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Take a Dive
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
you and your best friend Eddie go skinny dipping in Lover's Lake where your friendship will never be the same again
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it) hurt/comfort
The lake is completely deserted when Eddie’s van pulls up onto the sand. You don’t even know why you’re there or what you’re doing, you just started driving aimlessly when Eddie insisted that you got into the driver’s seat. You’re not going to lie and say that you weren’t surprised when Eddie tossed you his keys when you left his trailer.
The only reason why you even left was because the two of you are bored and all of your usual places are closed because of how late it was. And now it’s almost midnight and you’re at Lover’s Lake because it was the first thing you could think of that you would have access to.
Eddie turns to you to ask why you decided to come here, but you’re out of the van before he can speak. He’s quick to follow you, curious to see what you’re up to, but you just plant yourself on the sand, pulling a plastic bag out of your pocket along with the lighter you always carry around.
He sits next to you as you pull a joint out of the bag before lighting up and taking a drag before passing it off to him. This is how you normally spend your weekends together, but it’s nice to have a change of scenery. The moon reflects off the water in front of you and it looks so pretty, so inviting. It almost makes you want to go for a swim despite how cold it will most likely be.
You and Eddie pass the joint back and forth until it’s gone and you put it back in the bag that goes back into your pocket before you lie back on the sand, not caring if it gets in your hair or on your clothes. Eddie joins you and the two of you talk nonsense like you usually do, never needing drugs to do.
You think that’s why you and Eddie are such good friends. You get each other in ways that no one else does, platonic soulmates as Robin once put it and as you turn to Eddie, who’s already looking at you, you begin to think that she’s right. He smiles at you and you mimic it, holding out your hand for him to take and he does, giving it a squeeze before turning back to stare at the sky.
It’s times like these when you wonder how no one has snatched him up yet. He’s an absolute catch and any man or woman would be lucky to have him. You know a big reason as to why he’s chronically single is because he wants to be. He says he’s better that way, but you think most of his objection to settling down is that he’s still hurt from how he was treated back in Hawkins. It was the reason why the two of you packed up and left because he couldn’t take it anymore.
To them, he was nothing but a freak and that’s something that you still can’t seem to wrap your head around. Eddie always has been and will continue to be the goofy guy you’ve been friends with since you were in diapers. He’s nothing but a sweetheart and you really wished more people could have seen that. That they would have taken just a moment to realize that he was never actually evil and neither was the game he and his friends were playing.
All Eddie’s ever wanted in his entire life is to be loved. And he’d never tell you that all of that stuff about being insecure was just a cover because he’s been in love with you his entire life. He always tells you everything, but this is the one secret he’s taking to his grave. He can’t risk either of you getting hurt so he thinks it’s best to just keep quiet about the whole thing.
Your mind drifts back to the lake and how nice it would be to swim in it, your need to do so getting even stronger with the weed in your system. Before you can stop yourself, you’re standing to your feet. You pass off the joint as you remove your shoes and socks before going for your pants. You know you only have one chance to do this and you’re going to take it. Eddie doesn’t seem to bat an eye as you take off your jacket, but he thinks he’s missed something as you start unbuttoning your jeans. He doesn’t know why you’re taking off your clothes, but who is he to deny you?
“What are you doing?” He asks as he stands, more curious than anything.
“I’m going for a swim,” you tell him as you pull your pants down to reveal the thong you’re wearing. You don’t even seem to be phased as you strip in front of your best friend who hasn’t seen you naked since-well ever. Unless you count the baths you took together when you were younger but you both were too young to remember. He’s not complaining, though. He’s enjoying the show. Maybe a little too much since he can feel himself getting harder by the second.
“You can join me, if you want.” Yeah, there’s no way he’s passing this up so he wordlessly starts to get undressed, trying to make how eager he is so obvious. Now you’re both in your underwear and Eddie thinks you’re fucking with him as you stare at him, slowly taking off your thong as you so. There’s a flirty look in your eye and Eddie’s applauding himself for his self control because he’s so close to taking you right there against his truck.
You toss your bra into the pile of your now discarded clothes and Eddie thinks he’s going to come right there as he takes in your hard nipples, feeling drool collecting in his mouth as he thinks about taking them into his mouth and giving them a suck.
He shakes his head and takes off his boxers, the two of you now completely naked and you shamelessly check him out, your gaze stopping at his rock hard cock and you have to step closer so you can see it better. Eddie feels like he should be embarrassed, but he’s not. And you don’t think he should be, especially because you take it as a huge compliment that he’s that sexually attracted to you.
You turn towards the water and get deep enough before taking a dive. The water is freezing, but you stay under for a little longer, trying to figure why you want to fuck Eddie so badly right now. Sure, you’ve had thoughts about him, but you’ve never actually wanted to act on them until now. Seeing him, all of him awakened something inside you and now you can’t stop thinking about how badly you want him inside of you.
You surface and turn around to see Eddie behind you, his face even more pale than usual. He looks worried sick and you have no idea why. He swims closer and you move back, knowing that if he gets too close, you’ll do something you really shouldn’t.
But before you can get too far, you find yourself grabbing hold of his hands and resting them on your waist before pressing your chest against his. Your arms wrap around his neck, leaning your face close to his, watching his eyes the entire time. A kiss isn’t the same a fucking. You just want a taste to get him out of your system.
Eddie doesn’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it, but he's not going to push you away. He can’t. He wants to know what your lips feel like once and for all. He wants to know if you’re as good of a kisser as he thinks you are.
Your lips find his gently, a soft little kiss to the corner of his mouth to test the waters. Eddie doesn’t like how teasing you are so he takes matters into his own hands, chasing your lips with a featherlight peck. He doesn’t want to scare you off even though he’s itching to do much more.
He pecks your lips a few more times until they all melt into one, his own slotting between them as he kisses you softly. His hands dig into your waist which juxtaposes how he’s kissing you and that just tells you how hungry he is for more.
You move his hands to your ass and wrap your legs around his waist as you nip at his bottom lip, causing Eddie to let out a whine. You feel his cock against you and you need him now more than ever. He seems to think the same because before you can even make the suggestion, he’s sliding inside you, his fingers digging into your ass as he moves slowly, thrusting in and out of you over and over.
A moan escapes your mouth as you throw your head back giving Eddie the opportunity to take advantage of your exposed neck. He presses soft kisses to the skin before going straight in for a hard bite as his thrusts pick up causing you to mewl.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he mumbles against your skin. “This is even better than I imagined.”
“Oh, so you’ve imagined this?” You tease and he bites down on your neck even harder this time causing you to gasp as you scratch your nails down his back in response.
He’s still moving at a slower pace, but this is actually how you prefer it. A lot of the men you’ve slept with go so fast like it’s a race and it’s over before you’ve even had time to enjoy it. You’ve told this to Eddie a few times and it seemed like he was listening.
And that’s the thing about Eddie. He always listens to you no matter what you’re saying. Whether it’s nonsense when you’re both high on whatever he’s gotten his hands on or if you’re reading to him from a book you’ve gotten from the library, it doesn’t matter. He loves the sound of your voice. He loves you and seeing you with those losers you always seem to be going out with pisses him off. He’s right there and he hates that you can’t see that.
He’d never tell you that, though. He loves what the two of you have and doesn’t want to risk losing you. So he just sits there and listens to you talk about your terrible dates, complaining about how there are no nice guys when he’s right there. It’s pathetic, really and he hates thinking about it. How he’s wrapped around your goddamn finger and you don’t even notice just how badly he wants you.
“Of course I have,” he breathes. “I think about it all the time.”
He’s said too much but you seem into it. And as you buck your hips against his, he’s really hoping that you feel the same way. It would make the whole thing far less embarrassing for him. But he doesn’t think you will because after all, this is just a fuck for you while it means the world to Eddie.
“Can you keep a secret?” You ask and Eddie nods furiously, just knowing that he’s about to hear something filthy. You’ve shared dirty secrets with him many times before but he just knows that this one will be different.
“Of course I can,” he nods and you push some of his wet hair behind his air as you bring your lips right up to it. You’re taking the lead now, riding him as you whisper your secret and Eddie swears that this is the most turned on he’s ever been.
“You know this summer when you wore those really short shorts almost every day?” You ask and Eddie knows exactly what you’re talking about. Robin got them for his birthday as a joke, but he started wearing them around you to hopefully make you see him in the way he wanted you to.
“Mhm,” he nods and you pull him even closer, your lips so close to his ear that they’re almost pressed up against it.
“Well, I get myself off every night thinking about them.” Eddie thinks he’s going to come right there at your confession and he’s trying so hard not to, but just the vision of you getting yourself off is making him get there even faster.
And before he can stop it, he’s reaching his orgasm, making sure to pull out of you as he comes, his eyes shut tight, his head thrown back as he lets it happen, still letting you stay attached to him as you watch him.
“Jesus,” he moans as it reaches its peak and once it’s over, he slumps over you, resting his head on your shoulder. It’s partly because he’s tired and partly because he’s too embarrassed about what just happened to look you in the eye.
So you hold him for a second, your fingers moving up and down his back lazily as you assure him that it’s okay, that he has no reason to be embarrassed, that you’re actually flattered by it. And you are. You had no idea how attracted he was to you and now feel like an idiot because you were too stupid to see it.
How long had he felt that way and how long had he been hiding it? You don’t know why he’s so ashamed of it. He’s just attracted to you physically, right? You feel the same way about him so you don’t know he’s hiding from you.
Just when you’re about to suggest that you head back, he pulls back to look at you and there’s something in his eyes that you’ve never seen in the almost seventeen years that the two of you have been friends. His eyes are the softest they’ve ever been and you’re now scared of what he’s going to say.
“I love you,” he says, those honey eyes boring into yours and your heart pounds at his confession. You almost want to tell him that you don’t feel the same, but you know that’s not true. He’s been someone who was always there, treating you the way you should have been treated without asking for anything in return. He was doing it just because that was who he was and because it was what you deserved.
You went to all of those losers because you had been afraid of taking a chance on Eddie. He’s been your best friend your entire life and you were terrified of losing the best thing you’ve ever had. You don’t think you’re afraid of taking a chance on him anymore, though. You think it’s time you claimed what was rightfully yours.
“I love you too,” you reply and a grin breaks out on Eddie’s face as he pulls you into a kiss, the both of you smiling into the kiss as your legs wrap tighter around him, wanting to keep him there even though you know he’s not going anywhere.
“How about we celebrate elsewhere?” Eddie asks as he pulls away, a flirty tone taking over his voice.
“What kind of celebration?” You reply, batting your eyelashes as you remove yourself from him.
“I think you know what kind of celebration,” he winks, grabbing hold of your hand pulling you along as the two of you swim to the shore, climbing into the back of the van where you spend the rest of the morning until the sun comes up showing how much you love each other when you aren’t saying the three words. And there’s no place that either of you would rather be.
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╰ . ୭ ┆ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ˚. ᵎᵎ
for as long as you had known eddie, he had a tendency to make sure you always knew that you were appreciated and loved.
he would go out of his way to do so, screaming things such as 'i love y/n' at the top of his lungs in the school cafeteria, or making you mixtapes of songs he thought you would love. he was a romantic at heart — no matter how hard he tried to deny it.
so when he opened the front door of his trailer to see you standing there with a bouquet of flowers in your hand — carnations to be exact — he was beyond confused. his already big dewy brown eyes only growing wider when you offered them to him, an embarrassed smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"you got me... flowers?" his brows knit together beneath his bangs but sure enough the confusion is quickly replaced with a grin; a smile so pure you wished it would never go away.
"well, you're always buying me things, and i know it's not the typical thing to give your boyfriend. especially one as rambunctious as you. but, you're also not a typical boyfriend either..." you start, realising how weird it was for you to bring eddie flowers, and begin to turn away. "…if you don't want them, i'm sure i could give them to max's mom-"
though before you can take even a step in the other direction, eddie's snatching the flowers from your hands and breathing in their scent. his eyes peaking out over the mixture of red petals.
"they’re beautiful... but not nearly as beautiful as you," he scrunches his nose at you, leaning forward to press his lips against yours, but not before mumbling, "thank you. i love them.”
#— 𝐯𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩#— 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 ᡣ𐭩#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson hcs#eddie munson#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x y/n#joseph quinn
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Wildflower has a new look thanks to @punkrockmlchael! ❤️❤️
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Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader
Summary
Eddie left Hawkins, Indiana behind to chase after his dreams - forcing him to say goodbye to his first love and all their friends. But unbeknownst to Eddie, she kept a huge secret from him.
Now, 2 years later, Corroded Coffin is coming back to Hawkins for the first time.
Warnings
Rockstar!Eddie, dad!Eddie, ex!reader, mom!reader, best friend!Steve. Language, smut, pregnancy, secret baby, love triangle, alcohol use, drug use, angst, check chapter warnings for specifics!
A/N
Reader is Dustin’s sister, so I imagine her with brown curly hair. I’ve left most things to your imagination :)
Current total word count - 16.9k
** - Smut
Chapter One
Chapter Two **
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
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sounds like a very specific munson
#joseph quinn#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things memes#joe quinn#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham#eddie the freak munson#eddie the banished#hellfire club#corroded coffin
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But Daddy I Love Him with older!Eddie Munson🫣🫣
Daddy I Love Him | E.M.
summary: your parents always hated eddie munson, in return causes an argument between you and them.
pairing: older!eddie munson x harrington!reader
includes: mentions of devil worship, bantering, arguments, screaming, bad parents, steve being a good brother, crying, angst, fluff
a/n: i've never wrote a full fic for eddie, so this is a first :) (rules for celebration here!)
Your family — mainly your father — was never fond of Eddie Munson. In fact, they all believed he was the devil's spawn. You tried to reason with them and show how sweet he truly was, but they only brought up the cold hard truth. How he was held back twice, played a Satanic Game with high schoolers, and smoked weed. He was someone they didn't want you hanging around. They wanted you to stay as far away from his as possible.
Unfortunately, it was a little too late to enforce that rule.
You were in your senior year of high school when you began to hang out with Eddie. You didn't hang out with him to smoke or to slack off on your studies. No, you hung out with him because you could truly be yourself around him. You didn't have to be the perfect cheerleader your parents wanted you to be — you could just exist.
Everyday you were able to hang out with him, you became more confident in who you were. You wanted to leave behind the simple girl you were raised to be. You didn't care if Sarah or Hannah labeled you a mess or if your parents grounded you until you left for college, you just wanted to be with the one who truly understood you.
"I'll get it!" You yell from your room and quickly rush down the stairs, finishing the braid you were adorning yourself with.
The fall weather in Hawkins was always the best. It wasn't too cold or too warm, it was perfect. So when Eddie told you he would take you to town today, you were ecstatic.
Just as you made it to the base of the stairs — Mary Janes scuffing the wooden flooring — Steve cut in front of you and yanked the door open, smile falling when he saw who was standing on the front porch. Unlike your parents, Steve was less inclined to scold you for running off with Eddie. He probably scowled at Eddie once and told him to stay away from you, but after your many protests, he left you both alone.
