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🏕 Camp Lovers Lake - Chapter Eight 🏕

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader summer camp story. Set just before the beginning of season 3 of Stranger Things, with a few diversions from the original plot of the series.

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Pairing and tropes • Eddie Munson x Henderson Female Reader - fluff, forced proximity, slightly slow burn, summer camp clichés ♥︎

Summary • June, 1985. Close to the city of Hawkins, Indiana, the placid waters of Lovers Lake stand as the perfect background for the homonymous summer camp, where you’re about to be a counselor for the last time before senior year and then, hopefully, college. Your brother Dustin Henderson won’t be with you this year, as he’s chosen to attend Camp Know Where until July - but with your best friend Robin Buckley at your side and the unexpected addition of Steve Harrington to your duo, the upcoming months seem to promise endless fun and exciting adventures nonetheless. However, as you get closer to Eddie Munson, resident metalhead and drug dealer who’s been forced by his uncle to work at Camp Lovers Lake after another missed graduation, your plans for the summer might have to go in an unexpected direction.

Chapter warnings • Swearing, attempted SA, (underage) drinking.

Chapter notes • I just wanted to say a big thank you to all of you who read, share, like, and comment this story: it wouldn't really happen without you and all your kind words lately have really given me the right motivation to keep going with this fic! I'm sorry if the updates are slow, and I hope you'll like this chapter as much as I loved writing it. Thank you for sticking around 🤍 I see you, and I'm grateful!

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Finally, sleep.

It’s incredible how wearing warm clothes after spending time in the cold can work wonders for sleepless people - especially if mixed with an unexpected dose of adrenaline and excitement that is suddenly wearing down.

Too caught up in your own (for once, positive) thoughts about the almost-kiss with Eddie and his invite to see him and his band at the Hideout this weekend, you don’t really register getting back to the cabin, changing into your spare dry pajama and sneaking into bed, among sheets that unexpectedly feel as soft as a cloud and as comfortable as a hug.

That’s Eddie’s power, you guess, as you finally drift off into a calm, shapeless dream: being able to make you unwind, forget the bad things, and look forward to something good. It’s the way his hands feel so right when they wander on your skin, the inner beauty you were able to catch beyond his starry gaze; how he held you close, to protect you without imposing himself. Always the unexpected, snarky gentleman, always with a laugh to share and ironic jokes that mean everything but resignation.

You can’t wait to see him again, tomorrow - which is probably today already, you realize with sleepy glee as you roll around in your bed, the sheets up to your neck like a cozy cocoon. You also realize that you'll have to ask Steve and Robin about sneaking out, but you’re so happy and free of worries that you’re sure they’ll say yes. The hoot of an owl seems to confirm that thought. Then, it’s all dark, and you’re fast asleep.

— 🏕 —

Knock knock.

You turn around, pushing your face against the warm pillow and grunting lightly. You pretend you didn't hear the sound - you really want to ignore it, the comfortable safety of sleep still within your reach, the empty, calming dream still at the tip of your fingers…

Knock knock.

It’s louder this time, but you’re more determined than that. The bedsheets instantly rush to cover your head, their white cotton held tightly in place by your hands as you try once again to drift off. But now the light has reached you behind your eyelids, and it’s annoyingly luminous. So very hard to ignore.

“Hellooooo, anyone home?” The creak of the wooden door and then Robin’s voice fills the room. You’re doomed once and for all, and if it wasn’t for your friendship she would be, too.

“Jesus” you groan, staying under the covers with your eyes shut. “I was sleeping, Robin. What time is it?”

Robin takes a few steps closer to your bed, and you can smell something tempting and delicious: maple syrup?

“Good morning, sleepyhead” she says, lifting up the corner of the bedsheet and peeking underneath. “You really shouldn’t be this mad, because it’s almost midday. I covered for you, saying something about 'that time of the month' and God, it’s embarrassing how that works every single time, like clockwork. And, I brought you pancakes. So stop being a grumpy kid, get out of there and tell me what you and Munson were up to last night - and pleeeease let it be all kinds of naughty things”.

You blush violently, and wonder if you should try to hide your embarrassment by rolling to the other side of the bed and pretending you’re still half asleep; however, you quickly decide that sooner or later you’d really want to tell Robin everything about last night. So, no time like the present - especially since your friend has already acknowledged the redness spreading on your face with a cheeky smirk.

“Before I explain” you say, climbing down the bed and heading towards the full plate Robin has left on the small desk, “how did you know?”

Robin knowingly scoffs. “You should thank your friend Steve” she says, “he’s way more observant than I thought, even if I bet it’s mostly unintentional. He kept rambling about how his clothes were soaking wet this morning because Eddie put his own dripping pajama on top of them and Eddie blushed - I mean, can you believe it? Hardcore, rebel, trademark metalhead Eddie Munson actually blushed - groaning something like ‘come on man, I said I’m sorry, can you leave it?’ and at that point I put two and two together just like that” she concludes, snapping her fingers in your face with a proud smile. “Because, of course, this morning my foot was welcomed by a pool of lake water right as I got up, since you left your own equally wet pajama on the floor”.

You give her an apologetic smile, your mouth full of food. “Sorry, Robs” you mumble, “I didn’t want to wake you up”.

Robin smiles, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “Please, at least tell me it was worth it”.

“Well”, you carefully reply after gulping down a piece of pancake, “I think we almost kissed”.

Robin’s eyes grow wider and wider, her eyebrows shooting up and her mouth opening into a flabbergasted “O”.

“WHAT?” She exclaims, grabbing your arm and shaking you excitedly, her contagious smile making you giggle. “What do you mean you think? And what the hell is an almost kiss? Oh my god, I knew I was right, I knew it!”

You tell her all the details from last night’s occurrences, from the mysterious creature lurking on the banks of Lovers Lake to the trip on the canoe, your heartfelt speeches and the closeness between the two of you, and then the unexpected bath in the cold waters of the lake. As you tell her everything, you find yourself re-examining all the little gestures and moments you shared with Eddie, trying once again to understand if that kiss was actually going to happen. And even if a part of you almost doesn’t want to believe it, as it would be definitely too good to be true, by the time your story has reached the goodnight greetings outside Eddie’s cabin, you realize that yes - that kiss was 99% going to actually happen. And that realization takes your breath away - in the best possible meaning, of course.

“Okay” Robin says, watching you finish your breakfast with a big smile, “so what now? I mean, we need to find a way to make you guys get to the bottom of it”.

As you move away from the desk and start getting dressed for the day, or whatever’s left of it, you smile at her use of “we”. And you remember the second most important detail from last night.

“There’s a concert this weekend” you say, throwing your white and green camp t-shirt on, “Eddie and his band are playing. It’ll be at the Hideout, which apparently is not far from here, at 10 pm. Eddie invited me… us, really. You and Steve, too. Oh, and we’ll need to take Steve’s car because the others are going with their friend Grant, who’s their bassist, and it’s going to be so cool and maybe, I don’t know, me and Eddie could…”

“Y/N” Robin interrupts you, “are you telling me that you want us to sneak out of camp, go to a biker bar and listen to a metal concert?”

You stop in your tracks, your poor rambling diversion completely ignored by Robin - as you should have expected, since that’s usually her own tactic. So, in order to convince her, you opt for your best attempt at puppy eyes.

“Please, Robin, it would mean so so so much to me, pleaseee“ you try, going as far as to clasp your hands together in prayer.

“Begging, really? Are we at this point already?” Robin wonders with a shake of her head, but the smile on her face is everything but mocking. “But, I guess, if it makes you happy, I’ll do this illegal and frankly crazy thing for you. But just this once” she finally concedes, earning a hug and an excited grin.

“God, if he does anything to wipe that smile off of your face, I’ll break his neck” Robin mutters as you link your arm to hers and make your way outside.

— 🏕 —

“But why do we need to use my car?”

Somehow, in all your grand plans to make Corroded Coffin’s concert the highlight of the summer, both you and Robin kind of took Steve's agreement for granted. However, after telling him the plan while accurately avoiding any reference to the romantic side of the endeavor, his blank reply makes you realize that maybe you shouldn’t have.

“Because you’re the only one of us who has a driving license” Robin bluntly replies, popping up from behind a tree with a handful of dry, fallen branches in her hands. You’re collecting wood to burn at the Great Bonfire, the official camp version of your very own clandestine experience.

“And, because you’re our dearest, favorite friend” you echo her, grabbing a few sticks from the ground and placing them in the basket hanging from your arm. “Come on, we really want you to come with us. It’ll be cool, and we’ll have fun”.

Steve looks at you with curiosity. “I’ve heard about the Hideout” he says, and the fact that he still hasn’t agreed is starting to make your stomach drop. “I mean, it’s surely a place, but I don’t know about the fun. Unless you like bars that are packed with old bikers with long beards and where they only play rock or metal music”.

“Come on, Harrington” Robin affectionately jokes, throwing one arm around his shoulders and squeezing, “let’s try something different for once. And don’t try to play the good boy card: you might have never sneaked out of camp before, but I know it's not the first time you’ve done something like this - and yes, this time it won’t be for a girl, but see it this way: you’ll do it for two girls. What do you think?”

Steve loudly groans, almost dropping his own basket in an attempt to shrug Robin off of him, but when he speaks again he says exactly what you’ve hoped for. “Alright, alright. But we’re coming back at midnight”.

You and Robin (not so) silently cheer behind his back.

“What day is it going to be?” Steve asks, going back to inspect the ground for more wood.

“Uhm” you hesitate, realizing that you actually don’t know. “I’ll have to ask Eddie. He didn’t really specify it”.

Steve pops one eyebrow up at you, but as he’s about to say something Robin shoves him with a wide grin. “Lovely” she says, making her way back to the cabins and dragging you both with her, “let’s ask him tonight then”.

And tonight it is, indeed - as you’ll all be together at the Great Bonfire.

As soon as the sun lowers on the farther edge of the lake, its rays glittering red and warm on the flat surface of the water, campers and counselors alike start grouping up around the huge pile of wood and branches you’ve collected during the day. The Great Bonfire is one of the most beloved traditions at Camp Lovers Lake, turning dinner time into an unofficial roasting contest that ranges from classic sausages and marshmallows to melted cheese and burnt corn.

Once you get there with Robin, the fire has just been started and Eddie, Steve, Gareth and Jeff are already sitting beside it, right in the middle of the crowd of chattering teenagers and excited little kids.

“Good evening ladies” Jeff greets you, scooting along the tree trunk he’s sitting on to make some space for you to join them, “we saved you a seat and some food. You won’t believe how feral these little ones are - we’ve almost run out of corn already”.

