#Eddie; blanching: WAIT SHIT NO-

[solarmorrigan]

Silly idea I talked about ages ago with @azure7539arts, inspired by a similar event my workplace hosts every year. Would minors be allowed to participate in such an event? Probably not! But then again, it was the 80s, who can say for sure. Anyway, it's my birthday and I'll post nonsense if I want to <3

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“I need you to buy me.”

Eddie looks up from his notebook, effectively jarred from his campaign-plotting fugue state by Steve’s declaration.

Steve is standing at the other end of the dining table, staring at him expectantly.

“Y’know, this is the part where someone usually follows up their completely bonkers demand with an explanation,” Eddie says slowly.

“At the charity auction,” Steve clarifies. “I need you to bid on me, and I need you to win.”

Ah, yes, that weird Rent-an-Athlete charity auction the school runs every year; anyone on any Hawkins High sports team could volunteer to be “auctioned” off in order to raise money for said sports team, to spend a day at the beck and call of the highest bidder (within reason, supposedly). It’s generally restricted to students, but occasionally, prominent alumni are invited to participate – and Steve certainly fits the bill, especially after the story the government spun about his heroism in the face of “serial killer” Henry Creel last spring.

“And what, deny all those pretty girls a chance to get at you?” Eddie asks drily (he’d never turned up at previous auctions himself, but you could hardly avoid gossip in a school their size; it had usually been some cheerleader bidding with daddy’s money who won a date– that is, a day with Steve Harrington).

“It wasn’t always a girl who won,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest. “One time it was Mrs. Dalton – you know, the lady on the school board who lives on my block? I just spent the day doing yard work for her. She gave me lemonade. That was pretty cool.”

“Right,” Eddie drawls. “And I’m sure she definitely didn’t sit outside and stare at your ass while you were working.”

“She did not– she– I mean she was on the porch, but, like– she wouldn’t have– she’s, like, seventy, Eddie,” Steve splutters, and it’s all Eddie can do not to laugh.

“Older gals have needs, too, Steve,” Eddie says, giving in to a smirk. “So she was checking you out from the porch, huh?”

Steve goes red. “Shut up, that isn’t the point. I’m trying to ask for your help.”

“Right, right, your absolutely reasonable request for me to buy you at market. Why, again?” Eddie asks.

“The kids are planning to bid on me,” Steve says gravely.

Eddie blinks at him. “Okay?” he says, when no further explanation is forthcoming. “You basically do most of what they ask, anyway, so…?”

“Okay, believe it or not, I actually say no to at least half of what they ask me to do. I would literally never get anything done if I gave in to all their demands.” Steve jabs a finger at Eddie, who holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Anyway, this is all Henderson’s fault.”

“It usually is,” Eddie agrees, nodding sagely.

“He decided that he was going to bid on me and then use that day to finally make me play your nerd game with you–” Eddie snorts, and Steve shoots him a look, “but Wheeler doesn’t want me to play, so he said he was going to bid against Dustin and make me do anything but sit in on a session with you guys.”

“So let Wheeler win.” Eddie shrugs.

“No! I can’t let fuckin’ Mike win, he’ll probably make me do something even more ridiculous!” Steve exclaims. "He’ll make me play chauffeur for him and El on a date, or something, and he’ll probably include the stupid hat.”

“Wait, I thought El broke up with him,” Eddie breaks in.

“No, they’re on again,” Steve says absently, shaking his head. “Which is why Max has been in a bad mood lately.”

Eddie bites back the reflexive need to ask “How can you tell?”, going instead with, “I thought she and Sinclair were on again.”

“No, they are. That’s why no one’s been actively murdered,” Steve says.

“How do you keep track of all of this?” Eddie asks, squinting at Steve.

“It’s a natural skill. And we’re getting off track,” Steve says quickly. “Normally, I wouldn’t be that worried, because Dustin regularly blows his savings on weird science gadgets or whatever, but then Lucas and Will started taking sides.”

“This is getting very involved,” Eddie says.

“So you see why I’m stressed!” Steve insists, smacking a hand to his forehead (personally, Eddie thinks Steve is stressed for many other reasons, but he figures pointing that out just now won’t be appreciated). “Lucas is on Dustin’s side, and that kid does odd jobs like nobody’s goddamn business; he actually has shit saved up. And usually I’d have faith in him being more, like, sensible than to spend it all on this, but the little shit is really fucking competitive.”

“Wonder who he got that from?” Eddie mutters.

“Okay, we do remember that I’m not actually biologically related to any of these idiots, right?” Steve snaps.

“Well now we’re just getting into nature versus nurture–”

“Eddie.”

“Right, sorry, continue.”

“Well, Will took Mike’s side–”

“Shocking.”

“Right? But anyway, I don’t know if the kid has much saved up, but between him and Wheeler, they might be able to win.” Steve sighs, looking far more world-weary than Eddie feels the situation really warrants.

“You know you don’t actually have to do what they ask you to, right?” Eddie points out.

Steve rolls his eyes. “If an auction winner complains to the school that the person they bid on didn’t fulfill their end of the bargain, they can get their money back. It’s a whole…” he waves his hand vaguely, “thing. Happened once when I was a sophomore; Deacon McNab. Lost a good chunk of change for the football team, and they vandalized the shit out of his car.”

“Ah, right. Forgot we went to school with literal psychopaths,” Eddie hums.

“So, I just need you to bid on me and win, so I’m not stuck wasting a Saturday on whatever the hell the kids are going to try to make me do. Or not do. Or– whatever,” Steve says.

“Okay, not that I don’t understand your predicament here, but I think you’re forgetting something kind of important, Steve,” Eddie drawls.

Steve’s brows draw together in question. “What?”

“I’m fucking poor.”

“Oh.” Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t mean– no, I will give you the money, you don’t have to spend a dime, man, I just need you to get me out of this.”

“Why not have Buckley do it?” Eddie asks.

“That was Plan A, but she actually has a date that night, and it’s kind of a big deal, so I don’t want her to cancel,” Steve says. “But I assumed you wouldn’t be busy.”

“Wow, rude,” Eddie scoffs, and Steve sighs.

“Fine, sorry, I just really hoped you wouldn’t be busy.” Steve gives him the most lethal set of puppy dog eyes Eddie has ever seen, as if there had been any chance from the beginning that he’d be able to say no. “Please?”

Just for show, Eddie lets out a long sigh, falling against his chair and letting his head flop over the backrest like he’s deflating.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” Steve groans, sounding so genuinely relieved that Eddie almost feels bad about how quickly his thoughts dip into the realms of the inappropriate. “Oh my god, I owe you.”

Eddie glances back up at Steve, tongue darting out to wet his lips almost unconsciously. “You know I’m not as easy to appease as a couple of fifteen-year-olds, right?”

Steve’s eyes drop for just a second—maybe down to Eddie’s lips, maybe not; who can say?—before he looks back up, cocking an eyebrow at Eddie. “I think I can handle it.”

Slowly, Eddie grins. “We’ll see.”

[italiansteebie]

He heard the news, and suddenly everything was moving 1,000 miles an hour. The only thing Steve could think about was Eddie. Was he scared? Did he run? What happened? And suddenly they’re in the boat house, poking around one minute, the next, a jagged piece of glass was pressed to his jugular.

“Steve?”

And then it was over, Eddie dropped the broken bottle and slumped against his chest, heaving sobs making their way out, body wracking as he cried. “Shhh, it’s okay, Eds.” He soothed, pointedly ignoring the confused glances from the rest of the group.

They sunk to the floor together, Steve caressing Eddie’s hair. “It’s okay, babe. Breathe, just breathe with me.” Eddie’s sobs stuttered to an end, “She broke in front of me, Steve, I- I knew you said this shit bad but, damn it, Steve.” His voice came out wrecked and broken. Steve sighed, “That’s exactly why I didn’t want you getting mixed up in this shit with me, Eds. I- I can’t lose you.”

Eddie reared back, “And you think I can lose you, Steve?! I can’t.”

“Ed-”

“No! I can’t. Okay?”

Eddie cradled Steve’s face, tear tracks drying and breath returning normal, Steve reached to wipe away a stray tear, tucking Eddie’s hair behind his ear. They were lost in the moment until Dustin broke the silence, “What the fuck.”

“Language.”

“Watch it, Henderson.”

Dustin eyed them, “Okay. Now I see where you guys get it. Weird. Um. Do you want to explain?” Dustin and Robin watched as they silently communicated, eyes flicking towards each other in confusion. “We-” They started in unison, giggling at each other before Steve continued. “We’re dating.” Dustin blanches and Robin looks like she’s about to pass out.

“You’re gay?”

“Bisexual,” is the unison response, “We- Uh. How’d you meet?” Dustin splutters, watching the blush spread across Steve’s face. Eddie grinned, “Stevie here got himself locked inside the mall last summer, and it was just his luck that I was there graffitiing the side of it and heard him crying. I was his white night.”

Steve scoffed, “I was NOT crying,”

“Pfft. Stevie, you were weepin’ like a baby, sweetheart.”

Dustin gags at the pet names, and Robin is just staring at them, starry eyed.

“So there’s… I’m not,” Steve smiles softly at her, “Yeah, Robs. You aren’t alone,” She gives a soft smile back before the lightbulb goes off. “Wait! That’s why you reacted so well to Tammy!” She’s spinning around, and suddenly there’s a finger in Steve’s face, “You had the NERVE to make fun of Tammy, when you're dating HIM?”

“Hey!”

“Shut up, Eddie. Does that mean- Does he know?”

Steve shrugs, “I didn’t have anywhere to go after the russians. I hadn’t told him yet but… The truth came out when his uncle Wayne was patching me up.” Robin’s gaze on Eddie turned thankful.

They were all caught up in a soft moment when the sirens of a cop car broke the peace, “Oh, fuck, I forgot I’m running from the cops.” Eddie says, a little shell shocked.

“Don’t worry, we can go back to my place,” Steve reassures, and never the serious, Eddie waggles his eyebrows at this, to which Dustin and Robin share simultaneous gags, and Steve pushes at his shoulder.