"Munson." Steve gave him a curt nod and stepped away from the door, letting you pass. He was wary of you running off with Eddie, you were his little sister. But you looked so happy being around him.
Shaking his head, Steve grabbed your forearm and lowered his voice, eyes flitting up to Eddie before back down to you. "Be careful."
You roll your eyes and push him away, adjusting the dress you wore. "I'll be fine, Steve. Besides, our parents are supposed to be gone the entire weekend."
Steve huffed and reluctantly let you go, watching you get into the white van and pull away toward god knows where. Steve only hoped you wouldn't burn down the life you worked so hard to get to.
As Eddie hummed to the music playing on the radio, you laced a hand with the one he had resting on your thigh. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, grinning when you were already staring at him. He was your chaos and your wild joy, but he was all yours and you wouldn't change it for a thing.
"Where are we going today?" You ask softly as he lifted his hand and kissed the back of yours, thumbing the space there.
He continued to kiss the back of your hand as he spoke, "Thought I'd take you downtown. They recently opened a new music shop down there and I heard they have some of your favorite artists."
You raised your brows in surprise and tilt your head, a grin slowly revealing itself to him. "You know me too well." You sigh and squeeze his hand. "Freaks me out just a little."
Eddie chuckled and squeezed your hand back. Of course he knew you well. He had a journal at home that noted all your favorite things. From your favorite flowers to your favorite type of baked good — he had it all written and memorized.
When you got downtown, he bowed and stuck a hand out to help you out of the car. You laughed and gave him a curtsey once he got you down, linking your arms together. On the way over to the store, you passed many people your father knew. Your face twisted in annoyance when a particular woman who used to babysit you and Steve backed away from the both of you and made a cross with her hands.
Eddie tilted his head to you and pressed a kiss to your hair, murmuring quietly. "You okay?"
"Yeah." You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear angrily, glaring at the sidewalk in front of you. "Just annoyed at the people in this town." You kick a pebble and watch it tumble down the road. "All they do is stare and gossip when they see us. It's not like you'll use me for a Satanic sacrifice."
"Who knows? I might just, Harrington." Eddie chided and pursed his lips when you sent him a bored look. He sighed and put his arm around your shoulder. "On another note, you know they're just jealous you're not conforming to the norm." He squeezed your shoulder and flicked your braid over your shoulder. "All your friends aren't really your friends with all the fake smiles they keep throwing you."
"I don't give a damn about them." You rest your head on him and sigh, playing with the buttons adorning his denim vest. You huffed again and rub a hand over your face. "The main issue is telling my parents who I'm really going out with."
Eddie hummed and looked down at you, "When are you telling them?"
You scoff out a short laugh, shaking your head. "If I'm lucky — and Steve doesn't snitch — hopefully not until I'm off to college."
He nodded at you and squeezed your shoulder, leading you toward the music store only a few steps away. "Smart girl."
"Thank you." You grin up at him and kissed his cheek when he opened the door for you.
The second you stepped into the store, you were starstruck. The entire place felt like you stepped onto the set of a music video. There were sections purely for The Smiths and The Cure. There sections for Metallica and Black Sabbath — which Eddie ran straight over to. You shook your head and went to the vinyl and records.
You were so mesmerized by things you'd never seen before in Hawkins that you didn't realize Eddie was by your side, simply admiring you. From the way you kept tucking your hair behind your ear to the way your tongue would just so slightly poke out when you were overlooking the description of the record. His breath was taken away at the sight.
"If I had a camera, I would just snap a picture right here." He spoke all of a sudden, causing you to jerk back in surprise and clutch a hand over your chest. "Absolutely stunning, Harrington."
You shake your head and place the vinyl down, creasing your brows when you met his eyes. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"No." He sent you a cheeky grin and blew a kiss, making you smile. He grabbed the vinyl you were looking at and tucked it underneath his arm, still staring at you. "But you really do look beautiful. Your dress not only compliments your features but your personality."
"How did you ever fail English with all your smooth talk?" You lace your hand with his free hand, slipping one of his many rings on your own.
Eddie opened his mouth before shutting it, shrugging and playing along with you. "Now that is a complete mystery."
"Did you grab everything?" Eddie popped the door open for you again and helped you out, eyeing your side of his van to make sure you had everything you brought with you.
"Yep." You pat his arm and shake the paper bag full of records and small posters. Although he didn't have much, he still proceeded to buy almost everything you wanted despite your many protests. "Thank you for buying them for me... Are you sure Wayne —?"
"What the hell are you doing with him?" Your father burst through you front door, his eyes wide in anger and fists clenched by his sides. Behind him, Steve and your mother followed, the latter shocked at how close you were to the devil's spawn.
"Daddy?" You took a step back and bumped into Eddie, hands shaking from confusion and fear. You directed your eye sight to Steve, who looked troubled. "I thought--"
"Sorry, I tried. I'm so sorry." Steve rubbed his face and winced when he heard his mother's shrill voice from his right.
"You knew?" She grasped Steve's shoulder and looked at him in bewilderment. She looked between you and your brother, both of you recoiling at how badly the both of you messed up today.
It had been a while since the both of you were heavily scolded by your parents, but you knew you wouldn't hear the end of this mess. You frowned when your father pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering words you would be grounded for even thinking about.
"Wha — Uhm..." Steve stuttered and sent you an apologetic look, running his fingers through his hair. "I have to make a call to work."
"Daddy —" You try to speak again only to be interrupted by your father barking orders at you.
"Get inside the house." He pointed toward the door and glared at the boy behind you. When you made no effort to move, he marched up to you and grabbed your forearm, voice strict and unyielding. "Now."
You huffed and pulled your arm away, giving Eddie one last look before entering your own personal hell. You entered the dining room and sat as far away from your parents, crossing your arms and looking down at the wooden table.
"What the hell were you doing out with Eddie Munson? We told you to stay away from him!" Your father slammed his hands down on the table, cause the glass vase full of beautiful flowers to topple over.
You looked up at him in surprise and crease your eyebrows, "Daddy, he's not a bad person —"
"Like to hell he's not! He's a bad influence! You're supposed to be at home and studying for your midterms." He shouted back before sitting down in the chair opposite of you, face red in disappointment. He knew you were dating someone, but he didn't know you were dating a super, super senior.
"Those aren't for another month!" You hold back from shouting all together, quite aware that your temper was about to blow.
"Don't talk back to your father like that." Your mother gave you a pointed look, picking at her perfectly manicured nails. She rubbed her temple and sighed, "We just want to understand why?"
"But you wouldn't care." You huff and lean back into the chair, tears of frustration filling your eyes. While Steve wasn't the perfect son and didn't get accepted into any colleges, he was able to carry good grades and competed in basketball and swim. They wanted you to be even better than him — get accepted into an ivy league and leave behind Hawkins, Indiana. "All you care about is me getting into college and getting filthy rich like you guys."
Your mother shook her head and moved to grab your hand. "That's not a bad thing, sweetheart—"
"You don't listen to what I want to do, mom." You yank your hand away from her touch, eyes practically burning holes into the wall. You felt like you were going to burst into flames if they said anything else degrading toward Eddie. "All you want to talk about with me is proper etiquette and daddy just goes on about how I need to be the best or I'll end up like Eddie."
"It seems like you aren't far from that anyway." Your father muttered and earned another glare from you. He took your mother's hand and squeezed it as he revealed the following information. "Apparently this isn't the first time you've gone out with the Munson boy."
"What?" She whispered and looked at you with wide eyes, biting the her bottom lip in nervousness.
Your father nodded and scowled at you when he found how unphased you were. "She's been going out with him since the end of summer."
"Oh my god." Your mother fell back and held her forehead in a dramatic nature. She fanned herself and shook her head, "You need to stop seeing that boy."
"Wait, what? I haven't done anything bad." You protest and look between the both of them. "My grades are perfect and —"
"Who knows where you'll end up if you keep hanging around with him." He slammed his hands down on the table again, making you flinch. He sighed and pinched the bridge of nose once again. "Why do you even bother spending time with a hopeless —"
That's when you snapped. The chair scrapped against the floor as you rapidly stood, hands placed on the table to balance yourself. Your voice echoed around the room, uncaring if the neighbors could hear the commotion. You needed them to understand you weren't ever going to leave him, no matter what they tried to force upon you.
"Daddy, I love him!" You all but screamed at him, chest heaving from all the emotion you poured out. Their eyes widened at your outburst. That was the first time you ever yelled back. "I love him because he sees me for who I truly am." You shake your head and glare at them, head pounding from how much energy you spent on them. "Something you and mom fail to do to both your children."
You began to walk away from them, your steps never faltering as you ascended the staircase. But before you could take another step up, you father called out to you, making you scoff.
"Where are you going? We're not done with this conversation, young lady." He stood by the bottom of the stairs, face red from fury. Your mother was covering her mouth, still in shock from what you said.
"But I am." Your voice comes out sharper than intended. "I love him and I won't go back on it."
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fwb!eddie blurb about how the arrangement started!!! please!!
thank you for requesting!! — the one where you and eddie decide to start screwing around as friends (fwb!eddie, enemies to lovers | 1.4k)
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You can feel the gloomy weather in your bones. Rain clouds hang as heavy and grey as your tired head, filled only with thoughts of sleep and longing. The pungent scent of coffee beans floating through Benny’s Burgers does little to wake you as you scribble mindlessly on a notepad. Benny Hammond himself rambles on ahead of you while Nancy interviews him, and you jot down each word without ever really hearing them.
You stop only to yawn into your palm.
Benny laughs. The round belly hidden behind his grease-stained apron trembles with his chuckling. “I ain’t boring y’all, am I?” he jokes and crosses his hairy arms over his chest.
“No! No, I’m— I’m sorry,” you assure through another, shorter yawn. “I just got, like, zero sleep last night. Not your fault.”
Nancy spares you a glance over her shoulder from where she stands between you. Her doe eyes are ice-cold as they pass up and down your form, glittering with mischief as she hums. “And you’re still wearing the same dress from last night,” she mumbles, as observant as any journalist should be. “Interesting…”
Jonathan’s face burns red at the implication. He looks down at his camera and fidgets with the buttons with anxious hands.
You squint at the back of her. “Don’t slut shame me, Wheeler.”
“Professionalism is an art not easily learned,” she shrugs with a sickly sweet smile. “That’s all I’m saying.”
“Okay, Shakespeare,” you scoff just as a heavy bass thrums through the quiet diner like a heartbeat.
It’s a muffled rock beat playing from outside that you can hear from where you stand. You think nothing of it until the pretty blonde waitress behind the counter coos, “Is that Eddie Munson’s van?” (Chrissy Cunningham graduated, broke up with her douchebag boyfriend, and developed an itch for the local freak.)
(Your freak.)
Your head snaps over your shoulder in time to catch Eddie hopping out of his rusted tin can of a car — sneakers dirtied and half-tied, leather jacket crooked on his shoulders, wild curls whipping in the wind.
You realize, then, that he’s holding a bouquet of flowers in a ringed hand. They’re half-withered, wrapped in plastic, and obviously cheap. The pastel petals shed from their stems with each stride towards the diner. It looks like he’s been holding onto them for some days now.
The door dings over his head when he swings it open, sauntering in like he owns the place.
“Those ain’t for me, are they, Munson?” Benny calls to the boy.
“Not this time,” Eddie quips, standing still at the doorway with a too-innocent grin. “These are for Little Miss Sherlock Holmes over there.”
Your heart’s in your throat when he motions to you with the bouquet. Face burning, you turn back to Nancy — who’s hardly someone to be intimidated by but, by all accounts, is still the head editor of the paper you write for.
The sharp edges of her face harden. “Handle it,” she bites under her breath.
You spin on your heel and rush to the wild-haired boy across the room, stuffing your notepad in your pocket. “Hey, how’s it goin’—” he tries to flirt before you yank him by his leather sleeve. The door dings once more over your heads as you tug him out of the diner, though you hardly hear it over the heartbeat whooshing in your ears.
You pull him towards the edge of the brick building and stop suddenly in place, glaring up at him and fighting the urge to swipe the curl blowing against his cheek. “What are you doing here?” you snap.
“Giving these to you,” he answers obviously.
You huff and take the flowers he holds out for you, trying hard to ignore the sparkling in your chest. “Eddie, I’m working.”
His brows furrow. “At… Benny’s Burgers?”
“Yeah. It’s getting renovated for the first time since his great-granddad opened the place,” you ramble without realizing. “I mean, it’s a pretty big deal— It’s getting front-page coverage and everything.”
“I thought it was just an excuse to eat burgers all day,” Eddie quips with a crooked smile and sheepish eyes. “I mean, that’s what I would’ve done, anyway.”
You don’t realize you’re smiling until you see how big he’s grinning at you. Then you’re frowning in a blink and smacking at his chest with the bouquet. “Don’t make me laugh! I’m mad at you!” you scold.
“Mad?” Eddie echoes, wiping a lone petal from his shoulder. “Why would you be mad?”
“Because you can’t keep showing up wherever I am!” you shout, gesturing wildly with your hands. The plastic wrapped around the flowers crinkles faintly while half-dead petals fall like snow. “People are gonna get suspicious!”
Eddie grows quickly shy. He hadn’t thought that you might be displeased by his spontaneity until now. “I just wanted to surprise you…” he mumbles with a lazy shrug.
“Yeah, but that’s the thing, Eddie. You don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t! That’s the whole point— I do nice things for you because I want to.”
Your chest warms with a funny feeling. You sigh.
“Eddie. You don’t need to do nice things for me,” you tell him, speaking slowly so that he might hear you. “You don’t need to because you’re not my boyfriend. Understand?”
He meets your stern, wide-eyed stare with a face swirled faintly with confusion. “No, I don’t understand—”
“We’re not dating, Eddie.”
He flinches at your words. It’d be easier to take a bullet to the chest than break his heart, you think.
“But I thought… I mean, after we…” he stammers and trails off, trying and failing to find the words.
“That was just— That wasn’t anything, you know?” you smile. “It was just fun, right? That’s what we talked about.”
His lips jut in a soft pout. “Well, I thought by fun you meant, ‘oh, that was fun,’ not—” he cuts himself off to gesture between your two bodies, at the aching distance between them. “Not this.”
“It was fun!” you assure him, taking a step closer despite yourself. “It was, Eddie. But that’s all it was. That’s all it needs to be.”
“So it was just a one-time, err— two-time thing?” He tilts his chin to his chest and looks at you with a weary gaze, expecting to get his heart broken. He’s relieved and only slightly confused when you smile.
“Well… No,” you answer sheepishly, shrugging and stepping closer until the cold weather gives way to the warmth between your bodies. You peer up at him through your lashes as your lips curl into a smirk. “We could always do it again, you know, if you wanted. It just… doesn’t have to be so serious.”