Both you and Robin sit down and thank him as you grab the handful of sticks he’s offering you, with all sorts of vegetables and sausages stuck on them. Right behind you, on the outer sitting circle around the fire, you can hear Eddie, Steve and Gareth arguing about something that sounds like the best meat-to-cheese ratio on skewers.

“Hey, Eddie” you call out as you turn around, careful not to be too loud.

Immediately stopping his argument in support of Gareth’s “infallible 2/3 solution”, Eddie turns to you with a big smile that reaches deep into his dark, beautiful eyes.

“Hello, princess” he says, placing his elbows on his knees as he leans forward and closer to you, his ringed hands dangling between his legs. “How are you? I haven’t seen you all day”.

You blush, and this time you’re not so ready to blame it on the heat of the fire - even though it’s due to something that highly resembles it.

“That’s because I turned into a lumberjack today. See all that?” you joke, nodding towards the roaring flames, “we went out into the woods to make this beauty happen”.

Eddie nods, amazed. “I see” he says, the fire glittering in the dark of his eyes, “that’s hot. Like, literally”.

You look at him stunned for a second, before bursting out into a laugh that he joins immediately, making the others turn their heads with a curios frown - and a satisfied, knowing smirk from Robin.

“So, what day is the concert this weekend?” You ask Eddie as you try to take a breath between one fit of giggling and the other.

“Oh, Jesus Christ” Eddie sighs, drying one tear with the heel of his hand, “I didn’t say it, did I? It’s Saturday”

Your heart starts beating a little faster with anticipation. “So in two days. Cool, thanks” you say, turning back around towards the fire to stick your dinner among the flames.

A small movement of the air behind you and the sudden increase in your body temperature, completely unrelated to the heat of the bonfire, let you know that Eddie’s leaning forward, closing the space between the two of you.

“I can’t wait” he whispers in your ear, his breath (or his hair?) tickling the back of your neck.

— 🏕 —

Friday somehow goes by, your impatience for the weekend to come and the tedious tasks of kitchen duty making it an endless day of prepping and serving meals and scrubbing pans until they’re squeaky clean under the hawk-like gaze of Mrs. Janet. By the end of dinner, your hands are swollen and dry, but you really don’t care - because, once you wake up the next morning just as the sun rises above the farthest shore of Lovers Lake, Saturday is finally here.

You don’t see Eddie for the whole morning, and for the whole day really. You only manage to catch a glimpse of him at lunch, as he comes with Gareth and Jeff to the Headquarters to grab a sandwich and a coke, say hi and disappear back into his cabin with the other two at his heels.

“They don’t have their guitars and stuff here, so they couldn’t practice for tonight” Steve explains to you and Robin as you go back to your meal, trying to hide a tiny little pang of disappointment at not being able to spend some time with Eddie before the concert. “So, he’s stressing them out by going over and over the tracklist and examining each song into detail that it’s way heavier than the metal music they’re going to play. Oh, and of course I’m banned from my own cabin for the rest of the day. Go figure if that’s fair” Steve complains, shaking his head as he pokes at his food.

“You can stay at ours if you want” Robin says, kicking him lightly under the wooden table with the tip of her shoe, “enjoy some girl time, paint your nails for the show, maybe. I bet you’d love that”.

Steve grunts, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “Thanks, Buckley” he annoyedly replies, “but I really don’t think that’ll be necessary. He’ll have to let me in after dinner, if he wants me to get changed, get my keys and drive your lot to the Hideout. I mean, it’s my cabin, too”.

Robin lifts her palms up in surrender. “As you wish. Good luck with that”.

As always, of course, Robin was right. Not even the luckiest planet alignment in the universe could have helped Steve in his mighty task: Corroded Coffin’s dedication to their music and to the upcoming show is way stronger than Steve’s right to get back in his cabin, as it clearly turns out once he comes knocking at your door straight after lights out.

“Hello, big boy” Robin welcomes him, moving away from the entrance as she holds the door open to let him in. “Ready for your makeover?”

Steve doesn’t even reply, his mood darker than the night sky outside. He steps in silently, greeting you with an acknowledging nod and puffing with exasperation as he sits down on the desk’s chair, a bundle of clothes in his lap.

“So they gave you your stuff, then” you observe before going back to impatiently rummaging into your travel bag, desperately looking for something that doesn’t scream off-duty camp counselor.

“They threw them at me” Steve specifies with a piqued tone, “from the window. I think it was Gareth, but they closed it so fast I couldn’t even see. At least they remembered the keys”.

“Come on, dingus, relax” Robin states, offering him a beer can still dewy with condensation. “Drink this. We stole a few from the stash”.

“Robin, he has to drive” you observe, causing Robin’s eyes to widen and snatch the can away from Steve’s grasp just as he’s reaching out for it.

“Seriously?” Steve protests, dropping his hands in his lap on top of the clothes.

Robin lifts her eyebrows, handing the can to you instead. “I’m sorry, Steve, but I’m not risking my life in a car accident, dying in the middle of the night in these creepy woods with wild beasts ready to feast on our corpses just because you decided to drink and drive”.

“But you just offered it to me!” Steve hisses.

“Yeah, well, on second thought I think she needs it more than us” Robin replies, making Steve’s head turn towards you as she does the same.

“Yeah” he says, suddenly calmer and more collected, “I think you might be right”.

You haven’t even realized it, but you’ve scattered all of your clothes on Robin’s bed, which now looks like the aftermath of an explosion. Your foot is nervously tapping on the cabin’s floor, and you’re gnawing at your nails while sipping beer and staring with wide eyes at the mess of t-shirts and jeans, without a clue of what you’ll wear. Sure, from the outside you might actually look a little crazy.

With a sigh, Robin comes to you and moves a few items of clothing away until she finds what she’s looking for. As you look at her with hope and surrender, she picks up a denim miniskirt and an oversized white shirt and throws them at you. You grab them with your free hand, holding on for dear life to the beer can in the other.

“With the black boots” she says, then she moves to her own suitcase and after a few seconds of poking around she takes out a slightly big black leather blazer and hands it over to you. “Add this and you’ll be okay. And take care of it, it’s my favorite”.

You look at her in surprise and, somehow, the outfit starts to make sense in your head. Then, Robin grabs a pair of dark green shorts for herself and pairs them with a cream-colored button-down with black leaves printed on it.

“Come on, Harrington” she exclaims, clapping her hands at him and receiving a confused look in return. “Ugh, turn around, close your eyes, do something for god’s sake”.

Steve groans as he gets up and turns towards the door, leaning his forehead against it as he closes his eyes, probably regretting his decision to agree to this mayhem while you and Robin get changed.

“Are you done?” He asks after a few seconds, and once you give him the go-ahead he turns back around again. His eyes widen as he looks at you both.

“Oh” he says, “you look good without the camp t-shirt. I mean, with something else than that”.

“Perv” Robin scoffs, rolling her eyes, but her smirk reveals that she actually appreciates the comment. As you do, really, even if it’s someone else’s opinion you’re really caring about tonight.

Steve makes you both exit the cabin as it’s his turn to get changed. While you wait in the dark, Robin pokes at you with her elbow.

“He’s going to faint when he sees you” she states, making you blush a little. “You look hot, y/n. And it’s all because of my jacket”.

You smile at her. You don’t know if she’s right, but for now it’s all you need to hear. “Thanks, Robin. I don’t know what I’d do without you”.

“You probably wouldn’t get laid” she says, and you both giggle in the night.

In the distance, you hear the rumble of an engine and as you turn around towards the camp’s entrance you notice two tiny luminous dots among the trees. They stop for a minute or two, then you hear a door shutting closed and then the dots disappear.

“That must’ve been their ride” Robin observes. You look at your watch and realize that it’s half past nine.

“Come on Steve, hurry up” you whisper while knocking softly on the cabin door. You’d yell at him, if only you didn’t have to avoid getting caught.

Thankfully, the door opens almost immediately, letting out a panting Steve - who looks exactly the same except for a blue polo.

“What?” He asks you and Robin, who are throwing confused and annoyed looks at him just as you start hurrying towards the parking lot.

“What the hell took you so long?” You ask, scanning the area to look for his car. “You’re basically wearing the same clothes”.

Steve stops in his tracks, looking at you with an offended glare. “I had to fix my hair” he replies, patting the pockets of his jeans. “And now that you’ve rushed me out, I can’t find my keys”.

“Maybe you’ve left them in the cabin” Robin groans, “go check”.

Steve rushes back, muttering something under his breath. Five minutes pass, and he still hasn’t come back. You look at your watch: it’s 9:45 pm.

“You know, it won’t be that bad if we get a little late” Robin tentatively tells you, easily guessing your thoughts. “Guys love to be kept waiting. Or so I’ve heard”.

You sigh, getting closer to Steve’s car and checking yourself in the dark reflection of its windows. Of course, your make-up had to come out decently on the day you’re going to miss Eddie’s concert.

“Got them” Steve whispers loudly as he finally appears back from the woods, his car keys jingling in his hands. “They were under the bed. Let’s go”.

Your heart beats faster as you get in the passenger’s seat, while Steve starts the engine and Robin almost literally throws herself on the backseat. Steve keeps the headlights off and drives as slow as possible until he’s out of the parking lot; then, once you finally hit the road and the Camp Lovers Lake sign gets smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, Robin leans forward between the two of you in the front to turn the radio on and the volume up to a Scorpions song. Adrenaline and excitement, as well as the realization of what you’re doing, finally hit you all and make you sing along to “Rock You Like A Hurricane” at the top of your lungs.

— 🏕 —

As fast as Steves dares to drive, however, you finally reach the Hideout at 10:20 pm.

Turns out that looking for a place you’ve never been to in the dark of the night isn’t that easy, even if it should be right at the side of the road. Thankfully, after a few wrong turns and a lot of bickering, Steve’s BMW slows down into the large parking lot of a battered pub, whose neon sign confirms indeed that, finally, it’s the Hideout you’ve been looking for.

Steve manages to park the car between a truck and two motorcycles, not without some difficulty as the place is packed with all kinds of vehicles and people walking around, making it way different from the “crowd of five drunks” Eddie told you about.

The bar itself seems quite spacious - sure, it’s not huge, but judging from the number of bikers and customers going in and out, it looks like it could hold quite a decent crowd.

You make your way past some bearded men with distressed denim vests and giant beers in their hands, and for a moment you feel like a fool. They must be wondering what three late teens who are clearly underage are doing in a place like this, one wearing a polo and the others looking like lost sheep; they’re probably mocking you, and maybe they’ll try to pick a fight or something, and you’re not really sure that Steve would be able to face them all… but as you brush past them, they don’t even seem to notice you. Well, one of them actually does, at some point, but his reaction is nothing but a small smile and a silent cheer as he lifts his beer at you.

