#all eddie had done was grinned and said thanks for telling me but you're still buying the next round

[exhuastedpigeon]

Eddie’s going to be the last one of the team Buck comes out to and he’s going to be supportive because of course he is. He loves Buck, he just wants Buck to be happy and fuck Buck looks so happy - so free - now that he's figured out this part of himself.

But it’s also going to hurt like a bitch feeling like Buck trusts him least. Even though it isn’t that at all. It’s that Buck is terrified because what Eddie thinks of him matters so much, because he doesn't want Eddie to think he's been lying to him about such a huge part of himself.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie has strong feelings for Steve. Feelings he thought he had gotten rid of once Steve rescued him from hell. His hatred of him didn't even make sense, even before all of this. So, because he's a jock he has to be a jerk like all the rest? Eddie had made an assumption about him and Lucas just like they made about him. He hated that he had done that. It hadn't been his proudest moment. Now, those frustrating feelings are resurfacing, which is ridiculous because not only is he a good guy, but he is also a complete dork as well and he's so fucking great with the kids. He should be happy that he's friends with him, so why does his stomach feel like there's a bird trying to get out of its cage when he looks at Steve?

"Eddie, man, why are you scowling at me?" Steve asked.

He was hanging out with Steve, Robin, and Robin's girlfriend, Vickie. It was supposed to be a nice, casual get-together. Of course, Eddie had to ruin it.

"I hate you!" Eddie burst out.

There was silence in the living room as everyone stared at him. Steve looked hurt. Robin looked angry, and if Vickie wasn't holding her back, Eddie was sure she would rip out his throat with her bare hands.

"What?" Steve asked.

"It doesn't make any sense why I do, though!" Eddie burst out. "Because you're a great guy! Fantastic even! When I look at you, I get these feelings in my chest that annoy the fucking shit out of me. Everything about you is so fucking perfect like a goddamn prince out of a storybook! With your perfect hair, your perfect eyes, and your perfect teeth. My God, you're even great with the kids! When you talk about going out on dates, I hate that, too! I know you're just trying to do that to get over Nancy. Speaking of Nancy, I like her and all, but when I think about you two together, it makes my fucking skin scrawl! What the fuck is that? I mean, I like Nancy, but fuck, the idea of you two together makes me want to rip off my own eyebrows and eat them! Jesus H Christ! There's no reason for me to hate you, and yet somehow . . . Wait, why are you guys laughing?"

Vickie was giggling into Robin's shoulder while Robin laughed into a pillow. Steve was laughing with his hands over his eyes.

"He's so cute!" Vickie laughed.

"Why are you guys laughing at me?" Eddie asked. "Stop it!"

"You poor Dingus!" Robin laughed.

"What?!" Eddie asked.

"You like me, Eddie," Steve said.

"Yeah, I like you, but I also seem to hate you," he sighed.

"No, I mean, you like me," Steve said, standing up.

"You said that already," Eddie replied.

"Alright, can I do something so I can get my point across?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, do whatever you want to me, man," Eddie said and Steve grinned widely.

"Within reason, Steven!" Robin exclaimed.

Steve cupped his face and kissed him. Eddie gasped, a jolt of what felt like electricity shot through him. He liked it. The kiss was short and to the point. Steve pulled away.

"Oh, I like you! Oh, thank God! I thought I hated you! Wait, am I gay? No, I still like like girls. . .hold on, give me a minute," Eddie said, raising his finger to do invisible math in the air.

"You like this man, Steve?" Robin asked as they watched Eddie erase something.

"Oh, yeah," Steve replied.

"I've never actually seen someone figure out their sexuality before," Vickie said.

"Oh, I had a chance to do that with Steve. It was a wonderful experience. Definitely a lot less stupid than this," Robin said.

"I like both!" Eddie exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "And I like you!"

"I like both too, Eddie, and I like you too," Steve laughed. "I'm bisexual."

"Bi - sex - u - al," Eddie said like, drawing out the words, and he shook his head from side to side as if rolling the word around in his head. "Yes! Me too! Bisexual! Does this mean this is a double date now?"

Steve grinned, sat down on the love seat, and pulled him into his lap.

"Definitely," Steve said.

"Let me tell you, I feel this huge relief now that I know I like you," Eddie said. "I can't believe I thought I hated you!"

"Dingus!" Robin giggled.

"How long are you guys going to laugh at me about this?" Eddie pouted as Steve shook with laughter beneath him.

"Forever!"

Eddie buried his head into Steve’s neck as he laughed with them, sighing in contentment when Steve kissed his forehead.

[livwritesstuff]

inspired by a reply @gregre369 left on yesterday’s post. this is why i love this site so much bc i had this idea floating aimlessly around my brain for such a long time and then someone says something that just connects all the dots for me so - much thanks <3

tw: brief reference to domestic violence

One of parenthood’s biggest surprises (in Eddie’s opinion, anyway) was how easy talking to his and Steve’s daughters about why his parents aren’t in his life was.

He’d figured it’d be hard to figure out exactly how to explain that his mother's death was the end result of domestic violence caused by his father, who had died in prison twenty years later – but…that about covers it, honestly. Sure, the exact rendition of the story the girls hear varies as they get older, but…it’s pretty straightforward, actually.

Explaining Steve’s situation turned out to be way more complicated for…well, for a lot of reasons, and the fact that his parents are still alive and breathing and choosing to not be around didn't help things at all.

It also didn't help that the girls totally saw Jim and Joyce as Steve’s parents, but it did lead to a conversation that Eddie doesn't think he'll ever forget:

It happened when he was passing through the kitchen to see that Steve was cooking with Moe.

"What're we up to in here?" he asked.

At four years old (she’s actually almost five), Moe has yet to outgrow a phase of picky eating that had started out right around her second birthday. Steve is trying out a new method where he involves Moe in the cooking process in the hopes that she then actually wants to eat the product of her hard work when it’s done. He's seeing varying levels of success.

“We're making burgers,” Moe said, “Poppy’s recipe.”

Eddie looked at Steve skeptically, “Poppy Jim or Poppy Joyce?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “I’m telling Joyce you said that.”

And then he added, “Jim.”

Satisfied, Eddie continued on his way.

“How come you call your dad Jim?” Moe asked.

And that had Eddie pausing in the hallway just out of their line of sight.

“Well, Poppy’s not my dad, sweet pea,” Steve replied.

“Did you not have a dad?”

“I did have a dad – I do. He lives in Indiana with my mom. We don't really talk to each other anymore though."

"Why?"

"When I was younger, I decided that they didn’t take care of me like I needed them too, and Jim and Joyce stepped in to be like my parents instead."

It's not completely accurate, Eddie knows (and he doesn't love the way Steve is shifting culpability away from his parents because that shit was fully on them, but whatever; it's his story and he can tell it however he wants), but just like how their daughters don't have a completely accurate picture of what happened to Eddie's mom either, they know what they need to know for now and they'll hear more down the line.

“But what did your mom and dad do?” Moe asked.

"Well, you know how Daddy and I read to you and play with you and put you to bed and make food for you – it was a little different because I was older and I needed different stuff than that, but…”

Eddie watched Steve look back at their oldest daughter, watched him see the look of confusion in her big brown eyes.

“They didn’t do that?” Moe asked, sounding perplexed.

Steve shook his head, and Moe continued to look at him as if he might suddenly tell her he was joking.

“That’s crazy,” Moe finally said, and Steve let out a laugh.

“It is kinda crazy, isn’t it?” he agreed, “That’s why I love being your dad so much, because it’s actually so easy to want to take care of you. Even though you sometimes like to make it hard on purpose, right?”

“Yeah,” she grinned proudly, “Like when I make you snuggle me more at bedtime and you fall asleep by accident and then the kitchen is messy in the morning."

"Uh-huh," Steve said, poking her in the side so she giggled, "Exactly like that."

"You're a good dad," Moe told him.

"You think?" Steve asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"The best dad."

“The best?” he repeated, “Can’t let Daddy hear that.”

“He can hear it.”

[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man: Epilogue

Fic Summary: Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

Chapter Summary: Corroded Coffin takes flight, and you're on air.

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“Oh, is it on? Sorry about that everyone! You’d think after a year on air I’d get this cue right, but apparently we’re still working out some of the technical bugs for getting that timing right. Anyway, welcome back to LTRD, The Right Road to Good Music.” 

That was a lie, you hadn’t missed the cue. You had only ever missed the cue once on your first week on air, and the few listeners had found it so funny that you had been instructed to keep it as a bit. The radio persona you put on was a bit more air-headed than you might have picked out for yourself, but you had fun with it. 

In all the time you had tried to be on stage, who knew that you’d do better when no one could see you? The sound mixers not-withstanding, of course. 

“In studio today we actually have Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin fame here to tell us about their new studio album.” You smiled across the table at your boyfriend, who was leaning back casually in his chair, as if he’d done this a hundred times.

And he might as well have with how many times you two went over everything the past week to get ready for this interview. 

“It was going to be a garage album, but it turns out the studio doesn’t want everything recorded on a tape recorder.” He gave you a winning smile that still gave you butterflies, even now a little over a year later.

“With the way your popularity has taken off in the area, I’m sure more than a few people would be willing to shell out for that.” 

“Maybe, but we aren’t shell outs.” Eddie looked at you with the biggest grin and you had to take a deep breath. That had NOT been in your practice, and you were so mad that stupid joke almost made you laugh. 

“Welp, this has been a good interview, but we’re gonna have to cut it short- I’m joking, Merv.” You said to the station director who was shooting you a look. “So, tell us about the new album.”

“Thanks for having me on to talk about this.” Eddie said, fiddling with one of his rings. His hair had grown even longer in the past year, falling down just passed his chest now. His arms had a few more tattoos, and you knew from up close and personal experience that his thighs now had a few very nice pieces. You tried not to think about that while you were on air. “The new album is coming out this October, and it’s called Fire Shroud. The whole album is heavily inspired by a Dungeons and Dragons campaign that we all played together a few years ago.”

“Dungeons and Dragons?” you asked, pretending to know less than you did for the sake of the interview. “Pretty brave to say that on air. I think we had a few people storm the phone lines a few weeks ago for dating to mention the game.” 