“So we screw around… as friends?” The words sound strange spilling from his mouth.
“Exactly!” you beam.
Eddie shakes his wild head at the thought. He doesn’t know if he can hold you and not have you. He worries that might hurt him worse than not having you at all. “I don’t know if I can do that,” he mumbles with his face screwed like he’s tasted something sour.
“Well, have you ever tried?”
“No,” he blurts, half-offended that he’d ever be with anybody but you.
“Then maybe I can teach you how,” you lilt with a feigned innocence.
The smirk Eddie fell for returns. He feels like he’s falling all over again, every time he looks at you. He’s still unsure if he can hold you and not have you — if he can do so without turning into a total trainwreck — but he’d rather have a piece of you than nothing at all.
He swallows hard. His adam’s apple bobs faintly in his throat when he nods. “Sure. Yeah. Okay,” he tells you.
Your heart swells in your throat. Your eyes flit from his face, to his van parked a few spots down, and back to him again. “Wanna go screw around in your van?” you croon quietly.
“I thought you were working?” Eddie teases.
You shrug and reach for his ringed hand. “You’re way more interesting,” you quip and tug him towards the parking lot.
His weathered sneakers stumble off the curb, following you without thinking. “Yeah? Well, maybe you should put me on the front page of the paper instead.”
You roll your eyes in response instead of telling him that you’d never — not because he isn’t pretty enough for it, but because no one else gets to see him in that way. ‘Cause he’s yours, even when he isn’t.
Especially when he isn’t.
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I don't know if it's a little late to recommend for a holiday/new years fic idea but I would really like these anon submission come into fruition because I would really like to see the entire Hawkins bunch enjoying another gathering (without Brittany) and seeing Luke and Mia being parents
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I would love to receive requests regarding these instances with them as parents! Feel free to drop them by any time. I hope this serves as a nice holiday starter to the story of Luke and Mia as parents… HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉
Words: 2k
Warnings: childbirth, pregnancy, we older in this one folks, becoming grandparents
[As You Wish masterlist]
“Oh, you’ve got a redhead!”
“Is it…is it a boy or a g-girl?” Mia asks between clenched teeth and labored breaths.
The doctor can’t help but chuckle as he works.
“I can’t tell just by the hair,” he says.
Luke rubs over his wife’s hand with his left while she squeezes the life out of his right. Steve stands on the opposite side of the bed, holding Mia’s other hand. From Eddie's vantage point behind his son, it looks like Mia is crushing both her husband’s and her father’s hands like a nut in a nutcracker.
Both you and Nancy stand behind the working doctor and nurses, off to the side just enough that you have a clear view of your first grandchild being born. The two of you hold hands, watching in awe at the small, but big enough, human that Mia is pushing out of her body. Neither you nor Nancy are strangers to childbirth and all its miracles, but there’s something even more magical when it’s your daughter—or daughter-in-law—who is doing it.
“You’re doing so well, babe,” Luke encourages, giving a supportive smile despite how exhausted he is. He can’t even imagine how Mia must feel if he’s already worn out.
“He’s right, Mia,” a nurse says. “Just a little more now.”
The redhead on the delivery table whines and drops her head back against her pillow, feeling like she has nothing more to give. Hasn’t she already been at this for around five hours? A quick glance at the clock tells her it’s only been forty-five minutes and she lets out an even more frustrated whine. It doesn’t even click in her mind that it’s almost midnight—almost a brand new year. There’s enough going on in the room to keep her mind occupied.
“Alright, we’re going to do one more push now, Mia. Okay? It’s almost over. On the count of three. One, two, three!”
The muscles below the pale skin of Mia’s neck bulge as she grits her teeth and gives the best push that she can manage.
“That’s it, almost there.”
The hospital room, previously only housing the noises of beeping machinery and encouraging healthcare professionals, is suddenly bombarded with two brand new sounds simultaneously. Cheers and applause sink into the room from out in the halls and the surrounding rooms. But emanating from this particular delivery room itself, the shrill cry of a newborn bursts forth.
“Congratulations,” the doctor says as he holds the baby up for the new parents to see. “You’ve got yourselves a girl.”
Pure joy floods the veins of every Munson and Harrington in the room. Endorphins and adrenaline blend in Mia’s head, briefly causing her to think all the happy commotion from outside the room is in celebration of her daughter entering the world. One look at the tiniest human she’s ever seen would be enough of a reason, she thinks. The baby is absolutely perfect. Who would expect anything less from a baby with both Harrington and Munson genes?
A press to the top of her head has Mia looking up to see a beaming Luke gazing down at her. He places another kiss on her sweaty forehead before leaning further down to capture her lips with his own.
“I’m so flippin’ proud of you.”
Despite her exhausted state, Mia giggles at her husband’s praise. Old habits die hard of trying not to curse in front of his mama.
“I love you,” Luke says softly.
“I love you, too,” Mia replies.
The newly crowned parents watch as their baby girl is cleaned off, the brand new grandparents all enraptured as well.
“Aw, Mom!” Mia coos when she sees her mother crying—and then her mother-in-law as well. “Aunty!” Your nickname from aunt to mother-in-law was impossible to change after an entire lifetime of Mia referring to you in one way. It might take some explaining to the grandkids in the future, but that’s not a problem for today.
“Not just the moms, I see.” The amusement in Luke’s voice is evident.
You, Mia, and Nancy all turn to see Luke clapping a crying Eddie on the shoulder.
“Oh, sweetheart,” you say with a chuckle.
Eddie wipes the handful of fallen tears from his face and clears his throat.
“Don’t make me beat you up in front of your daughter,” Eddie says, voice thick with emotion.
“Ah, he’s not the only one!” Mia can’t figure out if she’s laughing or crying harder once she catches a glimpse of her own father trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes.
“Gimme a break,” Steve says with a sniffle. “My first granddaughter was just born.”
“Our first grandchild,” you say on behalf of you and Eddie, tears overtaking you once again.
As the nurses finish cleaning up the baby, you rush over and pull Luke into a hug. Out of all the emotional moments that have happened thus far in this room, this is the one that makes your son tear up.
“She’s perfect, sweetie.” You pull back and kiss Luke on the cheek before leaning in to embrace Mia as best you can.
“I’m so proud of you,” Eddie says, words still heavy from emotion.
Luke grins, leaning in as his dad wraps his arm around him. But, being Luke, he cuts a joke to weasel his way out of a genuine thank you.
“Of what, having sex?”
Eddie playfully rolls his eyes before mussing up his son’s curls, the exact same way he’s done since the hair first sprouted on Luke’s head about thirty years ago.
“Would you like to cut the cord, Dad?” a nurse asks.
“It’s not gonna hurt, right?” Luke asks, looking to Mia and wrinkling up his nose.
“Not at all,” the nurse assures him.
“Oh boy,” Steve says as his son-in-law is handed the scissors. “Those aren’t safety scissors, be careful.”
Mature man that he is, Luke only shoots Steve a brief death glare before following the nurse’s instructions.
“Yay!” you cheer once the cord is snipped.
The nurse grabs the blanket to swaddle up the newborn, and as she does so, she can’t help but smile as she watches the six adults hugging one another and sharing tearful smiles. She’s been in far too many delivery rooms where most of the people there couldn’t stand one another; seeing two families become one in this way is one of the more beautiful things the nurse has seen lately.
“Alright, Mom,” the nurse says as she walks the baby over to the bed. “Would you like to hold your daughter?”
A new set of tears stream down Mia’s face, but she adamantly nods her head and holds out her arms. Gently, the nurse transfers the newest Munson to her mother’s embrace.
“Look at you,” Mia coos. She looks up at Luke who leans down on the bed next to his two redheads. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
“Just like her mother,” Luke says, happily taking in the sight before him.
Eddie, you, Steve, and Nancy all stand by in silence as you watch your children hold their firstborn for the first time. It’s surreal to see your son now being a father—but there’s not a doubt in your mind that he’ll be an amazing one. He had a great teacher, after all.
Carefully, Mia transfers the baby to Luke’s arms and beside you, you can see Eddie’s tears start anew. You join him, though. Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulders and you lean your head against him, just watching Luke hold his first child. Nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful and overwhelming it all is.
“Look at our granddaughter,” Eddie says softly to you.
You nod, a smile lighting up your tear-stained face. There’s nothing you can say to make this moment better, so you stay silent and try to absorb as much of it as you can.
“Do you have a name picked out?” a nurse asks.
Luke nods, never taking his eyes off the small bundle in his arms. Mia is just as enraptured, but she responds.
“This is Isabella Marie Munson.”
Luke looks up at you and Eddie, pride gleaming in his watery blue eyes.
“You think Eliza will like that we gave Isabella her middle name?” he asks.
“Oh, honey,” you say with a chuckle. “She's going to be over the moon.”
“Speaking of that whole gaggle of siblings who are out waiting in the lobby, should I go deliver the good news?” Steve offers.
It may be New Year’s Eve—or rather, was, but no possible party or other engagement could keep Luke and Mia’s siblings away from this momentous occasion. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised if one of them brought champagne in to celebrate.
“Yes, go tell them,” Mia says through a sniffle. “But hurry back so you can hold her!”
“Just make sure you pry her from Munson’s arms at some point,” Steve says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder to point at Eddie. He did need that clarification though, as Eddie, you, Luke, Mia, and Isabella are all Munsons now.
“Let me at her,” Eddie says, stepping up to Luke as Steve heads out the door.
Carefully, your son hands Isabella to your husband, and it’s one of the greatest things you’ve ever witnessed in your life. The way Eddie’s arms cradle the newborn, so reminiscent of him holding all your newly born babies. Your husband laughs as he looks down at the little girl.
“You’re the first Munson-Harrington, huh?” he says. “That’s going to make you a very, very interesting person.”
You giggle and rest your head against Eddie’s shoulder. As you peer down, Isabella tries to open her eyes and take in the people hovering above her. She quickly decides she doesn’t care enough though, and goes back to sleep.
“Knock, knock,” a nurse says as she pops her head into the room.
“Come in,” Mia says, trying to adjust her position without causing herself any pain.
“We’ve got a surprise for you.” The nurse grins and steps into the room, a large plastic-wrapped gift basket held against her maroon scrubs. The nurse places the basket on the bedside table closest to Mia.
“Little Miss Isabella is Hawkin’s Hospital’s very first baby of 2025,” the nurse says. “In fact, she is the very first baby to be born in all of Indiana in 2025. So, we’d like to present you with this basket of diapers and baby clothes, along with this certificate. And, with your permission, we’d love to take a picture of this new family and share it with all in Indiana.”
Mia is so overcome by everything the nurse says, that she starts crying again. She’s nodding though, letting Luke know that she’s okaying the picture. Both you and Nancy help Mia get settled and wipe any excess sweat or tears from her face. Luke sits down on the bed next to his wife and Eddie hands Isabella to her father.
Steve steps back into the room just in time to see the photo be snapped. He stands with you, Eddie, and Nancy behind the camera as the nurse takes a few shots.
“Our granddaughter is already a star,” Eddie tells Steve.
“Huh?”
Pictures finished, Mia leans over and plucks the certificate out of the gift basket.
“This certificate,” Mia reads, “is to honor Isabella Marie Munson, daughter of Amelia Christine Munson and Luke Alexander Munson, as the very first baby born at Hawkin’s Hospital in the year 2025. Isabella was born at 12:00 am exactly, weighing seven pounds, six ounces.”
“And her favorite grandfather is already Steve,” Steve adds once Mia is finished reading. Everyone in the room chuckles—sans Eddie.
“Maybe,” Eddie concedes, a small smirk playing on his lips. “But that can change. What won't change though, is that I’ll always be the first grandparent to hold her. I had her in my arms first.”
“You two are ridiculous,” Nancy says.
Luke leans down and whispers in Isabella’s ear.
“Try to be more like your grandmas than grandpas. Got it?”
Mia giggles and runs the back of her forefingers gently across Isabella’s cheek.
“Or be like your Daddy, 'cause he’s pretty great,” she says. “But maybe not as mischievous.”
“That reminds me,” Luke says, looking down at his baby with wide eyes. “I have to see if they can give you a vaccine for scurvy.”
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Me Without You Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie's got another weird question for Evil Woman. Contains: A random question, a non-answer, a little panic, fluff. Words: 600ish
"What would you do if I died?"
"Avenge you," you answer, flipping a page in your magazine. You're lying on your stomach on Eddie's bed, and he's playing guitar in his chair. Just another average Wednesday evening. Alone. Unsupervised. In various states of undress. Doing different things on opposite sides of the room. Just happy to be near each other.
"No, seriously."
You look up to see that Eddie, half-lying in his chair with his bare feet propped up on the mess he calls a desk, is staring at you and waiting for his answer. He's not even looking at his guitar anymore, but he doesn't miss a note in a song that sounds vaguely Iron Maiden-y.
You think about the question for half a second before responding: "Pass."
"You can't pass," he argues, finally setting his other sweetheart aside. "Answer me."
"Nope," you make sure to pop the P as you turn to another glossy page of the magazine you're not really reading anymore.
"I wanna know!"
"Too bad."
"What would you do if I died, dammit?"
You toss the magazine aside, no longer able to focus on whatever the hell it was you found fascinating a few minutes ago.
"Why, are you planning on doing something stupid?"
"No."
"You already have a backup picked out and you want me to justify your choice of skank?"
"No."
"Then why are you obsessing over something so sad?"
"I'm just curious," he shrugs.
"Then you can keep on being curious," you sigh, crossing your arms on the bed and resting your cheek on them. You close your eyes. "Because I refuse to acknowledge a world without you in it."
Silence.
You hear the chair creak as he gets up. You freeze. Why do you feel tense all of a sudden? Your heart feels like it's beating faster and slower at the same time. You feel him approach. The mattress moves. He's put a knee on the bed beside your hip. And then the other. He's going to crawl over you.
No, he's going to lie on top of you.
He eases himself down a little bit at a time. You stay still, welcoming his body heat and oddly comforting weight.
"You can't just say shit like that to me," he mumbles, his lips grazing your ear.
"Why not?" you argue. "It's true."
Eddie kisses your neck, sighs, and rolls to the side. He lands beside you. You turn your head toward him. Your faces are just inches apart.
"You'd be fine without me," he says.
"I wouldn't be me without you," you whisper.
Something sad flashes through Eddie's eyes, and you feel it tug at your heart. He reaches for your hand, then brings it to his lips for a kiss.
"I'm not going anywhere," he whispers.
"You better not," you breathe. "If you die, I die."
Your words hang in the air, heavy between you. You stare at each other in silence. It feels as though the world has stopped entirely. And then Eddie leans forward. His lips meet yours for a kiss so soft, it barely feels real. When he pulls back, your brain screams at you to chase his touch. You can't let him go. Not yet.
"Then we get to haunt the shit out of people, right?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
You laugh quietly, relief flooding through you. The spell has been broken, the air has been cleared, the world has started to spin again. You've got him. He's got you. Things are just the way they should be.