It feels surreal to you, but you smile back - and then, Steve pushes the door open and suddenly it’s all loud music, and smoke, and lights. And people, lots of people.

“I thought he said it was small” Robin yells in your ear, trying to overcome her shock and the loud rock’n’roll jamming that’s happening on a small stage at your left, far back into the room.

A waitress that looks 40 but with the body and the outfit of a teenager walks fast beside you, pushing a few bikers away as the six drinks on her tray dangerously shake and tilt, but never fall.

“I thought so, too” you yell back, looking around and trying to make sense of your surroundings - and hopefully, find Eddie and the rest of your friends.

To your right, a long wooden counter separates three busy bartenders from a crowd of people standing against it - both men and women, mostly wearing denim, leather and boots while laughing and chatting loudly. Not far from them, towards the center of the room, there are many small, round tables scattered all over, with customers drinking and smoking and occasionally eating large hamburgers and platters of brownish fries. Some of them are nibbling handfuls of peanuts, whose shells are littering the floor and being reduced to dust as boots crash and walk on them.

Just beyond that set of tables, there’s another group of people standing - but these ones are dancing to the music, half-empty glasses spilling all kinds of drinks as they move and shake their heads to the fast rhythm of some rock song, which you don’t know.

Thankfully, in spite of your lateness, as soon as your eyes land back on the stage to identify the source of the music, you notice that the band playing is definitely not Corroded Coffin. You start wondering how long a set lasts, thinking that maybe you’ve completely missed Eddie’s performance, but your attention is grabbed by a tap on your shoulder before you can give yourself an answer.

“Look” Steve mouths, pointing to a poster stuck on a wall beside the entrance and displaying some colorful words on a black and white picture of a man playing the guitar. On top of the poster, you read the words Live Music Night and below the guitarist there’s a timetable with a list of bands and what seems to be the time they’re going to play; someone, however, must have corrected the setlist, as a double-headed arrow pointing both at the 10 pm and 11 pm slots seems to suggest that Corroded Coffin and The Red Strings have switched places.

You take a deep breath in relief, knowing you still have some time before Eddie’s going to play.

“Let’s go find them” you shout at Steve and Robin, but she’s already done that.

“They’re right there” she exclaims, nodding towards a table at the opposite side of the room. You follow her gaze and your heart skips a beat as soon as you catch a glimpse of him.

If you thought that seeing Eddie at the secret bonfire meant seeing him at his best and in his element, you now realize that you were completely wrong. The way his slightly crooked smile is shining, putting his dimples on full display, and the way his eyes are glittering even this far away from you, right as he sips his beer and laughs at something Jeff has said, literally takes your breath away. And it’s not just how completely comfortable and confident he seems in this place - he looks incredibly hot, as well. His wild hair and messy fringe are partly covered by a black bandana with skulls printed on it, tied on top of his head and making his curls stick out a little more than usual; he’s wearing his usual black leather jacket, but instead of the denim vest you’ve already seen on him he’s styled it with a black and red checkered shirt left open underneath it. Under that, you spot a black t-shirt with a white, spiky font spelling out “Corroded Coffin”. And, to top it all off, a beautiful dark red electric guitar is hanging across his back, making him look like the star he is.

You see Eddie put down his glass as he nods absentmindedly at the conversation Jeff, Gareth and another guy you’ve never seen before are having; then, he scans the room with his eyebrows slightly furrowed - and his eyes finally land on yours.

His whole face lights up and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen blooms on his lips as he lifts an arm and starts waving a hand to make you see him. You smile back and you could swear you’re floating on cloud nine as you make your way towards his table, gently pushing people away as you move through the crowd, Robin and Steve right behind you.

Eddie’s eyes never leave yours, but as you’re about to make it past a particularly tight-knit group of customers the energy in the room suddenly shifts. All it takes for your heart to break is a few seconds: the perfect slot of time for a young, blonde woman to reach them before you do, drop a couple of beers on the table, sit down right on Eddie’s lap and place a kiss on his blushing cheek as she swings an arm around his shoulders.

The smile freezes on your lips and you almost stop in your tracks, but as Robin unexpectedly trips behind you she pushes you forward, making you cover whatever space is left between you and your friends with a few tumbling steps.

“Hey, guys!” Jeff exclaims, standing up from his seat to welcome you. “You’ve made it! See, Eddie? I told you so”.

Eddie looks up at you, tempting another smile as he says an unusually shy “Hi”. You manage to smile back and utter a “Hi” yourself, your mind going on autopilot as you’re trying to process what’s going on.

“Oh, so these are your friends” the girl says with a grin before tightening her grip on Eddie’s shoulders and shaking him a little bit. “Thank god you guys switched place with The Red Strings, uh? Hi, I’m Barbara”.

You don’t know if the weird note in her voice is irony, but you’re too caught up in realizing how beautiful she looks to understand it. You’re still staring at her incredibly tight and low-cut leather dress and fishnet tights when Robin addresses her, trying to make your silence less awkward.

“I’m Robin, that’s Steve and she’s y/n” she says, holding out her hand and shaking Barbara’s. “Eddie’s surely mentioned her- I mean, us?”

“Oh, well” Barbara says, looking down at Eddie and then back at you. “Actually no, not really, but it’s nice to meet you! Are you ready for the show?”

For the next fifteen minutes, you completely ignore Eddie, even if he tries to speak to you across the table. You pretend you don’t hear his vague questions and his attempts at starting a conversation, and instead you focus on Grant, the fourth member of the band that you’re meeting for the first time, and on drinking shot after shot - leaving Robin to deal with an increasingly confused and worried Eddie.

After a while, the band on stage stops playing and a wave of applause and loud cheers accompanies them as they climb down the wooden platform, their songs now replaced by a rock playlist echoing from some speakers on the ceiling. The short break before the next live performance doesn’t stop people from dancing and singing, though.

After you gulp down another glass of whatever’s liquor the waitress is bringing to the table (“bottomless drinks are one of the few perks of unpaid shows” Grant jokes), you feel Robin’s hand squeeze your arm.

“Hey” she says, looking at you with a worried smile, “Come dance with me?”

“Sure” you nod, not really understanding why she’s suddenly so eager to hit the dance floor. Steve looks up at you, not interrupting his conversation with Jeff and Gareth, and keeps staring as you both stand up and head towards the group of people moving to the first notes of another rock song - one that you’ve heard before, but whose title you can’t really recall.

“Y/n” Robin asks you once you’re hidden among the crowd, “are you okay?”

You scoff, and you remember that it’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leppard. You like the song, and you start moving to its rhythm.

“I mean, maybe she’s just a friend” Robin tries, following your movements as best as she can and unexpectedly making you smile. A smile that soon turns sour as you see Steve talking to her back at the table, and wondering why he’s making friends with the enemy.

“Yeah” you say, “because I sit on your lap and smooch you all the time, right? Is that what friends do?”

Robin shrugs. “I don’t see why he would have asked you to come, then. If he knew she’d be here”.

“Maybe he didn’t” you reply, barely noticing a particularly drunk guy almost crashing into you. “Or maybe he knew, and since he doesn’t really feel what we thought he felt, it wasn’t a problem. After all, who am I to him? He didn’t even tell her we were coming”.

Robin grabs you by your shoulders, keeping you still in place. “Listen, we might not know who she is, but I know for sure that he likes you. Don’t even try to argue with me about that. I also know that right now you’re upset and all, but we came here to have fun: so why don’t we try to actually have some and maybe find out more about her later? We might even ask her, to clear things up once and for all. But let’s dance a bit first, yeah? To take the edge off”.

You don’t know if that makes total sense to you, but for now you agree. You’ll trust Robin to make any decision tonight. You’ll just follow her lead. And it actually feels nice, dancing in the crowd to the guitar riffs of the song, swaying your hips and lifting your arms up as you sing along, the alcohol in your system making everything seem ethereal and not really that big of a problem. Even the table at the edge of the room feels miles away - unlike Eddie’s eyes, though, which are glued on you, making you almost feel his gaze as you move and dance under the neon lights of the Hideout.

You twirl, but the music changes and the crowd moves, and in the blink of an eye you lose sight of Robin. As you turn around to look for her, you end up against something - someone, actually, and as you look up you realize that it’s the drunk guy that almost crashed into you earlier.

“Hey” he exclaims, sneaking a hand around your waist and pulling you closer to him, “What’s a beautiful young lady like you doing here at this hour?”

You try to push him away, looking around for Robin, but he’s strong, and you can smell the alcohol on him as he moves his face closer to yours.

“Come on, don’t be so uptight” he whispers in your ear, and with a cold shiver of dread you realize that while he’s keeping you against him with one hand, the other is slithering down your back and towards the edge of your skirt.

It never reaches it, however, because someone grabs the guy from the collar of his shirt and yanks him away from you.

“Don’t fucking touch her, man” Eddie almost growls, positioning himself between you and the guy, his arm protectively and gently moving you behind him.

“Woah, calm down” the guy replies, staggering. “We were just having some fun. Right, gorgeous?”

You instinctively grab Eddie’s arm, holding on to it as he tenses up.

“I don’t think so” Eddie says, slowly, “Now go and don’t ever come close to her again, you understand?”

“Or what?” The guy says, frowning as he crackles his knuckles, making you shiver.

You see Eddie’s fists tighten, but before things escalate Steve and the others appear almost out of thin air.

“Come on, dude” Steve says, taking a step closer to the guy, followed by the others. “Go have another drink and sleep it off, yeah? It’s not worth it, there’s five of us”.

The guy stares at him and then he starts walking backward. “Keep your fucking girlfriend on a leash next time” he says, spitting at Eddie’s feet before disappearing into the crowd.

Eddie doesn’t give him a second glance, as he’s too busy turning towards you and grabbing your face with his hands.

“You okay, y/n? Did that asshole hurt you?” He asks, his dark brown eyes scanning your face with worry, and for a second you forget all about Barbara.

“I’m fine” you reply, “really”.

Eddie sighs in relief. “Good. That’s good” he says, the tips of his fingers absentmindedly grazing your cheek.

“You saved the day, Prince Charming” Barbara exclaims, bringing you back down to reality. Hard. “Now hurry and go get ready backstage, before they cancel your gig. Hush hush”.

Eddie gives you one last smile before dropping his hands away from you, adjusting the strap of his guitar and walking away with Jeff, Gareth and Grant right behind him.

“Let’s go sit, shall we?” Barbara says, grabbing you under your arm and leading you away from the crowd. You look at Robin, and she shrugs as you all get back to the table.

There isn’t any music now, only the loud chatter of the bikers and bar customers occasionally interrupted by high-pitched feedback sounds as a few staff members are fixing the microphones and adjusting the speakers on stage.

“So, is this the first time you’re seeing them live?” Barbara asks you as she takes a sip of her beer.

