over his chest, your lips devouring him as all the pent up stress explodes.

He responds almost immediately, after getting over the initial shock, and kisses you back with just as much hunger. He’s just as pent up as you are. His arms wrap tightly around you, and he turns you around so you’re pressed up against the wall instead. You both moan into the other’s mouth, the sound muffled by your squished lips.

But then Eddie pulls away and smiles at you, chest heaving from breathlessness and eyes blown from lust. “What’s going on?” he asks quietly. “You okay?”

You huff as you stare at him, eyes darkened with desire. “I want you.”

“I can see that,” he laughs lightly. “But Steve’s in the other room.”

You groan and roll your eyes, stepping closer again as you grasp the back of Eddie’s neck, pulling him down so his face is centimeters from yours, just a lip’s distance from kissing you. “Steve’s always in the other room. Or right beside me. Or fucking under me or you. He’s always around.”

Eddie licks his lips, sweeping some hair from your face before drawing patterns over your hips again. “Well, he’s my friend. I thought you liked Steve.”

You sigh, “I do, Eddie, I do… but, Jesus Christ, how long is he going to hang out with us every minute of every day? Why’s he always here? Because, seriously, what the fuck’s his fucking problem? I want you—need you to myself.”

“Okay,” he whispers, pecking your lips gently before pulling back again. “Why don’t we wait Steve out or someth–”

“Are you gay for Steve?”

The question takes him off guard. You look at him with a raised brow as he chokes on air. You already know of Eddie’s bisexuality. He came clean to you about that a long time ago and was met with more acceptance than he realized was coming his way—as if you couldn’t tell when you first met him by the way he acted around certain people.

“I think you might be gay for Steve, Eddie. And that would be alright, but I need you to let me know this shit,” you tell him, tilting your head to one side as you stare him down. “I mean, if you want Steve, just tell me. I’ll… I’ll step back, and you can have him. I just need to–”

He interrupts you with a kiss. It’s a possessive kiss, one that renders you breathless as he presses you against the wall again and cradles your head in his hands. He licks your bottom lip before he pulls back. “You know I fucking love you,” he tells you, his voice low and raspy and fucking amazing. You smile a little, reassured as a weight lifts from your chest at the prospect of Eddie leaving you.

He sighs and pulls back to look at you again. “Okay, look,” he begins. “You remember when you told me after we first got together that you had that huge crush on Steve?” You blush but nod, swallowing hard. “And then I told you that I had that crush on him, too?” Again, you nod. He smiles a lopsided grin, seemingly amused by his next words as he speaks. “Well, Steve has a huge crush on you, too. And he has a huge crush on me.”

Your brain is a little slow to process. You tilt your head as you examine his face. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish before you speak. “Wait, Steve’s bi like you?”

Eddie nods, still grinning. “Steve’s bi like me,” he confirms.

You stare for a moment. “Huh.”

Once Eddie’s sure you understand, he continues. “When Steve came clean to me about it, he also asked me if we could…be his experience.” You stare at him, a little confused only because you were hesitant to figure out his riddles.

“He wants to fuck us.”

You blink a couple of times as you finally understand his words. Eddie laughs, “I only had him around all the time because you know I’m terrible with words, and I wanted to see if you still had that fat crush. But you seemed a little put off by Steve being around all the time so I was about to turn him down.”

You suddenly laugh. It’s a loud laugh that both confuses and entices Eddie. Suddenly, your frustration dissipates into something less heavy. You look at Eddie and smile wide, “Eddie, you should have just told me. I was only upset because I never had alone time with you anymore. If Steve wants a threesome, he can have a threesome. Just talk to me next time, this was not the way to do this.”

Eddie beams. He fucking beams. You can tell he’s been waiting to fuck Steve for a while. You’ve kind of been waiting to fuck Steve, too. Now you’ll be doing it together. Dreams really do come true.

“‘Course,” he replies. “God, I love you.”

You smile teasingly, “Well, I’m not God, but I love you, too.”

He chuckles and kisses you quickly before stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Be right back.” Then he leaves the room to fetch your Steve. You stand there for a moment, still coming to terms with the agreement. Your cheeks blush, and you shake your head, biting your bottom lip in thought.

You laugh and sit on the bed, suddenly nervous as you run the palms of your hands over your thighs. It’s really hot all of a sudden, and the thought of Steve’s body moving over yours makes it even hotter. You hear the TV in the living room cut off, and then you hear Steve and Eddie’s voices murmuring in the other room. Then they approach the door and it’s unbearably hot. You remove your top.

Eddie and Steve walk into the room with you shirtless, your black bra exposing your chest as they take in the sight of you. “Damn, babe,” Eddie snorts. “I knew you were excited, but that was quick.”

You roll your eyes at him and look at Steve, who’s staring wide-eyed at your chest. He notices you watching him watch you and blushes, his face turns completely pink. “Wow,” is all he says. It’s all he can manage.

Eddie closes the door behind him and moves to sit next to you. You feel awkward sitting next to Eddie as you both look up at him. Eddie doesn’t look like he’s going to say anything to help out, so you do. “Eddie just told me you came out to him. He told me about your crushes and everything, and–”

“Is this weird?” he interrupts. “I swear, if it’s weird, I can leave and we can just agree never to talk about this again.” He takes to running his hand through his hair, messing it up as his pink face turns red. He tries to take a step back, a strange movement in his legs as he retreats. You notice the tent. It’s huge.

You stand and close the distance between you. You press your lips to his before he can continue talking, grabbing a hold of his shirt to pull him down to meet you. He’s surprised and breathless and has no idea what to do. So he just kisses back, and when you pull away, he’s speechless.

“Steve, I’ve liked you since way before I got with Eddie. The only thing that would make this weird is if you walked out that door and we all pretended this never happened,” you tell him, brushing your fingertips over his cheek. “Now, kiss me again.”

And he does. All the awkwardness has left his body in an instant, because he’s all over you in the next second. He walks you backwards until you fall onto the bed next to Eddie, hands grabbing clothes, lips sliding against skin, too much heat for one person to take. He’s been pent up for a while.

You moan helplessly into his mouth, weaving your fingers through his hair as you allow him full access to your mouth. Eddie’s watching, licking his lips and watching you both hungrily. He didn’t expect seeing his boy crush and his girlfriend making out so passionately to be as big of a turn on as it is.

But he gets jealous quickly. “Don’t hog all the fun,” Eddie breathes. You let go of Steve to look at your boyfriend, who takes Steve by the nape of his neck and crashes his lips down on him.

Steve doesn’t have time to be shocked by the sudden kiss, he doesn’t have time to process. He melts against Eddie, visibly melts as he kisses back. You watch with bated breath, mouth watering and body tingling. God, you wanted more.

They sit at the edge of the bed, making out desperately as you get onto your knees and watch them. You lean forward, moving some hair from Steve’s neck so you can kiss him there. His skin is soft between your lips. You take some between your teeth, nibbling and suckling as he groans lightly against Eddie’s mouth.

You flatten your hand against Steve’s chest, slipping underneath his shirt to feel the expanse of his skin there. You take his earlobe between your teeth, pulling on it with a shuddering breath before you pull away. Eddie helps you, pulling Steve’s shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room.

He turns him and shoves him onto the bed so he’s lying on his back. Steve huffs for breath, overwhelmed by everything as he watches the both of you stare down at him with lust blown pupils. Eddie smiles down at him, “Now, you stay right there.”

Eddie’s hand wraps behind your head and pulls you close as he kisses you again. He tastes like Steve, like Carmex and Coca-Cola. You moan into his mouth, smoothing your hands under his shirt before you pull it off of him so you can feel his bare skin under your palms.

He’s hungry, you can tell. For you, for Steve. He wants you both all to himself, and now he knows he can have it. His lips find your throat. He kisses and suckles the skin there before his teeth sink gently into your earlobe. “Why don’t you go sit on Stevie’s face? I’m sure he’ll love that.”

You shudder at his suggestion, warmth spreading over your skin as you agree. You lean over Steve’s body, kissing the expanse of his skin from above his belly button, to his chest, his nipples, his throat. You pay extra care to his throat, licking and sucking and nibbling the skin there as your hand holds his chin up to keep his neck exposed.

Steve’s hands grip your sides, keeping you close as he moans underneath you. Eddie kisses your back, his lips connecting with your skin at the spot right before it disappears into your jeans. He pulls those down, over the curve of your ass and to your knees. He plays with your panties before removing those as well. He slips them off of you completely without Steve even realizing what’s happening, too caught up in the feeling of your lips and teeth against his throat. He’s sure you’ve marked him up.

When your clothes have been abandoned somewhere in the room, Eddie takes a generous handful of your ass and kneads it. He’s obsessed with the sounds you make as his fingers dig into the supple flesh. He places a kiss over each cheek.

You move on from Steve’s neck when Eddie clears his throat. You kiss Steve’s face, his lips and his cheeks and his forehead, the very tip of his nose. You worship him with your lips before you let him worship you with his tongue. You sit up and he notices you're mostly naked, save for the bra—which Eddie has just unclipped and removed from your body. Now, you’re entirely naked. Steve’s obsessed.

He looked drunkenly up at you, his brown eyes are black and his pink lips are kiss swollen. You share a look, a question in your eyes as you stare for a moment. He just nods, he nods eagerly. He’s really excited.

So you lower yourself onto Steve’s face, and he fucking gets to work. He’s licking and sucking and mouthing hungrily at your pussy, which had already been throbbing from the anticipation. You’re a moaning mess as you practically melt against him. You have to hover above his face just to make sure you are not bearing the entirety of your weight on him. His arms wrap around your thighs to pull you closer, and it doesn’t seem as though he’s super into you not bearing the entirety of your weight on him.

He pulls you down with a swift tug and you're fully seated on his face. He must be in heaven because he certainly looks like it. Your brain is all mushy and your limbs are shaking as he eats you out like a man starved. His tongue plunges deep inside of you, licking up everything you have to offer as you drip out all over his face.

Eddie’s hard in his pants as he watches. His lip is swollen from both your kisses and his teeth sinking into it at the sight of you two. He finds himself wishing the roles were reversed for a moment. He knows how glorious it is to be buried between those thighs, and he yearns for it suddenly. But he can make due.

Eddie discards his rings slowly, purpose in each little movement. The bed dips, unbeknownst to either of you as you find yourself preoccupied with one another, and he takes his time. Steve’s hips jerk when he feels his zip being undone, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

Eddie leans forward and presses a kiss to your spine before whispering against you. “Don’t come yet, baby. I’ll tell you when, okay?” All you can do is nod. You’re too caught up in the pleasure that Steve is throwing at you as he sucks on your clit like candy.

You moan helplessly, grinding down against his face. His pointed nose presses into your clit in the most perfect way, and it turns you to putty. “Shit, S-Steve,” you whimper. “S’good. You can’t stop.” Because if he stops, you’ll explode.

Eddie just smiles, shifting Steve’s mom jeans down his thighs without a comment about them. He’s a little too distracted to pick up on the joke anyway. He sinks to his knees, removes Steve’s cock from his tight pants, and—Jesus Christ, he’s huge. Eddie’s eyes are wide as he stares at it, completely mesmerized. Steve is rock hard and thick, a delicious vein running the length of his cock that he can’t help but want to lick. And he does, Eddie flattens his tongue against the underside of it and licks a long stripe up Steve’s cock.

His whole body jerks, and he groans rather loudly into your swollen cunt. You jerk next, the vibrations making you melt. You’re barely holding it together, and Eddie expects for you to hold out for a command.

You don’t think you’ll make it. You wonder briefly what Eddie will do if you come without his permission. Will he spank you? Will he make you suck him off? Will he make you suck Steve off? Maybe both at the same time? You’re unable to finish your thoughts as Eddie starts another chain reaction by flicking his tongue over the slit of Steve’s dick.

It’s not long before Eddie finally takes Steve into his mouth. It’s an adjustment, that’s for sure. He’s used to eating out, not sucking off, but he takes it like a pro. Steve’s moaning and grunting into your weeping pussy, and you’re finding it a lot harder to hold off your release that way.

You have to lift off of his face, put a little bit of distance between you two to avoid disobeying Eddie. But Steve is insistent, addicted. He licks his lips where your arousal has spilled over, along with his chin and his cheeks, and really his whole face. His hands bring your back down with his iron grip and he’s buried in you again.

You throw your head back and screw your eyes shut, back arched and body trembling. If Eddie doesn’t let you come soon, you’re going to burst. Steve isn’t helping. You don’t think he’s particularly interested in helping, though.

Steve’s slurping sounds mixed with Eddie’s are driving you insane. You want to scream, to cry, to come. You can only do the first two, and it’s not enough.

A whimper escapes from your throat, rough and whiny as you stutter out, “Daddy…”

Steve nearly chokes, but Eddie replies, “You talkin’ to me or him, sweetheart?”