Eddie grabbed the mic and pulled it closer to him. “I want people to know that enjoying fantasy, using your imagination, and learning basic math isn’t even close to the Satanic bullshit people say it is- wait, can I say that on air?” 

You looked at the clock, it was just passed 1 am. “Fuck no.” you smiled at him.

“Good.” he continued. “Listen, whatever freaky sacrificial rituals I do, happen in my off time when I’m not playing music or running a game.”

“I take it that the blood just gets all over the game board?”

“I spend so long painting my game pieces, so I don’t like getting blood on my hard work.” 

The interview went on like this for a while, and you and Eddie effortlessly went through the basic points that you two needed to hit. The albums release, how excited Corroded Coffin was to be working on this, and how excited they were to hopefully put the game that meant so much to them in a better light. 

“So, if anyone wants to come see Corroded Coffin live, where can they go to see you?” 

“We’re actually playing a few venues and theaters in the Indianapolis area next month, we’ll be sharing the stage with a few other bands. We are also going to be helping out with one of the shows at the latest Rocky Horror Picture Show revival soon.” 

Columbia (you were sure Robin told you her real name at some point, but she would always be Columbia in your mind), had staged a coup after the theater had been handed over to Left Turn. She had taken the remaining members and had gone to another theater. When news about Corroded Coffin’s graduation take-over hit, she had Robin reach out to you and you had talked to Eddie and everything came together pretty easily from there. It would only be for one night, but you found yourself really looking forward to seeing the show again. 

Merve signaled at you to wrap it up, and when the light went off you sighed and sagged in your seat. Eddie got up to get you some coffee, and you were thankful for that. Being a late night radio host had made your sleep schedule a bit weird, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. 

“Are we still on for breakfast when you get off?” He asked. “Still doing a double date with Steve and his latest girlfriend?” 

You snorted. “As far as I know. He might sleep in again and miss it.”

“Well, if he does then we’ll just get breakfast to go and I can keep you to myself then.” Eddie said. “I’ll need a nap after this.”

“You know, you don’t have to stick around. You can go home and get some sleep.” you suggested. “Just because I’m here all night, it doesn’t mean that you have to be. You already spend most of your time down the hall with the rest of the boys.” 

“I gotta make sure no creeps call in and try and flirt with you.” he said. “Not while I’m here.” 

“Eddie, I do this five nights a week, and I’ve only had, what, maybe 3 creeps call in and most times Merv is able to catch them before they make it on air.” You reached up and scratched at his scalp. “I appreciate the concern, though.” 

Eddie yawned and closed his eyes. “I’m not leaving.” he mumbled, his eyes closing. “If I go home, I know I’ll miss picking you up.” 

“We drove here separately.” you laughed. “Go take a nap on the couch in the break room. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” 

“Fine, but I’m taking your blanket.” He said, grabbing the fleece that was draped over your chair. Eddie leaned in and gave you a kiss. “Knock ‘em dead, baby.” 

“Only if you bury them.” you smiled back at him. 

The night went on with music, call-ins, news, and weather. When the first rays of morning light peaked through the windows of Left Turn Studios, you signed off, got your notes from Merv, and went to the break room where your boyfriend was already nursing a room temperature cup of coffee.

“Let’s get you some real coffee.” you took the flimsy cup away from him and tossed it in the trash. 

Eddie stood up and leaned in and kissed you, his hand cupping your jaw. You hummed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“What was that for?” you asked as he pulled back. 

“It’s a better wake up than shitty coffee.” He said, kissing your forehead. “But now I want mediocre coffee.” 

It was a surprisingly cool morning as the two of you stepped out of the studio. You said your hellos to the morning shift as they filed in, and Eddie walked you to your car. “See you at the diner. If Harrington doesn’t show up within fifteen minutes, we’re taking our food to go.” 

“Can’t argue with that.” You agreed. 

Within an hour, you were dozing off on Eddie’s chest in bed together. Your leftover breakfast pushed to the side as MTV played some song that you were glad you didn’t have to put on your show. Eddie’s arm was around your shoulders and tracing patterns absently against your skin. 

There had once been a time where you felt like a fish out of water, and then later you could breathe. Now, so long after making the dumb little deal with Steve you realized you weren’t meant for the land or sea. 

From now on, you could fly.

a/n: The End

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[sevenmerrymagpies]

Chapter 5 is up alongside this amazing art by @cuips-not-cute

Go read on Ao3 or read a teaser behind the cut

Steve kept on telling himself that this wasn't a date. Just because Eddie had agreed to meet up on Valentine's Day didn't mean anything. It meant he was free on a Tuesday, like he said on the phone. Steve wished his heart didn't beat a little faster, and he didn't feel a little wistfully hopeful thinking about how Eddie was spending today with him.

This would have been so much easier if Steve hadn't started this all with that stupid one hundred dollars that he had in his wallet the first time he met up with Eddie. If he just asked him out and risked rejection. If he hadn't been so damn scared, everything would be better, and he wouldn't be tied up in knots wondering if he was going on some sort of pseudo-date.

He couldn't stop himself from dressing nicely. It was like the second time he'd gone to see Eddie, wanting to treat the meet-up like a date or something. It was a stupid thought, but it felt worse not to dress up.

At least this time, he knew better what Eddie liked, and Eddie loathed outfits he associated with the snobby Country Club uniform of conformity. Eddie preferred jeans over khakis, for example, which was perfect because Steve preferred them too, and jeans made his ass look great. No polos because they were for yuppies, but a button-down was fine for some reason.

His final outfit was a pressed blue button-down with jeans and a matching brown belt with brown loafers. He sprayed on cologne, the one that Eddie had liked that one time he dressed up before, and looked at himself in the mirror. He tousled his hair a few times, trying to get it to lie right before he was happy with what he saw. He looked good. He looked fit and sharp. Hell, he even seemed happy. He hoped Eddie liked what he saw because Steve knew, no matter what, Eddie would look amazing tonight.

Steve showed up on time, seven on the dot, about an hour and a half after Wayne would have left for work, and knocked on the door to the trailer. He had his backpack in hand, with something to sleep in, a change of clothes, and all the other supplies he thought he might need that night. The change of clothes was a presumption, but it was at the bottom of the bag. And if he wasn't right about his chances of sleeping over, then Eddie would never have to know about it.

"Come on in, Harrington," Eddie said with a grin, his hands behind him as he bowed forward like a maitre d' at a restaurant.

"Thanks, Munson," Steve said as Eddie closed the door behind him.

Steve turned back to Eddie, not knowing what to expect. He'd come to expect something, maybe Eddie crowding him against the table, since Eddie liked to take control on nights like these, only to find a long-stemmed single red rose in his face.

"I wasn't sure if you would remember it was Valentine's Day today because I didn't until I got to school and they were selling roses for your sweetheart," he said with a joking leer, but there was still a rose in Steve's face. A Hawkins High Sweetheart rose. "And since you're such a sweetheart to me the way you get on your knees, I thought I'd give you a rose."

"I, uh—" Steve's heart fluttered as he stammered over what to say.

Eddie smirked, giving Steve a once-over. "I figured since you dressed up, you knew it was Valentine's Day."

"I might have figured it out, yeah." Now, he wished he'd done more, like making his brownies. Eddie had enjoyed them before.

"And what exactly would you like to do today?" Eddie purred his words at Steve, and he could feel the tension spark between the two of them. Even as Eddie liked to take control, Steve was ultimately in charge of the situation. He told Eddie what he wanted, and Eddie made sure he got it.

"I want you to fuck me," he said before he lost his nerve

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise. "Woah, that was not what I expected."

"I keep thinking—" Steve began.

"You've been thinking about me?" Eddie asked.

Steve couldn't deny it.

"Of course," he said. "I've been thinking about you inside me."

Finish reading on Ao3

[riddle-me-ri]

Your Riddlers are ✨️pure gold✨️, Ri! If you'll have time and will like the idea: small drabble about s/o comforting injured Arkham Riddler, he always looks so tired...

have a nice day and pls rest I beg

A/N: aww thank you so much sweet anon! Heeyyyy arkhamverse eddie lets gooo…only the second eddie I’m nervous about writing outside of headcanons hehe, I do wanna get better at him I do but god, there are just so many better writers for him hnngg

Trigger Warning: none, you call Ed an asshole but that's a given

Word Count: 712

Arkhamverse Riddler x Reader - Hold Still

“Ow! Stop! I can do this by myself! As I’ve already told you, you ignorant, stubborn–” 

“Ed! Stop moving and it won’t hurt! I swear to God…HOLD STILL!” 

“You can’t tell ME, Edward Nygm-AH!” 

You pulled a tiny sliver of glass out from his arm, before raising an eyebrow at him with a small grin growing to the side of your face. 

Silently daring him to continue challenging you. 

He groaned, annoyed but said nothing. 

Of course, he stayed silent not nearly as long as he should. 

"I really don't need your help, I could've easily done this myself."

"I don't doubt it, Edward. It'd be foolish to question you…" You let the compliment sink in…

Before you reprimanded him. "However, it would've been equally foolish to let a man with only three hours of sleep for the past seventy-two hours operate on himself with an open glass cut in his arm."

The satisfied smile Ed had on his face soon morphed into a grimace, an agitated scowl. It didn't go without notice by you, the conundrum however, was the disdained look from you tricking him or the fact that you were right?

Which is something he'll never admit to, so you have to remind yourself of moments when he shows you're right instead. 

Moments such as these. When you blatantly reminded him that sleep was a necessity for human function, and he can’t come up with a compelling argument so you two stew in silence.

Edward refrained from moving anymore. Most likely just wanting to get this pseudo-operation over with. As you continued to carefully remove more glass shards, you occasionally glanced up and saw even beyond the bruises and grease…Edward's eyelids slowly getting heavy and adding onto the bags already piled under his eyes. 

“How much longer must I wait for you to finish something that would take me mere minutes?” 

“Just a little more, wouldn’t want you get in an infection.” You answered honestly, not even registering his passive aggressive side comments anymore. 

A beat more of silence that was only cut by the occassional tool hitting the table or the cracking of gauze tape. You gave the finished bandage a satisfied pat. 

“There you go…” You say softly, expecting him to immediately hop up and ignore your advice of taking it easy to let the scar heal. 