"We don't have to wait 'til we're dead for that," you grin. "Wanna know what I've been doing to Gareth every night for the last week?"
#writings of despair#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x evil woman#eddie munson#here's to year three with this mofo *raises dew-filled chalice*
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The Heartbreak Chronicles
Eddie Munson x Reader
Edward The Freak Munson was your first love.
(He preferred to be called Eddie).
(That’s why you called him Edward. It was his father’s name, too).
He was also your first heartbreak. And the worst one yet.
It started in Hawkins. All the bad things in your life had started there. You couldn’t have been more than five years old, and Edward was almost adorable back then. He was fun, had an amazing imagination, and loved playing with you. You loved him, too.
You slew dragons and fought in the name of Queen Buttons- your stuffed hippo- for years, so when his first actual battle came, you expected to be by his side.
He didn’t, apparently. His mom was gone and his father abandoned him. Eddie ended up living with his uncle in a place that held little resemblance to a castle.
Of course, he didn’t tell you any of that. Instead, he described the infinite garden he had in his new home; how it was full of adventures and characters out of a tale. He told you about the dangers he faced- the monsters in the hallway, the darkness wanting to take him, the fae that stole his lunch. He explained that the way to his abode was long and full of traps and risks. He didn’t want you to venture into such a dangerous path.
So you didn’t. With Eddie, imagination and reality were always too close to see the difference. Besides, he was just as energetic as always. He even gained some weight; it was easy to tell.
There were other changes, though. Ones that happened slowly. Seamlessly. His favorite color went from red to black. He said once it reminded him of his mom, and proceeded to ask what colors you liked best in the same breath. His childlike interest for shiny things evolved into a collection of chains. They started appearing clasped onto every pair of jeans he owned. His laugh was louder every time you said something even remotely funny.
And his eyes were weaker and weaker.
They used to have a wild spark. Two dark bonfires, the promise of well-intentioned mischief. But his laugh was a gush of wind, and every time he opened his mouth it was like blowing at the agonizing embers.
It was a dark spell, a silent curse that poisoned him- or so you thought. He bailed on you one time, and you forgave him instantly. Who woulnd’t? He said he was sorry. And did it again a couple weeks later. Nothing to worry about. He hadn’t bailed in literal years; you could cut him some slack. Until there weren’t any more sleepovers or playdates, no more walks to find treasures by the forest or cheap ice cream listening to his stories.
Then came the summer break, and Edward disappeared. Not really, of course. You saw him once with his uncle at the grocery store. Once. He was alive and healthy, as far as you could tell. Then where had he been? Why hadn’t he been with you, as usual? You didn’t even remember summers without him.
The last day of vacation, you found a silly little dragon ring. It was most definitely made out of plastic, but it was gold and has two fake diamonds as eyes. With a little bit of imagination, it could pass as a dragon rider’s ring. It was meant for Edward, of course. Who, if not him, would wear it with pride?
But he never wore it. Not even to try it on when you gave it to him.
It was the first day of school, and, after years of friendship, the first day you sat alone in class. Which was stupid because he also sat alone. His hair was gone, and his eyes looked even bigger. It just made it worse when he smiled and nodded as a thank you, because there was no light in them. The fire had gone out, at last.
You had tried, alright. Over and over. But if the princess didn’t let his hair fall, then there was no way for you to climb the tower and save him.
You made friends with other people, life went by. It never stopped for things like this.
That was the first time Edward Munson broke your heart. At least, that time he had the decency to do it slowly, carefully. A death by natural causes. He didn’t have the same consideration the next time.
A/N: new series!! A little old, actually, but new for you guys! Hopefully it's at least entertaining. Chapters will be short but bitter, just the way I like my writing ;)) If you want me to, I can make a taglist (I have one for Pure Imagination, but I don't know if anyone will be interested in being tagged for this one), just comment or send an ask and I'll add you. Have a nice week! ♥️
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As the dimly lit alleyway swallowed you whole, the air grew thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of desperation and desire. Eddie grasped your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice as he pulled you closer to the crumbling brick wall. Your eyes flashed with a spark of excitement, a thrill that coursed through your veins like liquid fire.
Eddie pressed himself against your backside, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. The words were lost on the wind, but their meaning was clear: You are mine. And so you did what any rational person would do - you let Eddie spin you around until you were trapped between him and the wall.
His hands roamed free now, tracing lines down your arms, over your shoulders, and across the curves of your breasts. His fingers danced across the fabric of your dress, sending shivers down your spine as he searched for the perfect spot to claim his prize. And then, like a thief in the night, he found it - a small zipper that seemed to beg to be undone.
With a deft touch, Eddie freed himself from his pants and wrapped his hand around his cock. It pulsed with anticipation as he lifted your one leg off the ground, bending it at an angle that left him hovering just inches from nirvana. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt yourself being pulled back into position - your hip against wall, thigh pressed against his own.
Eddie groaned low in his throat as your bodies aligned like two pieces of a puzzle meant to fit together seamlessly. The sound was almost primal - raw emotion distilled into a single, guttural note that seemed to reverberate through every cell in your body. And then he was inside you - thrusting deep and hard, his hips pumping against yours like a jackhammer on concrete.
As Eddie's cock slammed into you, the alleyway seemed to fade away, replaced by a primal landscape of sweat and desire. His hips bucked against yours like a wild beast, his grunts and groans echoing off the walls as he ravaged your body with reckless abandon.
Your legs wrapped around him like vines, holding on for dear life as he pounded into you with all the finesse of a sledgehammer. The sound of flesh meeting brick was music to your ears - raw, animalistic, and utterly filthy.
Eddie's mouth was a snarling mess of teeth and tongue as he devoured your earlobe like a starving man at a feast. You felt his hot breath on your skin as he growled low in his throat, "You're mine," over and over again until it became an incantation that conjured up dark magic and forbidden pleasure.
His hands were everywhere - grasping, squeezing, and pinching as he rode you like a bucking bronco. You felt his fingers digging into your skin like talons as he pulled himself deeper into the abyss of your body.
The sensation was overwhelming - a tidal wave of pleasure crashing down on you with each brutal thrust. Your mind reeled as Eddie's cock pulsed inside you, threatening to shatter your very soul into a thousand pieces.
And yet, despite the roughness of it all, there was something undeniably beautiful about this moment. It was raw and primal, unbridled and uncivilized - the perfect distillation of two people lost in their own private world of desire and debauchery.
As Eddie came deep inside you with a guttural roar that shook the rafters, you felt yourself being consumed by the sheer intensity of his passion. It was like being swept up in a maelstrom of pleasure, with no escape from the whirlpool's deadly pull.
And when it was all over, and Eddie finally collapsed against you like a spent beast, you knew that this moment would haunt you for years to come - a dirty little secret hidden away in the recesses of your mind, waiting to be unearthed whenever your desires ran wild and free once more.
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Hi! First off I just want to say I love your fics and have been reading for a few months and would like to request a fic.
Can you do a Rockstar!Eddie smut fic with Reader. So basically he's on tour for a few months and has been in (some other state or country), for a month. His last show is in Hawkins and she's in the crowd supporting him or whatever and when they get home he shows how much he's missed her 😏😏
First off, hi, and thank you so much! Second, I absolutely love rockstar!eddie!
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, use of nicknames (princess, sweetheart, baby, daddy)
Eddie is due home any minute. You know that the time he gave you when he's supposed to touch down might not be one hundred percent accurate, but you're still hoping that it is. You haven't seen him in months even though you were supposed to go see him in Chicago but it never ended up working out.
He's called every night before bed but it hasn't been the same. You want him to hold you in his arms and kiss you until you're both breathless before he takes you to your bedroom where you both make up for lost time.
Eddie's feels the same. He hasn't stopped thinking about you since he left the loneliness because you weren't there really got to him. He missed you more than he ever thought possible, even more so when he watched his bandmates take girls back to their hotel rooms while he went back to his and called you because of how badly he needed to talk to you.
They even did a few interviews in between shows to promote their new album and he always jumped at the chance to talk about you whenever you were brought up. You're his favorite thing to talk about so of course he's going to yap about how amazing he thinks you are and how much he misses you. He's made loving you his entire personality and that's never going to stop.
You hear a key turn on the door and you race over to it, ripping it open before Eddie can and throwing yourself into his arms where he's quick to catch you. He moves inside the house and spins you around before pressing his lips to yours. It's tender and sweet despite your need for each other.
He carries you over to the couch where he lays you down, tossing his back down and grabbing a box of condoms from his duffel bag and taking off his clothes in record speed. He watches you do the same before he straddles your waist, staring down at you with a mixture of love and lust in his honey eyes.
"So fucking pretty," he sighs as he leans down and covers his lips with yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he does so. "Did you get prettier while I was gone?" He asks as his lips move down to your neck, peppering the spot with kisses before giving it a teasing nibble.
"No," you shake your head. "But I think you."
"Shit, sweetheart, are you coming onto me?" He asks with a wink and you respond by pushing him down so he's flat against the mattress.
"That is why I got naked for you, is it not?"
"God, I love when you take charge, but right now, this is about you," he tells you as he sits up and you follow. "Now lie back, honey, and let me work." You do as he says and he hovers over you, each of his hands taking hold of one of your knees as he spreads your legs wide to get a look at what he's working with.
"Wow, you really missed me," he teases as he gets look at your soaking wet pussy. "But don't worry, daddy's here now to take care of you."
"Please," you whine and he lowers himself down onto you as he pushes his fingers inside you, wincing as he does so.
"So fucking tight. Need me to stretch you out, sweetheart?" You need him so badly that you're about to start crying.
"God, yes," you nod and Eddie begins to pump his fingers slowly to warm you up, but you want more. You need more.
"Faster," you demand. "Harder." Your eyes go dark on the last word and Eddie quick to obey. He's usually the one to take the reigns but that doesn't mean that he doesn't listen when his girl vocalizes what she wants. He's always eager to please.
"Whatever you say, princess," he says as he picks up the pace and you're already clenching around his fingers, holding onto him for dear life as his fingers fuck you fast and hard, the prettiest sounds falling from your lips as he does so.
His fingers curve, hitting just the right spot and you're already orgasming which Eddie thinks has to be a record of some sort, but he supposes that it makes sense since he hasn't done anything like this to you in months.
His fingers are still going, though as he watches you come undone underneath him. And he thinks this is the prettiest he's ever seen you.
"Okay," you breath. "Need your cock now." You already look absolutely spent, but who is Eddie to deny you of what you want? He trusts you enough to know how much you can take. And if it was really a problem, he'd say something.
"You still want it fast and hard, sweetheart?" He asks as he removes his fingers, putting them into his mouth to get rid of the slick before quickly rolling on the condom.
"Please," you whine again and without hesitation, he pounds into you, his fingers digging into your skin as you scratch down his back.
He's not hesitating to insert all of himself, knowing that you can take it. You're clenching around him as tears prick your eyes, so much pain coursing through you as the last inch slides in, but you think you like it.
"Look at you," he says through labored breaths. "Taking me so well. Shit, you're so hot, baby." He continues to pound into you as more moans pour from your mouth and Eddie knew you liked rough sex, but not like this. He's afraid that he's going to hurt you, but considering the sounds you're making, he doesn't think that's true.
You're already starting to fade, your words slurring as you reach your next orgasm, your somehow loudest moans yet spilling out. As you're coming down, you're still begging for more, but Eddie thinks it's time to call it quits.
"More," you whine as he pulls out.
"Maybe in the morning," he replies before disposing of the condom then holds his hands out for you to take. "Now c'mon, baby, time for bed." You hesitantly take his hands and he carries you to your room, leaving your discarded for the morning as he's getting tired himself.
The two of you don't even bother putting on pajamas as you climb into bed, your bodies pressed together, bare skin to bare skin as you both murmur "I love you's" before drifting off into a much needed sleep as you're both in your favorite place again: each other's arms.
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i'm right here - E.M. * Chapter Two
"I never realized that"
Warning: angst, mentions of weed, fluff
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem! Harrington reader
Word count: 4.5k
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"Wha- How?" Eddie stumbles over his own words and tries to catch up on what you just said and implied.
You nodded. After the delicate conversation you both just had, it feels awkward to talk about it now. It feels wrong, it's kind of ridiculous too.
"Yeah, I... it's been a while, actually" You look up to him and find Eddie completely static. One of his hand grips tightly the steering wheel while with the other one he fidgets with his rings.
"Wait, wait, wait. You're saying you like me?" He shakes his head a few times and looks at you with widened eyes. "You like me? Shortie..."
"Yeah, I know Eddie! I just wish I wouldn't have told you like that okay? And I know you like her, and that you're still pretty hurt because of everything that happened, but..."
"Oh my God, shut up for a second" His voice was soft and calm, and you notice he's kind of smiling. "I never realized that. It’s kind of cute, I just… It’s just too much to deal with right now. But yes, I'm hurt. I'm so disappointed, I feel used and invalidated by her. I feel like a piece of shit. But I also feel like something has always been different with us. I mean, you and me"
Eddie reaches over to hold your trembling hand and makes sure you feel comforted. He gives you this reassuring smirk as he rests his forehead over his left hand.
"I'm sorry, Eddie. For everything. For not telling you before, for what we just saw. And for confessing my feelings just now" You feel like a twelve year old girl who just told someone her deepest secret.
He pulls you for a hug and you don't protest. Your face is smashed against his fluffy hair and you can even smell his mint shampoo. Eddie rubs his thumb against your back and rests his chin at the top of your head.
"Don't be stupid, sweetheart. We can't control our feelings. And... about that other thing, I guess you should've been honest. I would've never even given her a chance, I think I wouldn't even let her come close and talk to me. But I know you had good intentions"
"Steve wanted to tell you but I told him that if someone had to do it, it should've been me. You know, he's not friends with her but he thought she could've changed. We all grew up, we're almost graduating and becoming adults" Your words came out a little muffled as you were still holding each other.
You pulled back only a little, so you could properly see his face before apologizing to him again. This time, you could smell his cologne and it made you feel giddy from being too close.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't know you guys were together until my first day at school. Steve never wanted to tell me before"
"Hey" He pinched your chin and shook your head playfully. "It's okay, shortie. It's not your fault either way. Neither it was mine"
You nervously chuckled and pinched his chin back. Eddie noticed how close you two were and how suddenly it started to get hot inside his van.
"I, uh- I should probably drop you off before your brother decides to come back looking after you" He cleared his throat trying to avoid eye contact and you noticed how nervous he suddenly became.
The ride back home definitely felt more awkward than you thought it would. You picked the Black Sabbath tape and blasted the songs over the speakers at a higher volume. Maybe it would make him feel more comfortable and less nervous, it should be a good distraction. You didn't want to ask him what he was gonna do about Chrissy and you probably knew the answer.