“What? Oh, yeah. Running from cops, don’t make jokes Edison.” He’s muttering to himself as they move to Steve’s car, ducking down and dodging suspicious eyes. Once in and buckled, Dustin gives a pointed look towards the metal head in the passenger seat.

“Edison?”

And the tense atmosphere lifted ever so slightly.

[munson-blurbs]

Mailman!Eddie x Reader

Here she is, folks...the mailman!Eddie fic my weird lil brain conjured up. Big thanks to @eddiemunsonsmum for giving me the idea to turn this into an actual story.

Summary: Your mailman keeps delivering love letters to you. You're determined to find out who could be behind such a mean prank, but Eddie doesn't make it easy.

WC: 1.1k

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If someone told you that you’d be waiting for the mailman to deliver a love letter from a secret admirer, you probably would have laughed in their face. If they told you that you’d be waiting to confront the mailman about these love letters, you would have dismissed the notion completely, perhaps with a slight flick of your middle finger.

And, yet, here you are.

“Morning!” Eddie chirps, holding out a stack of envelopes as he climbs the three stairs up your porch. His navy shorts hit right above his knees, leaving his lower legs and their dusting of brown curls exposed. He adjusts the mail sack so the weight is more evenly distributed across his back. You place your glass of iced tea on the snack table in front of you, wiping the condensation from your palms. He has a smile on his face, as he always does when he sees you, but it falters when he notices the frown on yours. “What’s going on? Something wrong?”

You bite back a scoff, taking the mail from his grasp. Sure enough, there’s another one, smack dab in the middle of bills and junk mail. “Yeah, something’s wrong,” you hold up the envelope, unable to mask your irritation. “You keep handing me these stupid notes, and I need to know who’s sending them.”

Eddie blanches, cheeks flushing a deeper pink that can’t solely be attributed to exposure to the summer sun. “Wh-I just deliver the mail,” he stammers, taking a small step back. “I don’t know who—” 

“Save it, Eddie,” you snap, feeling the heat of anger blooming in your cheeks. “There’s no return address; there’s no stamp. Which means that someone is giving you these to bring me, and it’s not funny anymore.”

“Funny?”

You sigh impatiently and roll your eyes at what must be feigned incompetence. “Look, it’s obviously a prank. Who’s going to send love letters to me?”

The hurt and anger in your voice catches him off-guard, and he nearly slips off of the step as he starts backwards. “I, um, I don’t know, okay? They’re just in the pile and I-I gotta finish my route.”

The remainder of Eddie’s shift is filled with him silently chastising himself. 

Way to go, Munson. You try doing something romantic and she thinks it’s a prank. Just tell her how you feel. Stop being a coward and ask her out already. She’s been nothing but nice to you, not like the rest of the people in this town. 

You’re not home in the afternoon again until the following Saturday, and you’re in the same position you were before: standing on the porch, anxiously awaiting the mail. Well, anxiously awaiting the mailman. You hadn’t received any of those fake love notes since you’d last spoken to Eddie, but you couldn’t stop thinking about them. Who would be so cruel to tease you like that? It was middle school behavior; something you’re far too old to be dealing with.

Eddie ducks his head as he hands you the mail, wanting nothing more but to hide behind the curtain of curls that he has to keep tied back on hot days like today. If he could just escape without having to–

“Are you gonna tell me who’s slipping you those notes now?”

Shit.

He peers up at you, barely able to make eye contact as shame settles into his cheeks. “No one’s slipping them to me,” he mumbles, tucking his lower lip between his teeth.

You throw your hands up in the air before resting them on your hips in complete exasperation. “Seriously?” you balk. “How many times do I–”

“No one’s slipping them to me because…” he pauses, massaging the back of his neck with trembling fingers. “...because I'm the one writing them.”

The information crushes you like a boulder on your chest. Eddie was behind the prank this whole time? Was this some sort of sick joke between him and his mail carrier buddies? “You?” you choke out, eyes stinging with tears. “Why would you do that? I thought we were friends, Eddie!”

“We are!” he tries to reassure you, but you shake your head in disbelief. Small towns always had an overabundance of small-minded people, but you’d never thought that Eddie was part of that group.

“Well, friends don’t screw with each other’s feelings and write fake love letters for entertainment.” You cringe at the way he’d probably seen your face alight with excitement the first few times you’d gotten a letter, thinking that maybe someone actually harbored romantic feelings for you. But when months went by with no prospects in sight, your outlook became increasingly cynical.

Eddie’s jaw drops at your accusation. “They’re not fake,” he tells you, keeping his tone soft but insistent. “I like you…a lot…but I was too afraid to admit it.” He exhales, grateful to have confessed his feelings but terrified to see your reaction. “I thought the letters would make you happy, but it looks like I royally fucked that up.”

His words ring in your ears. I like you…a lot. Eddie Munson likes you a lot. Likes you enough to write you letters about how he thinks you’re beautiful, that your smile brightens his whole day, that he could listen to you tell stories about damn near anything for hours on end and never get bored. The man with the chocolate-hued eyes who gave you butterflies every time he was in your vicinity–flutters that you’d tried your best to ignore, because how could someone so handsome and sweet ever be into someone like you?

You let your gaze lock onto his, though your vision is still a bit blurred from your earlier surge of emotion. “Almost royally fucked it up,” you gently correct him, taking a few steps forward to meet him where your walkway met the porch stairs.

Eddie barely chokes out a “Wha–” when you pull him closer by the strap of his mail bag, pressing your lips to his and kissing him like he’s only dreamt of being kissed. Your fingertips of your other hand tangle in the locks of hair that have already slipped from the ponytail; his land on the small of your back as though they’ve always resided there. You two melt into each other, only breaking apart when you realize that Eddie still has a job to do–one that doesn’t involve making out in front of your house.

You’re at work on Monday when Eddie delivers the mail, still thinking about the taste of your mouth on his. When he opens the mailbox to place the stack of envelopes inside, a bright yellow handmade card catches his eye. 

Two can play this love letter game. Picnic at Skull Rock after your shift?

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[eddiemunsonappreciationsociety]

MY WORD IS MY BOND

Part Three: But you had to have him, and so you did

I stomp around the house, fuming at my inner witch. I think about breakfast but I don't want to eat anything made by me in this negative mood, I'd be able to taste the self-disappointment. Chance snoozes in a patch of sunshine streaming through my windows, belly full, heart happy. I reach down and scratch behind her ears and she lets out a long, slow rumble of appreciation. She has no clue her human mum is a top-tier moron.

I make myself another iced coffee and bring it to my bedroom with me, along with my half-smoked joint, to get ready. I grab my makeup bag and bring it to the floor with me. Sitting crossed leg in front of my large mirror, I switch on the lights that surround the frame and go to work. I do a pale pink smokey eye, winged black eyeliner, and some lip balm. I contemplate some false lashes before deciding on the affirmative and putting on my usual OTT pair. I take the black eyeliner and draw some dots along my bottom waterline and brows.

Once I'm happy with my face I pull the bobble out of my ponytail and my hair tumbles around my shoulders. Most of it turned white a few years ago, during a pretty chaotic time of my life and it never went back to its dirty blonde. I make the most of the blank canvas, currently pastel pink on the ends. I style my curls into a half up half down do and pin a silver hair brooch with a triple goddess emblazoned on it.

Before choosing my clothes I check my phone, for the first time since last night, and blanch as I see five text messages and ten missed calls.

STELLA:

WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU GONE?!

I saw Dreamy McBrowneyes leave them you were gone after, did you go home?

Are you alive???

Shit are you actually ok message me back

if you don't answer me by the time I wake up tomorrow I'm calling the FBI

I tap my reply to her quickly, nails clicking on the screen

I'm so sorry, I am alive. I came home and  conked out. I will fill you in later, love you.

Ps we're English, I don't think we have any FBI, stop watching Criminal Minds

My phone pings with her reply almost instantly

the only thing that would stop me is if they scrubbed Criminal Minds from the earth, even then I'd just close my eyes and play it all in my head

ps I'm glad you've not been murdered and/or eaten X

Choice phrasing, the universe is mocking me.

I open my wardrobe and stare at it for a whole minute, looking but not seeing anything. I select a black tiered skirt, that falls to just below my knees, my favourite black Paramore tee, and a black knitted cardigan with little pink toadstools all over it.

I am a fat witch, I prefer the term chunky, but to be real I am fat. And gorgeous.

I adorn myself with my jewelry, each one with some sort of magickal tie, something that can help or protect me in some way. As I place on the necklace I forgot yesterday my mind wanders to Eddie.

Stop it.

I give myself a quick look in the mirror before exiting my room and heading for the door. As I let myself out of the flat Elphaba, my black, flat-faced cat, is sat on the railing of the stairs, waiting to be let in. She glares at me.

"Where have you been, you dirty stop out?" I hold the door open for her and she trots in tail flicking. "Leave Chance alone whilst I'm gone"

I close the door behind me and head down into the shop.

The shop is basically a larger version of my craft room, with rosewood shelves everywhere, filled with various bits and bobs. I sell ingredients and ready-made spell jars. Most of my customers are non-witches but I do have the occasional magickal customer too.

The day is mostly noneventful, I sell a lot of ingredients used in health potions and health spells, which is standard as the weather starts to turn cold. Spells and potions sold to nonmagickal folk do work and make a difference, but in a more subtle way without the inner magic to amplify or activate properly.

There's an hour left of opening hours when my phone pings. I pick it up thinking it's going to be Stella.

I know you have no reason to trust me, but I'd really like a chance to show you I have no ulterior motive other than getting to know you. I hope you got home safe - Eddie.

I feel nauseous. I had been so intrigued, so drawn to him over the last few weeks. I sensed him when he was near, felt - what? Safe? Surely not. So drawn. This was not what it felt like with the other vampires I'd met. The circumstances in which I'd met other vampires were very different. I was usually roped into warning any vampires if they wandered into any coven territory. Not being in a coven myself, it made sense for me to be the middle ma, middle witch? I was also known as a particularly powerful witch, so I was fine to go alone.