Yet, Edward didn’t move an inch. 

You looked up and tried not to gasp too loudly. 

Edward’s head was cocked back into the cushion of the worn leather lounge chair. His eyes finally being too heavy for him to hold any longer. You put your fingers towards his wrist, his breathing had actually leveled out. No longer was he huffing and puffing, constantly trying to catch his breath. 

He even began to slightly snore a little. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. 

You couldn’t help the soft smile that grew, as a weight was finally lifted off your shoulders. You could finally put off the argument of getting him to rest…at least for today. 

For all his egomania, his bravado, and constant need to put others down to rise himself up…for how much he hardened himself and put up his, what he presumed to be, an impenetrable fortress…

Edward looked incredibly soft and vulnerable in this restful state. 

Not wanting to disturb him, you slowly elevated yourself to your feet. You glanced around the room, as you set your sights on the green plaided throw strung on the sofa next to the chair. You snatched it and as lightly as you could draped it over the slumbering genius. 

Next, you tiptoed out of the makeshift living area into the kitchen. Perhaps when he woke up you could coax him into eating something before he took off back to his schemes never to be seen like a thief in the night (no offense Selina). 

You almost jumped out of your skin as a loud snore silenced through the once silent lair. You looked over your shoulder and rolled your eyes. 

Of course, even in his sleep he couldn’t be quiet…but at least he was sleeping. You wished the asshole would get some more rest now and again. Maybe he wouldn’t be such a grouch all the time…

Maybe.

[himbosandhardwear]

Steve watches as Eddie paces in front of him, already wearing a groove in Steve's cheap shag rug. He's got both hands in his hair and he's mumbling to himself but has yet to say anything coherent except the "we need to talk" he'd shouted upon arrival.

"Ed," he tries to get his attention but the sound of his voice spooks Eddie so badly he holds up both hands to say, 'sorry, do what you gotta do.'

"No, you're right-" He says, though Steve has yet to actually say anything. "It's fine. Probably. Yeah. So, I'll just spit it out."

"Cool." He waits patiently.

Eddie just stares back, like the ball is actually in Steve's court and he's traveling. After a beat he scoots forward on the couch, trying to project openness. If Eddie doesn't get to the point soon, Steve's gonna start freaking out too.

"Oh, right. So, the thing is... Okay," he starts waving his hands around, "you know how a person can be in your periphery, like important but not like- And then one day you see them? They were there but now they're there! Right?"

"Yeah. Robin."

"Right, yeah! Wait, no," he waves that away, "not like Robin at all. Like, like, you see them," he imparts this with a stare that is conveying something but Steve has no idea what. He nods anyway to keep the conversation going. "Good, okay, so, like, what if you see them but you don't know what to do with that information? What if they don't actually see you too, you just think they see you, and you say the thing and it fucking ruins everything because you're too stupid to be able to tell the difference?"

Steve blinks up at Eddie, really, truly stumped on what he's asking of Steve. He gives it the old college try anyway. "Uh. I thought I had a crush on Robin before she came out to me...is that what you're talking about?"

He stomps his foot - real mature - and yells, "Forget Robin! This is about us!"

"It is?!" Steve's heart trips over itself.

"Obviously! What did you think I was talking about?"

"You haven't been talking about anything!" He points out. "I'm still not sure what the fuck is going on."

"Look," he puts both hands into his hair and pulls, "you remember when we did the photoshoot?"

Steve nods slowly. His blood is doing things in his body at the moment that is beyond his control. Underneath the panic, he thinks, your blood is never actually under your control, dumbass.

"So I've been thinking, I'd like to try sticking other things in your mouth." Steve chokes on his own spit but Eddie isn't deterred. "And not just that, but like, other things of that nature. And- And- Maybe not just that either but like other stuff. Like, nice stuff! Not that sticking things in your mouth isn't nice!" He panics, as though Steve may misunderstand that part in particular. "But I think we could do, like, couple things? Dinner? Um, movies? Yeah. I know we've done that stuff before but this would be serious. I mean, if you want to! I didn't even ask if-"

Steve stands up from the couch and slowly makes his way over, Eddie's wide, glistening eyes on him the whole time.

He stops when they're six inches apart.

"I know you said this has nothing to do with Robin but you should thank her for training me to interpret nervous rambling. I think I've figured it out." He grabs Eddie's hands out of his hair and holds them. "You wanna go on a date?"

He deflates. "Yeah."

"Okay."

He perks right back up. "Yeah?"

Steve grins, so happy he could explode. "Yeah. And if it's a good date I'll let you put whatever you want in my mouth."

Eddie turns a nice purpley-red color. He's never letting him live 'put other things in your mouth' down.

Steddie thought: it's the late 80s/early 90s Corroded Coffin make it big and come out with an album where the cover is a close up photo of just Steve's spit soaked mouth with Eddie's ring and middle fingers shoved in. Eddie had the idea for it and he and Steve, who weren't even dating (Steve had a huge crush but Eddie wasn't there yet), were hanging out one evening and he tells Steve about his thoughts about the album design and ~somehow~ Steve volunteers to be the model for it and Eddie takes the photo that night. The image ends up being culturally significant, and Eddie and Steve are the only ones who know who is actually in the picture. Steve can't stop thinking about how wanted he felt and seeing the picture everywhere both elates him and makes him pine even more than he had before. Eddie sees the image all the time now, on shirts, billboards, and he cant stop thinking about how good Steve looked sucking on his fingers, and the trust and happiness in Steve's eyes as they gazed up at him and OH! Oh wow, he's an idiot, he's got to see Steve asap!

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Word count:2379

A/N :there’s some references for ppl let me know if you find them .

Chapter 33

March 8

Dani’s pov

Today was my last day at Hawkins high school ,my last day as a teacher my last day of being Eddies teacher .I parked my car in the teachers parking lot for one last time, I was stepping into these halls one last time .

As I'm walking through these empty halls, memories flow through my head of all the good and bad times I had here.

Hawkins High School my first teaching job .

I walked into my empty classroom, walking in one last time .

I looked around all my decorations where gone they were taken down yesterday after school. The Hellfire club helped me clean the classroom.

They took time off their free time to come help me.

They actually postponed their campaign planning to come help me .

I really do appreciate them a lot .

       Flashback

"Guys thank you so much for staying and helping me clean the classroom." The guys from hellfire had taken time out of their day to help me clean my class for tomorrow, my last day .

I should have done this a long time ago ,but I never did because my boyfriend always complained that he needed me there with him to cuddle in my room or watch movies with Nate and now here we are a day before cleaning the classroom.

Taking down every poster on the wall ,every decoration .

Eddie looks annoyed because I know he rather be at home watching movies in my room

Or his house with Nate .

But here we are now because Eddie wanted to stay at home all those times.

Even Nate and Ozzy are here helping ,Well more like Nate is bossing around everyone .

Telling them to hurry up because he has to go home because tonight was movie night with Wayne .

"Is no problem Dani." My brother tells me with a big toothy grin.

The only reason he helped was because he knew spring break was coming and I was taking him on that vacation .

My deal to him to keep his mouth shut .About Eddie and I .

And im keeping my promise I'm still not telling him where I'm taking him ,it's a surprise for both Nate and Him and probably for Eddie too .

"Miss.Henderson now that you're not our teacher can I have your number ?" Jeff ask playing around receiving a punch on his arm by Eddie

I just chuckled, shaking my head .

"Hey !!!what was that about ?" He ask

Eddie just shrugs and continues putting things into a cardboard box .

"Momma, can we go to grandpa's  Wayne house and watch movies ?"

I stopped what I was doing frozen in place not knowing what to say .

My son just called Wayne Grandpa in-front of everyone .

I heard Eddie choke on his saliva and fake cough .

Nate lately has been calling Wayne Grandpa and Wayne didn't seem to mind.

He actually loves it when he calls him grandpa ,because like he says well i quote "Eddie here doesn't seem to be in no hurry to give me a grandson ."

I really appreciate how much he loves my son. He loves him like his own Grandchild. He treats him better than Liam's parents way better to be exact .

Wayne  loves to spoil Nate too much especially now that he has a better job he usually picks him

Up to take him to lunch and they have movie night whenever Wayne has off and today was one of those days .

He was spoiled by his Grandpa Wayne.

Nate was anxious since this morning when Wayne called me saying he had off . Nate had  heard because I had my phone on speaker while I was changing and now he couldn't  wait to be with his grandpa .

"Will go after we finish , Buddy ." I heard Eddie tell him.

"Ok ,but hurry up ok." Nate said sweetly sitting down in a chair looking through a history book .

He was reading the book to Ozzy ,he seemed to be paying attention or at least pretending to listen to Nate.

"Momma ,Ozzy says he wants Wings ."

"Does Ozzy want lemon pepper wings and extra fries ?" I ask going along with him. "Ozzy says yes."

"Ok , will go buy them after we get out ok ." I tell him and I continue packing things .

Thank God nobody asked questions why Nate was calling Wayne grandpa .

At least not to me ,but I heard whispering from the kids and Jeff asking Eddie why Nate was calling his uncle Grandpa .

"Just because !!" I turned to look at Eddie who looked frustrated by all The questions everyone was asking him .

"Can you guys  stop please ." I heard him whisper yelled to Jeff .

I tried to ignore the conversation so I decided to take down the pictures I had on top of the white board of the presidents.

I got on my tippy toes trying to reach but I couldn't so I grabbed my office chair ,and I don't know why I thought it was the right thing to do knowing it had wheels .

I got on and it moved a little bit. I didn't pay too much attention until the stupid chair spun and almost sent me flying To the ground .

My eyes were closed expecting the fall and when it never came I opened them to see I was in Eddie's arms .

"Eddie ." I breathed "could you be more careful." He said in a low voice .

A big smile was plastered on my face ,my knight in shining armor had saved me from falling .

I had totally forgotten there were more people with us ,I guess it was a habit  my arms went around his neck .

But I felt him stiffen and put me down slowly .

That's when I saw everyone staring at us .

"Shit !" I said under my breath

"Are you ok Dani ?" My little brother ran to my side to check on me .