It wasn't going to end well either way. You just didn't want things to go south that fast. But at least he had a friendly reaction after you told him about your feelings. You just weren't sure he felt the same way, and yet, it's probably not the best time to talk it over.
Eddie parked over your house and waited until you got out of the car. He was leaning his arm against the opened window, tapping against the vehicle while he watched as you walked over your porch. He just said goodnight and nothing else. Should he even say anything else? Is there something to say? His mind was racing with a million thoughts and a lot of them were about you two.
You were looking for your keys, until you realized you forgot to bring one with yourself. You stood there for two seconds and groaned, knowing you'd have to ring the doorbell for Steve to open the door.
"Forgot your keys?" Eddie asked, his arm still lazily resting against the window. You just nodded, biting your lip feeling embarrassed. "Harrington isn't gonna let you in, is he?"
"I'm not sure I will" Steve said through the door.
"Stevie, you better open this fucking door you dickhead" Your voice wasn't one of the most friendliest and he noticed that through your tone.
"Right, sis. Remember when you stepped on my hand at the bowling? I told you, you should find some other place to sleep tonight!"
The only reaction you could have at that moment was to scoff. Eddie was watching all of it and just snorted but it wasn't audible.
"You're kidding me, right? Steve, if you don't open this fucking door I will knock it down!"
"Should've thought about it before being a little shit with me" Steve didn't even mention he would open the door and you looked behind yourself, Eddie still parked on the street. "Munson is still there, isn't he? I'm sure he's a great host"
"I'm not coming over to his house just because you're being childish" You lower your voice so only your brother can listen to you, but you don't expect Eddie to be right next to you that very second.
"Munson would love to give her shelter, but this is her house, Harrington. Stop being a moron and open the door for her" He knocked a few times like it would change his mind.
Eddie actually wouldn't stop knocking and the fact his rings were hitting the door loudly was kind of making up for it. "I can do this all night, bro"
You watched as he kept knocking until Steve gave up and opened the door for you. He deadpanned at his friend for being so annoying and insistent, not looking at you when he took a step back for you to walk in.
"You guys look like you're still children. Jesus Christ, you're a man, dude" Eddie shook his head.
"Yeah and? Didn't ask" Steve kept his demeanor, only this time he grinned at his friend. "Go home, you look like shit, bro"
As a response, Eddie gave your brother a hard punch on his shoulder and walked back to his car. You saw as he waved at you and drove off the street until you couldn't see it anymore.
Instead of going to your bedroom and getting ready for bed, you throw yourself over the couch and breathe heavily. Steve sat next to you and leaned against his knees waiting for an answer. You know he wants to know what happened, but you were too tired to talk about anything.
"I'm not telling you anything now, you weirdo. Fuck off" He laughs at your attitude and pushes your arm playfully before he made himself comfortable and looked for something to watch with you on the TV.
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Eddie was rushing through the students as he held his backpack lazily, walking towards his locker. Uncle Wayne wasn't home and he overslept, meaning he didn't have time to eat breakfast or pick a good outfit for the day. It's not like he cared about his looks, but he would usually choose something nice to wear during the day.
He had just learned he was going to be in your biology class and couldn't find a way to ignore you. He didn't want to, he just hasn't gotten over the idea of you never telling him how mean and heartless she was. Eddie still hasn't even told you about his mutual feelings either, because everything was so confusing to him. The only thing he could think about the past days was how distressing it was to break up with Chrissy.
And you saw how sad he was just by looking at his face. He had bags under his eyes and his frizzy curly hair was so disheveled you wondered if he even brushed it lately. He didn't talk much with his friends or even the guys from the Hellfire Club. He didn't seem very present during the breaks or while eating at the cafeteria.
You watched as Eddie entered the classroom and made his way to the farther table in the back, not even daring to look at you. Maybe he didn't see you, maybe he didn't want to face you. It seemed like he was running away from you.
The entire time at school he spent with his friends and the boys from the Hellfire Club. It seemed like he was feeling a little better since he was talking to the boys. It made you feel relieved to see him like that, you'd hate to watch him feel like shit because of her. Speaking of, Chrissy was sitting next to Jason along with his basketball team, laughing at whatever shit they were talking about. You watched as Eddie couldn't look away from them, his face holding a grimace everytime they would share a kiss or something. And it made you feel nauseous from noticing how he was still having feelings for her, and not for you.
The basketball leader didn't spend much of his time teasing the other students or making fun of them, but every once in a while he would say something about the guys who liked playing board games. You still didn't know why he was such a bully, but it made you feel so annoyed it was hard to ignore it.
It was the way he was such an asshole that made your friends despise him, especially Steve. As soon as he gave up on being on the team, Jason stepped into it taking away your brother's title of "the best player". He didn't care about it anymore, he wasn't like that in a long while.
You were talking to Nancy and Robin when Eddie's voice made its announcement through the cafeteria. All of you looked at him as he was sitting on the table, one of his legs was bent and he rested his elbow on top of his knee. There it is, the scene he likes to make sometimes.
"You mommy didn't give you enough attention, Carver?" Eddie asked over a sarcastic tone, giving him a playful smile.
Most of the students around the tables were watching and giving both of them looks, whispering to one another waiting for the scene to unfold.
"I don't know, freak. Did yours?" Jason knew Eddie's mother died when he was younger, he just didn't care about that information.
You really thought that was the lowest someone could ever go with. But looking at your friend, you noticed how he didn't shift his demeanor, even though you knew he was hurt. It's not like he could complain about it, Eddie was the one to push Jason.
"Ah, even if she did, I like the attention. You know better than that" He shrugged, dropping his weight on the floor after getting up from the table. Eddie walked up to Jason, staring at him top to bottom. "You're the one calling me out every time you see me. I think you want me to be more noticeable, don't you big boy?"
Jason shoved his hand that was pinching his chin so hard the skin became pink. He looked at Eddie and placed his arm around Chrissy's shoulder, who stood there sitting on her chair without moving in the slightest. "You couldn't even keep the most beautiful girl by your side. You can't keep a reputation"
"I wouldn't want to keep a bitch like her for a girlfriend" Eddie gave him a cheap grin, looking straight at Chrissy, who gasped.
The entire room went silent, and you shared a look between your brother and your two friends. Before Robin even mentioned getting up, you did it first and paced towards Eddie and Jason. The basketball player was about to throw a punch when you pulled the curly brunette by his t-shirt. He didn't take a single step from his place, still staring at the guy in front of him.
"What did you just say, you fucking loser?" Jason closed his hands into fists and looked to his side when Chrissy tried to stop him. She sat back down and looked at you.
Both of you stared into each other. You felt an urge of punching her face because that was her fault somehow, while she just wanted this entire show to end. She just knew she was a bitch, there was no reason to contest his accusation. She wasn't even the one to make a scene in front of people, she was a bitch behind people's backs.
"You better take that back, or I will punch you so hard you won't even remember your name" He teased, his jaw was clenched. Jason tensed his shoulders waiting for Eddie's response.
"Eds" You tried to call out, but he wouldn't listen to you. "Just leave it, come on"
"Yeah, Eds" Jason quipped and mimicked your tone. "Listen to the Texas bumpkin and go back to your stupid cult"
You immediately threw him a disapproving look and frowned. While still holding Eddie's shirt, you noticed how his bicep tightened at Jason's words.
"Fuck you, Carver. Stop being such an ass" He laughed and mocked you with a pout. Again, you pulled your friend by his arm but again, he didn't want to move.
You barely saw when Steve stood next to you, his chest puffing and his arms crossed. His nose was flaring and you didn't even want to think about his thoughts right now. You knew your brother was so pissed that Steve could smash his face with only a punch.
"You better stop, Jason. This isn't going to end well" Steve warned, his face seriously holding a hard expression as he tried to stay away from the blonde guy.
He looked at the three of you and scoffed, pulling Chrissy by her hand and taking a few steps closer to Eddie, looking at you sideways before closing in on your friend again.
"You and your bitch better not do this again" Jason almost bumped his nose into Eddie's when he emphasized he was talking about you.
This time, Eddie didn't care if he was going to be expelled from school. He just couldn't let anyone talk shit about you or treat you like that again. You tried to avoid a fight to start by grabbing him from his tiny waist, while Steve gripped one of his hands over the side of Eddie's neck.
Jason didn't even flinch, because he knew Eddie wouldn't be capable of beating him down. As much as he wanted to. As soon as they left, Steve guided you both to your table, sitting you down next to Eddie. You stood between them, still not having any idea of what to say.
"Sometimes I wish I could break his fucking nose" You hear your brother rage and grab a fistful of his hair into his hands.
To your left, Eddie chuckles and agrees with him. When you look at him, he's shyly staring back at you while he nervously bites his lower lip.
"I'm sorry I dragged you into this, shortie. I didn't want this little show to happen" He frowns and rests his hand on top of yours.
That weird electricity happens again, and you both look from your hands to each other. He doesn't retreat, instead, Eddie closes it and holds your hand tighter. He gives you a sweet smile that makes your stomach flutter. You smile back at him and fix one of the strands of hair from his bang. He blows some air to playfully fix it for you and it makes you laugh at his sweetness.
Trying not to make a big deal out of what just happened, you change the subject. "You're crazy for doing that, Eddie. He's crazy and mean"
"He's an asshole. The biggest. And he deserves to be pitied. Dude doesn't know where his place is. And no one can call you a bitch"
"You called Chrissy a bitch" You remind him and he tilts his head.
"Because she is" Your mouth opens in full shock, he's still wearing a peaceful expression on his face. "I've been thinking about a shit ton of stuff. Things she would do and would never do when we were together, and– Sadly, you're right"
It comes out with a hurting tone, and you feel sad for him. But it means he's finally getting over her and moving on from their relationship. If there ever was one to begin with.
You give him a comforting smile, squeezing his hand tightly. "I'm sorry, Eddie. You're so much better than that and you don't deserve her. Neither does she deserve someone like you"
He squeezes your hand back and for a fraction of time, his first reaction was to place his free hand over your jaw and rub your cheek with his thumb. But then Steve called out to you both and your little bubble was broken by his voice. He doesn't even notice what just happened between you two.
"By the way, I can't give you a ride back today. I gotta go to work earlier with Rob"
Eddie removed his hand from yours. The one that was halfway through touching your face, he used to brush his hair. "I can take her home, dude. No worries"
"You're giving me a ride back to your house?" He laughed and pinched your cheeks, pursing his lips.
"No, you dummy. I meant taking you back to your house"
You nod timidly for misunderstanding what he just said. You feel your face getting warm and you're pretty sure you're red because of the embarrassment. Steve chuckles next you, getting elbowed on his side for the second time in a week.
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You and Eddie still haven't talked about anything that has been happening between you two since your first conversation about your feelings. He hasn't even been honest with you about his own feelings and instead, he was trying to avoid the conversation with you. He was probably too traumatized to bring up the subject, afraid of being rejected even though you made it clear that you like him.
You’re sitting on the kitchen island stool at your house with Robin, Nancy and Max. Steve was throwing a gathering for a few people, but turns out, reefer Rick decided to invite the rest of the school. Obviously, it didn’t include the basketball team or the cheerleaders.
Him and his friends were having a nice conversation by the porch, while Eddie, his friends and the boys were playing foosball outside your backyard. Robin couldn’t stop talking about Vicky and Nancy tries to give her some advice even though she’s only been with guys. You watch the conversation unfold next to Max, who’s bored out of her mind. She’s resting her face against her hand, tapping her fingers against the furniture.
She laughs at some jokes Robin makes, but it doesn’t look like she’s interested. You haven’t talked much to her lately, so you try to distract her from being bored.
“What are your plans after school?” She looks at you with a funny expression, grimacing at the thought of being an adult.
“Maybe I’ll move out from this hell and become a veterinarian” Max shrugs, drinking her coke from the can. “What about you? Why did you even come back?”
You didn’t know exactly why. You just knew you didn’t want to live with your parents forever, but you also didn’t want to come back to the place that made you go away, for instance. Your shoulders slump and you give a deep sigh.
“I like living with Steve, and I didn’t want to live with my parents forever. I think I like this place” Your words made her almost choke on her drink and she laughed. Max laughs so hard, it’s even weird to see her like this after everything that happened to her.
“That’s plain bullshit. Who could ever want to come back to this godforsaken place? Nope, there’s gotta be a better reason” She’s right, you don’t have a good reason or even an explanation.
Little did you know.
Dustin calls out your name from the door and waves at you. You get up from the stool and follow behind him to the backyard. Eddie is smoking weed with Gareth and the others are playing a match on the foosball. The curly boy guides you to where he’s sitting and makes you sit in front of him.
“You know I’m a master at playing games and figuring out stuff, right?” You also knew he had the biggest ego for someone so small too. You just nod and wait for him to continue.”Steve also told me you’re a mastermind. So, I wanna know how I can build this small device with the smallest amount of pieces I can”
He shows you a device you have no idea that is. All you know it’s something digital. You inspect it, squinting your eyes harder than you can to figure out what it is for. Behind you, Eddie and Gareth expectantly wait for you to say something. They clearly look high already.
It takes you a few minutes to decide what could work for that little device, so you explain it to the kid in front of you and show him the options. He looks at you with delight and smiles. Dustin has the most endearing smile you’ve ever seen. He’s also nice, smart and caring.
“Dude, she’s a genius!” He exclaims with excitement, happy to be helped by you.
“She’s always been a brain. But she sucks at math” Eddie helps you up but you manage to trip over his foot even though you haven’t been drinking that much.
You fall into the comfortable grass and laugh your ass off from being so damn clumsy and he looks at you like you’ve grown seven heads, while Gareth cackles along with you for God knows why. He’s not even paying attention to what’s really happening.
“Hey-” You choke on your own laugh “Not every brilliant mind knows everything”
He extends his hand and firmly grabs you up again. This time, he makes sure you won’t trip, but you had other plans in mind and pulls him as hard as yo ucan. Eddie falls onto the grass by your side and cracks up, standing on his elbows. He offers you a beer and you sit next to him, taking a swig from your beer as he also offers you the blunt he’s holding.
You haven’t smoked weed in such a long time. In fact, the last time you smoked one was before you moved out from Texas, but it wasn’t the same thing as sharing it with your friend. You inhale the smoke and it fills in your lungs, giving you a relaxing sensation.
“It’s great that you helped Dustin. He’s a really cool guy and he likes to blend people in our groups, especially you. Steve is gonna love seeing his sister getting along with his friends too” He smokes again as you pass his weed back and you nod.
It really makes you happy to be part of Steve’s group of friends. Through the past weeks, you’ve noticed how close they all are to each other and how caring they are. It crosses your mind that maybe it’s because of everything they’ve been through together, and it reminds you that you never knew what really happened to Eddie.
“What happened to you last year? I mean, Steve doesn’t say much about the others because every experience is different, but he told me he pretty much almost died too” You remember when he showed you the scar on his neck, telling you how those bats almost choked him to death.