“Yeah, it is” you tentatively reply, drumming your fingers on the table.

Barbara smirks. “Oh, you’ll love them. I’m always here when they play, and their shows are always amazing - especially the backstage celebrations, if you know what I mean” she says, winking. “And Eddie… he’s special, that one. If you’ll ever get to know him like I do, you’ll see that music is not his only talent. The boy surely has many, I promise you that”. She concludes with a sigh and a giggle.

If you weren’t sure what to make of her until now, now you do. You know girls code too well not to get what she means, and by the stunned look on Robin’s face you know she gets it, too.

A presenter walks on stage, but you can’t see him that well, since tears blur your sight and threaten to fall down your cheeks. He talks into the microphone, speaking a few words to introduce the next band, a small metal group from Hawkins that’s played at the Hideout before, and whose name makes cheers erupt from the crowd.

“Steve” Robin suddenly says as Corroded Coffin walk on stage, “I don’t think I feel very well - must be something I ate at dinner”.

You all turn towards her to see her grimace and hold her stomach with both hands.

“Jesus, Robin, are you sure?” Steve asks, his eyebrows up in surprise.

Robin nods eagerly, her eyes on yours. You understand and giver her a small, almost unintelligible nod.

“Yeah, it hurts sooooo bad” she complains, closing her eyes and breathing deep.

Barbara rushes to grab her bag, opening it and poking around inside it. “Maybe I have a pill or something, would you…”

“Oh no” Robin shakes her head, interrupting her. “I think it’s better if we go… Steve, can you drive us back?”

Steve looks back and forth between you and Robin, uncertain. You hear a few tuning riffs coming from the stage, but you don’t look.

“Yeah, let’s take her back to camp” you quickly say, sniffing briefly.

“But the show…” Steve observes, softly staring at you.

You shrug, getting up just as Eddie introduces himself and the band to the crowd. “It’s fine, we’ll come to the next one. Can you tell them it was an emergency?” You ask Barbara, who’s worriedly looking at a suffering Robin.

“Yes, sure” she replies, “They’ll be so bummed. I mean, Eddie-“

“Cool, thank you so much” Robin says, jumping to her feet and grabbing you with one hand while holding her belly with the other. “It was nice meeting you. See you next time!”.

With a fairly confused Steve following you, you walk across the room to head outside and go back to the fresh air of the night, the door closing behind you just as the first few notes of Corroded Coffin’s opening song start playing.

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strangermarvelss · 7 months

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need eddie hurt/comfort recs because i’ve had such a bad day today like it isn’t even funny

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sataniquepanique · 2 years

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Epilogue: Valentine

Epilogue to Another Life

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Summary: 11 years after the events in the Upside Down, and Eddie struggles to rebuild his life.

Genre: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, AU, Fluff, tiny bit of angst.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, talk of trauma/trauma responses, mention of night terrors, mention of pregnancy/symptoms

Word Count: 2.7k

February 14th, 1997

You’ve always hated your birthday.

An annual reminder of your mortality is a ridiculous notion, but yours just so happens to fall on what is arguably the worst, most capitalist Hallmark holiday of them all: Valentines Day. Your husband however, loves it, using both as an excuse to spoil you; something that you had grown to tolerate over the years but nonetheless still hated the attention. This year (somehow), you had managed to get him to agree to a low-key pizza and movie night; a strict “no surprises” rule in place.

While he’s at work, you clean the apartment a little bit before running over to Melvalds to grab snacks for tonight. After tossing some blankets into the dryer, you throw on an old denim jacket hanging by the door and grab your keys.

Winter in Indiana can be brutal, but luckily this year hasn’t been too bad. It snowed a few days ago, but at this point it was almost completely melted, leaving just a few scattered slush patches around. The leather seat was freezing as you slid into your ’92 Mustang, a previous ‘birthday surprise’ that you had deemed utterly ridiculous and unnecessary, but simultaneously were completely obsessed with; your husband has his Warlock, and you have your car. The engine roars to life, blasting stale hot air as you exhale a puff of steam in the frigid interior.

The main drag of Hawkins isn’t far from your apartment, but you decide to take a detour and pass by the record store you co-owned. Hawkins is still rebuilding from the disaster of 1986, though after 11 years it was almost back to how it was. There’s still some shuttered businesses, abandoned homes, and damaged terrain, but somehow Hawkins had come back stronger. The record store was a good example, having been vacated by its previous owners, it was put up for sale during the big real estate boom in ’89, and you had snatched it up at a fraction of what it should be worth. Music was always ever-present in your life, same as your husbands (well, boyfriend at the time) so you became business partners, christening the new venture as Ace of Spades Records after his beloved Motorhead.

You creep the car through the parking lot, squinting through the front windows of the store to catch a glimpse of him. Gareth’s car was in the lot, so you know he was probably in the back showing him a new pair of drumsticks or a rare album he had found. Before you pass by completely, his fluffy hair comes into view behind the counter and you watch as he headbangs along with something he’s probably blasting at an insufferable volume. You smile to yourself as you drive past, turning onto Main Street.

All of the parking spots in front of Melvalds are full, groaning in annoyance as you’re forced to park a few blocks down by the diner. It wasn’t freezing, but you definitely don’t feel like walking outside more than you have to. As you get out of the car and lock the door, a disgusting, acrid smell overtakes you, causing your stomach to turn to the point of almost vomiting right there on Main Street. You grimace up at the diner. The old neon sign seems to mock you. Normally, this entire block smells like smokey burgers and greasy fries, so why was today suddenly different? Eager to get away from the smell, you briskly walk down towards the general store, yanking open the door to a soft bell jingling overhead. The young clerk at the front gives a courteous smile as you grab a basket and head for the candy aisle.

Reese’s Pieces are a must, practically demanded by your husband when you had suggested a movie night. Two boxes are quickly shoved into the basket first, followed by your favorite: Twizzlers. A packet of M&Ms catches your eye, a memory from years back forcing its way through the mental block you had tried so hard to put up.

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May 1986

Dustin sits at the end of the hospital bed, launching M&Ms into Eddie’s mouth to see how many he could catch. Rainbow candy litters the white bedsheets, the casualties of Dustin’s shitty aim. A red M&M is catapulted up towards Eddie’s waiting mouth, bouncing off his lip and hitting you in the forehead next to him.

“Dustin—“ you hiss, shooting him a look as you pick up the chocolate and chuck it at him. Eddie grins as he picks up a stray candy from the blanket and pops it into his mouth. The look on his face is something you never want to forget; gratitude mixed with admiration. He was back from the dead, surrounded by the people he loved most in the world. The handcuff attaching him to the side of the bed a reminder that he’s not out of the woods yet, the ever present threat of murder charges looms over your heads. The sound of an M&M pinging against the linoleum floor focuses your attention back to Dustin, he’s staring in alarm at the officers that had just entered the room.

“May I please speak with Mr. Henderson, Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Wheeler, and Miss L/n.”

Eddie was exonerated that day, arguably one of the best days of his life (and yours). He was in the hospital for a week after that, you never left his side. After speaking to his Uncle Wayne and explaining to him as best you could about Eddie’s injuries, the two of you decided that it would be best to have him stay with you during his recovery. The trailer had been demolished by the ‘earthquake’, so Wayne was living in temporary housing and didn’t want to keep shuffling Eddie around in his fragile state. Your mom was hysterical when you called her from the hospital. You had put off contact in the fear of getting her involved in this entire mess, but now with the police clearing Eddie’s name, you knew it was time to come clean. The cry she let out upon hearing your voice was deafening through the little speaker on the phone, and you tried your best to keep it together on your end. Once she calmed down you carefully explained as much as you could, eventually telling her about Eddie’s ‘accident’. She was so ecstatic to have you back, she “didn’t care if she had Ted Bundy coming to stay in her house” as long as you were home.

So Eddie moved in, temporarily at least. Taking up residence in your room so you could keep an eye on him and do all of the things the nurses at Marion Memorial had explained prior to his release. He needed a lot of help, and was still bedridden for a few weeks followed by intense physical therapy. When you weren’t with him, you were working, taking a position at the Hawkins Community Center’s new Resident Displacement Department. It wasn’t a dream job, but it allowed you a steady income and flexible schedule which is all you needed right now.

Once Eddie had recovered enough, he volunteered to help, subconsciously wanting to show Hawkins that he wasn’t the monster some still believed him to be.

A few months later, you floated an idea to him while cuddled up on the verge of sleep.

“Hey, Eds—“ you whisper, looking over at his relaxed face in the dark.

He grunts in response, eyes still closed.

“Do you wanna move in together?” You brush a hand over his chest, snaking up to his neck to rest against his pulse point, a comforting habit you had formed years ago and haven’t been able to shake.

“We already live together, baby—“ he mumbles, turning to face you.

You huff out a breath, feeling his heartbeat under your palm, “I know that, but I mean like…a place of our own? Somewhere where it’s just us.”

It’s difficult to see in the darkness, but the glint of his teeth lets you know he’s smiling.

“I’d love that, but we don’t have the money right now.”

“I’ve been saving,” a whispered confession falls from your lips. You had been saving little by little each paycheck, hoping to move and get out of your mother’s hair (not that she wasn’t happy you were there).

“I have enough for the first month’s rent of an apartment downtown. I put in an application last week and it got accepted.”

Eddie props himself up on an elbow, voice becoming serious, “Are you joking?”

You shake your head, suddenly feeling nervous about his response. What if this isn’t what he wanted? “Holy shit—babe! This is amazing!” He practically falls on top of you, attacking your face with a million kisses while you laugh and try to push him off.

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March, 1987

Eddie was cleared to work the week you moved into your new apartment in Downtown Hawkins. Desperate to be able to help provide for you and be an equal partner, he took the first job he could get: working at the plant with Uncle Wayne.

Eddie fucking hated it.

The hours were long and he was barely home; the toll of it causing the two of you to start arguing over the most minuscule things. You’d go to Family Video to escape, Steve had been promoted to manager and didn’t mind if you hung out there anytime you wanted. You cried about your fears to him and Robin; that Eddie was pushing you away and that moving in together was a mistake. They both agreed that he was just overwhelmed, and maybe he just needed a break. On the drive home, you passed the old record store off of Main Street, windows boarded up and a large “For Sale” sign plastered to the door. The gears in your brain started to turn.

The next day you called the number on the sign, meeting with the agent to talk pricing and logistics. It was a long shot, you understood that, not wanting to get your hopes up. The real estate agent explained that due to the stories about Hawkins, no one really wanted to move here, let alone open a business. The town was practically giving these locations away for free, desperate to boost the towns economy and breathe new life into Hawkins.

A million signatures and one drained savings account later, it was yours.