"Yes Dusty ,I'm ok ." I smile at him ruffling his curls

He made an annoyed face and punched Eddie on the arm walking away .

"Dustin!!" I exclaim

"Henderson !!! I'm gonna kill you little shit !!" Eddie turns to run after Dustin but I grab his arm making him turn to look at me and his eyes soften immediately.

"Dont ." I mouthed

He rolled his eyes at me, mouthing "fine ."

"Did you just roll your eyes at me ?" I ask only for Eddie to hear "yeah and ?" He said leaning in closer to me ,looking down at me making me feel like an elf of the size difference .

I was 5,4ft, imagine me next to Eddie .

After a few hours we were done cleaning everything and we made our way to Eddie's house for movie night .

End of flashback

I was sitting down in my office chair spinning like a little kid ,I been wanting to do this for the longest time but I try to act mature but I knew deep inside I wasn't but then I stop when I look around my now empty classroom,realizing My dream job as a teacher was coming to an end today I had given my resignation two weeks ago.But it was for the right cause .I mean I can always get a job at the local College here .

Right ?

The bell rang signaling the starting of class,I got up from my chair sitting down on my desk facing the class waiting for everyone to arrive and take their seats .

"Hi Miss.Henderson." Robin walked in and headed to the white board writing something.

     "Will Miss you Miss.Henderson."

She wrote on the white board then stopped in front of me, opening her backpack and taking out a  present .

"Um..This is for you from the whole class ." She tells me "I hope you like it ." She smiles and heads to her desk .

The tardy bell rang and only one student was missing.

"Sorry Miss.Henderson." Eddie walked in out of breath and next to him was Ozzy and Nate .

"Momma!!" Nate shouted and ran to me hugging me tightly "hi baby ." I kissed the top of his head "why aren't you with Your dad ?"

"I wanted to be with Eddie ." He whisper

Eddie was standing next to us holding Nate's backpack  "ok baby ." Nate walked away sitting down in my office chair taking out his tablet and putting in his headphones.

"He was outside with Liam and when he saw me he ran to me and didn’t want to go back with Liam ,so I just told Liam that I'll bring him with me and will drop him off later ." He whispers handing me Nate's backpack

"Thank you Eddie ." I mouthed, placing the backpack on my desk .

I watched him walk to his desk and caught a glimpse of Chrissy next to him and to her right was Jason.

I'm glad I don't have to deal with her anymore ,I try not to hate anyone.but I hated her with all my guts especially knowing she always tries to get into Eddie's pants and for some reason she hates me too .

"Good-morning." I said softly I could already feel the lump in my throat. I was about to start ugly crying in front of my class.

But I control myself .

I'm really gonna miss being a teacher .

But I had a good reason to quit .

"Open the gift ." Jason says from  the back of the classroom "ok ."I smiled and  grabbed the gift from the table where I had put it and started unwrapping it .

The gift was kind of heavy to be honest .

I was surprised when I saw what I was .

I look from the gift to my class "Awww ,Thank you ,I wasn't expecting this ." I smile

It was a 20 centuries of history coin collection.

"I wasn't expecting this ." I paused and looked around the class and stopped when my eyes met those brown doe eyes that I love. "To be honest ,most of what's happened to me here i-i didn't expect."i look down taking my sight from Eddie but I could feel his eyes on me ."I didn't expect to connect with you the way that I have ,I never expected to feel this kind of lost over leaving you ." I lifted  up my head again looking straight at Eddie and his eyes were still on me .

He had no smile, no reaction , he was just looking at me with those beautiful chocolate  eyes ."stop me if this gets too maudlin." I started walking around the class one last time. "But ,I'm not going to forget you ,I will remember your voices ,your questions ,your faces ." I'm standing right next to Eddie's desk looking at him and he is looking at me too ."I cherish the time I've been here and grateful for getting to know you ." I paused and look at Eddie then turn back to walk away "There's this quote my English teacher use to tell me and I never understood what it meant it's by Joseph Campbell it goes like this"you must give up the life you planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you ",but now I know what it means ." I paused looking around the class again and stop looking straight at Eddie "Till I met you ."

Eddie smiles at me and I smile back at him .I can't believe I was finally gonna be able to go out on a real date with him without having to hide from the world .

"Will miss you Miss.Henderson ." Robin had tears in her eyes "I'll miss teaching you guys too" "But Robin you'll see me all the time ." I smile at her knowing she will be at my house every other day with Steve and the kids .

The class went by really fast and the bell rang signaling it was the end of class .

Everyone started to walk out saying goodbye to me and saying they'll miss me .

Eddie passed by me, giving me a weak smile and walking out of the class.

Jason stopped by my desk before leaving the class ,maybe he wanted to say bye personally I don't know but he had a serious face .

"Yes ,Jason." I say politely

"Did you go to the Spring dance ?" He asked out of nowhere I really thought he was going to say goodbye but he did surprise me by asking that .

My heart started beating faster. I needed to show that I wasn't getting nervous .

"No ,I didn't ." I reply calmly looking to see if Nate was listening to anything but he has his headphones on .

"Is that so?" He chuckles "I followed Munson and his girl that night ,wanted to properly introduce myself to Munson's girl but was kind of shocked when he  and his girl got into the same car as yours Miss.Henderson."

I gulp and try my best to act as calm as possible. I mean everyone has cars I mean anyone else could have a BMW .

I really need to change my freaking car cause now everyone recognizes it .

"I mean I'm not the only one who has that car Jason ." I started grabbing my cell phone and my bag in a hurry trying my best to get out of this situation .

He just laughs and shakes his head "Miss.Henderson The freak really ?" He toots "You should be glad I didn't have my phone with me. If not I would have taken a picture and I would ruin your career ." He says with pure venom

"Jason you have no proof and like I told you I didn't go to the dance ,that night I was having dinner with my son's father and my son ,plus it is none of your business who I date ."

He stays there looking at me giving me an evil smile "I think you should go to your class ." I tell him sternly I didn't have time to deal with him right now .

Before walking out of the classroom he stopped at the door looking at me "I Guess now that you're not gonna be my teacher maybe we can go out ." He smirks and walks away .

"Jesus Christ !!" I whisper shout I hope this day goes by fast. I can't deal with this shit anymore .

Next chapter

[lightvixxen]

Innocent act pt2, don't be a brat.

Ahh!! Thank u all for your love on innocent act!! Also, there will be a pt3 after this!! Read pt1 here , read pt3!

18+! MINORS DNI

Word count: 2k

Reblogs, comments, and likes absolutely make my day and are encouraged!

WARNINGS: age gap- Eddie is 30, the reader is 18+ Language, arguments, Eddie tells reader she’s acting like a child, pet names, dom!Eddie, Sub!reader, readers dad is a cop, spanking, fingering, face fucking, edging + over stimulation, degradation, degradation kink, praise kink, Eddie punishes reader for being a brat

Summary: after a fight with your dad, your brought over to Eddies house, where you end up arguing. Somehow the argument ends when Eddie decides he needs to do something about your bratty attitude.

Taglist: @thefreakofhawkins86 , @yaspillz

I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY WORK COPIED AND PASTED TO OTHER WEBSITES,

You sat on Eddie's couch pouting as he talked to your father at the door, you and your father had gotten into an argument only a few minutes ago.

“Make sure she doesn’t get out, she had a fake ID no telling what else she’s done.” You heard your father say from the door, “sad I can’t trust my daughter.” He yelled from the doorway.

“Don’t worry! I’ll watch her like a hawk, you and your wife go have fun tonight. It's deserved.” Eddie covered your father's view of you on the couch. A few more minutes go by and you hear the door almost slam shut.

“So, you wanna tell me what happened? Why you were escorted to my door at…” Eddie checked his watch “8 pm” you sigh, “I accidentally left my fake ID on the counter, and when I realized daddy had already found it.” you stood up, walking over to Eddie. “Then we fought…”

—-

Your father had busted into your room, demanding to know why your ID said 21 and not 18. “Because daddy! I wanted to get into the hideout to watch Eddie perform! They don't let eighteen-year-olds in!” Your father sighed loudly.

“You’re grounded” you stood from your bed quickly after hearing this “you can’t ground me! I’m eighteen! Almost nineteen! I’m a legal adult!” You almost yelled, stomping your foot down onto the Carpeted floor, almost in disbelief he would try and ground you!

“You still live under my roof, young lady! My word is law in this household, and I say you're grounded!” His voice raised to match yours, a screaming match bubbling to the surface “Now, your mother and I have a date, you can either walk yourself to Munsons or I can cuff, and escort you.”

—-

“And now I'm here…” halfway through your recount of the fight, you ended up in Eddie's lap on the couch. Legs were thrown over his, and head resting against his shoulder. “God, he's such an asshole. I turn 19 in a month! He can't ground me!”

Eddie makes a sound of disagreement, “technically, he can, I got grounded by cops all the time as a teenager.” you rolled your eyes, almost scoffing. “You mean arrested and put in jail.” Eddie grins, “same difference, doll.” you moved off his lap, standing in front of him. “You don’t agree with him, do you?” You questioned, Eddie hasn’t exactly stated which side he’s on.

“Do I think he’s overreacting? Yes, but mainly because I was doing way worse than using a fake ID at your age. Do I get where he's coming from? Also yes.” you groaned “you so agree with him!” “Hey now, I didn't say that.” “you implied it!” Eddie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sweetheart-” you crossed your arms, raising your voice as anger bubbled up slowly. “No! Don't you sweetheart me!”

Eddie stared at you, almost surprised by your sudden outburst. “You complain about being treated like a child then decide to act like one, you're not helping yourself.”, you huffed “maybe I wouldn't act like a child if I wasn't treated like one! Both of you still treat me like one!” Eddie had to laugh at that, between the first time you had sex with each other and now, he doubts he's treated you like a kid.

“So by your definition, me treating you like a child is me fucking you stupid for months?” You stuttered slightly “w-well- that’s not what I meant and you know it!” Eddie grabbed your hips, pulling you between his legs, the smell of weed, tobacco, and cologne filled your senses. “Then give me an example of me treating you like a child.” You really couldn’t, you had only said it in the heat of the moment. Anger blinded you and now you’ve backed yourself into a corner.