You grind against Steve’s mouth, the only other alternative to running away from the pleasure that will make you explode. “I needa come,” you whine. “Please, can I come?”

Eddie has to think for a moment, his fist still stroking Steve as he stares at your beautiful back. After a moment, he lets out a sigh and flicks his wrist. Steve groans into you, you whimper. “You've been such a good girl. I’ll let you come…long as Stevie comes, too.”

You don’t think that will be much of a problem. A waterfall of gratitude slips from your lips as your hands tangle in Steve’s hair, gripping and tugging on the dark locks your fingers intertwine in. Eddie’s mouth is on Steve again, and he sucks hard on your clit. You buck against his face, your sounds climbing as you finally find release. You come all over Steve’s face, still grinding and whining as senseless ramblings fall from your lips. “Ah, yes! Thank you, Daddy. S’ so good!”

Steve can’t take it anymore. Between your whimpering praises to his skills and Eddie sucking on his dick, he follows right after you in no time. He moans into your cunt, licking you up greedily as he spills into Eddie’s mouth. There’s so much going on, you can’t process any of it with your jelly-like brain. All you know is that if Steve keeps lapping at your pussy like this, you’re going to burst.

You lift yourself up on shaky thighs to get away from his greedy mouth. He follows you until he can’t anymore, glancing up at your contorted face to see what was happening. Steve sits up, locking eyes with Eddie for a moment and nearly losing it again when he sees his cum decorating Eddie’s face. Eddie’s having a fucking field day with it, too.

Steve shifts you so you’re sitting in his lap, taking your chin in his hands as he looks over your face. “Aww, baby,” he whispers to you. “Can’t take it? Is it too much?” The way he speaks to you, so soft and taunting as he makes you look him in the eye, it turns you on far more than it should. You’re helpless against him, pushing forward to kiss him again.

He only lets you for a moment before pulling you back. “You like how Daddy takes care of you?” he coos, moving some of your hair out of the way. You nod, practically begging for another kiss. As you lean forward again, you feel him brush against you and look down.

Your eyes widen, taking in the sight of his cock. You’re practically salivating because, Jesus Christ, he’s huge. You want it, you want him. Glancing behind you, you can see Eddie taking his spot with his chest flush against your back. You’re squished between them, Eddie’s still in his jeans but Steve is completely naked like you. It’s unfair. But you’re still a little preoccupied by Steve.

Eddie notices you looking and just nods. “I know, he’s a big boy, isn’t he?” he asks, his mouth connecting with the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He licks and sucks and bites the skin there, making sure it’s well loved as he does. “You want to taste him, don’t you? You want to see just how big he is?”

You nod quickly, eyes fluttering shut as Eddie’s teeth brush against that little spot on your throat that drives you crazy. “Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, reaching a hand back to tangle in his messy head of hair. “Fuck, I want that.”

He takes your face in his hand, squishing slightly so your lips pucker. He turns you so you’re looking at Steve, whose predatory eyes glare into yours and devour your soul. “Tell him,” Eddie says. “Tell Steve how much you want him.”

You wet your lips with your tongue. “I want you,” you whisper, barely audible over the heavy breaths and the sound of your blood pumping in your ears.

Steve tsks at you, “You can do better than that. Come on, kitten. Tell me what you want.”

Something in you flips as you lean forward, Eddie’s hand wrapped securely around your throat to keep you from kissing Steve. You moan, “I want you so bad. I wanna suck you off, and I wanna taste you and see how big you are.”

Steve is losing his mind. Your compliance comes so naturally and he briefly wonders if it was trained into you by Eddie or if it was just your natural state. He glances over your shoulder at Eddie and scoffs playfully. “Eds, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was such a slut.”

Eddie beams pridefully, “I know. Ain’t she the best?”

“Please,” you whimper.

“Alright, alright.” Steve smiles at you, leaning forward to press a feather-light kiss to your lips as he smiles down at you. “Let’s see what Eddie says first. He is the boss.”

“So sweet,” he comments, turning your face so he can kiss your lips. You melt, reaching for him as you divulge in his pleasure. You sigh against his lips, tasting the salty taste of Steve’s cum on his tongue. You lick into his mouth, yearning for more as Eddie gives it.

He pulls away after a moment, hand still wrapped around your throat to ensure you can’t continue kissing him so he can think. He smiles, “Yeah, you can suck him off.” He looks past you, his eyes drilling into Steve’s as a wicked grin takes his face. “Steve’s mouth’ll be busy anyway.”

You might not be the only one drooling.

Eddie’s hands grip your waist, and he lifts you up off of Steve. He sits you on the floor so you’re on your knees and tells you to stay, throwing a “good girl” at you when you listen to him. He makes a come hither motion to Steve, who obeys just as well as you do when he crawls off the bed, sitting in front of you.

Eddie takes off his jeans, pushing them down his legs to reveal the tattoos that had been hidden from everyone but you. The both of you stare at them. There’s a barbed wire tattoo around his upper left thigh, a skull eating a heart on the inside of his right thigh, more chain link around his calf. Behind one knee is a tattoo of both your initials. It’s small, and it’s simple, but you love it.

He catches the both of you staring, smirking devilishly. “You like what you see?” You nod, biting your lip to try and hide your smile. He bends down to kiss your forehead. When he straightens his back again, you’re met with his cock in your face. He’s painfully hard, red swollen head, the vein on the underside bulging. You stick out your tongue and lick him.

He gasps between his teeth, stepping away a little with a breathy chuckle. “Eager, are we?” he says. He brushes his knuckles over the apple of your cheek. You lean forward and kiss his pelvic bone, long and lingering as his cock twitches in response. He groans and tangles his fist in your hair for just a moment before pulling you away. “Go on and taste Steve instead. I know you want to.”

And you do. You really do. Steve’s leaning back against the bed, and you realize why Eddie had you sit on the floor the way you were. You sink to the floor, swatting away one of the suspiciously crusted up socks Eddie had lying on the carpet. You take Steve’s cock in your hand, looking up at him as he clenches his jaw.

He’s thick, thicker than Eddie. As you pump your fists up and down his shaft a couple of times, you’re both moaning at the feeling of it. Eddie watches intently, his face hard as he stares. Steve’s hips buck up into your hand when you squeeze, breathing a shaky breath in response. You shift down so your face is level with his dick. God, he’s big. You’re not sure you’ll be able to take him. But one thought back to Eddie reminds you that it probably won’t be as hard as you think, besides you want to impress them.

You pump your fist once more and lick the tip of his cock. Steve hisses, still sensitive from before. Your tongue glides over the slit, tasting his precum as it seeps out. You flatten your tongue along the underside of him, licking from base to tip to feel him. Then you take him in your mouth.

Steve throws his head back against the mattress as you swirl your tongue over his tip, bobbing your head down the length of him as you adjust to his size. His hand weaves in your hair for a moment. He doesn’t guide you, he just tangles his fist to ground himself.

He doesn’t notice Eddie step over him until his mouth falls open to let out a breathy moan. He feels Eddie’s own cock rest against his lips and opens his eyes again. Eddie’s looking down at him with such a dominant gaze, he almost loses his breath. He opens his mouth a little wider, untangling his hand from you in favor of holding onto Eddie.

Eddie leans forward, slipping his cock onto Steve’s hot tongue. It’s an adjustment for him, but he manages as he licks along him. When Steve feels you suckle around him, he grunts and Eddie follows after. It takes a moment, but Steve gets the hang of it rather quickly. It’s almost a dance, the both of you moving in time with one another's movements. Eddie bends forward just enough to grip the sheets behind Steve’s head before finally just taking a fistful of his hair.

You take Steve’s cock down your throat, surprising yourself when you don’t choke on his size. Steve chokes though, he hadn’t expected you to be able to take it—he’s not used to people being able to take it. You and Eddie are surprising him a lot tonight.

You aren’t able to take the last inch, he’s so thick, it’s hard to. He doesn’t seem to mind, perfectly content with the way you fuck your throat on his cock as he fucks his on Eddie’s. He must be in heaven, Steve’s sure of it. There’s no other explanation for all of this. It’s good, and it’s overwhelming, and he wants more.

“Fuck, this mouth is amazing,” Eddie comments. “Now I know what you were screaming about, babe.”

Steve twitches in your mouth, spurred on by Eddie’s praise. You moan, reaching between your thighs to run your fingers through your folds. You’re still soaking, dripping wet from all the factors encouraging your pleasure. Steve is going to come soon, you know it. It makes you work harder, eager to taste him on your tongue as the sounds you make become increasingly naughty.

Eddie’s trying his best not to thrust into Steve’s mouth. It’s hard to, with the way he takes him. He moans more and more, driving Eddie absolutely insane. “Shit, keep that up, sweetheart.” Eddie’s talking to you, his eyes are screwed shut as he nears his own release with Steve. Your finger swirls circles over your abused clit, and your whimpers encourage Steve.

Eddie’s gasping for breath. You’re addicted to the sound, you want to pull it out of him next. He’s going to come soon, so is Steve. You can’t wait as you work harder. Then it’s only a few seconds. Eddie steels his jaw and thrusts forward, little to no warning given as he spills down Steve’s throat. Steve follows directly after, and you are more than happy to clean him up.

Your greedy tongue licks him up as he had done for you. He’s better than you thought, and it makes you yearn for more. Eddie pulls out of Steve’s mouth, lingering there for a moment to catch his breath before shifting out of the way. It gives Steve a clear view of you as you lick along his shaft, collecting his cum on your tongue. He has to pull you away from his dick to catch a break, too sensitive to handle you at the moment.

“Jesus,” he breathes. “Such a fucking slut.”

The way you smirk is mischievous, a spitting image of Eddie’s own devilish grin. “Takes one to know one.” Steve brings you forward and crashes his lips on yours. You moan into his mouth and crawl forward for more. Eddie ventures behind you, sinking to his knees and taking your ass in his hands again. A swift smack to both your cheeks makes you yelp and press further into Steve. When Eddie’s hot tongue sinks inside of you, you moan and your shaky legs nearly give out.

“You taste good, sweetheart,” he praises, spreading you apart as he licks you up. You whimper and grip onto Steve tighter. But Eddie doesn’t keep going for you to come. He pulls away from you after a moment, licking his lips to taste what he could before whispering in your ear. “You’ve been such a good girl, baby,” he groans. “That deserves a reward.”

You visibly melt against Steve, barely able to hold yourself up now. He scoops you up into his arms, and Steve stands after. He practically throws you onto the bed, spreading your legs wide and pressing them up to show off your glistening cunt. He bends down to kiss you there, but he doesn’t indulge. He delivers a surprise smack and you yelp again, and then he steps away.

You see Steve and watch him stroke his sensitive cock a couple of times before letting it fall against your belly. You suddenly lose your breath at the sight of him. He’s so fucking big, he’s going to split you open. Quite frankly, you’re counting on it.

He smirks at you, bends down to kiss your lips, and then turns you over so you’re on your stomach. He manhandles you until you’re on your knees, presenting your ass to him as he massages it thankfully. Eddie moves in front of you, taking a seat with his legs spread wide. You lean forward and kiss his lips. He tastes so good.

His fist tangles in your hair as he pulls you away, winking at you before readjusting you so that you’re level with his cock. You’re all too happy to obey. Just as you take him in your hands, you feel Steve’s tip prodding at you. Your breath catches in your throat, but he doesn’t do anything yet. You feel him move against you, running his cock through your folds in a teasing way that makes you want to scream.

You hang your head, your breath heavy as you grow more and more impatient. “Daddy, please,” you whimper. “Please, I need it.”

He doesn’t answer you, at least not with words. All the breath is forced from your lungs when he pushes inside of you. You're slicked up enough that it’s not as hard, but it takes a moment before he’s buried inside of you. He’s practically stuffed inside you as you squeeze around him, tight and warm and wet. Steve groans and sighs deeply once he’s fully inside. Your legs tremble. You can’t think. You feel so full, he’s filled you up to the brim with his cock.

You only remember Eddie’s cock in your face when you feel him press it against your tongue. You wrap your lips around him and suckle on it, gasping around him when Steve pulls out way too slowly. You’re going to cry. It’s so much. Him going slow will make you crazy.

Steve’s gripping your hips tightly to keep you steady. He pulls out to the tip, and you can feel his thighs tighten against your skin as he presses himself flush against you before thrusting inside. It’s rough, and it’s fast, and you scream. It hurts for a moment, but it’s quickly replaced by a trembling amount of pleasure. Eddie’s hand tangles in your hair as he directs your head to take him down your throat. It muffles your helpless mewls and sends shivers through Eddie in return.

Steve does his best to go slow, trying to make sure you adjust to him before he does anything else. You clench around him, sucking him in as he takes you slowly. Eddie can tell you’re suffering with his pace through your weak moans. He looks up at Steve and tilts his head. “You can do better than that,” he says.

Steve’s eyes were screwed shut, too focused on your constricting cunt to think of anything else. He glances at Eddie. “Tryna get her ready.”