I had no reason to trust him, but I wanted to.

His dark eyes kept popping up in my head, the goofy smile, the loud laugh. I wanted to know him before and I wanted to know him even more now.

But it was a massive risk.

For a vampire, the lifeblood of a witch is the ultimate feed. The magic in our blood makes them permanently faster, and stronger and has been known to occasionally pass on abilities to the drinker. I've also heard a vampire describe what our blood tasted like, and the more powerful the witch, the better the drinking.

I serve my last customer before picking back up my phone.

I got home safe, thank you. I don't really how I can give you a fair chance without putting myself in mortal peril, I don't see how it would work.

I start my closing duties, ignoring the phone as it pings. I ignore the huge urge I have to immediately read and respond. I want to talk to him.

Idiot.

I busy myself cleaning all the shelves, scrubbing floors, and doing the stock take, even though I did it last week. I grab my and some lavender from the stockroom to top up my home supply before closing the shutters and heading upstairs. I get  Chance in her collar and out for a walk, eager for all the distractions.

By the time I'm home, it's almost nine and I am exhausted. I get in my pyjamas, roll myself a joint, and order a Chinese. I switch on Community, light up and pick up the phone finally. There are two messages.

I know you have no reason to trust me, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for weeks  - Eddie

I know that's exactly something someone who wants to suck your blood would say but I swear that's not the case - Eddie

Despite myself, I giggle. I can't help but think about how old he is, signing off his name that after each text.

It is exactly something someone would want to eat me would say. PS, you don't have to sign your name off, I will add your number.

I feel myself grin as I type. Stop it, Lilith.

Does this mean you want to keep talking to me?

What was I doing?

Maybe.

There's a slightly longer pause between his next message.

Can I call you?

[iliaclwrites]

Would you do one of cheerleader!reader coming to school crying bc she hit a bunny on her way there and Eddie just comforting her but also trying not to laugh 💀😭 and maybe even hellfire clowning her too if you want lmao I hit one before and I was so sad and I saw a tiktok of a girl crying bc she hit one too and I got reminded of it 😭

warnings: animal death

"Eddie!"

The boy whipped around as the blur of pink and white hurled itself into his arms. He immediately tightened his grip around you as you buried your head in his chest, clawing your hands into the collar of his jacket as you blubbered into his shirt.

"Whoa, whoa, pom poms," Eddie said, cradling your head gently. "Babygirl, what's happening? Everything okay?" He pulled away from you and his eyes widened when he saw you were crying. "Oh, Jesus, are you okay? What happened? Are you safe?"

"I-- I hit him!" you managed, swallowing thickly. Eddie blanched. "I didn't mean to! I wasn't looking where I was going! And he. Just. Into the middle of the road. And I couldn't swerve in time, and I. I killed him!"

Eddie squared his shoulders and took you by the hand, pulling you into a slightly more secluded corner. "Okay. Right. Did anyone see?"

You shook your head, sniffling.

"Okay. That's good. Did you just leave the body there?" he asked, and pressed his hands to your cheeks. "Hey, hey, pom poms. It's gonna be fine. I know people who know people. Nothing's gonna happen to you, okay? Nothing. You're gonna be safe."

You nodded, swiping at your tears. "I just left him there. I couldn't bear it. He was so small."

Eddie swore quietly. "A kid? Fuck. Okay. That's fine." He sucked his teeth noisily, and wrapped his arms around you. "It's fine, pom poms. We're gonna have to lay low a while. Although, you should probably turn yourself in. If he just ran out, then it's not your fault. A kid, pom poms. Christ, this is messy." He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the sky. "We could always go on the run."

You glanced up at him. "Wh-- Turn myself in?" you asked, blinking at him. "What, are they endangered here, or something?"

It was Eddie's turn to stare at you in confusing. "Huh?"

"Rabbits," you clarified. "Are they endangered here?"

"No, they're pests, I thi--" He stopped. "Wait. Babe. Did you hit a fucking rabbit?"

Your eyes welled at the memory. "I didn't mean to! It just jumped out! And it was so cute, and small, and it just went. Squish. Under the wheels." You looked down at the ground. "It was awful."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Eddie said, and you snapped your head up to look at him. He was laughing, eyes wide and manic. "Pom poms, you scared the shit out of me. Just a rabbit. Just a fucking rabbit. Halle-goddamn-lujah."

You frowned. "Yes, just a rabbit," you repeated slowly. "Why, what did you think I hit?" You paused, rewinding the conversation. "Wait, holy shit, Edward. You thought I killed someone? You were going to run from the law with me?"

Eddie laughed, panicked, and slung an arm over your shoulder to steer you back to where the group were watching you all curiously. "What, me? Haha. Nope." He shook his head. "A fucking rabbit."

[youandi-indefiance]

Ok hear me out

Eddie Munson x Dustins Grunge style older sister reader?

TW ! BRIEF MENTION OF BLOOD AND GORE

You pull at your watch, watching as the seconds tick away. Every second is another that Dustin is fucking late.

Your night had consisted of comforting your mother, who couldn't find her beloved siamese, which had brought on flashbacks for her, which brought on unease for you.

Then, through your unease and panic, you drove to Hawkins High, parked in front of the science wing where the Hellfire Club often met, and waited with your lip between your teeth.

All of this was an endless loop for you. Trying to forget the upside down, forget Hawkins Lab, forget the demodog's jagged teeth digging into your side moments before Dustin pulls you away.

You still have the scar, still trace it when you get nervous, still see it in the mirror. A constant reminder that your world is haunted by monsters.

Just at that moment, Dustin slams his hand on the passenger window.

"Jesus!" You cry, pressing the 'unlock' button on your door. "Try not to make me shit my pants next time, Airhead."

Dustin flinches, "Sorry, just got excited," he mutters.

You blanch, feeling bad for snapping.

"You don't have to be sorry, Dusty. How was your campaign?"

He straightens up, ready to info-dump on you, "Well, first of all, our campaign has lasted all semester so it wasn't just a 'tonight' thing, and second, only mom calls me Dusty and I hate it, so if you want to continue to be my sister, you-"

Your brother and you let out identical screams as a hand bangs on the passenger window. You pull your pocket knife out and point it over your brother's legs, toward the apparent threat.

"Henderson, you forgot your- JESUS!" A handsome head of hair shouted through the glass.

You clutch your necklaces when you realize the face outside your car is, in fact, a face, a young and handsome face, and not a faceless monster trying to murder you.

"Eddie, Christ on a fuckin' cracker, you scared the shit outta me!" Dustin sputters, spinning the dial to roll the window down.

"If I'd known I was gonna get knifed down, I would have left your jacket in Mr. Clark's room, Henderson."

You roll your eyes, pushing your teased hair back onto the head rest.

As they exchange small talk and push the jacket through the window, your mind is elsewhere.

Your hands- or maybe they're Dustin's hands- pushing into your stomach. There's blood everywhere, someone's moaning in pain. It's definitely you, definitely, because there are fingers squelching inside the skin of your stomach, picking demodog teeth out of your delicate body.

"Y/N?" Dustin nudges you with his elbow. "You okay?"

You open your eyes, heavy with eyeliner and you purse your lips. "I'm wonderful, Dusty-Buns. How are you?"

The boy- Eddie? Snorts in disbelief. "Dusty-Buns? Do my ears deceive me?"

"Jesus, Y/N! That was suppose to be a pinky swear secret, you can't tell the leader of the whole campaign all-"

"Y/N. Nice to meet you. Eddie, right?" You stick a hand out, making sure to rub your exposed armpit in Dustin's face. He sputters and tries to push you away, but you stand your ground.

Eddie gives a toothy smirk and takes your hand firmly. "You are very, very right. A true pleasure to meet you too."

[muertawrites]

omg I saw that little note at the end about you maybe making a fic based off sk8er boi 👀 can’t wait if you decide to write it!!

A Girl You Used to Know (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Word Count: 900 (exactly too??? i'm a fucking witch. not editing this.)

Author's Note: did i watch a nearly 20 year old sims 2 music video for this song to psych myself up for writing this? no shame in admitting i did. is this a direct callout post to all the cheerleader!reader fics polluting this godforsaken hellsite? maybe. we'll see how much hate mail i have to ignore. this one is for my alt babes. we all know eddie would like us better.

"I can't do this anymore."

She blinked, uncomprehending.

"What?"

Eddie huffed. He uncrossed his arms, shoulders hunching, tense. Angry.

"I can't keep... fucking you like I don't feel anything for you. Like you don't get off on the fact that I'm corrupting you or some shit. Sneaking around while you're too ashamed to go out in fucking public with me."

She laughed, and he seethed. The broad actually laughed at him.

"Are you serious?" she quipped. "You're dumping me? You're dumping me. Eddie 'The Freak' is dumping the one girl in Hawkins who can have anyone she wants."

"Yeah," he spat back at her. "I am. And I have a feeling I'm not gonna regret it."

She cackled, waving her manicured hand in his face as if to dismiss him.

"That's so rich!" she cheered. "You really are as dumb as they say. You clearly don't realize how totally out of your league I am. How lucky you are that I even let you kiss me in the first place, let alone take my virginity."

"Well, if I could give it back to you, I would. I don't want any part of you anymore. I'm done being used for whatever sick fetish you're trying to fulfill."

The conversation comes back to him vividly, playing out almost in real time as she approaches him. She's definitely out of place here - blonde hair immaculately curled, pinned back with a pearl barrette, white mini skirt under a powder blue sweater. But she smiles at him all the same, running into his arms like the lover he once thought she was.

"Eddie!" she squeals.

"Bethany," he deadpans. His arms go weak at her sides, falling limp with disdain. Her perfume is way too strong, too musky; he gags on the toxic cloud that envelops him.

"I'm so proud of you!" the little cherub squeaks as they part. "I saw your music video on MTV the other day and just had to come see you! You're, like, a major rockstar now!"

She giggles in the way she thinks is infectious, but is actually just vapid. Empty. A hand raises to her cheek to swipe at a stray curl that's stuck in her lip gloss, and Eddie can't ignore the glint of the diamond on her ring finger.