So of course, you did the only logical thing you could, “fuck you” you mumbled quietly, praying he didn't hear you. Eddie could be fucking ruthless when he wanted to be. “I'm sorry what?” the grip on your hips tightened, and the cold metal of his rings dug into the skin exposed by your crop top. “I didn't quite catch that baby, what did you say?” you sighed, mentally preparing yourself for the punishment that will ensue. but since you decide to be a brat, might as well commit to the act.

“Fuck you, old man” you internally smirked at yourself, Eddie wasn’t that old, but his reactions, whenever you called him old, were priceless. Though right now, it’s going to earn a punishment. Eddie’s voice lowered, “Alright, just remembered you asked for this” Eddie pulled you in, maneuvering you to lay across his lap on your stomach, his hands pulling down the thin cotton of your pajama shorts and underwear. Eddie's jeans are rough against your bare thighs, he must’ve been getting ready for a show. You thought. Eddie's hand rubs the flesh of your ass slowly,

“Can't wait to see this cute ass all bruised up…” he talked darkly, Eddie loved making things difficult for you. He loved making it hard for you to sit, let alone walk. The first strike came down hard, making you yelp and jump slightly, he hadn’t bothered to take off the rings that adorned his fingers. “count.” Eddie said sternly, “one,” you said weakly. You would be a liar if you said, Eddie wasn't hot like this, you fucking loved when Eddie was mean and rough with you.

“Two!” you yelped, as Eddie's hand came down on your ass again, the strike was just as hard as the first. Eddie's hand soothed the soft flesh of your butt. “Look at you baby, actin all tough until I get you like this. A spoiled brat who just needed attention.” you could feel how wet you got at his words, maybe you are a little bit of a masochist because you definitely shouldn't have been getting off on this.

“Your bein mean, sir! M, not a brat!” you know you really shouldn't talk back, give him any more reasons to punish you but you couldn't help it. You were addicted to Eddie when he was like this. Eddie growled, giving your ass another smack “Oh no sweetheart, I’m being nice I could be a hell of a lot meaner and get my belt. spank you with that, make pretty little welts on your ass.”

Eddie gave you a total of 15 strikes. By the end, you were a sobbing, moaning mess, subconsciously grinding your bare pussy onto Eddie’s jean-clad thigh. “Pathetic slut…I’m trying to punish you, and getting off on it.” His fingers found their way to your pussy, pushing in slowly “your soaked doll, you enjoy being spanked that much?” He asked, slowly pushing his fingers in and out. You moaned and nodded, rocking back onto his finger, which surprisingly, Eddie didn't stop you. “Words pretty girl, words,” he told you, his fingers working in and out of you, the cold press of his rings against your cunt made you shiver.

“Yes! Love it when you spank me, sir,” you whined, praying he would let you off easy. Your back arched, you were quickly approaching your orgasm, his fingers found your G-spot quickly, zeroing in on it. “Yeah, all you needed was some attention, huh doll? Acting out because you just wanted me. There are better ways to get my attention doll.” Eddie dragged you close to the edge before ripping his fingers away from your leaking cunt. You whined at the loss, “Now I have to punish you, can't have my good girl thinking she can be bad.”

Eddie's finger delved back into your cunt again. This felt like it went on forever, being taken to the edge only to be ripped away again. Every so often Eddie would smack your ass lightly, your wetness on his fingers only added to the sting.

You cried the last time he pulled his fingers out.

“Think you can kneel, sweetheart?” you nodded, moving out of his lap and onto the floor.

Eddie spread his legs, giving you room to move in between them, you palmed at his erection, earning a groan from him. Your hands slowly unbuckled his belt, before quickly undoing his jeans and pushing them down just enough to free his cock. Wrapping a hand around his shaft you pumped your hand up and down slowly, thumb swiping against the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum over his length. His dick barely fit into your small hands. Eddie was big and thick, his size was a little intimidating if you were being honest.

But you pressed kisses to the head of his cock, and down his shaft, giving him small kitten licks when you could. Eddie's hand tangled in your hair, “c’mon baby, don't be a brat and tease, suck me off.” you kept eye contact as you took him into your mouth. You took him as far as you could without gagging, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. Eddie groaned above you, praises falling from his lips as his grip tightens in your hair, guiding you to bob up and down on his cock. “Mmm, fuck just like that sweetheart, always feel so good on me.” He moaned.

“Wanna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours-” a sharp inhale left him as your tongue traced around a vein, “you gonna let me? Make you choke and gag on my cock, Maybe then you'll learn something.” you made a sound of approval, sending vibrations through his dick. “Fuck sweetheart- you still remember the safe word?” you nodded to the best of your ability and sent another round of vibrations to say you knew and remembered. One tap to slow down, two to stop.

“Goodgirl” was the only warning you got before Eddie snapped his hips into your mouth, keeping a firm grip on your hair to keep you in place. Eddie roughly thrusted into your mouth. “Shit,

Always a whore for me, letting me use you like my personal fleshlight- Fuck!” he groaned loudly, warmth and a bitter taste filling your mouth. You whined, pulling off his cock and opening your mouth. You had hoped he would've lost his control and cum inside of you, like always did. “Swallow, slut.” you closed your mouth and swallowed his cum. Hoping listening to his commands would earn you at least one orgasm.

“C'mere pretty girl.” he pulled you back up into his lap, capturing you in a needy kiss, his tongue slipped into yours while wandering hands found their way to your already bruised butt. A light smack to the sore skin had you moaning into the kiss. Eddie kneaded the flesh there, almost sorry for the bruises that'll sprout there. Almost. Eddie moved down to your neck, biting and sucking at the almost completely faded love bites. Creating more for you to cover up later. “I think you earned a reward, what do you think doll?” you nodded slowly “please sir, been s’good for you” You wish you could’ve seen the mischievous look on Eddie's face or the glint in his eyes.

Eddie moved you to straddle one of his thighs, “here's the deal sweetheart, you ride my thigh and you get to cum” you whined again, disappointment evident. “Brats don't get to cum on my cock, think about this the next time you decide to act up. Now you gonna ride my thigh and cum, or are you going to bed pent up?” when your hips moved slowly he chuckled darkly, the noise being sent straight to your pussy. “That's what I fuckin thought.”

Your clit rubbed harshly against his jeans. You looked down to where you had been kneeling and noticed a wet spot, you could already feel the bruises forming on your knees. You whined, tucking your face into Eddie's neck as you chased your orgasm. Feeling a damp spot starting to form under you from where your pussy was leaking. You were wetter than you had been before, Eddie was just so fucking hot when he was pissed off at you. Your hips fell into a steady rhythm as you quickly approached the edge, it didn't take long to build yourself up.

“Oh fuck- gonna cum Eds, please, please, let me come!” you moaned pathetically. Eddie shushed you “it's alright pretty girl you can come now.” His permission sent you straight over the Edge, your orgasm racking through your body, and a loud moan- practically a scream left you. Your hips stuttered to a stop, you were completely fucked out. “Did I say stop?” Eddie asked you “wha- what?” Eddie's hands wrapped around your hips, starting your rhythm back up again. “Oh did I not mention? You get to come over and over again!” Eddie exclaimed like that wasn't one of the most horrifying sentences you've heard tonight.

“Get ready sweetheart, you're not walking outta here tomorrow,” he mumbled as he gave you your second orgasm of the night. Which was only the beginning of the 6 more orgasms he would rip out of you

[luveline]

jade my love! how about eddie and reader getting roan ready for bed and it’s all domestic and fluffy and ahhhhhh. i would die. ily

I love you thank you for your request! fem!reader

Eddie getting out of the shower with his daughter is the most heartwarming thing you've ever seen. You're lounging in his bed waiting for your turn, hands over your tired face and humming a song he'd been singing before he went.

Getting Roan into the shower is a 'kicking and screaming' affair, though he'd told you by the time she's in there and he's washed her hair she doesn't want to get out.

He stands in the doorway with a towel around his waist, his hair streaming water down the lines of his torso. Roan stands at his side in her towelling poncho, its rainbow pattern bright in contrast to her head of dark curls.

"So clean!" you praise, climbing up onto your knees so you can fall straight onto your stomach, eye-level with her. "You look like you had a really nice shower, babe. Are you feeling better?"

She nods and moves her hands to her head, rubbing her wet hair in demonstration.

"He washed your hair? It looks lovely."

"You want the hair dryer?" he asks her.

The shower has made her quiet. The insinuation of the hair dryer gives her a little bit more pep, and she says, "Yes, please."

Eddie catches your eye and smirks at your fawning.

He picks Roan up and sits her on the bed beside you.

"You can go shower, if you want?" Eddie says, plugging the dryer in.

"No," Roan denies quickly, hands out for the dryer. She takes it and passes it to you with little finesse.

You take the the dryer and flick on the lowest setting and test in on your hand, but lose confidence fast. "Princess, maybe your dad should do it. I don't wanna do it wrong."

"Please," Roan says, employing her biggest, shiniest puppy dog eyes.

"I- Well-"

"It's easy," Eddie says gently, passing you a pink sparkly hairbrush and a bottle of hair softener. "Brush first, softener if it's still tangled. Cold at the roots."

"Doesn't brushing it make her curls straight?" you ask.

"She won't mind. Do you mind, sweetheart?" he asks her.

"Her curls are so pretty, though," you argue. Not because you think you know better, or because her hair doesn't look lovely straight, but her hair is fine and dark as Eddie's is. Her natural curls are stunning.

Eddie opens the bedside table and procurs an attachment for the hair dryer. "Okay. This is different, then. Forget what I just said. Cold all over. C'mere babe," he says beckoning Roan forward. He scrunches her hair with the hood of her towelling poncho.

He takes the dryer and she starts to complain, but he's only showing you how he does it. "Easy. Seriously. You can do warm if you want to you just have to keep moving it or it'll burn."

"I'll do cold," you say, worried.

"Uh-huh. Well, I'm not going anywhere."

Eddie leans down and kisses your cheek, a wet strand of his hair brushing over your shoulder as he does. He smells like hyacinth, like mint.

Roan moves around restlessly waiting for you. You pull her closer and encourage her little face to yours. "If I do something you don't like, just tell me, okay? If the hairdryer's too hot or it goes in your face, just shout and I'll stop."