Eddie scoffs, “Oh, she’s ready alright.” Steve’s still a little hesitant, he can tell. Eddie leans forward, wrapping a hand behind Steve’s neck to pull him closer. They’re so close now, Steve’s shallow breaths quicken. “Let go,” Eddie tells him. “I know you want to. She can handle it.”

And Steve listens. His slow pace is long forgotten, replaced with a speed that would rip you in half as he shoves his cock inside of you, only to pull out so he can do it again. You’re a moaning mess, gasping for breath and clenching the sheets underneath you. It feels so good, it’s hard for you to keep up when he’s splitting you apart on his cock.

Eddie’s fist tightening in your hair reminds you of your previous job. You take his cock in your hand, pumping him a couple of times before suckling on him. After a moment, Eddie takes control again. He presses your head down on him, pulling Steve forward to kiss him as he pistons inside of you from behind. You’re struggling to support yourself on your elbows, your legs are trembling and the sensations of Steve’s dick thrusting so roughly inside of you are too much. He fills you and fucks you until your brain is a pile of mush.

Eddie’s cock slides in and out of your throat as he guides you, sighing against Steve’s mouth as you take him. Your clit throbs between your legs, which Steve spreads apart even more to allow more access to your dripping cunt. His hips snapping against your ass are loud and wet, your arousal spilling out all over the both of you as it drips down your thighs.

Steve breaks from the kiss to kiss along your spine, whispering in your ear. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze that pussy. Show Daddy how good he’s making you feel,” he rasps, his teeth clenching down around a patch of skin to make you gasp again. His hand comes to wrap around your throat. He can feel Eddie’s cock thrusting in and out of it and it spurs him on.

“She’s an angel,” Eddie comments. “Fuck, I love her so much.”

Steve groans, “I can see why. She’s perfect.”

Their praise is making it hard to do anything but moan. You’re so full, and they’re doting on you like you’re their perfect girl—and you are. They make a point in letting you know.

Steve’s thrusts are becoming sloppy and Eddie’s becoming more vocal as he nears his own release. There are so many wet sounds and moans in the air, it’s hard to keep track of what’s coming from where. And when Steve’s finger presses against your clit, you’re done for.

Eddie pulls him up to kiss his lips again, and Steve’s fingers become faster. You’re going to burst, you’re going to explode. There’s no way you’ll last any longer like this, especially as he spreads your legs wider with his own. Eddie’s grip on your hair pushes you down just a little more, burying his length inside your throat.

Steve’s moan as he comes is muffled against Eddie’s mouth. His thrusts don’t stop as he comes, they’re closer together, and they’re rougher as he allows your pussy to milk him. That perfect spot mixed with the flick of his wrist pushes you over the edge. You come with a shout, pulling off of Eddie’s cock to gasp and moan and scream because, “Oh, fuck! Yes, Daddy!”

Eddie doesn’t get to come, and he’s not all that upset about it. He’s perfectly content to watch his lovers come all over each other in an explosion of lust and pleasure. Steve presses himself as far as he’ll go as you spasm around him, thighs trembling as your body falls heavily against the sheets, your face still laying on Eddie's lap.

When he pulls out, he’s still gasping for air. He sets you down gently so you don’t just fall onto the bed. You're limp as you slowly recover from your mind-numbing orgasm. You feel so empty without his cock filling you to the brim. He kisses along your spine, feather-light and praising with each connection of his lips to your skin.

He steps away from you, catching his breath as he looks up at Eddie. “Shit,” is all he says as he shakes his head. Eddie agrees with a dopey grin. He shifts off of the bed, running his hand through your hair to soothe you as you lay there helplessly. Steve runs a hand down your spine, and you feel all warm as they take care of you.

Steve sits at the edge of the bed, sweeping some hair from your cheek where it stuck to the layer of sweat on your skin. He bends down and kisses you there, whispering gently into your ear. “You did absolutely amazing, baby,” he coos. “I couldn’t have asked for more.”

You smile at him, even with your face still buried in the sheets. You feel Eddie’s hands on your waist. He flips you over so you’re on your back again. He bends over your body and kisses all over your face. You love him. You love him so much as he takes care of you, makes you feel special.

Your fuzzy thoughts are interrupted when you feel his cock against your pussy. You whine, and he just kisses the tip of your nose. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispers. “Just one more? Can I have one more?” Again, you whine, but it’s not out of denial. “I know, sweetheart. You’re still all sensitive. Just wanna make you feel good one more time, and then you can rest. Is that okay?”

You nod. You could never say no to Eddie, especially not when he acts all sweet—not that you would if you could. He beams, your heart warms at the sight. Eddie’s cock slips between your folds, teasing you for a moment as he coats himself in the mixture of yours and Steve’s cum.

He slips inside of you with ease. He sighs as he bottoms out, pressing deep within you. He clenches his teeth for a moment as you whimper, squirming underneath him. Steve fucked you raw, and you’re sure Eddie will, too. “Fuck, baby,” he sighs. “How the fuck are you still tight?”

You could ask the same question, but you’re still fucked out from before. Eddie starts moving in no time, grasping onto a pace as he slowly builds. You’re already moaning before he’s even gotten faster. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. Every movement inside of you is unbearably good. You clench around him as he presses himself deeply within you. Steve may be thicker, but Eddie’s longer.

He fucks you good, holding onto your hips and bringing you to meet each thrust. You’re trying to find something to hold onto before Steve’s hands find yours, allowing you to grip onto him as Eddie takes what he wants. You can already feel your urge to come sneaking up on you. It doesn’t help that Eddie brings his thumb to tease your clit. He doesn’t really rub it, merely flicks and taps to drive you insane. It works.

You moan for him, feeling your cum dripping out of you beginning to stick to your thighs and fall onto the bed sheets. “You’re doing so well,” Steve whispers. His eyes are glued to your breasts, watching them bounce as Eddie fucks you hard. He’s mesmerized by the sight of them. He reaches out to cup one of them, playing with your nipples with watering lips. Steve loves your tits.

After a moment, he just moves off of the bed to lean beside it so he can press kisses to your chest. His lips trail along your skin, as if you need more teasing from these two. His lips wrap around your nipple, sucking harder as he flicks his tongue and teeth over the sensitive bud. And he does suck on them, just as he’d done with your clit when you rode his face.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie gasps. “Gonna make me come inside you.” You nearly explode then and there. There’s so much going on. Your brain is fuzzy, your body is trembling, and you know you’re going to burst any second now.

Eddie tortures you with his thumb once more, circling your clit to bring you closer to your sweet release. Your body can’t take any more. You don’t wait for a command, you don’t announce yourself, you just come. You arch your back, pressing your chest further against Steve’s mouth, and shout. You clench down around Eddie as senseless cries leave your throat. Eddie thrusts rougher into you a couple of times before he comes after you.

The sound he makes is pathetic when he comes. It’s a mix of a whimper and a moan as he empties himself inside of you. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer, deeper. He lingers there, relishing in the feeling of you squeezing his cock as you milk him.

After a while, he pulls out and Steve pulls off of your breast. You’re breathless and limp from the overstimulation crashing down on you. You’re exhausted. You want nothing more than to fall asleep squished between these two.

You feel both Eddie and Steve’s hands smooth over your aching body, gently massaging all of the tension from your limbs as you lay there, unable to bring yourself to move. You feel Eddie take hold of the underside of your thighs, lifting them up until you’re basically folded in half. Then you feel Eddie’s hot tongue against you again. This time, he’s greedy.

You mewl and whine and whimper as his languid tongue licks through your folds, tasting the mix of cum that dares to slip out of you. He suckles gently on your pussy, your clit, anything his tongue can reach. He cleans you up, and you do nothing but make your pathetic little sounds that are soon muffled by Steve’s lips.

Eddie doesn’t make you come again. He can tell you’re a little too sensitive for that, and you’ve already been so good. He takes a step back and is replaced by Steve, but only for a moment to allow him to lick you a couple of times and place a teasing kiss over your swollen clit.

They put you out of your misery by carefully lowering your thighs. They cuddle up into the sheets, watching you struggle to keep your eyes open. Eddie pulls you to his chest, allowing you to bury your face in his pecs as you cling to him. He feels you press a tiny kiss to his skin and just smiles. “So good, baby. So good,” he whispers into your ear. “I love you so much.”

You can only mumble, but he understands you without a drop of trouble. Steve takes his place behind you, but his arms reach behind Eddie to pull you both closer. Eddie glances at him over your head, smiling gently. Steve pulls the blankets up to cover the three of you, and lays back against the pillows, burying his face in your hair as he takes in your scent.

You don’t even try to fight your exhaustion. They can both already tell you’re fast asleep. Eddie sighs contentedly, watching as Steve settles down completely in the small bed. He smiles.

“Hey,” he whispers. Steve looks at him, humming a sound deep in his throat. Eddie licks his lips, “If you want to…I don’t know, join us…I’m sure she’ll be more than happy. ‘Course we’ll have to talk about it, and it doesn’t have to be weird or anything. Just—if you ever want to, it’s totally–”

“Hey,” Steve interrupts him with a small chuckle. “I’d be happy to.” Eddie smiles, ignoring the blush that had spread over his cheeks. He closes his eyes and pulls you closer.

Just you and Eddie and Steve.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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A cute fluffy eddie and steve ? stranger things

It's movie night. Movie night means arguing, movie night means your snacks going cold, movie night means a lot of subtle groping.

Eddie starts it this time, his hand resting on your butt while the movie's intro plays. You're wrapped up in the scene already, but then Eddie does his signature move, squeezing your ass twice and making a honking sound. He's always very proud of himself.

"Dude," Steve swats Eddie's hand away, "Shut up, I'm trying to watch."

"Well if you'd seen classic movies before like everyone else has, you wouldn't have to pay so much attention."

Steve rolls his eyes, and you crane your neck up to press a kiss to his chin. He shoots an adoring grin down at you, leaning down to nuzzle his nose with yours. Never one to have his thunder stolen, Eddie squeezes again, this time harder, and you turn to him with a huff.

"Are you happy now? 'Have my attention?"

"Very." A shit-eating grin adorns his face, "I get your ass and your eyes? Two of your best features."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrinton #steve harrinton x reader #steddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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moondancediner · 2 years

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I’m seriously obsessed with Steve and Eddie and I’m totally okay with it

sorry this took so long to respond, i read your message and it inspired something in me

Daylight

summary: Hawkins has gone to hell but Steve and Eddie still find the good in you

Steve Harrington x Reader

Eddie Munson x Reader

gender neutral reader! no y/n

word count: 1.6k

warnings: little mentions of blood, minor editing

This is half Steve, half Eddie falling in love with you while at Skull Rock (both in the regular world and in the Upside-Down) and you being an oblivious idiot. The first half is Steve, the second half is Eddie, you can read them as if they're one story, or two separate ones :)

This is also part of a challenge I've made up myself (maybe, I haven't seen anyone else do it) inspired by Harry Styles' new album Harry's House, where I'll be writing one blurb/one-shot for each song on the album in hopes that it gets me back in the writing groove

masterlist

If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you

You’d be the spoon

Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you

It was a wonder, really. Steve was amazed by you. This was, what, the fourth time some shit went and threatened the lives of everyone in this damn town and you still managed to hold it all together, keep everyone in check and not have a total mental breakdown.

You stood over by Dustin, body turned so you were half facing the boy and half facing the circle, watching him pace back and forth with general curiosity. Head tilted ever so slightly to the right, eyes following him as he made tracks in the leaves, pausing every couple seconds. Your head would perk up an inch every time he stopped, and Steve thought that you knew something that the rest of them didn't but he was too distracted by the slope of your nose, the fluttering of your eyelashes and the way you fiddled with your hair to say anything about it.

And it turns out, he wasn't wrong.

But he was merely following you, you had this innate sense about trusting people. Your gut never steered you wrong and you always listened to it. Steve could see it on your face the second you thought something was off. It always took you a minute to admit that you knew something wasn't right, you would fidget with your fingers, your brows would nearly touch, and sometimes you would even bite on your thumb nail, but it never failed that you were right on the money. You were even right about Eddie, who Steve was apprehensive to trust, but not you. You sailed right in, distracting the curly haired super senior who was holding something sharp to his neck, talked him off the ledge and it made him jealous that you saved him by being so nice to the freak.

Not that Steve really thought he was a freak anymore.

Steve watched you watch Dustin and Max and Lucas, your eyes bouncing between the kids you and him had somehow become babysitters for. The kids you loved and would protect with your own life.

The thought made Steve's chest tighten.

"Hey, uh, Henderson's not, uh, cursed is he?" Munson asked from his perch on the ground. To be fair, Eddie was taking this all fairly well. Steve was sure he would've run for the hills if a group of kids started telling him that the reason the whole town was out for his blood was because of some freak game character from an alternate dimension.