"I didn't think you liked metal," is all he can bring himself to say.

"What, I can't support an old flame?" she asks, giggling still. The sound grates at the inside of his skull.

"You know I'm married," he blurts.

It's a lie, but she blanches all the same.

"O...Oh?"

Her smile falters and she can't hide it. Head cheerleader, homecoming queen, the princess of Hawkins, Indiana has lost her flawless grace.

"Yeah," Eddie confirms.

"But you don't wear a ring?"

"Looks like you do, though."

Your voice cuts through the backstage din, sidling up next to Eddie and wrapping a protective arm around his waist. He physically calms, melting into your touch as easily as he would a warm shower. He gives your bum an appreciative squeeze, loving your vicious gall against the groupies.

"Bethany," he announces smugly, "this is my girlfriend."

"Pleased to meet you!" You smile, holding out a hand for the woman to shake. She takes it reluctantly, the spread of her lips entirely forced.

"I thought you said you were married," she practically growls.

"Well, common law," you state. "We've lived together for what... a year now? Anyway. You're Bethany! Eddie's told me so much about you." You don't give her the decency of keeping the venom from your tongue. "He actually wrote a song about you!"

She perks up at that, seeing something she can hold against you.

"He did?" she coos. "Oh, he was always such a romantic. Which one was it?"

"It's not released yet," Eddie tells her. "I'm actually letting her do the vocals. She sang the demo and the label loved her too much to let me take over."

He grins proudly, hugging you even closer to his side. Bethany looks like she's going to fucking explode.

"We'll send you an LP when we get the final cut!" you offer. "Here, give us your address."

You hand her a bar napkin and an eyeliner pencil, which she sneers at but accepts. After scribbling down the information, she passes it back to Eddie, who grins as his eyes scan over it.

"Still in good ol' Hawkins," he notes. "And your name's Carver now? You actually married that fucking prick?"

You halfheartedly smack his chest, shaking your head at Bethany.

"Guys like him," you muse. "Can't take them anywhere, can you?"

Your eyes cut into hers like twin chainsaws. She's so worked up she's practically vibrating with resentment.

"Well," she ekes, "it was... wonderful to see you again, Eddie. And to meet your... lovely... girlfriend."

She spits the word like used tobacco.

You and Eddie wait until she's around the corner to collapse into hysterics, leaning against each other for support as you savor her absolute destruction.

A few months later, Bethany drives to the grocery store, her infant son screaming in the back seat. She turns up the radio to drown him out, only for the disc jockey to introduce a familiar name: Corroded Coffin.

The lyrics that flow through her speakers make her grip the steering wheel with white-knuckled rage.

Too bad that you couldn't see,

See the man that boy could be.

There is more than meets the eye.

I see the soul that is inside.

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

[hawkins-losers]

Okay I am SO sorry if this is against your rules, it says in your pinned post their alright. I just wanna see Hoppers reaction to reader having a pregnancy scare (readers not actually pregnant it’s just a scare) (Eddie would be the ‘dad’

Again SO SORRY if this is a bad request. Please let me know if it is. I love your writing and just thought this was funny with the whole “I know how to cover up a murder” line.

This is part 2 to this fic

Warning: pregnancy scare, mention of unprotected sex

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You were sitting on your bed, doing homework when your father's voice boomed through the cabin, making the walls tremble. The loud sound startled you, making you jump on your bed and drop your pen.

‘’Y/N Hopper! Get your ass over here this instant!’’

You scrambled off the bed and stepped out in the living area, finding him standing in only a towel around his waist and an angry expression on his face. Whatever was the reason for his anger, you were in big trouble.

‘’Care to explain what this is and why it was in our bathroom?’’ He held an empty pink pregnancy test box and your face blanched.

Shit.

You stood there frozen, out of words. You took the test while he was at work yesterday and apparently, you had forgotten to throw away the box. You should’ve taken the test at Eddie’s trailer.

‘’I…’’

‘’No stammering. I want explanations. Now.’’

Patience was not in Jim Hopper's blood and everyone in Hawkins knew. As his daughter, you were the best placed to know, having heard him shout at the jelly jar too many times in the mornings because it wouldn't open.

You tried to speak again - you couldn’t let him come to the wrong conclusion -, but the words wouldn’t come out and now he must be thinking you’re pregnant - you aren’t. You thought you were yesterday, but the test turned out negative and fear left both your and Eddie’s bodies when you saw the single bar in the test.

Instead of explaining the truth, you vomited something dumb.

‘’Oh my god! Is Joyce pregnant?’’

‘’What?! No! This is not Joyce’s. Joyce and I haven’t- why am I telling you this? Whatever is going on between Joyce and I is none of your business.’’ Hopper shook his head, having drifted from the initial subject. ‘’Don’t try to fool me! I know what you're trying to do you little minx and it’s not going to work. Why was this box in our bathroom? I don’t have…lady bits so it ain’t mine, which only leaves us one option.’’

You sighed. ‘’Okay okay, it is mine. We may have had a pregnancy scare yesterday.’’ You bit down your lip, apprehending his reaction. ‘’But I’m not pregnant, so you don’t have to reach for your gun.’’

‘’'We' as in…’’

‘’Me and Eddie!’’ you replied exasperatedly. ‘’God, Dad, who else did you think it could be?’’

‘’Wait. A pregnancy scare, you said? Meaning…’’

‘’That I’m not pregnant,’’ you finished.

You had turned eighteen a few weeks ago, getting pregnant was not in your near future plans. You hadn't even graduated yet!

Before you, Hopper let out a loud sigh of relief. ‘’Thank you Jesus! I was not ready to become a grandpa. Why didn't you start with that? You know you can always come to me to tell me thing-’’

‘’I actually can't,’’ you said. ‘’In case you don't remember, you threatened Eddie in case he would get me pregnant. Sorry, Dad, but I was scared of your reaction. I didn't want to risk anything happening to him just because of a pregnancy scare.’’

‘’I…I was only joking when I said that, Y/N. I’m not a psycho.’’

Once the conversation was over, you went to your room and called Eddie on the phone. ‘’Dad found the pregnancy test box. I thought you had tossed it in the trash,’’ you hissed into the phone.

‘’Shit. I must’ve forgotten.’’ You could hear the guilt in his voice, then it was replaced by worry. ‘’Is he coming for me? Should I hide?’’

A chuckle left your lips. ‘’No. You’re safe.’’

Eddie breathed out in relief. ‘’I’m sorry it got you in trouble.’’

‘’It’s okay. He doesn’t know that it happened three times.’’

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[gayandbifiremenofmine]

Mind swimming with thoughts

What if...

What if, instead of a "you guys have an adorable son" 2.0, we have the opposite of it?

What if someone comes up to Eddie to tell him that "Chris uncle is so good with him!" or that "Chris could never find a better godfather!", or some heteronormative shit like that?

What if Eddie blanches, freezes, because that should be what Buck is, right? An uncle, a godfather, a friend of the family?

But, then, why does all that sounds so little in face of who Buck really is?

Buck is his best friend, the best he's ever had. He's also Chris' best friend, and while he is slightly envious of the title, it's not bad. He isn't Chris godfather, though, much less his uncle, even though they do look alike, with the curls and all, almost like they're...

Like they're father and son.

Oh.

Oh.

When he put Buck on his will, so long ago (a lifetime, really), he was... Listen, both Adriana and Sophia are lovely to Chris. They never treat him like he's breakable, incapable of doing things on his own, they never prive him from his agency. When he still lived in El Paso, he was overjoyed whenever they stopped by to look after Chris. They knew his son was amazing and shouldn't be put down for doing his own thing.

Adriana had a degree in pedagogy and Sophia was a physiotherapist. If the worst came to happen, they'd look after Christopher, and they'd do it well.

But...

But.

Whenever he thought about Buck's place in his life, he never put him in a "friend" category. Not since he stepped up and helped Eddie get back to his son after the earthquake, or when he saw Eddie struggling and introduced him to Carla, or when he saved Chris from a tsunami.

After that first year, with its highs and lows, Buck became family. He slotted into their dynamic incredibly well, helped juggle the duties when Eddie was getting overwhelmed, learned to take cues for when to take a little more than usual. They learned how to communicate from a single look, and, yes, for their incredibly dangerous job but also for things like "did he put sunscreen on?" or "just five more minutes of videogames and he needs to do his schoolwork" or "this movie is not appropriate for his age".

Buck looked at their little family, asked "is there anyone taking that spouse spot?" and didn't wait for an answer.

And, fuck, Eddie wasn't mad that he hadn't waited for it. Before now, before therapy, he didn't know if he'd accept it.

But right now? When he has his head coming into a good place, a place where he could see that he deserved help, he deserved good things, he deserved to be loved?

By all the gods and saints, Eddie was ready to accept everything Buck had to offer and strive to return it tenfold.

Buck was theirs, his and Chris', just as much as they were Buck's. He only needed to know how to say it out loud.

[intergalacticaquarium]

I Wanna Wear Your T-Shirt

Sooo...I made a post yesterday about how making the hellfire stuff horny made me feel kinda weird and then @kriffingstars gave me the PERFECT alternative so I wrote this

Summary: Eddie's girlfriend dons his Hellfire T in an attempt to turn him on but he can't stop thinking about the dudes. It works out in the end, though, when she thinks of something amazing instead.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

content: no warnings just making out, just some fluff and some romance and Eddie getting to feel like a rock star. Also it's kind of a sequel to my princess Leia costume fic because it's in a very similar vein which wasn't intentional but I incorporated it anyway.

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Eddie would be out of the shower any minute and this time Y/N was sure that she had him. She played with her hair a little more in the mirror and looked at herself in the hellfire t-shirt without pants and grinned, sitting down on the bed nonchalantly and crossing her bare legs. 

When he came in with a towel wrapped around his waist and saw her his eyebrows shot up. 

"Damn you look…really hot." He said, a little dazed for a moment. She stood up and did a little spin and he grinned and did everything in his power to ignore the brief mental flash of Gareth burping his bardic attacks at Hellfire and get back to his super hot girlfriend. 