"Okie dokes," she says neatly.

"Okie dokes."

It actually ends up being way easier than you'd thought. Roan giggles at the tickling air and eventually ends up leaning heavily against your chest. Eddie gets dressed and sits down beside you, pulling one of her feet into his lap to play with her toes.

When she's all done, you turn off the dryer and look to Eddie for an evaluation.

He's given up sitting and is lying down, hands still at her ankles. He scratches the sole of her foot and grins at her giggles, rising up on elbows to praise you. "Holy sugar, sweetheart. You look perfect."

Roan smiles at his bubbly voice. You smile yourself and wrap your arms over her front, dipping your nose into her still warm hair. She smells like her macadamia conditioner, sweet and fruity.

You finally leave for your own shower and return to find her smelling like lotion and wearing her strawberry print pajamas, snuggled up on Eddie's chest. They're talking about nothing in particular, though Eddie's voice is imbued with humour, every word cut short by a laugh.

"What's funny?" you ask, standing in the doorway in your pajamas. They're not as cute as Roan, but Eddie nods at them appreciatively and holds out his hand. You climb in beside them both to take it.

"We were talking about you," he says, squeezing your fingers.

"Good things, I hope," you say, surprised at how nervous you feel.

"What do you think, babe? Were they good things?" he asks Roan.

She shushes him and snuggles closer into his chest on his opposite side.

Eddie rubs her little back. "She's tired," he mouths.

You put your hands under your head and close your eyes. "Me too. Shush, handsome."

He tries to glare at you, but he can't stop smiling.

-

more eddie and roan

[newtonsheffield]

Can we see a little fluff of Where all the poets... 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Okay, but imagine how absolutely put out Newton is when Anthony enters the scene.

Newton isn't a registered seeing eye dog but he's very intuitive and he's had a lot of training done with him so he assists Kate with a lot of little tasks like fetching things etc.

And he is upset because suddenly, there's this man here. And there have been men before but they've never kept coming back. Usually Kate gets rid of them. And truly the straw breaks when Newton has to sleep on the floor in the corridor like an absolute pleb because the man, bloody Anthony Kate calls him, is on his side of the bed. And Kate seems happy that he's there.

"I don't think your dog likes me very much." Anthony said, still with his grubby paw around Kate's waist as she held Newton, her kisses to the end of his nose doing a little to make him feel better.

I Don't. Newton Huffed.

"Oh Newton likes everybody." Kate hummed, "He just needs to get used to you."

I don't want to get used to him. Newton whined as Kate did the unthinkable, tugged on Anthony's arm until they were outstretched to cradle him.

"Um. I've never... held a dog before."

I can tell

Kate chuckled, tugging on the front of Anthony's shirt until he bent a little and she could kiss his cheek, Newton's nose burning at the fact Kate smelled awfully like Anthony. "Do you rich people not have stables filled with animals?"

Anthony sighed. "I own one horse."

"Jesus christ. You're too rich. We're breaking up."

Good. She's too good for you anyway

"No!" Anthony whined. "You told me you loved me, we're locked in for life, babe."

And Newton had to admit, Kate did look very happy when she smiled up at them both. "Yeah, I love you."

"Good, I love you too."

And it's at that moment, that Newton realises he's going to have to put up with Anthony for a very long time.

"Oh ho ho!" Edwina's voice crowed. "Who spit in Newton's breakfast?"

Thank you, Eddie, for recognising my plight

"Does he look sad?" Kate cooed, taking him back from Anthony with a little kiss between the ears. "Poor little baby."

And Newton couldn't help but grin in triumph at Anthony over Kate's shoulder.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Til Death Do Us Part

A Steddie oneshot

Eddie was sitting in Steve's house. . .well, actually lying in Steve's house. He was still pretty banged up, and considering the town still thought he was a murderer, he needed to hide out for a while, and Steve Harrington's was the perfect place. It still felt weird to think that Steve was a good guy, but it was much too evident, and it made Eddie realize that he jumped to conclusions as quickly as others did about him. It's weird how connected they are now. First through Dustin, then through trauma, and now through bat bites. These scars were going to be more permanent than a marriage certificate. Who would have thought that he would be married with a kid by age 20. . .with Steve Harrington of all people? The thought made him laugh.

"What are you laughing about in here?" Steve asked as he popped into the room.

"I was thinking that these bat bites of ours are pretty permanent," Eddie smirked. "We're practically married."

"We are not married," Steve scoffed.

"Are you telling me we're getting divorced?" Eddie asked with a gasp. "So soon. . .oh, sweetheart, tell me what I did so I can make it up to you! Think of the kids, Steve!"

"Well, you didn't listen to me when I told you not to be a hero, so there's that," Steve said. "Not to mention the fact that you made Lucas feel bad about playing basketball, and you divided him and his friends as well as his sister. So, there's that as well."

"Shit, yeah, I do deserve the divorce," Eddie said, wincing and looking remorseful. "I'm not much better than my father, am I?"

"Hey, that not - I didn't mean it like that, Eddie. I'm sorry. Yeah, it's too soon to joke about it," Steve said softly. "Did you apologize to the kids? I mean, you did. I was there."

"Well, yeah," Eddie muttered.

"Was your dad actually sorry for anything he ever did? Would he have done what you did and tried to buy us more time? Would he have found a place for lost sheep to go to?" Steve asked.

"Well, no," Eddie admitted.

"Than you're a better man than your father ever will be," Steve shrugged. "Hold on."

Steve left the room, and a moment later, he returned with his pillow. He placed it on the bed next to him.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked.

"Sleeping with my husband," Steve said.

"So, no divorce then?" Eddie asked with a grin.

"Are you kidding me? No way, I'm raising these hellions without a partner," Steve said. "You said it, we're married. Til death do us part, asshole."

"Goodnight, Mr. Munson," Eddie grinned.

He laughed as he sank down onto the bed beside Steve, who leaned over to turn off the light. He was thankful that Steve left the light on. Eddie watched as his husband closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. A deep wave of affection came over him as he studied Steve’s features. Oh, shit, what was that? Was he developing feelings for his husband? He liked girls. . .right? No, it was just indigestion. Eddie sighed with relief and closed his eyes.

"Steven, why are you sleeping with a man?" Robin's voice floated into Eddie's ears.

Eddie's eyes slowly opened, and he groaned quietly against the morning light streaming through the window. Steve was on his back, his eyes closed. Robin was standing over him, her hands on her hips.

"Oh my God, Robin, you can't just ask why two men are sleeping together this early in the morning," Steve groaned, his eyes remaining closed.

"Is there something you want to tell me, buddy?" Robin asked.

"Ugh, can't a guy sleep with his husband without any third degree?" Steve asked.

Neither one of them had noticed that Eddie was awake, much to Eddie's amusement.

"His what?!" Robin exclaimed and Eddie nearly laughed.

"Eddie said last night that the bat bites made us practically married," Steve said and groaned. "Don't make a big deal out of it, Robin. We're platonically married."

"Okay, I'll just let the kids know that their Daddies won't come downstairs because they're too busy platonically sleeping together," Robin said dryly. "It doesn't look platonic to me."

"Robin, stop, he doesn't like me that way," Steve sighed. "I doubt he likes men and women the way that I do or the way that I like him. I'll get up. They're probably going to want breakfast."

"Steve, he was clearly flirting with you! No one calls people "big boy" like that and means it platonically!" Robin exclaimed.

Eddie held in a breath until Robin and Steve left the room. He let it out with a loud gasp.

"Holy shit!" Eddie exclaimed. "I was flirting with Steve?!"

Eddie's eyes widened as he thought about all of his interactions with men. Yes, now that he's thinking about it, there was a definite attraction to certain jocks. Sure, he actually hated some of them, but Steve, he was pretty sure he hated for no reason back then. He did nothing to him or his friends, and he had always kept Hagan, as well as the other basketball players, on a tight lease. Well, he really tried to. Whenever he watched Steve play while in the gym, he always got irrationally angry at the sight of him. Maybe it wasn't hate. . .no, it definitely wasn't hate because he always wanted to bite him. It was so often that Eddie had, honest to God, thought that he was turning into a cannibal.

"Oh, fuck! Fuckity, fuck, fuck, shit! Goddamnit!" Eddie exclaimed.

As the days passed by, Eddie really tried to push his feelings for Steve aside. He wanted Steve to remain in his life and the one really romantic relationship he had he totally fucked up. No, he wasn't good at that shit and it would only ruin what he had with Steve now. It didn't help that Steve was basically taking care of him. Luckily, he was able to move around, and with the help of Robin, he was able to move downstairs. Unfortunately, she decided that she needed to talk her best friend up.

"I already know how great Steve is, Robin," Eddie mumbled. "I married him, didn't I?"

"No, you got married by a couple of interdimensional bats," Robin said. "You did not make the conscious decision at the time to marry my best friend."

"Why are you trying to sell me on Steve? I don't like him like that. I don't like men either," Eddie said as he lied out of his ass.

"You don't?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I wasn't necessarily trying to convince you to do anything. I was just talking about how great Steve is."

"Well, if you think he's so great, why don't you date him?" Eddie asked.

"Well, I would, but he's got the hots for someone else. We're also strictly platonic. Let's see what else? . . . Oh! There's also the fact that I'm a lesbian," Robin said.

"Shit, seriously?" Eddie asked and stared at her for a while, not saying anything. "Goddamnit! Okay! Okay! I'm also. . .not exactly straight. I like men, I like women, and I am head over heels for Steve Harrington. Happy?"

"Well, yes and no. You know, I wasn't trying to pressure you into outing yourself, right?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, I know," he mumbled. "I was pressuring myself."

"Thank you for telling me," Robin said.

"Thank you for telling me," Eddie grinned.

"Are you going to tell Steve?" Robin asked.

"Nope. Never," Eddie said.

"Why?" Robin asked.

"I tend to mess up in that area, so why risk what I have with Steve now?" Eddie asked.

"Because these scars you carry are proof that every day could be your last, and I don't think telling Steve is going to scare him off," Robin said softly. "He might surprise you."

"I know he likes me, which I don't understand why," Eddie said. "My husband can do so much better."

"How do you know?" Robin asked.