Eddie bit his inner cheek and looked down at his feet. Maybe that was a dangerous territory to reach. His eyes suddenly became kind of dull when he stared back at you, roaming through your expression of not knowing what to say anymore.
“I mean, if you really don’t want to talk about it-”
He passed the blunt back to you again and sighed. A heavy one, to be honest “They… they almost choked me too. But the worst part was still yet to come. They chewed on me. They ripped my skin open and it was hard to breathe, and you know I’m asthmatic so it was a hundred times harder to find oxygen”
His words were heavy and he shifted on his seat, sitting straight. As soon as you both finished smoking, Eddie took his leather vest off, lifting up his shirt so you could see some of his scars. They weren’t as nasty as you’d imagine since it’s been only a year, but they were still there.
He turned on his back to you and you could see a round shaped bite the size of your palm. That one was the most visible, it also had a bump on it. You hesitantly ghosted your thumb over his skin, gently pressing against it with horror stamped on your face. He flinched as a reflex and you pulled back immediately, apologizing for pushing the boundaries.
“It’s okay… it’s just- It doesn’t hurt much. It’s just a weird sensation it gives me” He sits back and drinks the rest of his beer.
“I’m sorry this happened to you. I know you were all trying to save Max out there and I’m glad you came back” You feel like you wanna hug him, but instead you snake your arm around his and rest your head against his shoulder.
He leans against you and you feel the weight of his head over yours, his hair tickling your face again. You smell his scent and again it makes you feel unsteady. Eddie starts to feel weird because of how his heart is racing and the only thing he wants to do is interlock his fingers with yours.
As you sit there and share a moment for the first time, you know why you came back to Hawkins. Because of him. And right there, you feel lightheaded because that’s what you’ve been wanting to do for as long as you’ve known. And Eddie doesn’t think much about it, but he also knows why you two always have shared this different connection. Because now he knows that’s what he wanted too.
He just didn’t want you to know that surviving the attack from the bats came with a consequence, and he didn’t want to scare you.
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wildflower chapter six
Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader
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Summary:
When Eddie lets you down, you find comfort elsewhere.
Warnings:
Smut (18+), unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), accidental creampie, angst
Word Count: 5.5k
A/N:
Happy New Year and happy Wildflower update day! 🥳 I hope you enjoy!
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Your days at the diner were never interesting. The most action you ever saw was the occasional rude customer you got to throw out. But it wasn’t often (anymore, at least) that Corroded Coffin came in to eat.
Thankfully the restaurant was pretty dead when they came in, but the customers that were there jumped up, asking for autographs the second the four boys walked in the door. The guys were polite, quickly signing some napkins and menus before excusing themselves.
“Hey, pretty lady,” Eddie greeted as he slid into a booth in your section, Gareth, Jeff, and Doug following.
“Hey mama, long time no see,” Gareth said, a knowing look on his face. Eddie kicked him under the table, Gareth hissing a quiet Ow!
You blushed deeply as you handed them each a menu. “You told them?”
“Uh, yeah,” Eddie said, giving the other boys a look that said please don’t say anything stupid. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” you assured him quickly. “He’s…your son, too.”
The words struck Eddie unexpectedly deep, filling him with a sense of warmth and love. He smiled, the confirmation bringing him a sense of pride. “Hey, I was thinking I could come by tonight after you get off? Hang out with you both for a little while?”
“Yeah, that would be great,” you said, smiling at Eddie like he was the only person in the room. “He’d like that. He’s been asking about Ebbie since you left.”
Eddie chuckled. It was definitely cute, and he loved that Asher had been thinking about him, but he couldn’t help but wonder when the title of Dad would be earned. He wanted to be Dad. He wanted Asher to be a Munson. “I’ve missed him too.”
You were happy to hear that. You wanted Eddie and Asher to have a relationship. You never thought the day would come, but now that it had, you realized this was what you had been longing for all along.
“What can I get you guys today?” You asked, pulling out your notepad and pen with your usual customer service smile.
Eddie held his hand up, indicating he wanted to speak first. “Well, are you on the menu?”
The guys at the table all groaned as you rolled your eyes, a blush on your cheeks as you raised a hand to cover the embarrassed smile on your lips. “Oh my god. You did not just say that.”
Eddie didn’t falter. “I mean, all this food looks delicious, but you look better.”
You smacked his arm lightly with the pad of paper. “Eddie Munson!”
The guys all busted out laughing, causing you to join in. Eddie blushed, but never took his eyes off of you.
Eventually, you got orders from all the boys. They ordered practically the whole menu between them, burgers and fries and chicken tenders and just about everything else, including the desserts.
“Okay guys, let me just put this in and I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
As you turned and walked away, Eddie watched you. He watched the sway of your hips as you walked, the way your hair hung just right on your shoulders. He watched the way your little uniform dress hugged your curves and showed off your legs. He didn’t think he had a thing for housewives, but the apron was certainly doing something for him.
Gareth snapped him out of his thoughts by literally snapping in his face. “Uh, hello. Earth to Eddie.”
Eddie turned to look at the guys, who were all staring at him. “What?”
Gareth sat back in his seat. “So, what made you not call her for two years? Because you look like you’re about to pounce on her at any second.”
Eddie’s jaw clenched. He didn’t want to talk about this right now, or ever again, really. He knew how badly he fucked up. He had heard it from everyone endlessly, especially himself. “Gar-“
“Yeah, man, did you need to see her again to remember how hot she is?” Jeff asked with a laugh. “I mean, she always was-“
Eddie smacked a hand down on the table, startling the other guys. “Enough. Don’t talk about her like that.”
It was quiet for a second, then his three bandmates all started laughing.
“Oh, Eddie, man,” Doug said through his laughter. “You’ve got it bad.”
As you turned around with the four drinks on your tray, you saw the boys laughing. You couldn’t help the old high school fear that they were laughing at you.
But Eddie also seemed perfectly happy in his new life without you. You wondered if he missed you at all. If he ever thought about you on the road. If he slept with other women.
You reached the table and placed the drinks down, remembering perfectly who had ordered what. “Can I help you guys with anything else right now?” You asked, waitress persona back in place.
“I think we’re good for now,” Gareth answered. You looked at Eddie, but his cheerful expression from earlier was now gone.
“Alright, just let me know if you need anything. I’ll be back with your food shortly.”
Once the lunch rush hit, the diner was packed. Your section was full and you were kept much too busy to worry much about the Corroded Coffin boys, although you did feel bad that their meal kept getting interrupted by over eager fans.
Eventually, you noticed the guys had left. You moved over to their table to clear it off, gathering plates and dishes.
You gasped when you saw the $200 tip that was left for you.
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“Ebbie coming?” Asher asked for about the millionth time that evening.
“He’s supposed to, buddy,” you told him, fingers tracing through his curls as you eyed the clock again. It was almost bedtime for Asher, and Eddie still hadn’t showed. He was supposed to be here hours ago.
“When?” He asked again.
“I don’t know, Ash,” you admitted, looking down at his big sad brown eyes that reminded you so much of his father’s. “It’s almost bedtime, though. Maybe Eddie will come visit tomorrow?”
“No!” The toddler stamped his foot down, tears welling in his eyes as he looked up at you with all his nearly 2-year-old anger. “No bed! Ebbie.”
Your heart broke for him. You wished you had let it be a surprise, because giving him this hope and then having to take it away was too much. His dad had just come into his life and he was already being unreliable. It made you question the whole thing all over again.
“I’m sorry buddy,” you told him again. “We’ll do something fun tomorrow. Let’s go take a bath and get in your pajamas, huh?”
Reluctantly, the little boy went with you. You ran his bath, playing with him in the water which had him giggling again. You were happy to see him happy, but the ache in your chest over Eddie’s no-show wouldn’t be forgotten.
By the time his bath was over and Asher was dried off and dressed in his Thomas pajamas, he was rubbing his eyes. You tucked him into bed, read him some of his favorite books, and he was already drifting off as you left the room, closing the door softly behind you.
You covered your face with your hands as the tears began to fall. You felt like you had let Asher down yourself, and that’s something you never wanted to do. Something you swore you wouldn’t do. And letting his father do it was something you swore against when Eddie came back into your lives.
You walked into the living room, eyeing the picture frames decorating the hallway as you walked past. The memories had you smiling to yourself. One of them stopped you short - it was you and Steve at Asher’s first birthday, Asher smiling between you. There was so much joy in that photo.
Steve. Steve, who had always been there. Steve, who had never let Asher down a day in his life and would never even dream of it. Steve, who would do anything for both of you.
You had made up your mind by the time you got to the living room. You lifted the phone from the receiver, dialed the familiar number and listened to it ring.
“Hello?” Steve answered after only a few seconds.
“It’s me,” you said through sniffles, wiping away the tears that had managed to fall without you noticing.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asked, suddenly very serious. “Are you okay? Is Asher okay? Did something happen?”
You huffed a small laugh - it was just such a Steve reaction. “We’re okay. Just…Eddie was supposed to come over tonight, and he never showed up.”
“That asshole,” Steve hissed on the other end of the line. “Why not?”
“I don’t know…I haven’t heard from him.”
Steve sighed. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. How did Asher take it?”
“Not well,” you admitted. “He was really upset.”
“That pisses me off,” Steve said, sighing again. “Do you want me to come over?”
“…Would you?” You asked finally, realizing that’s exactly what you wanted right now.
“Of course. I was watching some movies with Robin, but I’ll gladly kick her out.” You heard something thrown at him, then a “Hey!” and some laughter.
“I don’t want to ruin your night-“
“You’re not ruining anything. I’ll be there in 10, okay?”
“Okay,” you smiled softly to yourself, then hung up the phone.
You wondered if you should make something for you both to eat. It was already 10pm, too late for anything substantial and he probably wasn’t hungry anyway. You settled for taking the cookie dough out of the fridge, lining up the balls of dough on the baking sheet. You were just putting the tray in the oven when the front door opened.
“Hey,” you greeted, wiping your hands on a dish towel. “I’m really happy you came over. I put some cookies in the oven.”
Steve crossed the kitchen quickly, wrapping you in a tight hug within his strong arms. You let yourself melt into the embrace, the feeling of guilt in your chest turning to one of warmth instead. He placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“Of course, you know I’m here any time you need me.” Steve cracked the oven door open, peeking inside. “Nice! Chocolate chip, a classic.”
You giggled as he closed the door, then turned to look at you, leaning against the counter. “Now tell me what happened.”
You recounted the story, starting with Eddie and the guys showing up at the diner. By the time you were done talking, the oven timer was going off. You slipped the oven mitts onto your hands and opened the door, pulling the tray of hot cookies out.
“I can’t believe he would just say he was coming and not show up or call or anything.” Steve shook his head. “These look delicious, by the way.”
Once the cookies were cool, you piled some onto a plate and went to sit on the couch. Steve brought one of the movies he and Robin hadn’t gotten to - Hellraiser - and you started it, although you weren’t paying the most attention as you kept chatting.
The air began to chill the exposed skin of your legs, sending shivers through your body. You pulled a blanket from the back of the couch to spread over your laps. Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you cuddled into his side.
“You know you deserve better than this, right?” Steve whispered.
You looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you and Ash deserve better than someone unreliable. You deserve more than getting stood up.”
You let out a long sigh. “I don’t know. I feel like there has to be some reason. Eddie wouldn’t…I don’t know, the Eddie I knew wouldn’t have done this.”
Steve was quiet for a minute. “You haven’t talked to him for years, sweetheart. Things change.”
He was right, but the words made your stomach ache. You didn’t like thinking about the old Eddie, your Eddie, being gone now. But he had a point. You weren’t the same girl he left behind, either.
You pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You were lost in thought, the movie long forgotten.
“You’re so beautiful,” Steve said quietly, his fingers gently brushing over your cheek. “You deserve the world.”
“That’s not true-“
“It is,” Steve said firmly. “You’re a beautiful, incredible woman. An amazing mom. Did I mention hot?”
You started laughing then, covering your blushing face with your hands. “Oh my god, stop.”
“I’m serious, though,” Steve said, chuckling lightly. “You are all of those things. I wish you could see your worth. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”
He gently grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. Your eyes met his, seeing something behind them you’d never quite seen before. “Steve?”
His gaze flicked down to your lips. His tongue darted out to lick his own, like he was thinking about something. Then he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widened, completely shocked by his move, but you didn’t push him away. You found you didn’t entirely mind it.
Steve pulled away quickly. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”
It was completely unexpected. Completely out of nowhere. Steve was your best friend in the world, and it had never been more than that. You had always been off limits, always been Eddie’s girl. But…you weren’t upset at him. It was honestly…nice.
“It’s okay, Stevie…” You trailed a fingertip over his jaw. “I kind of liked it.”
He grinned sheepishly. “You…liked it?”
“Yeah,” you admitted softly. “Maybe we could…do it again?”
Steve smiled at that. He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him on the couch. Your hands rested on his biceps, and you both leaned in until your lips were locked together once again.
It was strange, to think it was Steve’s lips on your own. You honestly hadn’t had many experiences outside of Eddie. He was your first boyfriend, and your last. It almost felt wrong, even though you and Eddie hadn’t been together for years, but it also felt right, as cheesy as that sounds.
His hands tightened on your waist as his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring your own with an eagerness. He tasted so nice, like peppermint and the cookies you had eaten together. You moaned into the kiss, which made him moan back.
He placed a kiss to the corner of your lips before working over your jawline. When he reached your neck, he began sucking softly at the skin, wanting desperately to mark you up and claim you as his finally, but he knew he couldn’t leave hickies when you’d have to cover them for work and potentially have questions from Asher. So, he restrained himself, moving to a different spot whenever he worried it would start to bruise.
Your head was tilted to the side, eyes closed and soft moans leaving your lips as he devoured you, pulling you as close as you could get to each other. You took it a step further, swinging a leg over his lap and straddling him.
You could immediately feel how hard he was beneath you. He knew it, too.
“Sorry,” he said with a blush. “You’re just-“
You cut him off by grinding down onto the hardened bulge, making him groan loudly in surprise. You quickly covered his mouth with your hand, laughing quietly. “Shh!” Steve nodded, and you removed your hand.
“Just feels so good,” he mumbled, moving back to kissing your neck. His hands slid around to grab at your ass. He had longed to do that for as long as he could remember, and now that he had his hands on you, it was even better than he pictured in his head all those nights alone. The way your ass fit perfectly in his large hands, the plush of it when he squeezed, it made him impossibly hard.
He moved back up to your lips, kissing you feverishly. You bit down on his bottom lip, and he groaned quietly, his tongue darting out to lick at yours. The kiss had become sloppy, messy, and desperate, all tangled tongues and quiet moans and hands everywhere.
“Steve,” you moaned, his name feeling strange on your tongue in this context. Strange, but nice.
He moaned your name in return, guiding your hips to keep grinding on him. “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me cum in my pants like a fucking teenager if you keep doing this.”