She leaned in and kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her. 

Fuck yeah dude- give it bigger horns that'll be cooler. He heard in Dustin's voice and he squeezed his eyes shut forcefully as she kissed him. She felt him stiffen and pulled back.

"You good?" She asked, concerned. He nodded too many times and leaned back in to kiss her, stretching her out on his bed. 

"I roll charisma to seduce the barmaid." "Jeff you can't just say that you have to actually seduce her-" 

He just tried to kiss her harder and will his Hellfire idiots out of his head. 

"Wait, why are you calling it the jizz cave?" "Because Mike wrote going spunking in the cave." "Spelunking! Obviously I wrote spelunking. I just have bad handwriting!"

The mental image of Mike Wheeler was a solid enough blast of cold water that he almost threw himself away from her. 

"Whoa, what is wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"It's the shirt. I can't stop thinking about the guys and its really killing the mood." He confessed hastily, and she barked out a laugh.

"Are you joking?" She asked, still thinking it was funny. 

"No! It's weird I don't want any part if hellfire to be sexy I can't think of anything less sexy than Hellfire it's just so many teenage dudes and that room stinks like shit and sometimes Gareth burps his spells and your brother is there- It would be like if I showed up in Dustin's thinking cap to seduce you."

"Oh God gross no way gross gross gross" she said whipping the shirt off her head and across the room.

"Shit, I'm sorry this is like the Leia costume all over again." He said, and she couldn't hold back a cackle remembering him blanching and saying Y/N, it's called the Slave Leia outfit its kinda hard to get turned on when all the can think about is what Jaba put her through. 

"No, it's fine honestly. Now I just wanna see if I can nail down your taste."

"I mean…I can try to think of something if you need a suggestion." He offered and she made a thoughtful face. 

"Nope, I have an idea. This one's gonna work." She said, and stood up to find another shirt. 

"You don't have to get dressed." He complained good naturedly, and laughed when she scrunched up her nose.

"I think I do because now I'm imagining Gareth burping spells and the mood is gonna need at least an hour to recover from that blow." She said, and he laughed too, pulling her into a hug.

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The next Tuesday he and the band were setting up, and he saw Y/N come in wearing her denim patch jacket which was suspiciously zipped up to the top. She didn't come over to say hi like usual and they started to play to the unenthusiastic four drunks.

He kept his eyes on her as he played, picking her favorite next to his band mates annoyance. She was still sitting at the bar and she downed her drink and turned around with a grin. He felt his heart flutter in anticipation when he saw the look of a plan in her eyes as she walked over to the tiny stage and met his gaze so he could sing directly to her. 

He almost laughed in delight when she started to dance. Fully dance, headbanging and all with her hair flying every which way. She sang along to a few lyrics and casually unzipped her jacket while she danced and turned around grinning. 

When he saw her Eddie was a little star struck, seeing her six inches from the stage, dancing and singing along to an original song like she was their biggest fan in a packed stadium, and she was wearing his Corroded Coffin shirt that he hadn't been able to find this morning. 

She danced like that for the whole gig, alternating between losing herself and closing her eyes and making hard eye contact while they grinned at each other. 

For the first time since he began to play at the hideaway he saw one of the regulars start to Bob their head and shimmy their shoulders and pretty soon everybody in the bar was joining in on singing a classic with him.

He had never felt like more of a rock star. This time when they bowed off the stage everybody applauded, earning a few standing ovations. It was a bartender, four people on the verge of blacking out, and the love of his life and he felt like he was playing Madison Square garden. It could've just been her and he would've felt it. 

When he stepped off the stage she launched herself at him in a kiss that he returned with passion he wasn't sure he had ever actually felt so strongly before.

He couldn't even speak afterwards, just gaze at her goofilly until he ran into an amp while walking backwards. He gave her a one minute hand and helped the boys pack the equipment back in the van. 

When he came back he saw her sitting at the bar and running her finger around the rim of a vodka soda. He leaned on the bar next to her and eyed her up and down in his t-shirt and grinned. 

"Enjoy the show?" He asked too casually, and saw a smile play on her lips as she glanced at him. 

"As a matter of fact I did. I'm a pretty big fan." She said coyly.

"Yeah, I think I've seen you in the crowd before. Are you following us on tour?" He asked with a smile, and she looked at him with her big dark eyes under her thick lashes.

"Mmhmm. Can I let you in on a little secret though?" She asked, and leaned in conspiratorially. "Don't get me wrong- I love the band, but the reason I keep coming back is because I really want to sleep with the guitarist."

He grinned and tried to look thoughtful. "Ah, I see. Fans do say that he's the hot one."

"I know they do, that's why I need to get to him first." 

"But he's got this girlfriend, y'know? And like…the guitarist might be hot- he's got nothing on this girl. Total smoke show. Supermodel hot. And cool and funny and smart and brave-" He said, listing off compliments like it was nothing and watched her smile grow.

"That's too bad. I was really looking forward to going back to his place. I was kinda hoping that I'd look so good in this shirt he made himself that he'd want to take it off of me." 

"Yeah, too bad he's gonna miss out…guess you're just stuck with me then." He said, and her eyes narrowed and looked to her left in confusion. 

"Wait, I'm lost- are you not the guitarist in this scenario?"

"I was at first but then I couldn't figure out how to actually hit on you without making it seem like imaginary cheating." 

"Well, let's just consolidate it. I can be a girlfriend and a groupie." She said, the act gone and fully facing him. It was weird to be looked at with such devotion that it still caught him off guard sometimes. 

"Either way I feel like a damn rock star. I mean it- this show was…" he trailed off, unable to even explain how happy he felt in that moment, but the pride in her eyes told him she knew.

"Then let's get you home, rock star. I've always wanted to hook up with a guy at his concert." She stood up and put her arms around his neck.

"Lucky you, I think you'll get that chance…pretty much whenever you want." He offered, and she finally closed the gap to kiss him. He drew back and grinned at her, putting his arm around her and leading her out the door with an affectionate kiss on her head, and his finger hooked on the collar of her t-shirt.

[companionjones]

The Three of Us

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Fandom: Stranger Things

Summary: This takes place during the walk to Nancy’s house in the Upside Down during season 4 of Stranger Things. You and Steve, who have been dating for almost a year, get a chance to ask Eddie Munson a very important question.

Warnings: None that I can think of, this takes place in the Upside Down

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    “I can’t believe you guys have been dealing with this stuff for three years...” Eddie shivered as you, him, and Steve trudged through the Upside Down. Robin and Nancy lead the way a few yards ahead.

    You shrugged, “Well, it’s been on and off, but pretty much, yeah.”

    He shook his head. “Damn. I don’t know how you guys do it. I only found out about Vecna and everything a few days ago, and I’ve been a wreck.”

    “Hey, give yourself some credit,” Steve cut off in a firm voice. “You’ve seen violent deaths in front of you, and you’ve been accused of being a demonic serial killer. None of us have had to deal with any of that shit.”

    “Yeah, the deaths that we’ve seen were no where near as bad as Chrissy and Patrick,” you confirmed. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

    Eddie shuddered, thinking back to the traumatic events.

    “And you’re no pussy, man,” continued Steve, “I was in trouble back there, and you were right behind Y/n, saving my ass.”

    Munson shook his head. “I legit don’t know what got into me. It was bad enough you jumping in, and with how long you were down there--and Y/n too? I mean, Y/n, I know why you went after him. You two are together and everything...but I just...I couldn’t take it.”

    You and Steve exchanged looks. You shared, “Yeah. We know the feeling.” You and Steve continued to have a silent conversation. Both of you were thinking the same thing.

    “Are-uh-are you two okay?” Eddie asked, starting to sweat.

    “Yeah, we’re good,” you smiled. “We were just wondering...Have you ever been in a triad, Eddie?”

    For a moment, Eddie’s eyes went as big as saucers. “What? I-uh-uh-don’t even know what that is...”

    You quirked an eyebrow at the boy with whom you’d been playing D&D for years. “Really? Because last campaign, the Sorrysons were something pretty close to--”

    Eddie cringed, “Okay! Okay, so I know what it is. It doesn’t mean I’ve ever been in one.”

    “That’s fine,” you shrugged, “Me and Steve are asking you if you’d like to start one with us.”

    “WHAT?!” Eddie shrieked so loud that Nancy and Robin turned around to see what had sparked the ridiculous sound.

    It was complicated enough having this conversation with Eddie, you weren’t about to notify the girls just yet. “All good!” you told them, while shooting them a double-thumbs-up.

    Steve confirmed for Eddie. “Come on, dude. It’s not that hard. We’re asking you to get in on our relationship.”

    “I know that,” Eddie blanched. “I just--I’m just--trying to process...W-Why me? You two are perfect for each other.” His insecurities snuck in.

    Again, you and Steve shared a look.

    “I wouldn’t call it perfect,” you started.

    Steve explained, Ever since we got together, we’ve been happy, but--I don’t know--It just feels like something’s missing.”

    “We think that something is you, Eddie,” you revealed.

    Steve continued, “We’ve both had our eyes on you for years, even before we started dating.”

    “We both really like you,” you finished, as smile gracing your cheeks.

    At that point, Eddie’s cheeks were as red as tomatoes. “I...really like you guys, too.”

    “So, what do you say, Munson?” asked Steve, “You want to give this thing a try?”

    Eddie scoffed, “Trust me, I would love to, but we still have to kill Vecna, find our way out of here, and clear my name.” His voice was sarcastically pessimistic.

    “We’ll figure that stuff out. We always do,” you brushed off. “But Steve and I learned when we started seeing each other that our lives are always going to be strange.”

    “It’s better to stop waiting ‘til it’s over, and just start living in it,” Steve completed.

    Eddie nodded, “Okay. So, I guess we’re doing this.”

    “The three of us?” You offered an arm to each of your boys.

    Steve gladly took it. “The three of us.”

    Eddie took your other hand, and your little triad continued on to Nancy’s house. Eddie smiled to himself. “The three of us.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, you should check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

[solarmorrigan]

hello i just found your auction drabble, did you ever continue that? i'd love to hear about the auction itself/what eddie makes steve do—they had such good banter!