That night, Eddie slammed through the front door, exhausted and frustrated. Collapsing onto the couch, you sit opposite him, heart threatening to beat out of your chest. He looks at you with the saddest, burnt out eyes, and you can see how beaten down he is. He was a shell of his former self. He didn’t laugh anymore, never sang out loud or played guitar for you; just goes to work, comes home, and sleeps. The stress was making his trauma worse as well, and there were too many nights where his terrors would wake you up; his screams and whimpers devastating as you gently tried to shake him back to reality.

You needed to bring the boisterous boy you fell in love with back.

“Can I see your hand?” You reach out an open palm to him.

He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, “For what, sweetheart?”

You pull his hand onto your lap, “Just give me it—“

Dropping the little gold key into his hand, you let go and he stares at it with a straight face.

“I don’t need a new house key, mine is still working?” He furrows his brows in annoyance.

“It’s not a house key,” you try to contain your smile, “it’s the key to your new job.”

If you thought he was confused before, his new expression confirms it.

“I bought the old record store off Main, I figure we can reopen it and be our own bosses,” you watch as his face stays the same, eyes darting from the key in his palm, to you.

He didn’t have words; this must be some sort of dream.

He drops the key onto the coffee table and grabs your face in his calloused hands and kisses you for so long that you gasp when he pulls away.

Eddie Munson was back from the dead…again.

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Present Day

You place the M&Ms into the basket, for nostalgia purposes, and make your way up to the front of the store, cutting through the pharmacy aisles. As you turn down aisle 10, a row of boxes catches your eye, making you freeze in thought. The army of blue and white stares back at you, and something in your stomach churns.

There’s no way.

You think back to earlier outside of the diner, and the overwhelming nausea and aversion you felt at smell of the grease.

Something was clicking.

The recent exhaustion started to make sense, Eddie had started to make fun of you for being a vampire with how much you started sleeping during the day; the odd queasiness that had rolled through you at random points throughout the day the past few weeks, something you just chalked up to poor diet habits.

Before anyone can see, you toss one of the boxes into your basket, covering it with a bag of candy and rushing to the counter.

———

The plastic white stick rests on the counter by the bathroom sink as you sit on the toilet seat with you hand over you mouth.

Two minutes.

Two of the longest fucking minutes of your life.

You and Eddie weren’t careful…ever, but you weren’t necessarily trying. Kids weren’t on the radar right now, but it wasn’t off the table. He’d be a great dad, something you’d known for years. Watching him make faces at babies in the checkout line at the store, wrangling Dustin and the kids when they were younger, he’s a natural.

Two minutes come and go, and you take a deep breath before standing up and leaning over the sink.

Two pink lines stare back at you.

A choked sob escapes your throat, clamping a hand over your mouth as you hear the front door open.

“Babe!” Eddie calls into the hall, his voice excited and cheery.

You clear your throat, swallowing the lump of fear, “I’m in the bathroom! Be right out!”

Wiping at your eyes, you put the tiny pink cap onto the test and slip it into your back pocket.

———

You couldn’t focus on the movie. All you could think of was the thin plastic stick burning a hole in your jeans pocket. A ringed hand runs up your back, grounding you enough to look over and see Eddie’s big brown eyes staring at you in concern.

“You okay birthday girl?” He leans over and offers a Twizzler.

Taking it and staring at the shiny red candy, you look up at him and bite your lip, “Eddie, I have a surprise for you.”

He looks hurt, “What? I thought we said no surprises! I didn’t get you anything ‘cause I thought you’d yell at me—”

You put a finger against his mouth to stop him from rambling, standing up and removing the test from your back pocket; Eddie stares up at you in cautious anticipation.

“Give me your hand,” you whisper nervously, and he obeys silently, palm facing up as you place the white piece of plastic into his hand.

His brows furrow at he processes what he’s looking at. It hits him the second he sees the tiny pink lines, eyes going wider than you’ve ever seen them.

“Sweetheart—“ he whispers.

“Surprise…” you smile weakly, unsure of his reaction and suddenly feeling extremely self conscious. Your fight or flight response kicks in, and all you want to do is run.

Just like he had done the night you gave him the keys to the shop, he grabs your face and kisses you, only this time its gentle and solid.

“Holy shit…” he pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours as you grip his arms, “I’m gonna be a dad.”

You nod as you feel the tears start to fall, matching the ones in his eyes, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He smiles into another kiss, as you reach a hand up to place against his neck. His steady pulse beats back.

He’s here.

He’s safe.

He’s yours.

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harrywavycurly · 7 months

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You know what I thought would be fun? If y’all send me fic recs and I’ll read them and then post my thoughts about them? I haven’t read fic in a very long time so send me some stuff to read!💖

Things to know about what I like to read:

-I’ll read smut

-I love a vampire au (I’m a twilight girl at my core)

-I love fluffy fluff flufffff

-I don’t need a happy ending I do love to cry at some really good angst

-Enemies to lovers are my favorite (I loveeee good banter it’s just *chefs kiss*)

-I prefer one shots or blurbs because unfinished series give me anxiety that they’ll never be completed making me never know how it’s gonna end and that’s just trauma from my One Direction fanfiction days.

Send me stuff to read!💖

Me reading yalls recommendations:

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crownofdecitreadingrespectfully · 18 days

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Why do writers apologize for long fics? why aRE YOU SORRY FOR FEEDING US POOR, SORRY SOULS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK WE COULD EVER DREAM OF READING?? DO MICHELIN STAR CHEFS APOLOGIZE FOR COOKING THE MOST DIVINE FOOD EVER MADE??? DO THEY APOLOGIZE FOR NOURISHING OUR BODY AND SOULS????

#seriously if I could make out with all of you I would #jason todd x reader #steve harrington x reader #logan howlett x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #matt murdock x reader #eddie munson x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes x reader #fic recs

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wynnyfryd · 9 months

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“Trying to steal the spotlight, Harrington?”

“No, baby, I figured we could share it.”

from “Cut It Loose, Watch You Work The Room” by @wormdebut | art by @doomcheese

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MERRY CHRISTMAS WORMY 😘🎄😘🎄😘 @messessentialist and i know how much you love doom’s art so we commissioned her to draw the kiss scene for you sorry we drooled all over your present lmfao

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idk what happened I’m fully back on my steddie bullshit HAHA

#guyyyssss give me fic recs!!! pleeease #Eddie loves getting to invade Steve’s personal space #and now that they’re dating he gets to do it and know that Steve loves it!!#my art!#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fanart #tubesock86

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Part 2 of some art to @cuips-not-cute's fic Blinking Red Light. As a treat🙈

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Part Four

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Eddie Munson x reader slow burn

part summary: you seek the comfort of a friend after your breakup with Jake

word count: 1,212

warnings: ?? angst

a/n: I don't think this chapter really needs any warnings but let me know if you think I missed something. Sorry it's been a couple of days since the last part, I'm going to try and come up with a more regular posting schedule

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"Hiya, it's me." Your voice is barely a whisper, "yeah, something's happened. Can I come over?"

Steve's concern can be felt through the line, "yeah, yeah of course you can. Do you need me to come and pick you up?"

Your heart contracts, squeezing tight as you close your eyes and try not to cry. "No. No, thank you. I could do with the walk."

"Yeah, okay." There's a beat of silence, "I'll leave the door unlocked for you."

As soon as the phone is back on the hook, the tears begin to fall. It's inevitable, you tell yourself. You felt numb, towards the end with Jake. You'd convinced yourself that it was over before it was, and it helped for a while. But the truth was that you'd spent four years with him, and you had loved him. You still did, a little part of you did anyway. He used to be kind, helpful. He helped your little cousin find her first car, painted your mum's kitchen when she was ill. It was starting to make you feel ill, the realization with how much you put up with just because you liked the person he used to be.

As you walk the familiar path to Steve’s house, the weight of the breakup presses heavily on your heart. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, mirroring the somber thoughts swirling in your mind. Each step feels like a quiet echo of the past, memories of happier times with Jake mingling with the bittersweet realization that those moments are now just fragments of a story that had reached it's final chapter. The world around you seems to move in slow motion, the rustling leaves whispering secrets of change and loss.

The feeling of having such powerful love crumble and slip through your fingers is making it hard to breathe. What went wrong? Melancholy wraps around you in a sorrowful embrace as you shuffle along the street, going to seek the company of a friend who understands, more than most, the unspoken pain of a heart in transition.

Your mind has gone numb with the weight of it all, so much so that when you arrive at Steve's you barely even greet him.

He says your name softly, pulling you into a hug, "what happened?"

As you pull back you begin to shake your head, "I can't... not yet. Can I just stay here for a bit?"

"Of course, you stay as long as you need to."

It takes a while for you to settle down, and Steve's good, so good. He gives you the space you need for the time that you need it. So as you walk into his front room, taking a seat next to him on the sofa, he looks at you and smiles softly, ready to listen.

"Ready to talk about it?" His eyes are so full of understanding it hurts.

You take a deep breath, then words begin tumbling out in a whirlpool of sadness and relief. You recount the breakup, the confusion, the hurt, and the heartache. Steve listens patiently, offering nods and hums of support. As you speak, weight begins to lift off your chest, being replaced by the comforting presence of a friend who truly cares.

Later that night, after Steve has gone to bed, you find yourself sitting on the porch, staring up at the stars. You're acutely aware of the throb in your cheek, the cool night air is a welcome relief against it as you sit there, alone in the cold. You can hear the gentle rustling of the leaves in the breeze, the distant hum of crickets, the smell of dew on the grass mingling with the faint aroma of Steve's cologne lingering on your clothes.

As you breathe in the cool night air there's a smell of rain that catches in your nose, though the sky is clear. It's as if the world is holding it's breath, waiting for the penny to drop. For change to happen. The stars above twinkle with a distant, indifferent beauty, making you feel both insignificant and strangely connected to the vast universe.

The soft creak of the porch steps catches you off guard, and as you turn around you see Eddie standing there, his eyes filled with concern.

"Thought that was you," her starts, a soft smile on his face as he takes a seat next to you. "I heard what happened. Are you okay?"

You shrug, eyes back to being fixed on the sky. You can feel his eyes on your cheek, but you try not to think about it. "I don't know. I just feel... lost."

You don't expect him to know how to respond to that, and for a while he doesn't. The night gets deeper, the air grown colder, and neither of you move.

He's the first to break the silence.

"You know, when I was younger I used to wait 'til my Uncle Wayne was asleep and then climb onto the roof of the trailer. I'm pretty sure he knew I was up there but I thought I was being so sneaky." He laughs to himself, shaking his head. "I used to sit there and just... stare at the stars. It made me feel so small, but in a good way, you know? Like no matter how big my problems seemed, they were just a tiny speck in the grand scheme of things."