You giggled, giving him one last movement along his aching cock before you climbed off of him. He watched you curiously, wondering if you’d changed your mind, and desperately hoping that wasn’t the case.
He realized all his fears were unfounded as you sunk to your knees in front of him, holding eye contact. His eyes widened and his lips parted, hands clenching into fists on the couch cushions.
“Sweetheart,” he said, voice raspy as he looked down at you on your knees for him. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
You smirked at him as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and began to pull them down. His erection was obvious in his boxers, straining against the thin material like it was begging for you. “I want to,” you said simply. His cock twitched at your answer.
You pulled his boxers down, exposing his hard cock to your hungry eyes. You practically drooled at the sight. He was big. Like, really big.
You wrapped your hand around it, struggling to close your fingers around his girth. He moaned at the contact, his cock twitching again in your hand. You stroked him a couple times, but he was already rock hard. You leaned forward and licked the precum from his tip.
“Sh- shit!” Steve hissed. “You really don’t have to-“ His head fell back as you engulfed his cock in your mouth, his protests turning to groans of pleasure. “Oh fuck.”
You took him deeper, as deep as you could fit him. You were a bit out of practice admittedly, so you kept gagging on him, but he seemed to love that. He fought to keep his eyes open as he watched you suck his cock, not wanting to miss a single second, but the feeling kept making his eyelids flutter closed.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned, one hand moving to rest on the back of your head. He didn’t force you, everything you were doing to him was like heaven already. “You’re so good at this, oh my god.”
You almost laughed, but managed to keep up your motions instead. You paid extra attention to the underside of his cock with your tongue as you sucked him, sucking hard at the tip every now and then, which made his hips buck up into your mouth with a whiney moan. You gently massaged his balls in your hand as you worshipped his cock. You absolutely loved the way your best friend was falling apart for you, because of you.
His grip on your hair tightened, and you could feel his thighs tensing beneath your hands. You could tell he was getting close, even before he said “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop-“
You pulled off of him, a string of saliva connecting your plush lips to his dick. He looked at you with an expression of love and adoration and even pain. Like he loved you so much it hurt.
He pulled you to him, kissing you deeply again. He pulled his sweatpants back up. “Fuck. That was amazing,” he said, breathless. “Let’s go to your room?”
You nodded, and then nearly screamed as Steve picked you up bridal style. He carried you quietly to your bedroom and laid you gently on the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, pushing his sweats and boxers back down. He was completely naked before you now, and your eyes roamed over him, enjoying the view maybe a little too much.
He moved for you then, pushing your shirt up as he placed kisses against your stomach, trailing up higher and higher until he reached your breasts. He pushed the shirt up and over your head then wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. Your head fell back against the pillows and you moaned quietly at the feeling of his hot mouth against your sensitive nipples. He gave both equal attention, before kissing back down your body.
“You are so beautiful,” he said. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Your heart swelled in your chest at his words, but you were quickly distracted when he began pulling your shorts and panties down your legs. Once you were naked, he spread your legs, eyes raking over your body, and especially your pussy, like a man starved.
He laid on his stomach between your legs, hands holding your shaking thighs apart. You were nervous - it had been a long time, and you hadn’t exactly been expecting this to happen.
He flattened his tongue and licked a stripe along your folds. You moaned, a hand covering your mouth to keep yourself quiet, because you weren’t sure if you’d have the self control for this.
“You taste so sweet,” he said, burying his face in your pussy and breathing it in like his favorite cologne. “Your pussy is perfect. Even better than I imagined.”
You didn’t focus too hard on that last part, quickly distracted by his tongue flicking over your clit before he wrapped his lips around it. You gasped, back arching as he began to devour you fully.
You had to grab a pillow and hold it over your face, because you couldn’t control the noises Steve was pulling from your body. You were powerless against the pleasure he was giving you, able to do nothing but ride it like a wave, fingers gripping white knuckled into the pillow case.
Steve was much better than your fingers or any toys. He had your orgasm building quickly, stronger than you’d felt in years. You held the pillow tightly against your face as you cried out when your orgasm hit, hips grinding up against Steve’s greedy mouth. He lapped up every bit of slick hungrily, moaning against your pussy.
When you had come down completely, Steve kissed along your thighs, biting gently on the skin there - he could mark you here, at least, where only he could see. He left light bruises on the inside of your thighs. When he was satisfied he moved up your body again slowly. He kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
You could feel his cock hard and insistent against you. You wanted him badly, so badly you couldn’t believe how desperate you felt for him. You were soaking wet, hips grinding against him as you were desperate for him to fill you.
“I- I don’t have a condom,” Steve said like it pained him, looking down at you. “We can stop-“
“No,” you said quickly. You had come this far after not having sex for two years (at least sober, the night with Eddie after the show had also happened), and you really did not want to stop now. “We can keep going. Just pull out.”
He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Okay.” He reached down, lining himself up at your entrance. You jumped at the feeling at first, so unfamiliar now. And Steve was big. Not that Eddie wasn’t, but…two years. You barely even remembered the hookup.
“I’ll go slow,” Steve said, sensing your apprehension. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” you said quietly, your heart beating hard in your chest. Steve being so sweet was making this easier, but you knew you wouldn’t want him to stop. “I’m ready.”
Steve slowly pushed inside. He only had his tip in when you clenched your eyes shut, fingernails digging into the skin of his biceps.
“Is this okay?” Steve asked quietly, placing gentle kisses along your cheek. He was carefully thrusting in deeper, moving at as slow of a pace as possible. It took every bit of restraint in his body not to pound you into the mattress.
“Yes,” you said, voice quiet. You were slowly adjusting around him, wanting him deeper and deeper. “Please, more.”
Steve groaned against your ear, pressing in deeper until he finally bottomed out. His hips were pressed flush against yours, his cock completely buried in your tight, perfect heat. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he moaned. He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand above your head as his other arm held him up. “Wanna make you feel so good. Wanna make you cum again, feel you cum around my cock.”
You whimpered at his words, wanting them all to come true. “Please,” you whispered instead.
Steve hummed, pulling his hips back before slowly rolling them into you again. You both moaned at the perfect friction created between you, the way his cock filled you up. Like a piece of you that had been missing.
He set a slow pace to start, rolling his hips against yours in a perfect rhythm. The only sounds in the room were the gentle creaking of the bed and the soft breathy moans from both of you. Steve held your hand tightly over your head, your left gripping onto his right arm for leverage.
When he could tell you weren’t in any pain, he sped up his movements, watching your face carefully for any sign you weren’t enjoying yourself. Instead he saw your beautiful features twist in pleasure, pleasure that he was giving you. Only him. Only Steve.
“You’re incredible,” he said, looking down at you with total adoration. “Absolutely incredible.”
You pulled him down into a heated kiss, your left hand moving up to tangle in his hair. He started fucking you faster, skin slapping against yours as he began really pounding into you.
Steve pulled away to watch you again, finding himself addicted to the way you looked when getting fucked. He looked down at where you were joined, watching his cock disappear inside your perfect cunt. He had to look away before he came immediately.
Little “ah-ah-ah!”s were spilling from your lips, making Steve feel like he’d never been so turned on in his entire life. Everything about you was perfect to him. Everything about this was more than he ever dreamed of, alone with his cock in his hand.
“I’m so close, Stevie,” you whined, pulling him close to you. He was fucking you at the perfect angle, cock hitting just the right spot deep inside. Somewhere you could never reach on your own.
“Cum for me, baby, please,” he said, letting go of your hand to reach between you and rub circles on your clit. “Need to feel you cum all around my dick.”
The extra stimulation on your clit combined with the sensation of his cock filling you completely, pressing against your g-spot with every thrust, sent you over the edge a second time. You came hard, burying your face in his neck as you cried out in pleasure.
It was too much for Steve. Your pussy clenched around him over and over as you rode out your orgasm, and it was so good, and you were just so wet and tight, it sent him over the edge himself before he even knew what was happening.
He moaned your name over and over as he came inside you, ropes of his cum coating your walls. You rode each other through your orgasms, bodies intertwined.
It wasn’t until you came down that you both realized what happened. Steve pulled out of you, a look of pure fear on his face. “Jesus, fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I’m such an idiot. I-I don’t know what happened, I just…”
“Steve,” you said, placing a hand on his arm to calm his panic. “It’s okay. I…I can go to the doctor, get the pill.”
He visibly calmed once you said that. He placed a hand on your thigh, looking at you seriously. “I’ll take you. I’ll pay for it.”
“Okay,” you agreed softly. “Now come cuddle with me. Unless you’re planning to leave?”
“No!” He said quickly. “No, of course not. You’re not…you’re not just some hookup.” He crawled back into the bed with you, leaning against the pillows. He held an arm out and you cuddled against his side.
Your fingertips idly traced along his chest, feeling the softness of his chest hair. Steve played with your hair gently, twirling your curls around his finger. You were close to drifting off.
Your moments of quiet bliss were interrupted by a knock at the door. You both froze, wondering who could possibly be here at this hour. You had an idea, but you didn’t like the thought of it.
The knock sounded at the door again, and you jumped up. “I’ve got to get that before they wake up Asher.” You pulled your panties back on and grabbed the first shirt you saw.
“Wait, I’m coming with you,” Steve said, fumbling for his own pants, but you were already out of the bedroom.
You opened the door, and your fears were confirmed.
“Eddie,” you said, more like a statement. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m so sorry,” he said in a rush. He was out of breath, like he’d ran here. “We were working in the studio today, and I- I got caught up, and I didn’t realize the time, I was just so caught up in the music and the band that I didn’t think-“
Eddie stopped cold as he looked at something over your shoulder. You turned and saw Steve standing there like a deer in headlights. He was shirtless, only wearing his sweatpants hung low on his hips. It felt like deja vu, only reversed this time.
You turned back to Eddie, who was now looking down at what you were wearing. Steve’s shirt. You hadn’t even noticed what you’d thrown on.
Eddie looked at you with a look of pure horror on his face. You’d think you were still together, like you’d cheated on him with Steve right in front of him. That’s how it felt to Eddie, at least.
“Jesus, what- what did you do?” Eddie asked. His eyes were filled with pain, and even though you weren’t together and you owed him nothing, you felt like the absolute worst person on the planet.
“Ed…”
“Listen man, it’s-“
Eddie held up his hand, silencing the other man. “I…do not want to hear from you right now.”
“Eddie, you’re being unfair,” you said.
“Unfair! How am I being unfair?” Eddie scoffed. He couldn’t even look at the two of you. “I just walked in on you having sex with Steve Harrington-“
“Okay, first of all, you did not walk in on us having sex,” you pointed out. “And second of all, did you forget we’re not together?”
Your words hit him like a punch to the gut. Sure, he knew that, but - you’d slept together since he’d been home. It may have been a drunken hookup, but still. You were still kind of his girl, weren’t you? You’d always been. You always would be. Right?
“That doesn’t matter, it’s still-“
“It’s still what?” You asked. “Tell me, Eddie, were you celibate those two years on tour? Or did you fuck groupies after shows while you left me and your son behind?”
Eddie’s face tensed. “That’s not fair. I didn’t know about my son.”
“True,” you said, “but you didn’t answer the other question.”
Eddie stayed silent. It was answer enough. The whole apartment was awkwardly silent, the tension in the air palpable, like a weight over you all.
“You know, you really let Asher down today,” you said. “He was excited to see you. He asked about you all night until he went to bed.”
Eddie’s heart broke. “I’m so sorry. I never meant for that to happen. I never meant to hurt him, or you.” He swallowed. “But does that mean you had to run into the arms of Steve Harrington?”
“Eddie…” you sighed. “I think you should leave. It’s late. We can talk about this later.”
Eddie just looked at you, then to Steve. He shook his head. “Yeah. We’ll talk later.”
And with that, he turned and left the apartment, wanting to slam the door but at least having the forethought not to since Asher was asleep. He walked down the hall, down the stairs, to the parking lot. His trusty van was there. He had driven himself this time.
There were so many memories in that van, memories with you. Hell, Asher was probably conceived in the back of the damn thing. Eddie climbed into the front seat and lay his head on the steering wheel.
And he cried.
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Soundtrack to Disaster
Chapter X: The Destruction of Your Innocence
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songs for this chapter: an ode by mat kerekes, the price of growing up by watsky
summary: an evening of fun with the party, and for once nothing feels too heavy... until it does.
chapter tags: none! Just a good wholesome dose of friendship on all counts… the calm before the storm, if you will. | fic tags: angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI each chapter will have its own content/trigger warnings
a/n: I would consider this the end of Act I.... meaning.... well. I'm sure you can figure that out. Happy new year everyone! 🎉
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“Good morning!” Robin answers the door to her apartment with far too much pep for eight am. Your ears are still ringing from last night, and you wince at her volume. “Oh, sorry. Forgot you’re so not a morning person. Come in!” She whispers the last part, and you chuckle lightly as you cross the threshold, only for your smile to fall from your lips. Eddie is splayed on the couch, a black coffee in his hand as Steve talks at him about how important reading the instructions is.
“Hi, Bee!” Steve greets you from the kitchen, and Eddie offers a brief wave.
“Mornin’. Sorry, I didn't know it was a party, I would’ve dressed nicer.” You’re suddenly embarrassed by your choice of outfit: A pair of bike shorts and a massive t-shirt draped over your body like a nightgown.
“Oh, shush, you look great. Especially for what we’re doing today.” Robin, clad in overalls, walks by you and into the living room, where differently sized planks of wood are spread out on the carpet, a pile of screws in a bag next to them, and the instructions booklet flattened to the first page.
“What exactly are we doing?” Eddie asks, sitting up. “I was just told I was needed, I was never told why.” He looks at you, as if asking for help. You shrug.
“We’re putting this thing together,” Robin toes the mess of boards. “Need all hands on deck, this ain’t no IKEA furniture.”
“Good thing, IKEA’s shit would fall apart in a week.” You kneel in front of the pieces, examining them closely. “Shouldn’t be too difficult, looks like everything we need came with it.”
“Okay, great! Steve, put on some jams. Bee, come with me for a second.” Robin offers her hand, and you stand up to follow her into her bedroom.
“What’s up?”
“Are you, like, good?”
“What?” The question confuses you.
“Like, with Eddie here. I know we didn’t tell you, it wasn’t really planned, Steve just texted him for extra help and I didn’t wanna argue because I don’t wanna be the one to have to help him move the thing when we inevitably have to.”
“Rob, it’s cool. I’m over the initial shock of Eddie being here every time I see you guys. I know it’s been awhile, but this was a normal occurrence once.”
“Yeah, I know, it just hasn’t been for a really long time. Wanna make sure you’re okay, that’s all.”
You kiss her cheek, smiling warmly. “It’s okay, Bob. Thank you.”
With that, she leads you back into the room, where Steve and Eddie stop speaking abruptly, as if they’d been conspiring something you aren’t allowed to know.
“Okay!” Steve claps his hands together, breaking the tension. “Let’s do it, we’re losing daylight.”