Hi there! I'm glad to hear you liked it, though I'm afraid I'm not sure if I'll continue or not. I'm struggling to write things at the moment, and I'm mostly focusing on much shorter pieces

However! Since I wasn't sure if I would ever continue, I did put my ideas for what might happen in the tags of the original post! I know it's not as satisfying as reading it as an actual story, but here's what I put in there:

#obviously Eddie does win the auction (surprisingly stiff competition; he may or may not end up throwing in a little of his own money #even though none of the kids are the top bidders at that point) #and then you can choose your own ending: #either Eddie chickens out and just asks Steve to play roadie for the band on their next gig night #but it works out in his favor anyway because he gets to spend the night watching Steve lifting and carrying and being supportive #while Steve gets to watch the band perform and is lowkey starstruck by Eddie and they smooch about it at the end of the night #OR; Eddie demands the same treatment Steve gave those cheerleaders who won a date with him back in the day #he's sort of joking but Steve takes him very seriously and takes him on a date so sweet and fun that Eddie is almost mad about #being swept off his feet by it #and at the end of the night Steve walks Eddie to his door and Eddie asks if the treatment ends here #or if Steve did anything… else for those girls #Steve; eyebrows raised: Are you asking if I slept with those girls for money? #Eddie; blanching: WAIT SHIT NO- #Steve: Nah I'm kidding. Come inside and fuck me #and Eddie does

(Thinking on it, I've started to lean towards the second option, but both have fun potential. Any of you guys have a preference? Or heck, does anyone have thoughts on how it might go differently?)

[italiansteebie]

i've just now decided to participate in steddie week so here we go. day one: hunger @steddie-week (i know im late shhhhh)

If he was being honest, eddie had been hungry, all day. he'd left without breakfast and admittedly he was way too lazy to pack a lunch.

they were doing a long haul session, starting at 9:30, until... Well when ever it was over, and eddie didn't even begin to think about the food situation.

"eddie, when are we gonna have lunch? im starving here. did you even bring snacks, dude?" dustin's voice floated through the room, the rest off hellfire nodding along with him, and he gave a sheepish look. "sorry," he said, guilt plaguing his tone. dustin blanched, and the rest of the group erupted in protest.

"wait! wait, i can just call steve."

"harrington?" gareth asks apprehensively, dustin nodding along, already making his way to the phone paying no mind to the discomfort of the older boys.

eddie tried to explain to them that harrington, steve, was cool now, but they refuses to see it. he'd been trying to find an excuse for steve to meet them, he wanted them all to be friends. he and steve had been dancing around each other since... the whole thing, and eddie thought it'd be good for steve to meet his friends.

so he went along with dustin's idea.

soon enough steve came crashing through the door with hands full of grocery bags.

he'd really gone all out, snacks and drinks galore, and there was even a container of something that looked suspiciously like homemade cookies.

the session had been paused for food, and rightfully so, eddie was hungrier than he thought he was.

"oh shit, harrington, where did you get these cookies? they're amazing," gareth all but moaned, steve ducking his head, trying to hide his reddening cheeks, "i made them," he shrugs.

and the world stops.

"you... made these?"

"yup" he said cheerfully, popping the p. "awh, stevie. you didn't have to do that." eddie cooed, it was supposed to come across as teasing, but his tone was only fondness.

the rest of hellfire was still raving about the cookies when jeff piped up, "eddie if you don't ask him out, i will. these cookies are too good." and eddie winced. he'd told them about him and steve's little... thing, but never really made any plans to ask steve.

hell, he wasn't even 100% sure that steve even like him like that.

so he took a peak at steve's face, just to gauge his reaction, and well. it was a whole bambi-deer-in-headlights, blushing combo.

"you were gonna ask me out?"

"i mean. it wasn't the plan to do it at hellfire in gareths basement, but... yeah. eventually."

steve was quiet for a moment. "well, go on then."

"what?"

"ask me out, eddie."

eddie's mouth opened and closed a few times, looking around at hellfire who was enraptured with what they were seeing, dustin nodding encouragingly at him.

"so... uh. steve, would you... like to go out with me?"

and suddenly there were lips on his, it took a moment for him to realize what was happening but as soon as his brain caught up, he pulled steve closer and deepened the kiss.

"finally."

and boy. was eddie happy that everyone at hellfire got hangry.

[soulwillower]

interrupted • stan uris

(stanley uris x reader smut)

requested: Can you please do a rough Stanley smut? Like they are friends and he catches her masturbating to him and smut happens. Thank you!   +    Stanley catching you masturbating please 👉👈              +                             hello!! could u do hcs or fic or something with stan being super into dirty talk and not being able to stfu in bed but it’s unexpected bc it’s stan and reader is like 😳 i hope this made sense lol thank u

guys!!! im so sorry i made u all wait so long ahhh, i hope u enjoy!

warning: smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, masturbation, fluff at the end, unedited

[losers + reader are 18+ in this.]

2.5k words

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you sigh, glad that your parents aren't home as you plop down on your bed heavily. you're exhausted and totally pent up, ready to relax after a long day. after working this morning you went to the quarry with the others and soaked in the warm weather until dinnertime. 

but you'd fought with stan on your walk home from the quarry, and now you’re completely tense. he was annoyed because eddie had carried you around in the water, tickling you as you wrapped your hands around his neck. 

stan had no right to be mad, but for some reason he kept saying it was annoying to have to watch - so you'd called him out.

his eyebrows were furrowed as the two of you spat back and forth on the walk home, hair wet and dripping onto your clothes. he'd rolled his eyes hundreds of times at you when you'd tried to reason with him, saying that he was being a dick for no reason, and that he sounded jealous. he just kept rolling those goddamn eyes.

and now, as your hand slips into your panties, you think about how clenched his jaw was when he looked at you and how good he looked in the fading sunlight.

flashes of golden skin shivering with light goosebumps, droplets of water rolling down a bare chest... you shake your head lightly.

you slip your fingers into yourself, pumping slowly and moaning quietly. you just needed to get off, and then you'd feel better.  stan keeps slipping into your mind and it doesn't surprise you, not after going down to the quarry today, playing chicken, and then fighting afterward.

you always forget how tan stan gets from baseball in the summers - and how fit he is. so when richie had insisted he and stan go up against you and bev in a game of chicken and stan was grinning at you, shoving you lightly, you couldn't help but stare. 

of course, bev gave you so much shit but she was staring just as much as you.

so doesn't shock you when stan wont leave your thoughts, your legs twitching in pleasure as you think about your best friend. you sigh, eyes closing. 

stan's immediately there again, smirking at you, laughing and smiling, clenching his jaw, glaring at you, kissing the column of your neck, tossing you onto the bed...

your fingers pick up slightly and you can't help the gasp that leaves your mouth as you think about stan's hands on you. 

"stan," you whimper, biting your lip. your eyes are still screwed shut, one hand fingering yourself and the other on your chest. you can't help but moan out his name again. "please, stan."

but suddenly, you're pulled out of your daydreams as a voice calls out in what was supposed to be your empty room. "you expecting me?"

you open your eyes and stan is standing in your goddamn doorway. your stomach drops. "STAN!" you yelp, hand slipping out of your panties as your hands moving to stable yourself on both sides of your body, your cheeks flaming up. "why are you here, what the fuck?" you hiss. his mouth is slightly open with a half-smirk as he stares at you.

"were you just-" stanley starts and you shake your head violently, "stan, n-no."

he just lifts a brow at you, his cheeks red but his face in a suggestive smirk. "you sure?" he asks, stepping further into your room. your hand moves to clutch your shirt tightly and your stomach coils. "what do you mean?" you ask sheepishly, hoping to god that he didn't hear you. he just smirks, lifting a brow.

since when did stan get this kind of cockiness? you scowl, "why are you even fucking here, stanley?" you say sharply.

"well i was here to talk to you." he says, eyes raking over your figure unabashedly. "but if i'm interrupting something-"

"shut up, stanley." you snap, nostrils flaring in anger. "you're a dick." you mutter, completely embarrassed. you think you might cry because of the way stan's smirking at you, standing above you. 

he's smiling tauntingly and you want to slap him. 

you stand up, hoping to gain some leverage but he doesn't budge as you try to shove him out of your room. you don't care that you're wearing only a t shirt and your panties as you shove at his shoulders, him laughing lightly. 

his hands fall to your wrists, "hey, you can't blame me. that was hot as fuck." he says almost sheepishly and you blanch, eyes wide. he certainly heard you masturbate to him and now he's calling it hot. "wh-what?" you stammer.

he grins at you, relieved that you stopped assaulting him and now he's just holding you, tugging you closer slowly. "well, i'm here now. you don't have to imagine it anymore." he says simply, stating it like its the most simple thing in the world.

 "stan." you whisper, eyes wide in shock. his hands drop your wrists and he slips his arms around your waist to hold you. you put your hands on his shoulders lightly, blinking at him. "y/n." he whispers back, smirking at you. "let me make you feel good." he whispers again and you raise your eyebrows, stomach flipping.

shit, this was a dream. it had to be...

you nod numbly, muttering an, "okay."

and with a smile, he leans down to kiss you. you keen towards him in surprise, hands wrapping around him and holding his shoulders in shock. he nudges you backwards and the two of you fall to your bed. you let out a breath as you hit the mattress, smiling as he leans in to kiss you on the lips. his tongue runs along your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him, feeling him grind softly against your core. "fuck, stan." you whimper into his mouth and he kisses along your jaw, moving his hips against yours again.

"when were you going to tell me you get off to thinking of me?" he mutters into your ear and you swallow, groaning quietly. jesus.

when was anybody going to tell you that stan was such a bold talker in bed? stanley fucking uris?

"d-didn't think you'd care to know." you mutter, face bright red in shock as he thrusts against your hips, both of you moaning softly. he chuckles lightly against your collarbone, sucking a mark lightly before leaning up. 