You turn to him, "did it help?"

Eddie turns to you, smiling a little, "yeah, yeah it did."

As you sit in the quiet night, your curiosity gets the better of you. "How come you're here, Eddie?" Your voice is soft, but insistent.

"Oh," he sits up straight, adjusting his posture, "well I was at The Hideout." He clears his throat, "was having a few drinks after our gig and I overheard some guys talking about you and Jake, talking about what went down between the two of you."

Your breath hitches in your throat, the memory of the fight still pretty raw, "so you came here?" Your eyes search his face for answers.

"I didn't know you'd be here. I just needed to get out of there, and Steve lets me crash at his place if I ever end up having a drink after gig nights, so..." he trails off, brows furrowing as if he knows it sounds like he's making excuses.

That makes you huff out a laugh, feeling stupid for even thinking he came specifically to find you, "right", you nod, "well that makes sense."

Eddie senses the undertone of hostility in your voice and decides he's best leaving you alone now. He glances at the door, then back at you. "I should probably head inside," he says softly. "Steve's couch has my name on it."

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "Goodnight, Eddie."

"Goodnight," the way he says your name makes your heart feel weak as he pairs it with a slight squeeze to your shoulder. "If you need anything, you know where to find me."

With that, he slips inside, leaving you alone on the porch once more. You watch the door close behind him, feeling a weird cocktail of sadness and comfort.

Well, shit.

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muuuuuuuunsons · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham Characters: Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jeff (Stranger Things), Gareth (Stranger Things), Corroded Coffin (Stranger Things), Wayne Munson Additional Tags: Chrissy Cunningham Has an Eating Disorder, Eating Disorders, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Cheating, Degradation, Choking, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Biting, Vaginal Sex, Mirror Sex, cheating is ethical if it's on jason carver, Not Jason Carver Friendly, Thanksgiving, Mutual Pining, Dom/sub Undertones, Praise Kink Series: Part 2 of i wanna know you (the way you want me to) Summary:

After hooking up at a Halloween party, Chrissy and Eddie have continued their little arrangement behind Jason's back. The only problem is Eddie's falling a lot faster and harder than he planned and now he doesn't know what to do.

(In which Chrissy and Eddie attend a much better Halloween party and yearning eats Eddie up from the inside like an alien virus.)

A direct sequel to my fic "defunct the strings of cemetery things."

#fic rec #eddie munson #eddie munson fic rec

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munsonpetal · 2 years

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eddie munson x reader fic rec list 2

smut !!

angst ☁︎

fluff ♡

last updated: february 27

* = newest added

3 or more parts

get your fix !! @munsonquinns

adventures in your shared obsessions of each other and your bodies—and eddie was insatiable when it came to you.

camera shy part 2 !! ^

eddie's a popular camboy, along with your best friend steve. one lucky introduction manages to turn your life upside down, arguably, for the better.

this post !! ^

eddie fucking the reader and shes like struggling and saying “have.. to.. be.. quiet” while eddie is just cooing her telling her that she doesn’t/no one is home

brat tamer!eddie !! ^

you’re a brat and get tamed by eddie

edging eddie !! ^

you edge eddie until he’s basically in tears begging for release

single dad!eddie x reader drabbles ♡ @luveline

eddie and roan + you

love bites !!♡ ^

eddie munson is super weird. he holds your hand too tight, he has a fascination with your neck, and he can’t give a hickey to save his life. good thing you’re super weird, too.

this post ♡ @nyxoz

reading lotr with eddie on a rainy day

maybe birthdays aren't so bad ♡ @runningmunson

eddie hated his birthday but you didn’t know why. after he finally told you why, you made it your mission to change his mind.

lucky !! @poisondaisy

smut with mean!eddie

pretty persuasion !!♡ @serasvictoria

you are the proud owner of hawkins records and have been for some years now, but dwindling sales mean that you might be forced to close the store that you love so much. Help comes in the form of eddie munson, former friend and frontman of a very successful band, but since the two of you hadn't parted in the best way 12 years ago there is no telling what will happen when you reunite again.

virgin!eddie !! @usedtobecooler

virgin!eddie + experienced!reader

good boy part 2 !!☁︎♡ @peterthepark

she’s the girl next door. eddie is the metalhead freak who’s just barely clearing his name after a whole town fiasco. opposites attract but certainly not like this, and certainly not in the back of eddie’s van.

broken nose kind of protective ☁︎♡ @kl4us4

eddie loves his uncle - he's almost a father to him. he just hates when he brings his rowdy, disrespectful friends to the trailer park.

fake dating !!☁︎♡ @hellfireswhxre

eddie and reader are fake dating to make chrissy jealous, but real feelings come out and threaten their relationship.

menace ♡ @retrobutterflies

telling a guy at a party that you have a boyfriend doesn't seem to deter him. probably because that guy is your boyfriend and you're too drunk to realize.

girlfriend ♡ @cassiopeiaemiliagaunt

your boyfriend is very drunk, doesn’t recognize you and tells you he has a girlfriend.

the price of a kiss ♡ @spiderrrling

you start trading eddie little nick knacks for kisses

i’ll make it up to you part 2 !!☁︎ @stranger-nightmare

eddie been distant and self conscious about his body ever since the bat incident in the upside down, meaning the two of you haven’t slept together for a while, when you finally confront him on it he vows to make it up to you...

this post !! ^

giving eddie a hand job and whispering praises in his ear while he sits pretty and slowly becomes an aroused mess, only focusing on how good you're making him feel

strange love part 2 ☁︎♡ @strangermarvelss

eddie has a date, with someone who isn’t you. you’re less than thrilled about it

hot and bothered !! @lilacletter

on the hottest day of the year, the heat isn’t what has eddie all hot and bothered.

it’s fantasy, babe !! @greenishghostey

you decide to indulge in a fun fantasy with your boyfriend: eddie, sneaking into your room and cumming inside you.

give me my nose ♡ @sunflowergirl522

times you and eddie have stolen each others noses

the box !! @forays-into-fiction

you had been noticing some of your things going missing. at first it had been easy to dismiss, a hair tie here, an almost empty bottle of lotion there. but more recently it had been items harder to ignore, photos of treasured memories, items of clothing, so on and so forth. but you had no idea where they could be disappearing to, why would anyone even want that stuff, it’s not like it was valuable or anything.

there will be no tenderness !! ^

eddie catches you flirting with someone else... or at least that’s what he thinks. you let him take out his aggression on you, reminding you just who you belong to.

say you love me ♡ @marianita195

you don’t say “i love you” back to eddie

give you the moon ♡!! @keeryshouse

had you known getting your first tattoo would end up with you being in love with eddie munson, you might have gotten it a lot sooner.

conviction ☁︎!! @tiannasfanfic

life takes an unexpected turn when a one time fling with your best friend leads to an unplanned pregnancy. will years of friendship be enough to build a solid marriage off of...or are you destined for heartbreak due to a wandering eye like the town rumor mill predicts?

can i try something? !! @justsomestoriessx

he wants to try something a bit newer for you both. you’re more than happy to partake.

not a creature was stirring !! @roanniom

phone sex with eddie

everlong ☁︎♡!! @andvys *

your love for your best friend brought you nothing but pain and heartache but an unexpected offer and the chance to forget all about your feelings might change everything.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic rec #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

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bejeweledbaby · 7 months

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obsessed with fics where steve and eddie were each other's first kiss when they were children but they don't connect the dots when they meet again as adults. Neither realize that this eddie is that eddie and this steve is that steve.

let me set the scene:

the older kids are having a small get together at steve's place and they're all sharing their first kiss stories. eddie starts regaling the group with the story of his first kiss with this beautiful boy at summer camp who had gorgeous hazel eyes and the softest hair. steve thinks the story sounds a little too similar to his first kiss. he starts connecting the dots when he realizes the chocolate button doe eyes he used to dream about years ago are the same chocolate button doe eyes he's been dreaming about in recent months. when it's steve's turn to share his first kiss story, he's like, "well, actually you've already heard it." and now eddie's connected the dots and pulls him into the bathroom to kiss about it. and there's some heartfelt love confessions and then they ride off into the sunset together.

#i could've totally articulated this better #i am not a writer but i am always thinking about steddie meeting at summer camp and then never seeing each other again #and when they do they don't realize who the other person is #anyway #if someone wants to write a fic or rec me a fic about this #please do #like please please please please #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #mine

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 11 months

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Best Mates

(Fuck boy!Aplha!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Omega!Reader)

Summary: You’ve always been in love with your bestfriend, you never thought anything would ever come of it until you present as an omega and he spends your heat with you. WK: 5.5k My Masterlist

Warnings: 18+MINDI Omegaverse so generall a/b/o behaviors. Scenting, knotting, marking, breeding kink, unprotected sex, possessiveness from both Eddie and reader, pining, heartbreak, Eddie leaves reader after her heat so there some angst but they get a happy ending. Pls lmk if I missed any!!

A/N: So this is my first time writing both omegaverse and angst, so I was pretty nervous going into this but I’m actually pretty proud of how it turned out! I’d love feedback, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Also shout out to my Lessy poo for giving me some advice @lesservillain (divider used is by @firefly-graphics)

Eddie has been your best friend since middle school and you realized pretty early on that you were in love with him. You remember the exact moment, you were both 16 when a senior cheerleader pulled him into a janitor's closet and he fucked her up against the wall. He told you about it excitedly, in a particular Eddie fashion but each word felt like a knife to your heart. He got the van a few months after that and it only got worse from there. If it wasn’t cheerleaders sneaking around with him behind their boyfriends backs it was band girls who heard through the grapevine how good of a fuck he was asking him to take their virginity.

He would always rant and rave to you about his escapades during your weekly Friday night hang outs and each time it broke your heart. But you listened, because that’s what best best friends do. You’ve had a few boyfriends and you were no virgin yourself but you hardly ever went into details with him and it never worked out because none of them were Eddie. No matter how hard you tried not to compare them to him, you always did.

When you were 18 he presented as an alpha, you graduated and he didn’t, so you hoped maybe he would settle down and find an omega but even if he didn’t at least you wouldn’t be around him everyday anymore to see it. But that didn’t happen, instead he kept fucking men and women alike, omegas, betas, it didn’t matter to him as long as he had a warm hole to fill. You didn’t escape having to see it either, he would take people into the bathroom after shows at the hideout, leaving you to ride home with one of the other guys. You would overhear girls in your college classes whispering about him, how big he is, how hard they fucked them, and it not only broke you but it just made you want him more.

At twenty one you’ve yet to present and at this point you’d given up hope of it ever happening. Your mom is an alpha and your dad is an omega so you always thought you’d present, but you were starting to think you were wrong. That is until today.