–
“Okay, this goes here–” “No, Rob, that goes there, this goes here–” “Bee, hand me the screwdriver–” “Would you move, Ed, you’re in my light–” The four of you talk over each other for hours, screwing and hammering pieces into place, groaning when you realize something is upside down.
“Wait, wait, shut up!” Robin eventually exclaims before standing up to admire the fruit of your labor. “We fuckin’ did it!” In front of you sits a complete, sturdy entertainment center, every piece where it belongs. You feel a burst of pride as you stand up next to your friends, resting your hands on your hips to take in the sight before you.
“Look at us! And in a miraculous turn of events, Bee and Eddie didn’t maim each other to death!” Steve adds, elbowing Eddie in the ribs and earning himself a shove. “You know, this might be cause for a gathering.” Eddie announces, earning groans from you, Steve, and Robin. To Eddie, a gathering didn’t mean the usual party with beer and weed, loud music and the likelihood of drama. For that, you were grateful. However, it did mean a very loud, passionate game of Dungeons & Dragons with four teenage boys. The cleanup is comparable, and you don’t count on Eddie helping out.
“Please, Rob? I promise, we’ll be out by ten. There’s just barely any room at my place, and you guys always have the good snacks.” You cock an eyebrow at Eddie, but he’s too busy pouting at Robin to notice.
“Ugh, fine! Out by ten, no exceptions.” He opens his mouth to thank her, but Robin quickly adds, “And only if Bee will come.” She crosses her arms over her chest triumphantly, like she’s found the secret way out of the deal.
“What? Why is this suddenly on me?” You look from her to Eddie, whose eyes are wide with his friend’s betrayal.
“Because I know you hated those things.” She grins. You remember, consistently left out of the games in high school because you were friends with a couple cheerleaders. Instead, being forced to watch from the corner, mumbling under your breath every time one of them did something stupid, and throwing popcorn into Eddie’s hair. “Y’know what, I might actually join you. If they let me play.” You glare up at Eddie, like you’ve passed the grenade. To make you show up, he has to let you play. If he doesn’t let you play, the gathering is off. The snake eats its own tail.
But he shrugs. “Okay, yeah.”
You and Robin share a look of exaggerated surprise, gasping in unison like he’d dropped to one knee. “What happened to the golden rule? No Darksiders!”
Eddie throws his head back with laughter, chest heaving as he tries to compose himself. “Guys, I’ve matured a little in the past few years, would you give me some credit?”
It shifts something in your chest, hearing him say it. You forget sometimes that Steve and Robin had also been together without Eddie for a while. When he’d finally graduated, Eddie skipped town without a word to any of his friends. You’d even gotten an influx of calls and texts, friends of Eddie’s you’d only met in passing asking you if he was out in New York with you, having no idea you already hadn’t spoken in two years.
“Okay,” You resign, remembering your brother’s plea from last night for you to be nicer to him. “Then a gathering we shall have.”
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The apartment quickly becomes a playground, a mass of what you can’t exactly call children flooding through the front door, immediately taking up any available surface. The boys: Lucas, Will, Mike, and Dustin, are loud and excited, spreading out their game pieces on the kitchen table with intention. The girls, El and Max, make their way to the pantry for snacks and soda, opening every cabinet until they find what they’re looking for. You brace the tornado, still as possible until everyone is settled.
“So,” Max sits on the empty cushion beside you, crossing her legs to rest a bowl of popcorn in her lap. “Long time, no see!” You’d always been closest to Max, even closer than you’d gotten to Dustin just by being friends with Steve and, at the time, Eddie. Max, though, seemed drawn to you specifically. Your senior year, when she was in seventh grade, she’d started wearing her hair like yours, asking you where you bought your clothes, what kind of music you liked. It was cute, really. You’d always wanted a little sister, and Max was probably the coolest thing you could have imagined.
“Hey, Maxy.” You nudge her with your shoulder. “Look at you, all grown up.” She’s flourished since the last time you saw her, which would have to have been right before you’d left for New York. “Sorry I didn’t come visit more.”
She shrugs. “No biggie, I get it. Although, it is weird to see you two in the same room again.” You know she’s referring to Eddie, but she sends a less than subtle glance in his direction, and you follow it to find him conducting yet another Hellfire pre-campaign meeting. You indulge in watching the show for a minute, the way Eddie leans forward in his chair at the head of the table, face expressive as he alludes to the battles he’s written for his little goblins and you should probably be paying attention to what he’s saying. You hear Max giggling beside you.
“What’s so funny?”
“Well, despite all this time, you haven’t changed at all.”
“What are you talking about?” You raise an eyebrow at her.
“You still look at Eddie like a lovesick dog.” She rolls her eyes, and you dart yours to the floor. “Hey, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I kind of always knew you two wouldn’t be apart forever.”
“Okay, missy, you’re gettin’ a little too big for your britches. Eddie and I are barely friends. Acquaintances by circumstance.” Even to yourself, you sound unconvincing.
“Mhm, sure.” She teases as you turn back to watch the theatrics of the Dungeon Master, despite yourself.
“Take a pic, Bee, it’ll last longer!” You feel your cheeks burning as Dustin cackles, followed by the groans of the gaggle of boys surrounding him. You stare straight ahead, doing your best to avoid the way Eddie’s eyes are penetrating the side of your face.
“Dustin, shut the hell up. Upsetting Bee is almost worse than upsetting Eddie.” Mike elbows his friend in the ribs.
“It’s true, dude, you’re playing with fire.” Lucas adds, tone heeding a warning. You hear a thump under the table, followed quickly by Dustin’s cry of “Ow, you bitch!” Followed by a 20 sided die flying at Eddie’s head. Luckily, his fluffy curls soften the blow, Eddie barely even flinching.
“Oh, you’re in for it now, Henderson.” Eddie practically growls at the boy, eyes darkening with the mischief the rest of them have grown familiar with.
–
“Well, well, well.” Eddie leans back in his chair, folding his hands across his chest with an aura of smugness. “Looks like you’re all out of options.” Your character is mostly unscathed, but you can’t say the same for your campaign party. All of the kids’ characters are on their last legs, Dustin’s even literally, having lost his left lower limb to a corrupted mage about twenty minutes into the game. “Any last words?”
You can tell Dustin regrets his joke from earlier, face trembling with anxiety so palpable you’d think he’d seen this type of horror in real life. “I choose to surrender.” The party only mumble in agreement
“Roll to see if your surrender is accepted.” Eddie leans in, the grin on his face widening.
Dustin rolls a three. “Shit.”
Eddie throws his head back, a devilish cackle releasing into the air of the apartment. “Oh you poor, poor thing. Looks like your begs for mercy go unheard.” Eddie rolls the die himself, landing on eight. “Hm, seems like you’re getting off a little easy. You may leave unscathed.” Dustin squints his eyes at the older man, waiting for the catch. “All you must do is leave your strongest soldier as collateral.” He leans his elbow on the table, and Dustin follows his gaze to where you sit across from him, too distracted by the look on Eddie’s face to pay attention to what he’s saying. What the fuck is wrong with you?
“Bee?” Will’s voice snaps you back to reality. “What do you think?”
“What? Oh,” You look from Eddie, with that stupid smirk on his face, back to your teammates. “You want to sacrifice me?”
“Well, we don’t want to. Clearly you’re the reason we’re still alive here.” Dustin grumbles, fiddling with a handful of dice. “The second we give her to you, Ed, you’re gonna destroy us!”
Eddie only shrugs, giving none of his diabolical plan away to his opponents. “Only one way to find out.”
Dustin looks at you, eyebrow raised. “What do you think, Bee?”
You try to focus on the game. If you surrender, you become what Eddie likes to describe as a henchman. Your moves from here on in are only to benefit him. You’d be turning on your team, but they’d be free to walk away. If you don’t surrender, who knows what the sick and twisted Dungeon Master has up his sleeve for them?
“I guess… I will bravely sacrifice myself for your freedom.” You decide, gracefully gesturing to the younger boys. “I would be honored to die for the good of the campaign.”
The boys look at each other, ultimately deciding to accept your sacrifice. Eddie, though, throws his head back with his in character evil laughter, swiping your game piece from the board. “And so it shall be! The mage has been sacrificed, and captured by the darkness to distract from the escape of the rest of the party.” He looks from the boys back to you, the smile on his face a little softer. “An honorable risk, indeed.”
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As promised, the younglings are kicked out promptly at ten, and Eddie is nice enough to bring them all home.
“Bye, guys!” Steve gives a wave before closing and locking the door. “I am fucking exhausted.”
“Yeah, it’s really tiring work sitting on your ass eating pizza.” You snort, clearing the paper plates from the table.
“Hey, you’re one to talk. You got to play a game all night while Eddie made googly eyes at you.”
His comment stops you in your tracks. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh, please, like you have no idea!” He looks at you, face contorting from amused to bewildered. “Oh, you really have no idea.”
Robin snorts behind him. “Neither of them have a clue, Stevie.”
“Can someone please explain to me what the hell you’re talking about?” You’re exhausted, and you can’t keep up with your friends’ cryptic bullshit.
“C’mere.” Robin walks around to sit on the couch, patting the cushion next to her.
“Rob, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Relax, Steve. Bee’s gone through enough, the least we can do is tell her what we know.” You plop down beside your friend, and Steve joins you on the other side. “Bee, what do you know about Eddie coming back to Hawkins?”
You squint at Robin. “As much as you do, I thought! He came back when Chris got released. I still don’t even know where he went after he graduated. Before then, it had been years since we’d spent any time together.”
Robin nods thoughtfully, like she’s considering your words. “Well, think about it. Why would he choose now to come back? Why would he put the effort in to hang out with us, with you?”
You shake your head, growing more frustrated by the second. “You know I don’t have the answers to any of that. All I know is that Chris told Eddie to rat on him, to save his own ass from being tormented by Hawkins PD. And I only learned that, like, yesterday.”
Steve chimes in. “Well, at least he finally told you some of the truth.”
“What?” You turn to face him, your voice straining. “What more is there?”
“Bee,” Robin rests a hand on your shoulder. “He broke up with Macy, he’s hanging out with us every damn day. Don’t pretend you haven’t figured out Eddie’s obsessed with you.”
This shit again. You groan, throwing your head back into the couch cushions. “This is bullshit. You’re making shit up.”
“Okay, if that’s your theory, why the hell would we do that?” Steve seems offended by the accusation.
“How should I know? You guys love to meddle, why would I be exempt from your torment?”
“It’s hopeless, Rob. We’re gonna have to show her.”
She shrugs. “Guess so.” She plucks her phone from the coffee table and begins scrolling. “Ah! Here it is.” She turns her phone to face you. Displayed is a picture from the Chappell show, the four of you posing in front of the stage with big, excited smiles on your faces. Well, you, Steve, and Robin are smiling. Eddie isn’t even looking at the camera, but at you. His arm is wrapped tightly around your shoulder, and he’s smiling, eyes focused on the side of your face. Robin hadn’t posted this picture, and you can now understand why. The best way to describe the look on Eddie’s face is lovesick. You feel a lurch in your throat, still examining the photo, the way you hadn’t even noticed him.
“What am I supposed to take from this?” You try to play it off, despite the impossibility of denying what you’re looking at. “This doesn’t change anything.”
“Please, Bee. Don’t tell me you can’t feel it. You know there’s something there.” Robin is practically pleading with you. “I know he has a lot of making it up to you to do, but, what if you gave him the chance? I’m not saying you have to fall in love with him or anything,”
“Though, that would be kind of awesome!” Steve interjects.
“But, I dunno, maybe you guys could be friends again. Maybe things could start healing themselves.”
“Would it get you two off my back?” You half joke, feeling your palms sweating under the pressure. They nod eagerly. “Okay, fine. I’ll try my best to give him a chance. That doesn’t mean I believe a word of what you’re telling me, though.”
Robin and Steve high five over your head. “We’ll take it!” Robin exclaims, jumping from her seat. “And, if he ends up being a total douche bag, you have all the right to say you told us so.” She holds out her pinky to you, and you grab it with your own, sealing the deal.
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Rolling for Love
Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: He always watched you from afar, never brave enough to talk to you.
You were hustling through the hallway, your books and notebooks tightly pressed against your chest, when it happened. The sound of items hitting the floor echoed down the empty corridor.
Your dice scattered in every direction.
You froze, feeling a rush of embarrassment.
Of all the days, this had to be the one.
Your heart raced as you rushed to pick up everything.
A familiar pair of boots comes into view, followed by Eddie Munson’s face peering down at you. His eyes are wide, almost amused, as he bends down to help you pick up the scattered items. You mumble an apology, feeling even more flustered, and then catch a glimpse of something unexpected.
"Looks like someone’s having an eventful afternoon," he said, kneeling down to help you gather everything.
You let out a nervous laugh, heat rising to your cheeks.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Didn’t mean to make a scene."
"No big deal," he replied casually, handing a dice back to you. "You into this kind of game, then?"
You hesitate, feeling your heart skip a beat. His curiosity makes your palms sweat a little, but how he looks at you makes it easier to talk about it.
"I’ve been into it for a while. I usually play as a rogue. Like sneaking around and outsmarting people. Do you play?"
He grinned, obviously pleased by the topic of conversation.
"I’m the one who sets it all up—Dungeon Master. Someone’s gotta keep things interesting. It’s a lot of work, but I love it." of course he was. It fit him so well. "You know," he starts slowly, his eyes searching yours as if looking for something. "I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now."
You blink, caught off guard. "Really? I... didn’t know that."
He shrugs, a bit of colour rising to his cheeks.
"Yeah. I guess I’ve always been a little nervous about it. You seem so... well, cool. Out of my league, maybe."
You raised an eyebrow, trying not to let the compliment catch you off guard.
"Out of your league? That’s kind of ridiculous."
He seemed to relax a bit, and a hint of a grin returned to his face.
"Maybe. But you’re smart, you’re funny, and you seem into the same things I am. I just didn’t think it’d ever happen."
You bit your lip, trying to find the right words.
"Well, you know, I’ve actually been kind of into you too."
"Wait, really?" he blinked, looking genuinely surprised.
"Yeah," you said, feeling a bit nervous. "I’ve liked you for a while, actually. I just never said anything."
He took a step closer, his expression softening, a smile on his lips.
"That’s... kind of a surprise."
You let out a small laugh, feeling the tension slowly leave the air between you.
For a moment, you both just stood there, the hallway seeming almost empty except for the two of you. He finally spoke up, his voice low and thoughtful.
"So, what now?" he asked rather nervously.
"We could grab a coffee sometime, maybe talk more about D&D... or, you know, just hang out." you shrugged your shoulders.
"That sounds perfect." he liked the idea.
As you started walking down the hallway, talking about your favourite campaigns and possible new storylines, it felt like the world turned in a new direction.
And maybe, just maybe, you and Eddie were finally going in the right direction, together.
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