"i've wanted to hear you say my name like that for a really long time." he says, cheeks turning red, leaning back to take off his shirt. your mouth dries up as his shirt gets discarded on the floor. he always makes you speechless but the sight of stan in between your legs, breathing quickly and muscles contracting and cheeks flushed almost makes you cum instantly. 

he lifts the hem of your shirt and you pull it fully off, pressing a kiss to his lips hotly. he kisses you roughly, tongue licking into your mouth and making you gasp.

he moves between your hips slowly, kissing over your naked chest and licking over your nipples, pulling one into his mouth. you gasp and he smiles, moving to nip softly at your stomach.  "let me see how wet you made yourself thinking of me." he mutters, pulling your legs apart. you smack him in the back of the head in embarrassment and he just chuckles, "don't be like that, y/n/n. i just want to see if i can make you moan my name like that again." he mutters.

with that, he kisses over your clothed clit and you inhale sharply, looking down at him as he stares up at you. you turn red at the sight of stan in between your thighs, shirtless in his boxers with a smirk on his lips and hair tousled. "is this okay?" he asks and you nod desperately. he smiles to himself as he slides your underwear down your thighs, biting his lip.

he leans forward, licking a stripe up your heat and making you groan. he swirls his tongue around your clit and your hand immediately threads through his curls. his hands snake up to hold your waist as he starts to move his tongue, holding you down so you couldn't buck your hips. 

"stan." you whimper, back arching and yelping as he slips a finger inside you. he hums around your clit and your toes curl, gasping and whining as he pumps into you and curling it. his name falls out of your lips like a prayer and he's groaning into you.

"please, stan. i need you." you whimper and stan looks up, his lips shining. he grins at you as your chest rises and falls and he slips another finger inside you. he watches you as your face twists in pleasure and he leans up to kiss you hotly. "you have me, then." he mutters into the shell of your ear as he pulls back, fingers still pumping into you roughly as he palms himself.

you moan as he pulls his fingers out of you and you sit up eagerly, pushing his shoulders lightly so he's sitting as you straddle him, his boxers discarded on the ground. you take his cock in your hand, biting your lips as you realize how fucking big he is. much bigger than expected.

he has a cocky grin on his features that you rarely ever see in every day life - but one which has shown up frequently in the last thirty minutes. you roll your eyes, "don't give me that look, uris." you say as you pump him slowly. "i'll look at you however i want." he sasses, still smirking lightly as he pushes you back down. your eyes widen at his dominance and you moan when he crawls in between your legs and kisses you hard, taking your breath away.

you whimper as he teases his head against your entrance, rubbing you lightly. "please." you whisper against his lips. he huffs lightly, "speak up, baby." he says, making you scowl. "god, you're so annoying." you say, your face red. 

he laughs, still rubbing his cock against your clit and making you groan in need. "c'mon, you can do it." he whispers against your lips.

it's so hot, the way that stan talks to you like this, your best friend....

"please fuck me, stan." you whimper, your hands around his shoulders squeezing. he chuckles, "that wasn't so hard, was it baby?" he says, winking at you. you don't have time to respond though as he pushes his cock inside you, making you gasp and rake your nails down his back. 

he stills once he's buried to the hilt, kissing you as he waits for you to adjust to his size. after a few moments, he moves his hips against you, fingers rising up to tease your nipples as he starts to fuck into you. you can't speak as he fucks into you, shocked with bliss and surprise that this is happening.

he tuts. "suddenly so shy. you weren't so quiet when i wasn't in the room." stan mutters as he fucks into you, his thin necklace chain glinting by the light of your lamp. your cheeks heat up again, completely shocked that stan, the boy who loves bird watching, could say things like this. 

it's incredibly hot.

"stan, oh my god." you whimper as he hits deep inside of you, your toes curling as he pulls your hips closer and up off the bed. "you like how i make you feel?" he mutters, sucking a mark into your neck. "yes, please don't stop." you whimper, loving how he fills you up. he's hitting deep into you and you can't stop whimpering.

"so good, baby. you touch yourself and think of me, huh?" he mutters and you whimper, nodding as he fucks you into your mattress, his finger snaking down to rub your clit. your eyebrows scrunch in pleasure, moving your hips with his in time, chasing the pleasure you know is about to release in your body.

"fuck, y/n/n. love the sounds you make." he whispers into your ear, rubbing your clit in figure eights. you moan even louder because of his words, knowing you're about to cum. "stan, i- i'm gonna cum." you say quietly. he thrusts harder, hands squeezing your hip and thigh as he slams into you. he hums, "yeah you are, baby." he mutters and that pushes you over the edge. 

you clench on his cock as he rides you through your high, your voice whimpering and moaning loudly as he whispers the dirtiest words you've ever heard in your ear, thumb rubbing against your clit and making you clench your thighs around his waist. his thrusts become sloppy and with a, "fuck, y/n." he groans. you feel him spill inside you, stilling as he finishes. he kisses your neck, sucking lightly as he collapses next to you on the mattress and pulls out of you slowly.

 "holy shit, stan." you say breathlessly as he pulls you closer to him, your skin hot. you're breathing heavily as your bodies meld together, stan kissing your hairline softly. "y/n," he says, looking down at you. you look up at him, unsure about what's about to happen. he's running his hands up and down your bare back softly, giving you light goosebumps.

"i... uh, i really like you." he says with a blinding smile, his cheeks red. your eyes are wide again, "i like you too, stan. i- i think i made that pretty obvious." you say with a light giggle, nuzzling into his neck. he chuckles, arms wrapping tightly around you. 

you pull back to look at him as you realize something, "stan... i can't believe - you just pulled a full 180. what the fuck was that?" you laugh as you meet his eyes. 

he looks sheepish, "sorry." 

you shake your head with a smile, "that was... i liked it, a lot. who knew that you had a think for talkin-" he cuts off your words as he pinches your ass, chuckling into a kiss. he pulls you closer, hand smoothing over your side as you sigh, loving the feeling of him all over you. you break away from the kiss. "shut up, y/n." he says, kissing your head lightly.

its comfortably silent for a few moments. 

"by the way, i came over here to apologize." he mutters, and you look up at him. "oh, is that so?" you ask with a smirk and he rolls his eyes, "yeah, yeah. sorry that i was a dick earlier. i was... jealous." he mutters.

you almost laugh, "no! really? you?" you ask jokingly and he shoves you, taking his arms off of you. you laugh, rolling your eyes at the boy. 

"shut up." he mutters, kissing next to your ear. you laugh again lightly, sighing.

then he kisses your cheek and turns to starts to pull up his boxers. "where are you going?" you whine, slightly nervous he'll leave you. he shrugs and you watch his shoulders shake as he laughs. "we're getting ice cream, you asshole." he mutters.

you smile, shaking your head as your face flushes. what the fuck just happened?

[stellarstacey]

Ok, so here's one I've been thinking about. So Buck is off when the rest of the firefam are at work, maybe he has a doctor's appointment , and then a big accident happens, like a coffee shop collapses and he's there with Maddie? And when the firefam get there, Maddie gets out and is like "Bucks in there". And to lessen the angst, buck's not too injured, just trapped, and it's Eddie's reaction to that? And trying to find him? Idk, I just kinda wanna see Eddie worry and maybe realise his feelings?

Eddie was bored out of his mind. His shift was crawling by. Normally, he never really saw the time go by and now he was starting to see that that had a lot do with his best friend. Shifts without Buck were tortuously long and boring. Buck brought a certain energy to the team that was severely lacking today. Eddie sighed as he plopped down on the couch next to Chim. 

“Any news?” Eddie asked Chim who shrugged. 

“Why don’t you just text him yourself?” Chim asked and Eddie rubbed the back of his neck.

“I already texted him like 40 times today...” Eddie muttered in embarrassment and Chim snorted. 

“He is officially off blood thinners starting today according to Maddie.” Chim told him and Eddie smiled. 

That was great news. 

“They still at the hospital?” Eddie asked and Chim nodded. 

“They are just running a few more simple tests, standard stuff.” Chim said and Eddie nodded, when the alarm went off. 

They rushed to the truck. 

“What do we got?” Eddie heard Bobby ask in the headset. 

“Explosion at Good Samaritan Hospital.” The Chief stated and Eddie froze and the bile rose in his throat. 

He exchanged a look with Chim, who had blanched.

“Buck and Maddie are there!” Eddie call out and Bobby slammed on the gas. 

It was pure chaos when they arrived. People were running out of the hospital. Police were trying to get things under control. Eddie could see Athena trying to herd them into one place. Eddie headed for the doors only to be stopped by Bobby.

“We need to get our orders first, Diaz.” Bobby stated calmly but he had a furrowed brow.

“Buck is in there!” Eddie stated as he looked at the burning floor a few stories high. 

“I get that but the place might be rigged with more explosives.” Bobby said and Eddie glared. 

“Exactly why I need to get in there! Get out of my way!” Eddie growled but Bobby held him back.

“I get that your friend is in there, Diaz but...” Bobby started and Eddie scoffed.

“That’s not my friend in there, Cap. It’s fucking Buck. It’s Buck...” Eddie’s voice cracked and Bobby frowned. 

“I know and that is why I know not to panic. Buck is smart. He knows what he’s doing.” Bobby tried to reassure. 

“Maddie!” Chim called out and Eddie turned to see Maddie run out of the hospital without a scratch and into Chim’s arms. Eddie waited for Buck but when he didn’t show up he cursed. 

“Where’s your brother?” Eddie asked Maddie and she whimpered. 

“He said he needed to help get more people out...Told me to go. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Maddie whispered and Eddie cursed again.

“Goddamn, hero complex!” Eddie growled and then the parking lot shook and the windows on another floor busted out as another explosion rocked the building. 

Eddie felt his knees give out but Bobby caught him. He could hear Maddie’s screams but they sounded distant...like a ringing in his ears.

“No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.” Eddie choked out as he looked up at the burning building as swat and the bomb squad ran into it. 

"Gloria al Padre, y al Hijo, y al Espíritu Santo, como era en el princípio, ahora y siempre, por los siglos de los siglos. Amén." Eddie prayed under his breath as Bobby held him. 

“Eddie, you need to breathe, kid.” Bobby tried but Eddie shook his head. 