"Cursed? No, no, he's fine," Steve glanced at Henderson, who was still pacing, but his eyes moved to yours immediately, drawn to you like a magnet. "Mental? Absolutely." Drawn to your lips as he was reminded once again how badly he wanted to press his own to them.

"Boom!" Dustin exploded, making you jump a little. Steve wanted to rush to your side. "Bada... Bada... Boom! I was right!"

And Henderson was right, the little shit. Your body turned towards Steve, eyes lit up with amusement while Dustin explained how, yeah, Steve was right, he knew where all the good make-out spots in Hawkins were - he invented all of them for crying out loud - but Dustin was right too, something that made you smile when you saw how it irked Steve right to his core.

"He's got an attitude problem," Steve complained to you while you all walked to wherever the compass said the baby gate was.

"I know," you smiled, though it was a teasing kind, "he's kinda the worst," but you didn't mean it, and neither did he.

And Steve really thought he was about to have a chance - his big moment - when you were separated enough from the group and you tripped a little over a hidden branch and he reached out to grab your hand, to steady you, and when you squeezed tight and didn’t let go he thought this is it. This is my chance.

"Dustin, slow down!" Someone yelled ahead of you guys and Steve had to fight the urge not to run away with you, to turn around, go back to Skull Rock, take you with him kicking and screaming if he had to because something bad was about to go down at Lover's Lake. He just knew it.

What he didn't expect was for you to dive head first into a pitch black lake to look for a gate to a hell dimension.

Steve's heart almost dropped out of his ass when you took the lead, popping off your shoes and sweater, revealing the undershirt you had on underneath, momentarily distracting him so he couldn't stop you from plunging into the water before he could even get his mustard yellow sweater off his own body.

You didn't even have the flashlight with you.

Steve let out a string of curse words that probably would've made you laugh, had you not already been gone and by the time he caught up with you, you found the gate and was exactly as they had hypothesized, a snack-sized gate compared to the one El closed.

You reached forward, poking at the skin that covered the glowing red portal but Steve grabbed your hand and pushed off the ground, pulling you to the surface as quickly as possible.

"Are you crazy!?" He didn't mean to yell, really, it just... came out. You grabbed onto the side of the boat at the same time as him, taking a second to cast him an unreadable glance before completely ignoring him. Again.

"We found it."

Infuriating. You were infuriating.

And beautiful.

And amazing.

And getting pulled under the water.

And this time, Steve's heart really did fall out of his ass.

Eddie Munson didn’t think anyone in this town was cool enough for him to be into.

Sure, his D&D friends were cool, how could they not be? But that was a different kind of cool, and after years and years he was pretty damn sure nobody was metal enough for him to like like that.

Until he met you.

He didn’t even really know you - a few passing glances in the halls, a shared class or two - you stayed within your group of friends, not bothering to venture too far out. But you managed to talk him off the ledge while he had a piece of shattered glass pressed to The Hairs neck, and your general calmness in the face of danger kept him nearly glued to your side. There was several times where he felt himself gravitating towards you without noticing, having to consciously distance himself so you wouldn’t get weirded out by the freak.

But you never did.

And here you were, arms raised over your head, getting bandaged up by Steve and Nancy because you decided to dive into a dark lake and got yourself nearby eaten alive by daemon bats in a place Henderson called The Upside Down. And when you ripped one of those demobats nearly in half, Eddie almost proposed right then and there.

You were cool. You were metal. You were fuckin’ Hard. Rock.

Even as you bit back tears while Harrington tightened Nancy’s scrap of shirt around your exposed abdomen.

He wanted to hold your hand and kiss your pain away. Make you laugh so he could see that smile that belonged on the cover of every magazine in the country. Which was stupid, because, again, he didn’t even know you.

And he wanted to punch Harrington for hurting you. Which wasn’t a new feeling because Steve was always a capital D, Dick in school.

“You okay?” You appeared next to him while everyone high tailed it to the Wheeler house in search of the girls guns and another way out of here.

“Me? Shit, shouldn’t I be asking you that?“

You laughed a little and Eddie wondered what your lips tasted like.

“Honestly? I’ve been worse, you just found out about all this like, what, a couple hours ago? I’d be losing my shit if I were you,” you were wearing his denim vest to cover up what the bats had torn apart, the now tattered shirt you had been wearing under your sweater only covered the upper part of your body and Eddie was only being polite when he offered it to you. "Thanks for saving my ass back there by the way."

"Me? Shit, you saved your own ass. Very Ozzy of you." Eddie leaned closer to you as walked side by side, one of his feet lifted in the air to counter his balance and you smiled at him and didn't push him away when he got too close.

"You think so?"

Eddie watched the smile take over your cheeks and felt that all was right in the world again.

"Hell yeah, you're a total badass. The way you just dove into that water," Eddie just shook his head, still walking close enough that his arm would bump your own every couple steps, but you didn't move away and you didn't seem to mind and he couldn't find it in himself to stop, "shit, I could never do something like that."

"I think you'd be surprised by what you would do for the people you love... those people, those kids... that's my family and I'm not gonna let anybody hurt them again."

"That's pretty metal," was all Eddie could think to say. Was all he could say, because if he let his mouth just... go, he was afraid he might say too much.

And you smiled and laughed and Eddie promised himself he would get you out of here without another scratch.

Want more? All you gotta do is ask babes

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sunflowergirl522 · 2 years

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Pretty Boy

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Robin brings the boys to help move her cousin and you mistake Eddie for Steve at first.

Word Count: 1940

Eddie Masterlist

You’re Robin’s cousin and that means that you just have the best damn cousin anyone could ask for. She’s not just your cousin but also your best friend, the two of you have always been two peas in a pod. When either of you were visiting the other you were basically attached at the hip and you’d call each other almost every night and be on the phone until one of your parents told you to get off. So when your dad got offered a job a few states away he was worried how you would take it because you’d be so much farther away from her than just a thirty minute drive.

When he did tell you about the job offer your main worry was college. You knew you and Robin would still talk everyday but you were already enrolled in your current school and working towards your degree. You told him you could see if you could move to the dorms last minute but since he also went there he knew you wouldn’t be able to. So after a phone call to your mom's brother you were moving in with Robin and you couldn’t be happier.

Robin brings the boys with her to pick you up because Eddie’s van would come in handy in a way Steve’s BMW wouldn’t. And she really wanted you to meet Steve and vice versa. She’s told you all about pretty boy Steve Harrington and how he’s her best friend who isn’t related to her along with everything they’ve been through together. She was hoping to possibly play matchmaker because she’s tired of Steve pining after Nancy and you haven’t had a relationship since your ex broke your heart.

“Oh thank god!” Robin exclaims as they finally pull up in front of your house. “You know you two suck for road trips. Remind me to never do this again.” Eddie and Steve had basically been arguing about music the whole second half of the trip. “I mean seriously you couldn’t not be annoying with each other for a full thirty minutes.” Robin rushes out of the van and up to your front door as soon as Eddie opens the back doors for her. She basically vibrates with excitement as she makes it up the walkway. Her uncle opens the door shortly after she knocks.

“Hey Robin, Robin’s friends. Y/n’s up in her room finishing up packing if you wanna head up.”

“Thanks Uncle Jay. C’mon boys hurry up!”

“Robin!” You squeal and tackle her into a hug as soon as she opens your door.

“Hey there cuz.” She laughs as she returns the hug completely. “Are you ready to move in with your favorite person ever?”

“I can’t believe I get to live with you. I’m so excited to be able to hang out everyday. I’ve been packed for the last few days. Like I literally packed up everything but my bed stuff and some clothes three days ago and even then I’ve been slowly packing up my blankets and pillows. I slept with just one pillow and one of the couch blankets last night. But now everything is packed away and I’m ready to go.”

“Wow, she’s even got the Buckley ramble.” Steve’s voice brings your attention away from your cousin and to the two men standing in your doorway.

“Hi! I’m Y/n.” You walk up and offer your hand to Eddie. “You must be Steve. It’s great to finally meet you, Robins told me so much about you!”

“Apparently not enough darlin’. I’m Eddie, one of Robin’s newer friends.” And your face heats up at the mistake while Steve silently scoffs over someone thinking Eddie was him.

“So then you’re Steve?” You tilt your head as you look him up and down taking him all in. “I guess I see it.”

“See what?”

“Well I mean Robins always referring to you as Steve ‘the hair’ Harrinton or pretty boy Steve. And I get it, you’re pretty and all but honestly I think Eddie might just be the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. So he’s so much prettier than you, and he has a lot more hair so I just figured he was Steve.” At this Robin lets out the laugh she’s been holding in while Eddie’s face goes red and a smile appears on his face. He’ll never let Steve live this down.

“Sorry Steve, did I mention she doesn’t really have a filter?” She’ll have to throw out the idea of playing matchmaker with you and Steve now with how Eddie’s looking at you like you just lit up his whole world with that statement. But maybe she could play it with you two. “Alright grab some boxes and let's go dinguses.”

“So you’re the metal head then right?” You ask Eddie as the two of you make your way out of the house boxes stacked in your hands.

“Yeah, I guess that’d be me. Did Robin say anything about me?”

“Umm,” You start to try to think about what she would’ve told you about Eddie.

“It’s alright if she didn’t, we really haven’t been friends for that long.”

“No, no she did tell me some stuff. You’re in a band right? Oh what was it called? I remember telling her it was really cool.”

“Corroded coffin.” He answers while putting his boxes in the back of his van before taking the ones out of your arms.

“Yes! Robin told me she’d take me to a show the next time I was in town and you guys were playing. Let’s see what else did she say? That you play dungeons and dragons and the last time there were issues in the upside down you almost died because of the demobats right?”

“You know about the upside down?”

“Of course I do. Robin tells me everything.”

“And you believed her?”

“She’s never lied to me before.” You shrug nonchalantly before walking away from the van to get more stuff from your room and to get out of Robin and Steve’s way when you see them getting closer.

“So what kind of music do you listen to?” Eddie asks as he catches up to you.

“A little bit of everything I guess. My parents have very different music tastes so I grew up with a lot of different things so it’s just what I like now. Currently I listen to a lot of Metallica, Queen, and Dolly Parton.” Eddie groans as you say her name.

“Oh come on you were doing so good!” When you started with Metallica he thought you were a woman after his heart but ending with a country artist could’ve ruined it.

“Oh god don’t tell me you’re one of those metal heads.” You huff and roll your eyes picking up another box.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. One of those pretentious I only listen to metal or rock and anything else is disgusting. And if you listen to the stuff they listen to but also something different you’re automatically not a real fan.”

“I listen to other things! I just don’t think country music deserves all the hype it gets.” He’s quick to defend himself.

“Oh yeah? What else do you listen to? And have you ever listened to Dolly before?”

“Okay, don’t tell Steve because the fucker will tease me if he knew, but I listen to a lot of Abba. Like an unhealthy amount. And no, I just know the genre she is.”

“Well she’s the best.” You shrug before nudging him with your shoulder. “And Abba fucking rocks. I own every single one of their albums twice, once on vinyl and once as a cassette.”

“What could they be talking about this enthusiastically?” Steve asks Robin as the two of them come out of the house with the last of your boxes.

“Who knows.” She shrugs. “Could be music or movies or comics. Now that I think about it they have a lot of the same interests. Maybe I should’ve been hyping Eddie up instead of you.”

“You were hyping me up?”

“Tried to be your wingman, play matchmaker a bit maybe. That’s out the window though, look at them.” Eddie’s sitting in the back of his van, legs dangling off the edge as he leans back and watches you pace and talk with your hands about something Steve and Robin can’t hear from where they’re stopped. You both have smiles on your faces and the two friends can just tell by the look on Eddie’s face that he’s already smitten. “I haven’t seen Y/n take to a man like this in a while, she’s friendly sure but this is something different. And Eddie’s well, Eddie. I wouldn’t be able to take it if her falling for someone else broke his heart and I constantly had to look into those big broken puppy dog eyes all the time.”

“Well then let’s go play matchmaker Buckley.” Steve starts heading towards the van again with purpose.

“What are you planning Steve?”

“Just sit back and let the master work his magic.” Eddie hops up as Steve gets to the two of you so they can get the rest of the boxes in.

“Is that it Y/n?”

“Yeah that’s it Robs, I had packed up the rest into my car last night.”

“Hopefully there’s room for three people in your car because I can’t handle any more metal or Eddie yelling at me when I ask to listen to something else. And Robin’s obviously going with you.”

“What? You’re gonna drag me all the way out here to drive home alone? No offense darlin’.”

“None taken. Guys that’s sort of a dick move don’t you think? Eddie shouldn’t have to drive with all my shit by himself.”

“Sorry man but I’m all Eddied out.” Steve jabs Robin with his elbow to tell her to say something about it.

“Sorry Eds I’d go with you but the weed smell is really bothering me.”

“It’s not even that strong.”

“Robin’s always had a sensitivity when it came to scents.”