You were laying in your bed, your sheets soaked through with slick and sweat, whining with your hand between your legs desperately trying to relieve the pressure, even just a little bit. But nothing was helping, you even tried to use your toy which you quickly learned was a mistake, the vibrations too much for your sensitive clit. You considered calling Eddie, more than once, even going as far as to pull up his contact on your phone before talking yourself out of it. You didn’t want him like this, not just because he felt obligated to help you but because you wanted him to want you because you were you. That’s all you ever wanted.

He had texted you several times, and called twice but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to answer him. He would know something was off with you immediately and wouldn’t believe you if you lied. You felt hopeless as you rolled around in your bed, the only thing that offered you any sort of comfort was the flannel he had left at your house last week. You hugged it tight to your body, the bottom half clenched between your thighs, the other end held up to your nose as you inhaled his scent.

You were half drifted off, still clutching his flannel for dear life when you heard a knock on your door. You groaned, rolling over and deciding to ignore it, there was no way you could answer the door like this. You ditched your tank top and panties hours ago, your hair is all over the place from rolling around in your sweat, and most of all you physically don’t feel like you can move right now. That plan was quickly thrown out the window when you heard it again, this time it wasn’t just a knock though, someone was pounding on your door.

You didn't have to wonder who it was for long, his voice yelling out your name as the loud knocks persisted. Why the fuck was he here? You knew he had plans tonight so you figured he wouldn’t notice you hadn’t replied until later. It only made you want to ignore it more, you couldn’t face him, not like this.

“Open this fucking door or I’m going to break it down!! I know you’re in there I can smell you!”

Fuck. You didn’t even think about the fact that he could probably smell your heat, even from where he was. You wanted to ignore him, let him bang on the door until he finally gave up, but something told you he wouldn’t. That he would really break down your door to get to you, and you couldn’t help the warm feeling that filled your insides at the thought of him breaking down the door just to get to you. You knew you couldn’t resist him, not physically, even if your mind really wanted you to.

You groaned as you peeled yourself from your bed, grabbing some soft cotton panties out of your drawer and throwing his flannel over you without even really thinking about it. You felt dizzy and weak as you dragged yourself to the front door, but as soon as you hit the hallway it was like someone woke you up. You could smell him and the smell instantly brought the same kind of comfort as the flannel, if smelling him from here felt this amazing you could only imagine what it would be like to shove your nose in his neck and just inhale.

Suddenly the doubts in your mind were gone, you couldn’t even remember why you didn’t want to answer the door in the first place. You just want Eddie. Your pace picks up as you walk down your small apartment hallway and rip the door open. You smell him two seconds before your eyes meet and you feel like someone just knocked the wind out of you. His nostrils are flared, his pupils are dilated to the point that his eyes look black, the look in them wild.

“Why the fuck didn’t you call me?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, just pushes past you into your apartment, slamming and locking the door behind him. He walks up to you so you’re toe to toe with him, he’s towering over you, staring into your eyes with lust and fury.

“I’m serious, why didn’t you fucking call me? I called you, you could’ve told me what was going on, you know I would’ve helped you.” His voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it, that combined with smelling him this close makes you whimper and you feel a rush of slick drip down your legs, right through the panties you just put on.

“I - I didn’t want you to feel pressured to help me Eddie, I know you’d only be doing it because you feel bad.” You wanted to break eye contact but you felt like he had you locked in place without even touching you.

“Pressured? You really think I would feel pressured? You don’t think I’d come just because I want to help my best friend through this?”

Best friend. Hearing those words come out of his mouth right now almost makes you gag.

“I don’t know.” You just shrug, not sure what else to say.

It’s then that he takes a second to take you in. You’re wearing his flannel and it’s not even buttoned so he can see everything but your nipples, you have on these little white cotton panties, there’s slick dripping down your legs and your fucking smell. He’s never smelled anything like it, anything better. He’s scented and knotted several other omegas, but no ones ever smelled as good as you.

He inhales deeply, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders.

“Let me help you little omega, you smell so good, I can smell how badly you want me.” His hands run up your shoulders and rub over your neck, right where your scent gland is, and even just this simple touch makes your head spin even more. You want him to kiss you there. Bite you. You wanted him to mate you, but you’d never tell him that.

“Okay.”

It came out small and shaky but it was enough for him. He surges forward and crashes his lips against yours, his tongue immediately swiping over your bottom lip. When it intertwines with yours you moan at the taste of him. He pulls away, kissing down your jaw to that spot on your neck and your knees buckle. He catches you with ease, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your room.

He tosses you on the bed and it causes the flannel to fall open, exposing your tits fully to him. Your legs are spread without you even realizing it and he can see how truly soaked you are now.

“Look at you baby, wearing my flannel, you have no idea what that’s doing to me. You look so fucking sexy and smell so fucking good. Gonna make you mine, my omega.” He’s not even really thinking about what he’s saying now, your scent and the sight of you so desperate for him clouding his mind. “I need to taste you.”

He lays down between your legs and immediately attaches his mouth to your clothed core, swirling his tongue over your overly sensitive clit with a groan. You moan loudly and arch your back.

“Eddie, Eddie, please please don’t tease me, make me feel good, I need you. I can't wait anymore.” He continues lapping at your clothed pussy for a few more seconds before pulling away.

“You want my knot, princess? Is that what you’re saying? I wanna hear you say it.” The people who you are outside this moment are completely gone, all thoughts of friendship and consequences out the window.

“Please please please, want it so bad.” You’re wiggling under him, your hips rocking back and forth in search of friction, you can’t take it anymore you’ve been aching for hours and your body knew it was aching for him.

“You don’t need to beg, sweet girl, I’ve got you. Let’s get these off…”

You barely have time to process what’s happening before he’s ripping your panties clean in half, bringing them to his mouth and sucking your juices before throwing them over his shoulder. He hastily rips the flannel from your body before tossing it in the same direction. He stands up momentarily to hastily rip off his own clothes, your eyes widen when you see him fully bare in front of you.

He’s more buff than he used to be and his pale skin is littered with more tattoos than he had a few years ago, his brown curls are even messier than usual and when your eyes trail down his body they pause at the little trail of hair under his belly button before stopping at his cock. You’ve heard rumors about it for years, you’ve seen it through his sweatpants more times than you could count but nothing could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

“Alpha, I want you inside me, fill me up please please.” You hardly even recognize your own voice anymore but you’d do or say anything to have him inside you right now.

“It’s okay baby, I’m going to make it all better, make all the pain go away, yeah?”

He comes back up onto the bed between your legs, grabbing them and placing them on either side of his thighs. He grabs his cock in his hand and pumps it a few times before slowly inserting the tip inside you. He wants to take his time with you, he really does, but he just can’t. He slams the rest of the way into you in one stroke, he leans over you on his forearms and starts fucking you at a brutal pace.

The weight of his body and the feeling of him filling you up so perfectly has an unexpected orgasm crashing through you immediately. The relief you’ve been seeking for hours brought onto you in mere minutes. He continues to pound into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over again. You turn your face to run your nose along his neck and inhale his scent, the smell sending you hurtling into another mind blowing orgasm. He kept fucking you hard and deep, pushing you to the edge over and over again.

“Fuck! Eddieeee you feel so fucking - so fucking good, so so good. Thank you alpha thank you thank you.” You’ve been moaning and saying things you never thought you’d have the courage to say, the moans coming out of your mouth were sounds you didn’t even know you were capable of making.

“This pussy feels so fucking good, feels like it was made for my cock. Tell me it’s mine, tell me this pussy belongs to me.”

“It’s yours - it’s yours! Only y-yours, my pussy belongs to you alpha!”

He growls into your neck as he leaves hot wet kisses over your scent gland, his thirsts start to grow sloppy and you feel his teeth nipping lightly at your flesh and you want him to just bite down.

“You’re so fucking good for me, such a good fucking girl. You’re gonna make me fucking cum.” You feel his cock twitch inside you the same moment you feel his teeth sink into your neck, the feeling sends a warmth through your body you’ve never felt before and you barely have time to process that feeling because seconds later he’s painting your walls with his cum. The feeling makes you cum right along with him but the euphoria is short lived when you feel a stabbing pain inside you.

“Shh shh, baby it’s okay, it’s just my knot, it’s only gonna hurt for a second I promise.” His voice is soft and calming, a stark contrast from the deep commanding tone he’d had since he showed up at your door. His hand reaches up to cup your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your cheek while his nose nuzzles into the bite on your neck. After a moment the pain subsides and is replaced by overwhelming pleasure, sending you into a final orgasm.

“You okay?” He pushes up on his forearms to look at you and he almost feels like he’s gonna cum again. Your hair is a mess, your face is flushed, your skin slick with sweat, and his bite mark, slightly bloody, is displayed on your neck. He knew it wouldn’t take, since you didn’t ask him, but that didn’t stop him from imagining that it did, imagining you were his.

“Yeah, I’m good, I still - I’m still…” you struggled to find the words to describe how you were feeling.

“You feel satisfied but like you still want more, is that it?” His thumb runs over your cheek again and he leans down to rub his nose against yours, the gesture so gentle it almost brings you to tears.

“Mhm.” You nod.

“Well don’t worry babe, you’re stuck with me for the next week. I’ll be here for you, okay?” He grabs onto you so he can roll over onto his back with you on top of him. He lightly puts his hand on your back, pushing you down so your chest is flat against his and he can run his hands along your bare body.

“Okay Eddie, thank you…”

He kept his word and stayed with you through your entire heat, having one of the guys drop some stuff off for the both of you. He doted on you, fucked you and knotted you more times than you could count that it almost made you forget that he wasn’t really your mate, that he was just doing this to help his best friend. So the day you woke up feeling normal and he left to return to his regular life, to return to just being your best friend, you felt like he took a piece of you with him.

You hadn’t seen Eddie all week, which wasn’t that out of the ordinary these days since you both had work and you had classes. He’s called you a few times but you dodged them, only responding to a few of his many texts with short replies. Even managing to dodge your Friday night hang out under the guise of helping a friend with guy troubles.

But tonight Robin and Steve were dragging you to a party and you knew Eddie would be there because he asked you if you were going. You didn’t go overboard getting ready but you did wear your favorite little black dress and add a little more makeup than you usually would. If you were going to see him you were at least going to look hot.

When you get to the party you can already tell he was there. You haven’t laid eyes on him yet but the moment you walked into the door you could smell him. Even through all the smoke, bodies, and spilled beer you could smell his warm musky scent clear as day. It made you dizzy, it made you want to run. You weren’t sure if it was towards him or straight out of the party, you just knew you wanted to run.