“I can’t do this...I can’t lose him. I won’t survive it.” Eddie whispered and Bobby rubbed his back soothingly. 

“We don’t know anything yet.” Bobby whispered pulling the younger man closer. 

“Bobby...I can’t...I need him. I need him like fucking oxygen.” Eddie muttered and Bobby nodded. 

“I know. I know.” Bobby whispered before slowly bringing him to the back of the truck. 

Hen and Chim were right beside him. Chim was giving him oxygen which was so fucking stupid...Buck was the one in there and Eddie was the one having a goddamn panic attack. Eddie didn’t know how long he stared at the back of the truck as people blurred around him. Bobby said he was in no condition to help and told him not to move. Eddie just stared at the back of the other firetruck memorizing it’s details. He felt someone sit next to him...probably Chim checking in on him. He felt someone bumped his shoulder and froze. Only one person ever did that...Eddie closed his eyes. 

“A little birdy told me you were having a bad day.” Buck teased and Eddie turned to look at him and let out a breath of relief. 

Not a single scratch or bruise. 

“I’m pretty sure I went into cardiac arrest about four times.” Eddie whispered and Buck snorted. 

“I’m good, man.” Buck told him and for good measure squeezed Eddie’s shoulder. 

At the contact, Eddie let out a choked sob and Buck pulled him into a hug. 

“I’m okay. I’m okay, Eds.” Buck whispered into his ear. 

“I thought...I thought I lost you.” Eddie cried into Buck’s shoulder.

“I’ll always make my way back to you.” Buck whispered gently and Eddie gripped him tight.

“I don’t want to pretend anymore.” Eddie murmured and Buck tensed. 

“Pretend?” Buck asked as he pulled away. 

“That I am not completely head over heels in love with you.” Eddie whispered and Buck blinked at him. 

“Oh shit...Man I don’t feel the same way at all...” Buck said with a firm shake of his head and Eddie felt his heart stop again and his breathing hitch and Buck frowned at him.

“Fuck! Shit! Eddie, I’m fucking with you! Shit, I’m sorry that was messed up! I’m sorry please don’t hate me. I love you, too. I’m pretty sure I loved you first to be honest and I’m sorry please breath for me.” Buck panicked and Eddie glared at him.

“Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack!” Eddie growled before slamming his lips against Buck’s, who melted into him. 

[eddie-boii]

Never Let You Go (part 1/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change).

Pairings: Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh and Ben Hanscom.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Richie was settling for a quiet night in. He’d been invited to a premiere of some horror movie but, after the shit he’d seen, he found them kind of bland. No amount of fancy editing and special effects could scare him when he’d faced the real thing. And besides, red carpets and chatting cordially with interviewers and smiling for cameras while dressed in an uncomfortable suit all required far more effort than he was willing to give. He was more than content with staying home in a ratty old t-shirt and boxer shorts, a can of beer in hand as he watched reruns of old nineties sitcoms. But his classy evening was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Bev?” said Rich after he’d hastily tugged on some pants and opened the door.

“Hi, Rich. Sorry to just turn up like this...” Beverly gave him a tight smile, her eyes glancing up only briefly before moving to focus on the floor, and Richie frowned because something was obviously up.

“You okay?”

“I-” she started but broke off, swallowing. “Um… can I come in?”

“Oh shit,” said Richie abruptly, realising they were still hovering in the doorway. “Yeah, yeah, of course.” He ushered her inside towards the living room, then quickly removed some empty beer cans and piles of clean laundry he had yet to put away so she had space to sit down. He sat beside her on the couch and she faced him, her legs pulled up as she leaned into the soft backrest of the couch. “What’s up?”

Beverly swallowed. “Um, something happened between me and Ben…”

“Oh shit,” said Richie eloquently. He’d thought she and Ben would last forever; the guy doted on her completely and they were perfect together. “Shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I-” She frowned then looked up at him finally. “Rich, do you remember when we were kids and we said if we were both single by fourty we’d marry each other?”

Richie blanched. He had not been expecting that. “Um…” he said, face bright red as he looked anywhere but at Beverly. “I mean… Well, yeah, but... I- I’d had my heart set on being married to Eddie’s mom by now and -” Shit. How do you tell your best friend you’re actually super gay and have been hiding it from her for years coz you’re a damn coward?

“Richie,” Beverly said softly. She was still looking at him tenderly and reached over to take his hand. “Rich, will you -”

Shit shit shit.

“- be my man of honour.”

Richie blinked. He gaped. Then Beverly pulled a ring out of her jacket pocket and slipped it onto her ring finger, wiggling the impressive diamond in front of Richie’s face.

“Ben proposed,” she said, her facade finally cracking to make way for a grin.

“You- you-” Richie stared at her and then leapt to his feet. “YOU ASSHOLE!” he exclaimed as Beverly burst into a fit of laughter, her whole body shaking and her hand clamped over her mouth in a meagre attempt to stifle the sound. “YOU FUCKER! YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT TO A GUY! I WAS MENTALLY PLANNING TO JUMP ON A PLANE TO BERMUDA AND LIVE OUT THE REST OF MY LIFE AS A HERMIT!”

Beverly had tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she gasped out finally. “I-” More laughter - “I couldn't resist. Your face…” She pointed at him before dissolving into more giggles. “Fuck, my cheeks are cramping.”

Richie slumped back down beside her and glared at her, which was a mighty feat as he was trying not to laugh too. “You are such a dick,” he said, then tugged her towards him in a tight hug. “Congratulations, you fucking asshole, of course I’ll be your man of honour. Jesus Christ.”

Beverly just buried her face in his shoulder until her laughter finally died down. It took quite a while and when she finally pulled back, smile apparently fixed permanently to her face, she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Do I get to wear a beautiful flowing dress?” he asked her, framing his face in his hands and giving her his best girly grin.

“You can wear whatever you like, babe,” she told him, then she gave a pointed look at his current attire. “As long as it’s not that.”

“Rude,” said Richie, feigning offence. “I am a fashion icon. So do I get to come help you pick a dress? Write the wedding invites? Uh… I don’t know what else happens at weddings.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ll have Stanley to help you,” she told him.

“I thought people only had the one man-slash-maid of honour?” said Richie.

“Fuck traditions,” shrugged Beverly. “And no offence, but I do not trust you with organising a wedding.”

“That’s fair,” said Richie who could barely organise his own life. “So when’s the special day?”

“January sometime,” Beverly replied. “We’ll have a little ceremony with just the Losers, then a bigger one with family and colleagues and everything.” She smiled, her eyes twinkling like she could already envision the day.

Richie couldn’t help but smile too. “Sounds perfect,” he said, honest and sincere for once.

Beverly pulled him into another hug then stood. “I’d better be off,” she said. “There’s so much shit to do, you have no idea. I’ll let you get back to your-” She glanced around at the six-pack of beers, the TV, and the general mess - “busy schedule,” she finished.

“Do I detect a hint of judgement?” Richie said, raising an eyebrow as he walked her to the door.

“None at all,” said Beverly, smiling innocently. “See you later, babe.”

“Farewell, honey-bun,” said Richie with a wink and Beverly rolled her eyes before making her exit.

Richie returned to his well-worn spot on the couch with a grin still plastered on his face. He hadn’t been to a wedding in years, and definitely not one for people he actually cared about. One where he’d be surrounded by the people he loved most in the world.

Halfway through another sitcom episode, he pulled out his phone and shot a text to Ben:

[8:57] Richie: Congratulations hot stuff how much did you fork out for that ring?

A reply arrived only a few minutes later full of heart and sparkle emojis that Ben was overly fond of using. 

[9:01] Handsome Haystack: I can’t believe she said yes!!!!! And ok it was a lot but still less than she’s worth

[9:02] Richie: Thanks gonna go vomit now brb

[9:02] Handsome Haystack: You’re just jealous

[9:04] Richie: Well how can I not be? It’s not my fault you’re so stinking hot now!! Bev better watch out

There were a good few splurges of keyboard smashes before another text came through: 

[9:09] Handsome Haystack: Oh Rich you know you've only gotta ask ;)

Richie snorted.

[9:10] Richie: Hi Bev you got back quick

[9:10] Handsome Haystack: Ben was waiting down the street :)

[9:12] Richie: Give him a smooch from me

Another round of keyboard smashes, then: 

[9:15] Handsome Haystack: So Bev says hi

[9:16] Richie: Did she give you that smooch?

[9:16] Handsome Haystack: She did

Richie could imagine the crimson blush spread across Ben’s face and grinned.

[9:18] Richie: Soooo who are you picking as best man? Shame I can’t do both

[9:19] Handsome Haystack: Eddie and Mike

[9:19] Handsome Haystack: We have other plans for Bill

[9:20] Handsome Haystack: And uhh just so you know

[9:20] Richie: What?

[9:23] Handsome Haystack: It’s a tradition for the maid of honour to dance with the best man

[9:23] Handsome Haystack: Man of honour in this case of course

Richie blanched. He’d have to dance with Eddie… Or Mike, of course, but… Well, if he had to choose...

[9:28] Richie: What happened to Bev saying fuck tradition??

[9:28] Handsome Haystack: She’s very insistent on this one

“That sneaky little-” Richie muttered under his breath, picking up his can of beer for strength.

[9:29] Handsome Haystack: And you’ll also be walking down the aisle together

This was almost to much for Richie’s system and he started choking on the beer he’d just taken a sip of.

[9:30] Richie: Do I have to???

[9:30] Handsome Haystack: For the bride :) 

Richie swore under his breath.

[9:34] Richie: Fine.

[9:34] Handsome Haystack: Love you! xoxo

Richie grunted and turned off his phone, then turned it back on again to send a begrudging ‘Love you too’. He went back to staring at the TV but didn’t take any of it in.

He’d have to dance. With Eddie.

Walk down the wedding aisle. With Eddie.

He hadn’t even let himself dream of such things.

He ran a hand down his face, his stubble rough on his palm, and groaned. Then he grabbed another beer and decided he’d deal with this in the morning after he’d drunk every can he had. * Next