“Y/n why don’t you go with Eddie? I can drive your car that way Robin and I get a break from the van and Eddie doesn’t drive alone.” Steves normally an idiot but Robin has to admit this is kind of genius.

“I’m fine with that. Eddie, you good if I go with you?”

“I’m fine with that.”

“Okay cool. Let me go say bye and grab my keys and we can go.” You head inside and spend a solid twenty minutes saying goodbye to your parents and promising to come visit before they leave in a week and then to call them as much as possible after that. On your way out you yell a bye one more time while grabbing your keys from the holder and excitedly hurry to the trio waiting at the van. You toss your keys Steve’s way before climbing into the passenger seat. “Hurry up pretty boy I wanna get unpacked!” You yell out the window causing Eddie to blush and smirk Steve’s way as he passes him.

“You hear that Steve, I'm the pretty boy now.”

“God I’m starting to regret this already.” Steve says as he and Robin climb into your car. “He’s so damn smug.” Robin laughs at him while watching Eddie get into the driver's seat before looking over to find you shoving a tape into his stereo.

“If it helps Steve I think he’s starting to too. How much do you wanna bet he comes out of this drive liking Dolly Parton?”

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writingdumpster · 2 years

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trying

pairing: Eddie Munson x wife!reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fem receiving oral, p in v, breeding

word count: 2,400

summary: Eddie and you visit Steve and his wife in the hospital when they welcome their second child and you wonder why you haven’t had your first with Eddie. Eddie and reader are late 20s

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You and Eddie walked into the hospital room. Steve’s wife was laying in the hospital bed with the newest Harrinton in her arms. Steve grinned upon seeing the two of you.

“Congratulations, Harrington,” Eddie greeted as he gave Steve a hug. You hugged him as well, kissing his cheek before heading over to see the baby. Steve’s wife shifted over on the bed so you could sit on the edge.

“You want to hold her?” She asked. You nodded and smiled. You took the baby in your arms and looked down at her tiny form.

“What’s her name?” You asked.

“Steve and I want to name her after you,” she said. You met her eyes, excitement filling your own. “But I wanted to check with you in case you were planning to name your children after you,” she finished. The excitement in your eyes was replaced with sadness.

“Eddie and I haven’t talked about it,” you said quietly. “But it’s fine with me.” Steve’s wife could feel the way your energy had deflated.

“Have you asked him why you’re not trying?” She asked quietly. Eddie and Steve were busy entertaining the older Harrington, a three year old boy.

“I’m afraid of the answer,” you told her.

“Waiting won’t change it,” she said. You nodded.

“I know.”

You had been quiet since you left the hospital and Eddie wasn’t sure why. You had been excited to go meet Steve’s kid when you left your house. Eddie had been allowing the silence to brew, thinking you would talk when you were ready, but it was driving him insane. He was watching you wash dishes from the kitchen table. Dinner had gone on with the most sparse excuse for conversation.

“Baby, will you please tell me what’s wrong?” Eddie asked, breaking the tension in the room.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said as you glanced over your shoulder at him. You shut off the sink and placed the last plate to the side.

“Baby,” Eddie protested. You sighed as you wiped your hands off and turned around to look at him. “C’mon, just tell me,” he pleaded.

“Why aren’t we trying, Eddie?” You asked.

“Trying?” He questioned.

“To have kids,” you clarified. Eddie was quiet.

“We didn’t want to rush into it,” he said.

“We’ve been married three and a half years, Eds. I’m twenty seven. It’s not rushing anymore,” you said.

“I didn’t know if you were ready,” Eddie offered weakly. You shook your head in disappointment and turned away.

“Yes, you did, Eds,” you sighed. You started to walk away.

“Wait! Wait! You’re right! I knew!” Eddie called. You stopped and turned back. Eddie ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t get it, Eddie. You wanted this house with all these rooms and a backyard with a treehouse but now it’s been empty for three years,” you told him. “Do you not want children with me?” You asked. Eddie’s eyes shot up to meet yours.

“Baby, baby, baby,” Eddie cooed the moment he heard your words. “Of course I want children with you.” He crossed the room to take you in his arms. “It’s not you.”

“Then what is it, Eddie? Why have we been waiting so long?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes. Your hands had moved to rest against Eddie’s chest. His eyes were piercing as he looked at you. He could see the hurt in your eyes and how it was weighing on you and he felt immensely guilty.

“I can’t be like my dad,” Eddie confessed bluntly. The pain in your face disappeared at once and became sympathy.

“Eddie,” you murmured, suddenly understanding. You raised your arms and took Eddie’s face in your hands. He tried to keep his eyes on the ground.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know it’s not fair of me to have been holding us back,” Eddie apologized.

“Baby, look at me,” you said, ignoring his apology. You didn’t speak till Eddie met your eyes. “You are nothing like your father,” you said, holding his cheek in your hand.

“I just…I don’t want to mess up our kids,” Eddie told you. His hands went to your wrists, holding your hands where they were on his face.

“You’re not going to,” you said.

“I don’t know how to be a dad!” Eddie exclaimed. His eyes didn’t focus on anything for longer than a second. You could practically see the panic rising in his chest.

“Eddie, listen to me,” you said. Your voice grounded him and he looked back at you. “You’re going to be a great dad because you’re a great husband. You love me and you take care of me and that’s all you have to do with our kids,” you told him.

“I don’t want them to turn out like me,” Eddie confessed.

“I do,” you said genuinely. Eddie gave you a sad smile.

“You’re too good to me,” Eddie said. “I shouldn’t have been making you wait. You’re gonna be a great mom.”

“And you’re gonna be a great dad. I know it,” you said.

“You know it?” Eddie asked, his tone was more teasing. He was beginning to believe you.

“Am I ever wrong?” You asked. Eddie grinned.

“No, you’re not,” he said. He released you and started to walk up the stairs. You didn’t move, confused by him.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“Bedroom,” he said simply. You chuckled and shook your head in disbelief. “You coming?” You smiled and followed him up to your room. He turned around and stopped, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder to carry you to your room. You giggled as he tossed you down onto the bed. Eddie grinned upon hearing your laugh.

“Fuckin’ love you, baby,” Eddie murmured into your skin. He climbed over your body, straddling your hips and began pressing kisses to your exposed neck. He grabbed the hem of your shirt at the same time and pulled it up. You sat up from the mattress to aid him and pulled at his shirt once he’d gotten rid of yours. You began trailing kisses up Eddie’s hairy chest but he pushed you back down to the mattress. He grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants and tore them down your legs with your underwear leaving you fully nude for him to admire. He hummed in pleasure at the sight of you and then began slowly running his hands along your curves starting from your ankles till he had reached your face. Your hands went to his hair, tangling in his long curly locks. He tipped your head up and kissed you as he slotted himself between your legs.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight, baby,” Eddie said against your lips. His hands moved to your breasts, thumbs sliding faintly over your nipples. You let out the smallest whine and Eddie smirked. “Gonna treat you the way you deserve.”

“Please, Eddie,” you whimpered. “Touch me.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” Eddie said. You whined disapprovingly and thrust your hips up against his clothed body. “Hey, now. I’m gonna take care of you, baby. Don’t worry,” he chided. You pouted and Eddie smiled.

“I don’t want to be teased,” you said.

“Don’t you?” Eddie asked rhetorically. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No,” you said firmly. “You like to tease me.” He grinned.

“You make it so fun, baby,” Eddie said. He reached down between your legs and dragged his index finger gingerly up your dripping slit. You gasped at the slight contact. “See?” He called. “You’re so sensitive.” He rubbed the tip of his finger around your clit in a slow circle and you let out a quiet moan. “And you make all these pretty noises for me.”

“Eddie,” you moaned. “I need you.”

“And you’ll have me, darling,�� he said. “But I want to taste you first.” Eddie slid down your body while you clawed desperately at his arms, trying to keep him level with you.

“No! Eddie, please, just want you inside me,” you whined. Eddie balanced his chin on your stomach and looked up at you with wide puppy dog eyes.

“Please, baby. Just want to taste how sweet my princess is,” he cooed. You rolled your eyes.

“You know I can’t say ‘no’ to that face,” you sighed. Eddie smiled. He kissed your stomach before sliding back down between your legs.

“I’ll have you screaming ‘yes’ if you give me a minute,” he said. You chuckled.

“Stop talk–” your words were cut off by a moan when Eddie shoved his tongue inside your wet hole. “Oh, Eddie.” He groaned into your cunt as he drank up the wetness that was dripping out of you. Eddie wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked forcefully against the nub.

“Oh, god! Yes, Eddie! Fuck!” You gasped. You clenched your thighs around his head but Eddie grabbed your legs and pinned them open against the mattress. You whined even louder as he opened you up.

“Taste so fucking good, princess,” Eddie growled against you. He was grinding his hips against the mattress as he continued working his tongue against your cunt. You were nearing the edge, about to call out to him when he pushed three fingers into you without warning. Eddie was only able to thrust them into you twice before you were screaming in pleasure. You pushed your hips into the air, but he pushed you back down, keeping his lips locked to your clit. You were thrashing as your orgasm ran through you, but even as your orgasm washed away he kept his mouth on you.

“Eddie, can’t,” you whimpered. “Too much.” He pulled away from your clit with a pop of his lips. He leaned back on his knees and smiled down at you. He grabbed his belt and pulled it down, stepping off the bed to pull off his pants. He climbed back over you. You felt his cock resting against your stomach as Eddie leaned down to kiss you. He was bracing himself on his forearm, resting it beside your head while his other hand explored every inch of skin it could find.

“I love you, baby,” Eddie mumbled against your lips. “Gonna fill you up tonight. Make you a mother.” You moaned and reached down, grabbing his cock and pushing it towards your entrance.

“Please,” you whimpered, begging for Eddie to fuck you. Eddie pushed his lips against yours as he thrust into you slowly. You moaned into his mouth as you felt the emptiness you’d been feeling be satisfied. “Oh, Eddie,” you moaned. Eddie gripped your hip with his free hand and began thrusting in a steady rhythm. You moaned, enveloped in the pleasure of his heavy cock sliding in and out of your slick walls. Eddie could feel your walls fluttering and flexing around him as he increased his speed.

“Your pussy’s pulling me in, baby. Wants to eat me up,” Eddie moaned. He rolled his hips as he fucked you, hitting you at the perfect angle to hit your g spot. You cried out in pleasure, arching your back away from the mattress and into Eddie’s body. You raised your legs, wrapping them around his hips so you could dig your heels into his ass. Your hands went to his chest, dragging red scratch lines down as he rutted into you relentlessly.

“Eddie, need to come,” you whined.

“You can, baby. You don’t have to ask tonight,” Eddie assured you.

“No, need you to come,” you explained.

“You first,” Eddie said. He reached down to your clit and began rubbing back and forth rapidly.

“Can’t take much more,” you told him.

“You don’t have to, baby. I’m close,” he grunted.

“Me too,” you moaned.

“Come with me, baby,” Eddie called. “On three.” You moaned in agreement, unable to form words. “One…two…fuck!” Eddie groaned. He thrust as deep as he could into you, pressing his body against yours. Your pussy flexed around him and you whined loudly as pleasure coursed through your veins.

“Ahh! Yes, Eddie!” You cried out. You felt his warm cum pouring into you and moaned loudly. You could feel yourself involuntarily flexing around Eddie’s cock, milking him of everything he had to give you. Eddie stayed buried inside you after you had both come down from your highs. He pushed off of you and looked down to where your bodies were still connected, pulling out slowly. He groaned at the sight of his cum dripping out of your wet slit. He scooped up the cum that was dripping out of you and pushed it back inside you.

“Don’t waste that, baby,” he teased. Your face heated with embarrassment and you pushed your legs together, bending them up to your chest. Eddie grinned down at you. He pushed your legs aside so he could lean over your body and kiss you. You reached up to run your hand through his hair. Eddie gave your nose a peck before laying down next to you. There was a pleasant silence in the room. You cuddled into Eddie’s chest and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, gently running his fingertips along your bare arm.

“I want a baby with you, but would it be so bad if we had to do that a few more times?” Eddie asked with a grin across his face.

“Shut up, Munson,” you muttered. Eddie chuckled. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“I want a girl,” Eddie said.

“This isn’t a taking orders situation,” you joked.

“I already know you’re no good at taking orders,” Eddie teased. He tickled your sides making you break out into a fit of laughter.

“Stop! Stop!” You giggled out when it got to be too much. Eddie stopped tickling you. He pulled you back towards him. You were each laying on your sides facing one another. A comfortable quiet settled over the two of you.

“I’m sorry that I was making you wait,” Eddie whispered.

“It’s okay, Eds,” you said. “I wish I would’ve known how you felt.”

“I’m sorr-” Eddie started to apologize again.

“Don’t be sorry, Eds. I just want to be able to help you when you’re hurting.” Eddie felt his heart swell.