"You guys weren't exactly quiet the other day. It made me realize that I like both, that I've been flirting with Steve," Eddie said.

"So, you're running away, being a chicken shit, because you've already decided that you're going to hurt him?" She asked with narrowed eyes.

"I would never purposely hurt him," Eddie said.

"Well, leading him on and thinking it's going to go somewhere is hurting him. So, whether you decide to go forward with your relationship or not, you're going to have to talk to him because you're going to hurt him either way. But you want to know what a good way of not hurting him is? . . . DECIDING TO FUCKING BE WITH HIM, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!" Robin shrieked. "Get your head out your ass. You both deserve to be with each other. We're all scared of telling people how we feel, but you know what I did after we averted the apocalypse?. . .I mean, eventually, I told Vickie how I felt. So, buck up. You're hurting yourself unnecessarily and Steve, especially since you're the one who knows that you like him and he likes you. Meanwhile, he's left in the dark about how you feel. I will not see Steve hurt. Got it?!"

Robin hit him over the head with a couch pillow. Eddie shrieked.

"Alright! Alright, I'll talk to him! Can I heal first?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, that's fine, take your time," Robin said calmly, lowering the pillow. "So, do you want to be with him?"

"Of course I want to be with him. . .I'm just scared," Eddie said. "All of this is new."

"Well, I did say you could take your time," Robin said. "And if you tell Steve how scared you are of messing this up, he'll understand completely, and I'm sure you can both work through it together. . . You know, if you decide to be with him"

"This is fucking crazy. . .Steve Harrington likes me. I can't believe it. Nope! No way," Eddie said shaking his head.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either," Robin laughed.

"Fuck off," Eddie rolled his eyes.

Steve strolled through the door with a sigh as he walked into the living.

"Okay, the kids are all at home. Now we can have some time to ourselves. Well, us and Robin," Steve grinned.

He sat down on Eddie's other and kissed Eddie's temple as he wrapped his arm around him. It had quickly become a thing with them. . .to always be touching. Apparently, they were kissing each other on the head now.

"Hi, honey, did the kids give you a hard time?" Eddie asked as he squeezed his knee.

He could feel his eyes lighting up at Steve as he launched into details about the car ride. God, this was so fucking domestic and he loved it. More days passed, and he was able to move around on his own, but he was still in a lot of pain. Apparently, Steve was, too, but he had neglected to say anything until Eddie was cuddling up to him in bed and his arm wrapped around his stomach. Steve involuntarily winced. Yeah, the bat bites were no joke. Neither was their venom, which, according to the doctors were never going to go away. Luckily, Argyle and Jonathan offered a solution, but they arrived just as Steve was driving Robin to Vickie's.

"Uh, are we waiting for Steve?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, turns out he's in pain too," Eddie said as Argyle guided him to the couch. "He's just hasn't said anything. He prefers to suffer in silence, I guess."

"Bat bites are a bitch, huh?" Argyle asked.

"Yeah, the only good thing that's come from it is the permanent marriage between me and Steve," Eddie said with a grin.

"What?" Jonathan asked.

"It's a running joke," Eddie shrugged.

"With the whole kids thing, yeah, that makes sense," Argyle said.

"So, is Steve a good husband?" Jonathan smirked.

"Hell yeah!" Eddie exclaimed, slapping his knee. "Couldn't ask for a better baby daddy."

"Seriously?" Jonathan scoffed.

"You've got something against my husband, Byers?" Eddie smirked.

"It's just hard to imagine Steve being mature enough to handle being married," Jonathan said. "Let alone to a guy."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Eddie asked, the smirk dropping from his lips.

"Just that he's a notorious ladies man, Eddie. I wouldn't get your hopes, man. He's not exactly comfortable with. . .," Jonathan said, trailing off.

"With people like me," Eddie said, looking at him with hard eyes. "Did you just make an assumption about my sexuality, Byers?"

"Oh, man," Argyle said nervously. "I think Jonathan was trying to look out for you, man."

"I'm not his little brother, I'm a grown man," Eddie sighed.

"That's a fair point," Argyle said.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to do that, but I just trying to warn you about what kind of guy Steve is," Jonathan said. "I shouldn't have made an assumption about you."

"What kind of guy do you think that Steve is? Are you calling him homophobic in his own home?" Eddie asked.

"I think he's upset you're insulting his husband, Jonathan," Argyle said.

"I just want to know why you think that about Steve," Eddie said. "That's all."

Eddie was really trying not to show Jonathan how angry he is but the guy was making it difficult.

"He called me queer once," Jonathan said.

"That's it? He called you queer and that automatically makes him homophobic? I've used that word, and I'm about as straight as a cooked noodle," Eddie said defensively. "So, when, pray tell, did he call you this?"

"It was a few years ago," he muttered.

Eddie could tell that Jonathan was starting to realize how ridiculous it was.

"Look, man, I get where you're coming from, I do because I was pretty sure I hated Steve for a long time, and because of that, I held onto my prejudiced views about jocks for a long time. My reasoning behind that is clearly not the same as yours. . .at least, I hope not. After everything that Steve has done, how can you still think anything negative about the man?" Eddie asked.

"You can do great things and still have hateful thoughts," Jonathan said.

"He's not homophobic, you fucking idiot! You would know that if you had bothered to try and get to know him in the last few years," Eddie rolled his eyes. "He shouldn't have to keep apologizing for shit he's already apologized for."

"How do you know that?" Jonathan asked. "You haven't known him that long."

"It's all about quality, not about quantity, and I clearly know him better than you do, Byers," Eddie spat. "Your own brother feels safe around him. The kids look up to him. Nancy trusts him. Your mother and Hopper love him. Jesus, what is this really about?"

"Will won't shut up about him!" Jonathan snapped. "Every time they hang out or Steve drops him off, Will comes home gushing about him and I'm just worried. . ."

"What? That he's going to think that Steve’s the better older brother?" Eddie asked, and then he laughed. "That's stupid. That's even stupider than you holding onto a dumb grudge. You know what Will does when he's over here with his friends and Steve. . . He talks about you. It's non-stop, actually. The kid loves you, and no one is ever going to replace you. So, get that out of your thick skull. Trust me when I say this: Steve Harrington is not homophobic."

"Yeah, okay," Jonathan said softly.

"You need to talk to Steve about this and Will," Eddie said. "And Byers?"

"Yeah?"

"If you ever insult my husband again, I'll punch your lights out," Eddie said.

"Noted. I'm sorry. . . Are you in love with him?" He asked curiously.

"Head over heels, man," Eddie said.

"So, are we good?" Argyle asked.

"Yeah, we're good," Eddie said in amusement as he shook Jonathan's hand.

"Oh, thank God, I thought that was going to get really awkward there for a minute," Argyle said, and they laughed.

Later that night, Eddie was lying in bed with Steve, cradling him from behind. His hand was up Steve’s shirt, carassing his stomach right above his bat bites. He didn't want to let this go, but he was also ready to risk it all for Steve Harrington.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm in love with you," Eddie said softly.

Steve turned around in his arms so he was looking at him. His hazel eyes were big and round, looking at him hopefully. The light from the lamp beside his side of the bed was revealing all of the colors in Steve's eyes. The green and the brown intermingled beautifully, but the light also made his eyes look a little bit golden. Eddie sighed. God, he was beautiful.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I'm in love with you too," Steve whispered.

"I know."

"Did you just fucking Han Solo - mmpf!"

Eddie crashed his lips to Steve’s, kissing him harshly. Steve smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Eddie gently as he threw his leg over Eddie's. Steve’s eagerly kissed him back, his fingers cupping the back of Eddie's head, tugging on his hair. Eddie moaned into his mouth. Steve gasped for breath as he broke the kiss.

"Is this really happening?" Steve asked.

"Til death do us part, asshole."

[thefreakymunson]

okay i’ve been stalking ur page for the past 30 min and i’m literally OBSESSED and i was wondering if you could do an eddie fic where his gf is like the sweet and shy type and one day she’s over at his trailer and sees his guitar and she’s like “ooo can i play” and he’s like “sure” thinking she only knows a couple chords but then she busts out a black sabbath riff or smth and is like an absolute rockstar and eddie’s just like in AWE

Sure! Thanks for the compliment!!! I hope you enjoy! Also I'm sorry this is a lil bit short, but I know next to nothing about playing guitar other than how cool Eddie makes it look haha.

Today was the first day you were spending time with your boyfriend outside of school and classes. His uncle had to work all day at the plant meaning you two would have the trailer to yourselves. It was a little nerve wrecking and you had to remind yourself plenty of times on the drive over that it was just Eddie. You had spent plenty of time together. Just never alone in a trailer by yourselves. The possibilities excited you.

"There's my girl," Eddie smirked as he opened the door for you to walk in. He bent down and kissed your lips gently, sighing to himself when you kissed back.

"Hi, Eds." You smiled, stepping into the much cooler trailer. It was scorching outside today.

"Come in, make yourself comfy." Eddie said, "Kick your shoes off and relax...you're mine for a few hours today at least."

A grin spread across your face as you slid your boots off at the door. You looked around the trailer, familiarizing yourself with the layout. You could definitely tell that two men lived here.

"Uh, it's pretty simple lay out, but living room, kitchen, this is my uncles bedroom, our bathroom, and then my room." Eddie said as you followed him back to through the hallway.

"This is your bedroom?" You grinned as he stepped aside and let you in.

"Yep." He nodded, "This is where exactly none of the magic happens."

You snorted at that as you walked around, looking at the band posters that lined his walls. Iron Maiden, Metallica, Anthrax, Journey...there were so many of your faves.

"What's this?" You asked, walking closer to the stand in the corner of his room.

"That's my baby," he smirked, "It's a N.C Rich Warlock...my pride and joy."

"Can I play?" You asked, looking back at him with a soft grin.

"Yeah." He nodded, "It's all plugged up still. Just uh...here. Let me."

He walked over to his amp and flipped it on, making sure the connection was tight as he handed you his prized possession. You sat down on the edge of his bed and strummed along for a few minutes, getting the feel of the guitars neck and strings.

"That sounds good," Eddie nodded, a little shocked. But what you done next blew his mind.