You were one drink of mystery punch in when you finally laid eyes on him and you immediately knew which way you wanted to run. He was in the living room, with this beta girl from your English class pressed up against the wall. Your red cup slipped from your grasp and crashed onto the floor, the remaining liquid splashing all over the ground and your feet. You immediately dashed for the door, slipping in the liquid and bumping into a table that had a game of beer pong going on it.

The beer spilled all over the ground and the table tipped back and forth for a moment before landing back on its four legs. Almost every set of eyes there was on you, including the pair you wanted on you the least. You locked eyes with him for a moment, his filled with concern and something else you couldn’t decipher and yours brimmed with tears. You saw him start to untangle from the girl and took that as your sign to bolt. You ran out of the party and down the street, not even caring how you got home.

It’s been a few days since then but it felt like weeks. Eddie had called and texted you more times than you could count at this point. You had avoided every single one up until he threatened to just come over again to which you responded “I need time.” He stopped texting you after that.

You were on autopilot, work and class going by in a daze. You finally had the day off and Robin agreed to come over to keep you company. She brought snacks and you watched a few movies together. You were worried that you would feel different around her after you presented since she was an alpha but she didn’t smell any different to you. When you realized you couldn’t smell any of the alphas you’ve been around, it hit you, Eddie mated you that day.

When Robin leaves you’re back sitting with your thoughts of Eddie. What he might be doing, who he might be doing. You missed him and you hated it. You sighed as your hand subconsciously made its way up to the now almost healed bite on your neck. It had started to scab and show signs of scarring and each time you saw it your heart broke a little more. How could you be so stupid? You thought since you didn’t vocalize that you wanted him to mate you it wasn’t supposed to stick, but it did.

Once you realized it, everything started to make sense. The way you could smell him the minute you walked into that party, how you couldn’t smell any other alphas, the piece of you that felt like it was missing without him around. Eddie was your mate and he was still out fucking around with other people. It made you sick.

Your thoughts are disrupted by a banging on the door and the minute you hear his voice calling your name it’s like you're sent back to that day that he came to you when you needed him most. Part of you wanted to ignore him, let him bang on the door until he gave up, but the part of you that wanted to see him outweighed it.

When you open the door he’s standing there looking just as wild as that day but something about his scent is off and it makes you gag.

“We need to talk.” He looks and sounds pissed and it makes you scoff.

“Yeah? Why don’t you go talk to whatever fucking omega you smell like right now because you fucking reak.” You wrinkle your nose at him and scowl. Was he seriously pissed at you right now?

“That’s what we need to fucking talk about! Can I please just fucking come in?” He can tell you’re about to argue with him further so he just walks past you, leaving you in the doorway with your mouth hanging open.

“What the hell do you want from me Eddie!? You fucking mated me and then you left me! I see you a week later with your tongue down some girl's throat and now you show up at my door smelling like another omega!? Asking to TALK!? Okay let’s fucking talk Eddie. We can talk. Let’s talk about how you’ve made me feel for almost our entire lives!! From the minute you fucked Allison in that janitors closet you’ve been breaking my fucking heart! Every single time you tell me about your hook ups it makes me want to fucking DIE Eddie!! But I sit there and I listen because I’m a good best friend and I could take it as long as you were still in my life! But then you come here, you spend my heat with me and you treat me like I mean the world to you, like your mate, then you just LEAVE and act like none of it ever happened!! I can’t take it anymore!! I can’t let you hurt me like this anymore Eddie I can’t!”

Tears are streaming down your face and your voice is cracking from yelling, you bang your fits on his solid chest while you sob. “FUCK YOU EDDIE MUNSON!! I hate you I hate you I-“

Your rant is cut off by him grabbing your face and kissing you roughly. You grab onto his hair and pull him closer, no matter how much you want to push him away your body betrays you. After a second you pull back with a fire in your eyes, and slap him across the face.

“Princess… baby, you need to calm down.” His voice comes out stern, matter of fact, and it takes everything in you to resist his command.

“Calm down!? Calm down!? You told me you wanted to talk, kissing me to shut me up isn’t talking, Edward!”

“You WEREN’T LETTING ME TALK!! If you just listen to me for five fucking seconds!! I didn’t fucking know okay!? I didn’t know I mated you until TODAY. I thought since you didn’t ask me to mate you it wouldn’t stick, it never has before, but you’re different. You are my mate and I think my heart always knew that even if my brain was too dumb to realize it!”

“So what? It took you fucking TWO other people for you to realize I was the one for you? How fucking romantic!!”

“I didn’t fuck them!! I couldn’t, okay!? After I smelled you at the party from across the room I tired to fuck that beta chick at that party to get you off my mind but I couldn’t even get hard. I figured maybe it was just because she was a beta so I tried to be with another omega and she smelled DISGUSTING to me, the minute her arms wrapped around me I GAGGED and I came straight here!!”

“You didn’t fuck them but you still let them touch you!! You went to them! You tried! When you’re fucking mine Eddie! Do you know how much that hurts!?” You try to push him back but he grabs onto your wrists to hold you in place.

“You’re saying all this but I can smell alpha on you, and all over this entire apartment!!” He’s holding your wrists to his chest to keep you close, his eyes are boring into yours and you feel like he’s trying to look into your soul.

“Yeah ROBIN!! She came over to keep me company because I was wallowing in self pity over your dumb ass!! I CAN’T EVEN SMELL HER EDDIE! I can’t smell any other alphas besides you!!” You struggle against his hold, just wanting to back away from his scent that’s clouding your mind.

“Princess… calm down.” He’s using his alpha voice on you again and even though your body wants nothing more than to obey his command your anger outweighs it.

“Take your clothes off and get on the fucking couch Eddie. Now.” Your voice is stern and matter of fact, your eyes filled with fury so he decides not to question you. Dropping your wrists from his hold, stripping himself before walking over to the couch to lay back on it. He wanted to please you just as much as you wanted to please him. At this point he would do anything to prove to you that he’s yours.

He watches with wide eyes as you strip yourself as well, walking over to stand over him. The look on your face is one he’s only ever seen a few times, pure rage. You looked like you wanted to rip him to pieces, it was honestly turning him on. You swing your leg over his hips so you can straddle him and he moans when he feels your wet pussy touch his thigh.

“Ugh - god you smell fucking horrible Eddie.”

The scent of the other omega still lingered on his skin and you wanted to rip it off. You glare at him as you grab his cock in your hand and spit on it, pumping him a few times before raising up to line him up with your entrance, immediately slamming down on him and inserting him fully inside you. You don’t even give him time to process the feeling of your warm pussy engulfing him, you just start riding him like your life depends on it, because right now it feels like it does. He’s a moaning mess beneath you, his hands gripping onto your hips for dear life while he watches you bounce on his cock, mesmerized by the sight of you.

“Tell me whose cock this is Eddie, tell me who you belong to.” Your hips are flush against his while you rock back and forth on his cock, his head rubbing against your g-spot deliciously. Your hands are planted on his chest and your nails dig into his flesh, wanting to mark him in any way possible.

“It’s your - yours baby! I promise I p-promise, it’s always - fuck! - it’s always been yours!!” You start bouncing on his cock again, using his chest for leverage to slam up and down on him over and over again.

“You’re fucking mine Eddie, my Alpha!! Mine mine mine.” You drag your nails down his chest before leaning forward to rub your nose along his neck. You felt a rush of relief when it only smelled like him, she might’ve touched him but she didn’t scent him.

Your hips slowed and Eddie took it as an opportunity to tighten his grip on your hips and start fucking up into you.

“I’m yours and you’re mine princess.” He’s pistoling his cock into you now, getting deeper and going harder than you could yourself and an orgasm quickly creeps up on you. He feels you clench around him while your cum coats his cock. “This is my fucking pussy, you’re my fucking omega.”

You’re moaning so loud you’re sure your neighbors can hear you, your nails digging so deep into his chest that they’re breaking skin now and your nose is shoved into his neck, inhaling his scent while he fucks you so hard it makes you whole body vibrate. You latch your lips onto his neck and suck causing him to throw his head back and growl, fucking you impossibly harder.

“Gonna fill this fucking pussy up, maybe I’ll knock you up then everyone will know exactly who you belong to. Who I belong to.” His hands grip onto your ass and he plants his feet onto the couch as his thrusts pick up, the thought of you with his baby inside you making him insane.

“Yes y - yes! Breed my pussy alpha! Fill me up! I want it I - f - fuck! I want it so bad please please.”

“Yeah baby? You want that? Want me to fuck a baby into you?” You whimper and nod into his neck but that’s not enough for him, he grabs you by your hair pulling your face up so he can look you in the eyes. “Tell me you want it, tell me you want me to fuck a baby into, tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours! I’m yours! I’ve always been yours, I want it, I want you to breed me alpha!”

The sound of you begging him to begging him to do the one thing his body is programmed to do above all else drives him insane. He knows you aren’t on any kind of omega safe birth control yet and the possibility of it sticking makes him absolutely feral.

“Mark me Eddie, I want you to mate me!” He looks at the almost healed bite mark on your neck, you both know he technically already did but he understands what you mean, understands that you want to know it’s happening this time. So he runs his nose along the mark before sinking his teeth into your throat.

The feeling sends you both over the edge. Your walls tighten around him while he pumps you full of his cum. A few seconds later you feel that now familiar stinging as his knot expands inside you. He grabs your face in his hands and kisses you with a passion that you’ve always dreamed of. This kiss feels like your real first kiss and it makes warmth blossom inside you. He pulls away so he can look you in the eyes, his hands still cupping your face while he rubs his thumbs over your cheeks.

“I love you, you know? I’ve always loved you. I just never thought I was good enough, never thought you would feel the same way. So I pushed those feelings down, and buried them in person after person and I know that’s awful. But please let me prove to you how much you mean to me, forever.”

“I love you Eddie Munson, even though you’re a huge idiot sometimes, how you didn’t see it is beyond me. I feel like I was blindingly obvious.” You chuckle and playfully roll your eyes at him.

“I’m sorry, for all the hurt I’ve put you through, I promise I’ll never hurt you again, okay? You’re my mate now, I’m only going to protect you from here on out.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips, just basking in the feeling of you.

“It’s okay Eddie, you’re mine now, and I’m not letting you go.” You lay your head on his chest and reach your hand up to tangle your fingers in his hair, running your nails over his scalp.

“You think it’ll stick?”

“You were serious about that? I don’t know, only time will tell. If it doesn’t, we could always try again.” He groans and you feel him twitch inside you.

“Okay maybe let’s talk about this later because my knot is never gonna go down if I keep thinking about getting you pregnant and I really want to take a shower.” You both laugh, the kind of laughing you’ve always done together and it makes you feel whole again.

“I love you Eddie.”

“I love you princess, I’m going to spend every single day until my last proving that to you.”

You giggle and nuzzle into his neck, it feels so right, being in his arms like this. It feels like home.

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