“You’re too good for me,” Eddie said, more to himself than you. “Too good for anyone.” You smiled at him. You reached out and took his hand in yours, giving it a squeeze.

“Probably, but you’re the one I want,” you said. Eddie smiled.

“Best luck I’ve ever had,” he said. You chuckled.

“I think it’s the only luck you’ve ever had,” you teased.

“Well, that makes it the best, doesn’t it?”

“No,” you said. You kissed him softly. “It makes you the best.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x wife!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic

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luvjordie · 8 months

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steve harrington x fem (implied) reader, college au, part 1 <3

summary: you’ve never really been fond of steve harrington. but your best friend is his roommate and theyre hitting it off pretty good, so you just might have to see him every day for the next four years. so maybe making him slightly more tolerable wouldnt hurt..

The books weighed heavy in my arms as i stood outside of the crappy off campus apartment my best friend now lives in. Sure, i havent been inside yet, but knowing Eddie, i was 1000% sure that it was some sort of fucked up. I had knocked a few seconds ago, and behind the door i could hear Eddie tripping over shit in his journey to let me in.

“Hellooo, M’lady.” He smiled brightly, taking the top half of my book load, and letting me into the dorm.

“Stop calling me that, asshole.” I snorted, closing the door behind me with a bump of my hip.

“Nope. Not until you finally decide to visit me for a reason other than making me study. We havent even started classes yet, you freak” He chuckled, making his way into the small kitchen area for a what i thought was a beer. Until he pulled two of like 13 juice boxes out of the small fridge.

“Its that.. Is that a juice box, Edward?” “Okay i can explain. My roommate is totally the party animal type, so all my good stuff stays in my room. Actually I think you might, oh i dont know, i think you might know him.” He shrugged, smirking and handing me my juicebox.

“Doubt it, never left Hawkins in my whole life. Now enough bull, I need to finish making my flashcards before classes start, which one is your room?” I said, looking through the doors to find the messier of the two.

“Y/N, Honey, thats not-“ Eddie tried to help, but I was determined to start the stupid flashcards. Until I found out who his goddamn roommate was.

“Your roommate is Steve Harrington?” I looked up at Eddie, who was now leaning against the doorframe, looking at me smugly.

“His roommate is Steve Harrington. Nice to see you four eyes. Someone grew over the summer, lost the glasses too, I see?” He smirked, placing the box in his arms labeled “hair shit” on his bed carefully.

“Im nineteen years old, dickhead. I dont grow anymore, and yes I lost the glasses. Eddie please show me to your room, I would like to start my flashcards”

“Shes still like this? Come on Y/n/n, loosen up a little I mean you got out of Hawkins. Its time for you to learn that life isnt all about having your nose in a book.” He said, leading you and Eddie into the living room as he spoke.

“Aw ive been upgraded from four eyes. Im flattered. And Harrington, youre only here because your daddy has money, so its not like youve ever needed to have your nose in a book.” Before Steve could shoot back, Eddie started speaking.

“Okay so now might not be the best time to mention this, but we are kinda trying to plan a movie night right now. So if you arent going to help, I do recommend going to get your roommate.” He asked, eyebrows raised in amusement, as him and Steve silently agreed over tape choices.

“How the hell did you drag Robin into this already Harrington?” I asked, throwing myself onto their slightly uncomfortable couch.

“What do you mean?,” He smirked, “Buckleys my best friend. She is also on snack duty, so if you decided not to stay, be a doll and tell her to hurry up, would you?”He said, leaving the area to go back to his room for more tapes. I groaned loudly, as Eddie aggressively took a seat next to me.

“You knew, and still let me come over? I hate you so much right now, Munson.” I said, laying my head on his shoulder, his crazy hair falling over my eye’s slightly.

“I know, but Harrintons not as bad as he used to be. I promise, M’lady” I could hear the amusement in his voice as he said that. The two of us just sat there in silence for a bit, until Steve came back, and assigned me to ‘decorate the shitty couch duty’.

“I have homework you know, Steve.” I said, snatching the stack of blankets from him. I couldnt see at the time, but Eddie had literally just walked out of the door.

“And I have a movie night to finish planning.” He stated plainly. Something about him and his indifference towards college was really frustrating. But I guess it was to be expected. Hes Steve Harrington.

“You know, former four eyes,” you rolled your eyes at the new nickname, “Im not going anywhere. Youre going to have to get used to me.” He said, placing the stack of tapes planned for later on the Tv stand.

“Youd be much more tolerable if you werent such a.. A you. You party until three in the morning, and dont care if someone ralphs on your lawn. You dont study, you charm your way into passing grades. And we still ended up in the same school. Theres no getting used to that.”

“Well you know, coexisting with you isnt making my life all sunshine and rainbows either. You study, and you study and you study. You get amazing grades, without having to wink at 100 year old teachers. Your friends like you for.. you, not your parents money. So id say its gonna take a while for me to get used to you too.” We were standing in a very awkward silence now, neither caring if Eddie was standing behind either one of us, and if he was its not like we’d notice.

“I have an idea.” I said. I can’t believe youre doing this Y/n. “You dont like that im smarter than you, right? What if.. What if I helped you study?” I could tell he was skeptical, and so was I. I didnt know what hell i was getting myself into then.

“Whats in it for me?” He said, bending down in front of the couch to start moving the equally shitty coffee table.

“You get to teach me how to have a good time,” Seeing the look on his face I felt the need to elaborate. Loudly, “NOT THAT WAY. I mean you can, take me out on the town or whatever it is you do. Bowling, drinking, dancing, whatever the hell it is you deem fun.” Now he was smiling and I couldnt tell if it was a smile that should make me embarrassed and run full speed, and probably trip, out of the apartment.

“Okay. But, i get to pick where I take you and when. You can pick what we study I guess. Hey maybe that stick thats been up your ass for the last nineteen years will finally disappear.”

“Haha, very funny Steve. Im being serious though. You teach me to not be a prick, I make you less of an absolute dumbass, and hope it makes you more tolerable.” I absolutely could not believe id even offer to do something like this, but there was no way in hell id spend the next four years hating his guts. Im with Eddie 25/8 and apparently hes tight with Robin. Hating Steve would fuck everything up. Which is why i wasn’t entirely suprised when he said,

“Okay. But only because id pay good money to see you consume alcohal, Y/n/n.” He said, a somewhat serious, and very rare, look on his face.

“Cool. Cool cool cool. So you think we should like.. plan it? Or is not planning things part of the Steve Harrington Slutty Popular Rich Kid experience?” I asked, as began to turn the coffee table around to make a little snack stand. Creative.

“Oh it’s definitely part of the experience. But planning might help, hows after the movie sound?”

“I have to study after the movie, Steve. Im already moving it back because of your spontaneous attack movie night. “

“So after the movie? Perfect”

A/N: posting is literally so inconsistent but i have like a total of 45 minutes of free time every day- but once i get my schedule n stuff down ill def post more😍🤞 so p2 prob coming soon! if u have ideas for this mini series dm me im so uncreative rn💀

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stevie #x reader #college au

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lover4st · 2 years

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3am phone calls(steddie) @arstyrannus

the lovers, the dreamers and me(harringrove) @ratbastardbilly

floating around harrintons pool(bat!eddie) @ars-de-elysium

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can we just talk?(steve harrington x reader) @inaramisview

highschool au(steve harrington x reader) @nervousgardenerkid

crystal clear(steve harrington x reader) @familyvideostevie

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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blood sucker | prologue

steve harrington x vampire/demon!m!reader x eddie munson

a/n: im obsessed w them so enjoy

t/w: stalker-ish behavior from reader

Hawkins, Indiana was boring.

Everything about the town seemed lackluster. From the high school, to the shops, to the very residents. On the surface, it looked like nothing more than a rural, middle-of-nowhere, hick town.

But what brought you there, was the pull from the upside down.

The upside down wasn’t new. Far from it. But human access to it was new. And somehow, this nowhere town had managed to figure it out.

You’d watched the residents from a distance, paying close attention to Eleven, an escaped experiment with notable powers.

The monster they’d chosen to call the demogorgon, chasing down and hunting the residents of the town. Only to fall when faced with some middle aged parents, a bunch of kids, and their babysitters.

It was admirable, really.

Of course, one of them had made the idiotic choice of keeping a baby demogorgon, but they figured that out quickly.

No, what truly fascinated you, was when Vecna began to sink his claws into them. Well, at least that was the name they knew him by. You weren’t a big fan of his, though you supposed in some ways you were similar.

You weren’t sure what name the small group of kids would chose for you. Maybe demon? Wendigo? You weren’t even sure there was a term for you.

But one they’d most certainly agree on would be “Monster”. Not that you could blame them either.

Frankly, you didn’t care what a bunch of kid mortals had to say about you. You’d eaten tougher people than them for breakfast. Well… actually… they were fairly tough.

The only person you wanted to hear the opinion of was Steve Harrington.

He was well respected within his school. Though it was originally for being a complete asshole, he’d shifted over the last months. He was more compassionate now, taking on a role he didn’t really want, but had come to love.

You’d watched him fight off monsters for them, step into danger, and (attempt to) beat the shit out of Billy Hargrove for them.

Originally, you thought you’d only care about Steve. You’d shown up to him, appearing as a random classmate at parties, making idle chatter and trying your hand at subtly flirting. Considering the mortal view on same sex relationships, you didn’t think he caught your hints. But you were fine just keeping an eye out for him.

You were sure Steven was the only mortal you’d ever remotely care about.

And then Eddie came along.

#letters to stranger things #steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie #poly!steddie #steve x reader x eddie #steve harrinton x reader x eddie munson #supernatural!reader #vampire!reader #demon!reader #monster!reader

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blood sucker | masterlist

steddie x top!vampire/demon!m!reader

women dni

meant to be top but can be can be read either way

summary: hawkins, indiana was boring. but that didn't matter to you. you were much more focused on eddie munson and steve harrington, the only mortals you found any interest in. and with your intense focus on them, how could you be expected to abandon eddie in the upside down? even if it means he has to turn.

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prologue

1 | Steve, Eddie, and the Beginning of Gay Panic

2 | And I Said No (Y'know, Like A Liar)

3 | Smash Mouth

4 | Some Like it Hot

Smut Chapters

1 | Pretty Boy [E.M.]

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blood sucker | 3

steve harrington x vampire/demon!m!reader x eddie munson

chapter summary: Eddie decides breaking and entering I'd his best course of action... It only he mentioned that to you.

a/n: not much beta, a bit of angst and slight filler before my next one but oop

t/w: stalker-type reader, angst, no beta

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Smash Mouth

Eddie had never felt more selfish in his life.

From an empty aisle of his favorite record shop, he’d spotted Steve Harrington. To which he’d freaked out and you dragged him back home.

That had been yesterday, and the image of Steve was drilled into his brain.

He hadn’t seen anyone else around, just the brunette in one of his preppy polos, his Family Video vest thrown over his arm.

He was smiling, one hand is his pocket and the other fiddling with the fabric in his hands. He gave some girl a smile, making her giggle and turn to her friend, clearly talking about him. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d say Steve had never been through the Upside Down.

And he panicked. Because he wanted to ruin it.

He wanted to walk up and announce himself and find a place in Steve’s life. He wanted to join the group again, to introduce you to his friends. Maybe he could include you in all of this. Maybe he could actually be happy and live like a normal person for once.

And every time he thought about it, he couldn’t help but feel selfish. Finally, they were moving past things. They were out of the Upside Down and everyone important had walked out of hell with them (Max wasn’t quite down yet). Stepping in now, after they’d gotten used to their new normal… could he really do that to them?

Was it selfish to ruin everything just when they were moving past it? Maybe. But he wanted to do it anyway.

Would they even want to see him? School would be ending in a couple months, and Dustin would be running Hellfire. Sure, some of his old friends might miss him, but maybe Hellfire would be less of a target without him yelling at everyone.

Wayne would have one less person around, he probably took up most of their spending anyway. Maybe he could stop working so many long nights, and worrying about Eddie’s future.

Nancy and Robin would be moving on in their lives. Nancy to college and Robin graduates soon. Robin was always nice to him (and he’d bet money she was about as gay as he was). And they’d be their own people, whether in Hawkins or not.

The kids of Hellfire, being Dustin, Mike, Erica and yes even Lucas might need a leader. He pushed them outside of their boundaries. But Dustin could do it, that much he knew. That kid, as annoying as he could be, was a perfect replacement.

And Steve was a popular rich kid. Even better, a genuinely kind popular rich kid. He’d end up with a pretty wife (probably Nancy, which was a win for him), 5 kids, a stable job, and a picket-fenced house.

Where did he fit into all that? A possibly drug addicted super super senior who listens to the devil’s music and may be an undead cannibal?

But the selfish part of him wanted to try anyway.

He missed Dustin and the Hellfire kids, Steve and Robin, even Nancy and that Max kid.

You assured him he could go back. You offered to take him even, to hold his hand through the whole thing. He didn’t know if he could ask that of you.