The familiar notes of Iron Maiden's Run To The Hills filled the room as you stared down at your hands, to nervous to look up at Eddie. It had been while since you played it any Iron Maiden. You played the first few riffs and then dared yourself to look up at your boyfriend who had suddenly gone quiet.

"Holy shit...that was..."

"Bad?" You bit your bottom lip.

"Are you fuckin' crazy? That was insane! You've got it all down pat...holy shit, Y/N." Eddie locked eyes with you and and bit his bottom lip, "That was fuckin' hot...you just blew my mind."

[skinnywalker]

Hi! I’d like to request an Eddie Munson x black!male!reader where the two of them were childhood best friends but the reader starts pulling away from Eddie a bit because he has a crush on him and thinks he won’t reciprocate his feelings so it’s just too much for him to handle, and eventually Eddie corners him and confronts him about his behavior and it ends in fluff! Please and thank you <33

Yes, yes yessssss I love this!!

Eddie my love (Eddie Munson x Male reader)

In the town of Hawkins, two of the scariest things were an outcast and a queer. Y/N was both. He hated the tight social pyramid that had held him in noose for all of the 19 years he'd spent in this shitty town. There was only thing in Hawkins y/n loved and it's name was Eddie 'the freak' Munson.

God, he loved Eddie. That shit-eating grin, those coco eyes, those bubbly giggles when something went well for him. Y/n could spend the rest of his life chained to Eddie and never be unhappy.

Which is why he was now hiding in his bathroom so Eddie wouldn't see him. He couldn't let Eddie see him like this. His whole chest ached with shame.

"Y/n? It's me Eddie? Your mom said you were home?"

He could hear Eddie's gentle footsteps on the stairs

"I know you're home! You can tell me of you don't want to talk"

Closer and closer..

God this was awful

Why did he have to get a crush on Eddie of all people. Now Eddie's going to see him for the crybaby he is.

"SHIT! ARE YOU OK?"

"Please just go. You shouldn't see me like this."

"What happened? Did I do something?"

Y/n couldn't bring himself to answer

"Please Y/n, I'm your friend. I want to know if I did something wrong."

" if I tell you, you'll hate me."

"WHAT?!"

"*sniff* you'll leave me like everyone does. You're to good to be around *sniff* someone like me"

"WHO HAS BEEN SAYING THESE THINGS TO YOU?! You're my best friend! You're the only person in Hawkins who actually gives a shut about me. Y/n..You're the best person in this town. You put up with so much stupid shit. Dealing with all those high-school assholes and their shit parents talking about you like you're some criminal master mind!"

Y/n cracking a weak smile. The parents of Hawkins were never warm to new faces especially non white ones.

"You're the whole reason I've stayed in this shit hole. There is nothing on earth that you could do to ruin the place you have in my heart."

Y/n finally met Eddie's eyes. He never felt so cared about.

"Now tell Eddster what's wrong."

"OK. But you need to promise to not say anything till I'm done."

Eddie nodded

"For as long as we have been friends, I knew you were different. Not just from other kids but different in my feelings. It took me a while to figure out why you gave me butterflies when we sat close or why I was so sweat when you held my hand. Eddie, I can't hide it and I can't be your best friend. I need you to know how I really feel."

The two sat in painfully silence. Before Eddie grabbed Y/n face and melded their lips.

"You have been avoiding me all week has you thi nk I'm cute?"

Y/n looked away blushing

"You know I've been in love with you since we were ten right?"

"What?!"

Why did you think I always wanted to go to the dance?"

"I thought it was cause of Amy?!"

Eddie burst into belly laughter rolling on the floor

"Holy shit! I can't believe you thought I liked her alway this time!"

"Can you blame me?"

"Well glad I could clear that up for you"

Eddie rapped his arm around Y/n's lower back before kissing his forehead

"You're the only good thing Hawkins gave me"

"Dies this means we're still friends?"

Eddie smirked "better than, we're boyfriends"

[metalheadcowboy]

"God, son," Wayne mumbled light heartedly, focus evident in his tone as he attempted to steady his fingers on the edge of his nephews botched bangs, "Cain't you just sit still?"

Eddie just huffed, barstool below him held in his own white-knuckle grip, "Are you done, yet," he droned, laced with impatience. The faux tile slipped smooth beneath his socks as he drummed out repetitive beat with his feet.

"Hell I've barely got a start, what, with all yer damn wigglin'." With that the old kitchen scissors made their second cut of the night, wiping away half of the damage.

Eddie nervously chewed his bottom lip, making a weak attempt to look around his uncle's middle at the small mirror above the sink. Waynes eyes just rolled up to the ceiling and grabbed his nephews shoulder with a calloused palm, pushing him back into position, "Well excuse me if I'm a little worked up," Eddie snipped, looking up at the older man from his vantage point.

"Ain't my fault you decided to give yer'self a botch job at the ass crack 'o dawn," Wayne remarked, tilting the boys chin back down so he could finish and finally get to bed. Having worked a long shift only to come back to his nephew having a near come apart over his precious hair.

Eddie scoffed, but kept still, looking straight ahead as instructed, "Couldn't sleep," he admitted, feeling another tug on his scalp as his uncle lined up to make the next cut.

Snip!

Eddie's eyes widened as he watched more of his dark chestnut hair fall to the bathroom floor, "You cain't never seem to sleep, kid," Wayne replied, scissors abandoned, hands on either side of Eddie's heat like he was admiring his work, or rather checking it if the intense grimace on his face was anything to tell, "I'm startin' to think you're downright nocturnal."

This made the metal head laugh, something deep and genuine from his gut which made Wayne crack and smile of his own, "Yeah, something like that," the younger man agreed, pulling at a particularly nice ringlet curl near the nape of his neck.

It was a few more seconds of them sitting in silence with nothing but the sound of Wayne making some touch ups before his uncle moved out of the way with a satisfied grunt, "Now, you know I ain't no barber or nothin', Ed, so go easy on me, now."

Eddie eagerly focused his eyes on the mirror in front of him, wide and expecting, and Wayne surely didn't disappoint. While they were a little short, maybe more than a little, they were a hell of a lot better than what he managed to do. The uneven fringe now made a neat, loose line across just below the middle of his forehead, soft waves somehow finding an even middle ground. There were a few pieces around his bangs even that blended them in with his natural length.

"Well, shit," the metalhead mused, shaking his hair out.

"That bad, huh?" Wayne sighed, almost as if he was disappointed in himself, like he had somehow let his nephew down, "I told you I wasn't no expert-"

Eddie quickly interrupted his uncle, "They're great," he grinned, spinning his head to look over his shoulder at the man standing behind him, "Better than what I pulled out of my ass, that's for sure."

Wayne just shook his head, expression firm but eyes fond with something akin to pride, "Damn straight," he muttered just in time for Eddie, in one fowl movement to stand up and grab the barstool to return it to its proper place.

Just as he was about to walk out of the small bathroom, cramped with the two of them taking up what little space there was, "Thanks, Wayne," Eddie spoke soft yet seriously, stopped in the doorway.

Wayne just waved his hand dismissively, "Don't mention it," he said, "Just don't say I never did nothin' for you."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

[dreamboateddie]

Save me Eddie, Part two

Summary- You've known Eddie since childhood but became estranged when your parents moved to a different neighborhood. Eddie did loads of changing in Highschool and it just shoved you both in different groups. Eddie was your elementary bestfriend and the only person you can trust when a new man enters your life to stalk you since all your friends seem to be on their own wavelength these days.

Warnings- 18+ only smut, Eddie X Fem Reader, stalking, fear, heavy petting, D/s play, biting, Unprotected sex, cream-pie

Author's note: I do take requests for storylines if you like my writing style! These stories are 18 plus, no minors interact!

He seemed to hesitate, but the way that sentence escaped you was nearly pathetic so you knew had no choice but to drag you out. He motioned and you both round the same corner you come from and reach the car, Brandon was definitely two houses down from what Eddie whispered as you climbed into the passenger's side. "I need you to hide until we get wayyyy far away from that creep". You can only comply and fold yourself at the floor boards. "Brandon is a fucking creep, Y/n" Eddie said as he cranked his car "You can't even talk to him without him doing this…we'll probably have to go to my trailer first, hide you there for a little then you can go home. I've heard him breaking into people's house to r- ANYWAY. Yeah… you need to tell your boss and let them handle it" there was a bump that came from the road and you knew you were out of the neighborhood. You climb back up and meet Eddie's gaze and you just grin, you had admired him from a far, how he grew up into the guy before you. Just so different from everyone else. That toned jawline, ringlet curls in a near mullet, "You're so grown up now. You even have an Adam's apple", he just snorted and changed his grip on the steering wheel, which turned your attention to his hands, they seemed so strong with the strumming of his guitar. "Well, you know, that happens, y/n. Like you…you turned into a babe" he offers a wink then gets back to driving. You find your face lit red-hot with that simple comment "O-oh.. thanks. You know, I didn't mean to get so hung up in my own mess that I forgot about you. The truth is, the person you became in Highschool was a little scary to me". He nodded "I am pretty scary, sometimes, so I get it. But, I am still kind of the same on the inside. But not many people know that. They think I'm all..yeah" he gestured to himself and you nodded. "I can tell you're mostly the same mushy, scaredy cat Eddie. I'm glad for that" by the time you guys have a conversation, you're already in front of his trailer "Home sweet home, Y/N". You hiss a little and flop out of the car "You live here now?" your hand did swipe the wrinkles in your skirt away. "Too lowly for you, Princess?" he said with a grin. But that nickname made your skin speckle with goosebumps "N-no…that's not it. Just, don't you live with your uncle now? Is he home?" . He shook his head and opened the door a little "Nah, he works nights, you're good here for a while". He gestures about as you both reach the threshold "Casa de Eddie, you want a beer? Soda?". You look about, picking up various knick knacks there "Uh… yeah… soda. I'm not a big fan of beer". Eddie chuckles from the other side of the room and the sound is just….so sexy and you find yourself standing beside him in the kitchen, tugging at his sleeve, "Eddie.. thank you so much. You don't even know how much you've done for me right now, i could kiss you". He looked up, gave you that cocky smirk of his and handed you a Dr.pepper " I wouldn't stop you if you did, Princess"