He was already living with you, living being the important word. But the past few months had made you much more than ‘the guy who saved his life’, as impressive as that title was. You tried to include him in everything. He let you go by yourself to hunt people (he still wasn't into the whole murder thing), though he joined you for small walks through the woods or trips to stores. Stuff that made him feel human again.

And as he slowly grew more confident, that same thought about going back would slip into his head.

He’d been too scared to see anyone else after the accidental run-in with Steve. You’d told him plenty about what they were up to, though.

Dustin had made a makeshift grave in the woods, one away from anyone who may want to disturb it. Everyone had gone to visit it at some point, leaving him small flowers or items they thought he’d like. You’d taken him in the middle of the night once, letting him look over the small altar they’d made. He didn’t know who kept bringing him the beer, cigs, and a joint, but he was rather thankful.

‘People who really understand me!’ He’d announced, already starting to smoke on his way back to your home. Not like it could hurt him anymore.

With his name clear (which he was still confused by, how’d they do it??), he was free to explore. He had a surprising lack of judgment as well. It was strange. As if people had forgotten the ‘serial killer’ on the loose only months earlier.

There were still mentions of Jason and his group, how they’d shown up dead. But his name was never in the mix. There was nothing but the usual stares, mostly gawking at his sense of style or scared he’d make them roll for charisma.

You didn’t seem nearly as interested as he was, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not yet at least.

His eyes cracked open as he forced himself deeper under the covers, melting into the warmth of the sheets. You were out, he didn’t know where. You’d simply asked him to stay in your house, as per usual, leaving him in the empty silence of your home.

He’d asked plenty of questions about your house. It was basically in the middle of nowhere, literally. Your only doors led to completely different places, nothing like the soft, peach colored dawn he saw out your window.

The more he asked, the more he found out that you wouldn’t give many answers. All he’d figured out, is that it was a space between, like the Upside Down. You hadn’t told him much about you, or your life. He wasn’t really one to pry either.

It was ever so slightly concerning that you’d been stalking him and Steve for an unknown amount of time, but the longer he spent with you, the more he realized why.

You simply didn’t understand people. You hadn’t really been around any, not for longer than a few minutes, anyway. He and Steve were your only human interaction.

Stalking wasn’t a concept for you, in fact, talking to people at all wasn’t a concept. Watching and waiting was the only thing you knew. As far as Eddie was aware, you’d been doing it as long as you existed.

He was rather excited to be one of the first people to catch your eye (he bragged frequently), and as you spent more and more time together, you got closer and closer.

Your room was comfortably warm, just enough so his feet didn’t freeze when they hit the wood of your floor.

He changed into some of the clothes you’d bought him. The style was similar to what he’d normally wear, in fact, he was certain he had some of the shirts. He slipped on a band tea and his leather jacket. After he’d arrived at your house, it’d needed some patching, but it was good enough for him.

Being alone in your house was weird. It didn’t feel like his home. But his home was currently wrecked by an “earthquake”, so this was as close as it was getting.

He walked through your living room, glancing at your back door on the way to the kitchen. Much like the front door, it led somewhere else, this time to Hawkins, not that it looked any different from a normal door. He trudged past it, trying to ignore the tug he felt from the door.

Your kitchen was just as normal, save for an absurd amount of wine bottles in a large, fridge-like box. He grabbed one that was half finished, cringing slightly as the deep red sloshed around against the glass.

Since the middle of nowhere had nothing but small, close knit towns, it was hard to take whole victims without starting a search party. Blood was the easier answer. You taught Eddie how to hunt as best you could, showing him how to charm a girl into a back alley, or how just one glance at a boy would get him to follow you in a trance.

He wasn’t a fan at first, but his tune had changed the second the crimson liquid hit his tongue. It was energizing. It wasn’t the same metallic taste he remembered from biting his lip or licking a cut. It was sweet, almost saccharine, though not overwhelming. A taste he could get addicted to.

It was a strange adjustment. One he hadn’t really wanted to make. But there wasn’t really a way to go back now.

He sighed, shaking off the thought and opening up a cabinet. Looking over the strange variety of mugs, ranging from classic tea cups to glasses that looked older than him.

He squinted at a pastel pink one behind a few other cups. It was rather out of place for an old as hell supernatural being, so he grabbed it almost instantly.

To his surprise and mild amusement, it had a cat on it with several red hearts covering the pink mug. It was shockingly cute, the cat’s large face covering the side of the mug. It wasn’t exactly what he was expecting, but a mug’s a mug, right?

He opened the bottle, pouring a full mug.

He stared down at it for a whole minute, meeting his own eyes in the dark reflection. He looked at the bottle, seeing only a date on it, about a week prior.

You’d taken him with you that time, some popular bar a few towns over. You’d managed to find a guy who seemed interested enough in you, and it didn’t take much to convince him out of the bar.

Eddie had panicked when you took him back to your house. The man was practically entranced, not processing much of the world around him. Or maybe he was just blackout drunk. Either way, he’d followed you to a back room and gotten on a table. He hadn’t even complained when you leaned down toward him, cutting open his neck with your teeth.

Eddie watched from the doorway, thinking that maybe he wasn’t as ready to join your hunts as he thought.

He panicked upon seeing the amount of blood dripping from the wound, filling a basin on the floor. He’d shoved you away from the man. He wasn’t strong enough to get you off, but you backed away willingly, sensing his distress.

Maybe it was seeing the red gush from his wound that made Eddie move. Maybe it was remembering that same feeling. Regardless, Eddie stared at the man on the table, watching as he blinked out of his stupor.

Truthfully, he didn’t remember much else.

You told him what happened after, though by then any wounds leftover had fully healed. He swore up and down he didn’t remember the man stabbing him, Eddie didn’t even know the guy had a knife.

He’d woken up a few hours later, with a familiar black liquid dripping from his mouth. Only a few drops dripped from the corner of his lips and he swiped up some with a finger. It was thick and dark, like he imagined oil or tar would be.

He didn’t hesitate to lick it off his hands, cringing in slight disgust at his own actions. Whatever the fuck that stuff was, he found himself addicted to a taste he didn’t recognize. Was home a taste?

But even the mystery tar he’d licked off his hand at four am was less gross than the mug below him. Despite popular belief, he didn’t actually drink the blood of virgins, and he wasn’t any keener on drinking anyone else’s blood.

The disgust always went away when he took his first sip.

He melted into it, slowly drinking down the cup. It was as if it warmed up his body, taking away whatever aches and pains he’d previously felt.

The guilt always came after though. He didn’t even know where that man’s body was, and here he was, drinking a cat mug full of his blood.

Eddie tried not to think about it, pushing the thought out of his head as he filled the cup back up and walked to your living room.

On his way, he passed the back door, slowing down when he felt the same tug as before.

Going back seemed like both the best and worst thing for him. Explaining everything to a group that likely didn’t want him anyway? Would they even listen?

They’d fought to clear his name, but there was no doubt in his mind they’d have done it for whoever Vecna caught in the crossfire. It didn’t guarantee they’d be thrilled about him hiding out for a month.

Then there was the matter of you. And whatever the fuck you were. Explaining his new diet and demon boyfriend wouldn’t be the easiest thing.

And then, he heard that voice in the back of his head.

The stupid one.

The one that gets him in trouble. The one that makes him taunt Jason, or yell at all the other jocks of the school. The one that loved taking risks, regardless of how poorly his decisions usually turned out.

And damn, he was awful at ignoring that voice.

Dustin had never felt more nervous in his life.

Given everything he’s had to deal with, he’d say that was rather impressive.

His days were much more normal than they had once been. There was less worrying about the Upside Down, or what awful creatures would show up at his doorstep next.

School was boring, the only time Dustin was remotely entertained was during lunch.

The Hellfire Club kept their table as well as their weekly meetings. They’d supported each other as best they could, trying to understand a death they’d never truly figure out.

The rest of Hawkins High was recovering just like they were. Jason was gone now, along with a few other Hawkins students.

The town seemed afraid to address the previous murder allegations they’d been so happy to toss out. He’d seen people throw him looks of pity, even the teachers that’d once rolled their eyes at Eddie seemed to miss him.

Dustin didn’t understand, but he didn’t try to. If the rest of the town finally wanted to show Eddie an ounce of respect, he’d let them. Sure they still called him a freak, but that was better than murderer, right?

Eventually, the police decided Eddie couldn’t have… crushed… Chrissy on his own, nor could he have killed the others found dead. According to the law, Eddie was innocent, and that was good enough for him.

He hoped it had something to do with the slightly makeshift (and only technically fake) accounts they’d each given of ‘seeing Eddie and Chrissy’ on the day of her death. Of course, the recent disappearance of yet another asshole jock may have helped, but he liked to think he did too. Despite Nancy’s original curiosity, the group stayed far away from what may have been an actual Hawkins murder.

Regardless, life in Hawkins was slowly moving back to normal.

For the kids of Hellfire, Eddie had been a forbidden topic at first. They were all in silent mourning, afraid to hurt each other by mentioning his name. Eventually, Mike cracked a joke about Eddie climbing up on their table again and the whole club laughed. Finally, they were slightly more whole.

Dustin sat in Eddie's seat now. It felt illegal, like he was usurping a throne he could never truly own. But Eddie had given him one job, and it was hard to watch over all of Hellfire when he couldn’t even see them from his seat.

On one of his many trips to Wayne’s new trailer, Dustin had picked up any spare Hellfire t-shirts Eddie made for new members. There weren’t many, but now they sat in Hellfire’s club room, awaiting any new arrivals.

For now, Dustin wanted to shove Vecna in the back of his mind and finish out ‘86. No thinking of demobats, or the Mind Flayer, or the Upside Down and its strange slithering vines.

“Think you’re up to running a campaign?”

Mike’s question interrupted Dustin’s thoughts. He was faced with the sudden realization that he’d missed most of the conversation.

“I don’t really think I should,” Dustin mumbled, grabbing another chip out of his bag and slowly eating it.

The rest of Hellfire had gone home. Most of their meetings were spent talking about new characters or simply hanging out. It was good enough for them, taking turns running small one-shot campaigns. But eventually, a DnD club was going to have to play DnD.

The group looked at each other, all debating who should speak. Mike glanced at Lucas who glanced over to Will (who was now sporting his own Hellfire shirt). Eventually, Mike and Will both glared at Lucas who let out a silent sigh.

“You love this stuff man,” Lucas offered. “You won’t do it like he did, but that’s fine. Just do it like you.”

As if he needed the reminder.

Nobody could DM like Eddie could. Honestly, no one could do anything like Eddie could. Sitting in Eddie’s seat was just too weird. He wasn’t Eddie. No one was.

He didn’t want anyone to be Eddie.

Even though he was doing exactly what Eddie asked, staying with Hellfire felt weird. It wasn’t the same without some eccentric freak making fun of them. It wasn’t the same without Eddie jumping on tables or insulting every jock he saw.

Usually he’d ask Steve for help, but Steve was just as lost as he was.

Dustin had planned on trying to play matchmaker with Robin when they got back from the Upside Down. Maybe Eddie could actually get a boyfriend (Dustin didn’t really need Eddie to come out and say it).

But now that idea just left a sour taste in his mouth. Like he wasn’t allowed to think of it without Eddie there.

“Not right now, okay? Just… not yet,” Dustin mumbled. He grabbed another chip despite not being hungry. The room seemed so much colder from Eddie’s chair.

He could see his friends still looking between each other, defeated. With Will back in Hawkins, there was a new face at Hellfire’s table. Two new faces, actually, but El rarely stayed after school.

“Give me some more time.” Dustin didn’t know how long he’d be saying that. How much time did he need?

He definitely didn’t need this much time after Billy died, but in fairness, Billy had tried to run him over and had beat the shit out of Steve.

How much time was he supposed to need? Everyone else was doing fine, right? Even Steve was managing. Poorly, but he was managing.

The group went back to idle conversation. He pretended not to see how the three all nudged each other under the table, each wanting someone else to say something else about a campaign. There wasn’t much of a point anyway, Dustin wouldn’t change his mind.

It just didn’t feel right.

He’d gotten a ride home with Mike, joining Nancy in ‘critiquing’ Mike’s music taste.

When he’d gotten home, he sat at his desk staring down at his homework. He’d spent so long drifting that it’d taken hours to finish, each problem seeming slower than the last.

After he had finally finished, he’d collapsed in bed, staring blankly into the ceiling.

The sky had turned dark, and though the lack of light made it hard to see, Dustin made no move to fix it. He could hear the distant sound of dogs barking, muffled by the glass of his window.

How did everyone do it?

Will was back in town, apparently staying for a little while longer. Mike was spending time with El and the rest of Hellfire, falling back into the groove of friendship he’d had for years. Lucas was worried over Max most of the time, but was always positive. Max didn’t give up just like that, after all. Steve was working as normal, pushing his way through community college to the job his father was sure to offer. Even Nancy and Robin were doing good with school and the small friendship they’d made.

It was like they’d wiped their hands clean of the Upside Down, simply moving on with their lives. They were all back to normal, as normal as they could be after fighting a really tortured spider enthusiast.

And yet, Dustin sat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how the fuck he was supposed to be okay.

Is this what watching over everyone meant? He wanted to ask, to walk over to Eddie’s house or show up at his locker and demand answers. How could he be sure he was doing it right? What if Mike was a better DM for Hellfire than him? What if Garreth or Jeff was more capable? Maybe Will would do well.

But Eddie picked him. And he desperately hoped he was doing it right.

Though he tried to catch himself, his eyes trailed over to the vest hung on the back of his door. The worn fabric was adorned with pins and hand-sewn patches, though Dustin could see a few drops of blood still on the fabric. Most of it had washed out, but he knew exactly what the darkened spots on the denim were.

Steve had given it to him when they got out of the Upside Down. The older boy hadn’t wanted it, knowing how close Dustin and Eddie were.

It felt wrong taking it. He felt the instant need to give it to Wayne, something for the man to keep with the rest of his mementos of Eddie. But he took it anyway.

It stayed on that hanger since he’d gotten home that same day. He couldn’t put it on, after all, it still belonged to Eddie.

He’d missed his mother asking if he wanted dinner some time earlier. He’d only mumbled he wasn’t hungry, unsure if she’d even heard him. As far as she knew, he was mourning the losses like the rest of Hawkins, he’d never told her much about Eddie. Thankfully, she hadn’t pushed him yet. She’d simply left him alone to stare at the ceiling into the night.

The cool blue tone of his room was too familiar. Every time he looked around, all he could see were the vine covered walls of Eddie’s bedroom. Though his room was full of far different items, he couldn’t help but remember how that cool blue had taken one of his best friends from him.

He screwed his eyes closed, forcing the deep tone out of his vision. Even the darkness was better than a reminder of the Upside Down.

He wasn’t sure how long he kept his eyes closed. His breathing had evened out and his heart rate was calm and steady, finally letting him relax. He wasn’t sleeping, but that was fairly normal as of late. He could hear crickets outside, chirping away in the cool air.

Despite his certainty that he wouldn’t be sleeping that night, Dustin decided to try anyway.

He let the repetitive chirping lull him to sleep, the soft coo of an owl joining in to help relax him. He could hear the same dog bark, the loud sound ringing out into the night. The chilled air ran along his skin, turning the smooth surface rough with goosebumps, but he didn’t mind much, not with how crisp and relaxing the low buzzing of cicadas was.

He closed his eyes for a few more seconds before his brow furrowed.

His eyes snapped over to his window, his head whipping around on the pillow.

Sure enough, it was open, the old latches both hanging loosely from above the empty window.

Now, Dustin was certain he closed that window. It was far too uncomfortable and cool to have the pane up, much less the screen itself. He wouldn’t dream of opening that thing before bed.

And just as Dustin was about to leave the bed and tiredly close the window, he saw a hand gripping the window sill.

Shit shit shit!

He’d never had someone break in, and definitely never had someone use his room to do so. He was silently cursing himself for not locking the window, not that it would help much now.

Another hand grabbed the windowsill, followed by a small groan as someone hoisted themselves up.

Panic was starting to set in, and Dustin was pissed about it.

After everything he’d seen, some guy in his house still scared him?

He could hear the person mumbling, trying to haul themself through the window.

Dustin shut his eyes again, trying to relax and look like he was sleeping. He heard the person fall to the floor, slamming down with a loudly whispered “fuck!”.

They realized their mistake almost immediately, gasping and looking over to Dustin. They let out a soft exhale when they saw him still with his eyes closed.

Dustin tried to stop his hands from shaking, hoping the person wouldn’t see him clenching his sheets.

He could hear light mumbling, and a soft thud a few seconds later. He could hear them softly groan, standing themselves back up and walking toward the bedroom door.

Though Dustin was slightly thankful they were leaving, a sudden panic flooded his mind. He had no idea where his mother was, or when the intruder would find her.

That panic is what caused Dustin to slip out of bed as quietly as he could, making his way around the discarded clothes on his floor.

Could he beat them in a fight? No, probably not. He couldn’t even beat Erica in a fight.

Well… actually… could anyone?

Whoever this person was, they clearly weren’t very coordinated… or were just really bad at walking. Hopefully, that would be an advantage.

He glanced around the room, looking for something to get the upperhand. The only thing he spotted was a dirty cup, once filled with trashy soda, that he’d long since forgotten to take to the kitchen.

He grabbed it as quietly as possible, sneaking up behind the figure. They paused, making Dustin freeze in place.

They didn’t move any closer, just looking from side to side, as if trying to spot something.

The second he got a clear enough shot, he took a deep inhale, causing the person to whip around.

The familiar face immediately registered in his mind, calming him down.

Unfortunately, the cup was already colliding with their mouth, crashing into their jaw with a sickening click.

“Oh FUCK, MAN!”

“What the FUCK EDDIE?!”

Both parties screamed and yelled at the same time, covering their mouths a second later.

Distant footsteps started, stopping at Dustin’s door.

“Hey Dusty, you okay hun?” His mother’s confused voice was at the door, clearly hesitant to go in. “Is someone in there?”

Dustin was far too distracted to answer at first.

Eddie Goddamned Munson was standing in the middle of his room, alive and well.

He looked different. Not completely different, most people probably wouldn’t notice a change. But Dustin took note of the small, healed over scars on his face, and the way he seemed more skittish. Even in the dark of his room he could tell Eddie was tired. Slight bags hung under his eyes, dimming the brown color he knew well. It felt like maybe Eddie was dead after all.

But worst of all, Dustin could feel the tears gather in his eyes.

The swirl of thoughts in his head. How? When? Why? Why now? Why here? Why him?

And what the ever-loving fuck took so long?!

“Dustin?” His mother prompted, turning the locked doorknob slightly. Eddie’s eyes bore into his, as if silently begging him not to say anything. As if Dustin would let anyone know after all they’d seen.

Dustin swallowed, coughing lightly and hoping his voice held up. “Oh, sorry! Trying to fix a radio.”

“I take it the volume’s broken,” She remarked, sounding slightly unamused. “Try to keep it down, okay? Don’t want the neighbors asking why you’re screaming at midnight for no good reason.” He agreed, hearing a soft chuckle before she walked down the hall.

The adrenaline faded, allowing both him and Eddie to relax their stances and let their arms fall to their sides.

For the first few minutes, they just stared.

Dustin stared because he was conflicted.

One part of him wanted to cheer and sob and ask him how he was. He wanted to bring Eddie right back into Hellfire, maybe even help him finish the year with Cs.

And the other part was fucking furious. At Eddie, at himself, at Vecna, and all of Hawkins, who knew! He had a million and one questions and no idea how to ask any of them.

“Uh… hey.” Eddie waved his hand slowly, lowering his voice so Dustin’s mother wouldn’t hear.

“‘Hey’?” Dustin questioned, staring at the older man with an unreadable expression. Eddie was slightly surprised at how scary the brat looked, like he was willing to swing at any minute.

“It’s been over a month. We… thought you were dead. We thought we left you…” Dustin trailed off for a moment. “I’m sorry I left you.”

Eddie seemed unsure, his eyes still darting back and forth, as if looking for an exit.

“It’s a long story. A long freaky story but… here I am, I guess. Not how I planned on doing this,” he hadn’t planned on it at all, really, “But I’ve officially joined the Made-It-Out-of-the-Upside-Down-Alive Club… kinda.” He cringed at the last word, half hoping Dustin didn’t hear.

Dustin gave an empty stare, his mouth hanging open slightly as if unsure which one to ask first. Eddie could see all of them racing by, anticipating the many things Dustin surely wanted to know.

“What happened to you?”

It was one of the few times Dustin starred Eddie down. Despite Eddie’s imposing persona, Dustin wasn’t afraid. Eddie was just really good at acting and liked annoying the shit out of jocks, but Eddie wasn’t scary.

Eddie, on the other hand, was staring because he didn’t know how to feel.

Maybe he felt angry? Why the hell didn’t he walk quieter? Why’d he even come at all?!

Maybe it was sadness? The kid he’d taken under his wing was staring up at him with his big, glossy eyes, just begging Eddie for an answer. Dustin had never looked so… broken.

Maybe guilt? Now that he was here, staring Dustin in the face, he wondered what had taken him so long. He could've had movie nights and DnD, and an actual friendship with the other kids his age. He could’ve been graduating this year finally, but no.

Maybe it could be reliefMaybe seeing Dustin was what he needed to be… normal again. Well, as ‘normal’ as he usually was.

“...a lot.”

The room was stagnant and the cold air did nothing to clear the tension. Dustin stared at Eddie, all wording and reasoning caught in his throat. Eddie stared right back, wondering how to explain himself to Dustin.

"I don't know man… I don't know," Eddie shook his head slowly, thinking over the past weeks. "It's all just a lot of pain, then darkness, then I wake up. That's about it."

He shrugged, staring down at the ground. It was harder to meet Dustin's eyes than he expected. He felt like he was twelve again, trying to explain to Wayne why he thought smashing a cup with a baseball bat was a good idea.

In his defense, it was fun.

"Where have you been? It's been weeks…" Dustin trailed off, trying to find the words. He'd never really had a friend come back from the dead before. Well, there was Hopper, so it isn't technically a first.

"Yeah… it's a long story." Eddie shrugged half heartedly, trying to slip past the topic.

"I've got time." Dustin smiled, holding Eddie's gaze like the older man would die all over again if he looked away. "I've got plenty of time for this."

Eddie nodded slowly.

Where to start?

Did he start at demon boyfriend or work backwards? Or should he lead up to it? There's no good way to tell someone you're an undead cannibal… is there? Suddenly he was wishing you were there. Whether to explain for him or get him the hell out of there, he didn't know.

He only realized how long had passed when Dustin was staring at him with his head tilted.

Even with Dustin's attention on him, he couldn't think of what to say. That was a first.

He always knew what to say, usually some dumb shit that got him weird stares and vague threats. He was the loudest one in the room, usually that meant being the most hated in the room but he'd grown used to that part.

"Eddie?"

"Maybe it's not the best time for a recount of everything,"

Dustin's jaw dropped, "Clearly you didn't die in the Upside Down and I think now's a great time to figure out immortality."

Right. Of course any same person wouldn't think he died.

But he remembered death. A strange mix of contradictions that he didn't think he could even begin to explain. The Dungeon Master suddenly had no words to describe the fantastical… how ironic.

Steve was out in the middle of the woods -- again.

Given that Eddie was originally a wanted criminal, the kids (and Wayne) made a small tribute to him. It was far from any real landmarks, reducing the chances that someone random would find it.

It was decorated with things everyone had brought. Thought most of them hadn't been sure what to bring, they'd gotten most of their tips from Dustin.

Steve set a beer down by the rock they'd moved to act as a headstone for a body that would never be there. He slid a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, tossing them next to the batch of flowers Nancy and Robin had brought a week ago. They were beginning to wilt now, showing the first signs of deterioration.

He sat down in front of the headstone, looking over the items decorating it. A set of dice, flowers, a few cassettes and now Steve's additions.

"Hey man,"

God it felt weird talking to a rock.

Eddie wasn't here. He was still in the Upside Down, surrounded by the things that killed him.

Steve didn't notice his hand on his neck, an involuntary reaction he'd developed only recently.

"Uh, the guys are trying to convince Dustin to do a story or something. I don't know what you're supposed to call it," he shrugged. He didn't know much about DnD, but he never claimed to. "He's hesitant, I guess."

The air was stagnant, only just beginning to warm up for spring. March was long gone now, and the first signs of green were showing.

"I know we weren't exactly on good terms for too long but uh," Steve glanced down at the grave, eyes tracing the dark glass he's placed down.

The ground was cool under him, though the sticks and large branches made for an uncomfortable seat.

The forest was quiet around him. The only noise was the distant honking of cars and the wind rustling the stiff branches.

“I miss you.”

He wasn’t sure how to feel about the admission, really. He couldn’t see himself missing someone like Eddie Munson before all of… this. Even after fighting everything from the Upside Down, he still understood none of it. Not really, anyway. He didn’t think he ever would though, and he’d accepted that a while ago.

“He’d be honored.”

Steve froze up at the sentence. He most certainly didn’t say that.

He looked around him, trying to spot someone else in the treeline.

“Hello?” He questioned, brows furrowed as he looked for any sign of life.

“Hello Steven.”

Okay, perhaps there were better ways to make your first real introduction, but given that Eddie was currently missing from your house, you had to ask around.

You stepped from behind a tree, making yourself more visible. The action drew Steve’s attention immediately, and his eyes widened as he looked over at you.

And dear god, you'd treasure the look of awe in his eyes for the rest of your long, long life.

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