#as of right now in the campaign he's covering up most of his skin so I can't really draw the innards often but

[anglerflsh]

someday I'll have the patience to sort out how exactly the inner gears look

[harringtonstilinski]

...Ready For It? (Eddie's Version) - Eddie Munson (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 8,372 Warnings: fluff, shy/innocent/virgin!henderson!reader, multiple uses of the word chuckle Requested: no | yes; i hope it meets your expectations, @fandom-princess-forevermore!! Smut: no | yes; protected p in v, oral (f receiving), virginity loss, A/N: Hi, friends! Just like with my first Steve fic (what seems like forever ago), my first Eddie Munson fic is a smut piece!! Even though Eddie's still in high school when this is based, he and reader are roughly the same age; around their early 20s. Vecna isn't in this because fuck that piece of shit, lol. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Eddie fucking Munson. The boy you’ve had your eye on since you first noticed him in the library during study hall your freshman year. Now that Dustin, your little brother, is in Hellfire Club with him, your crush on him grew.

You were currently with Dustin and the Hellfire Club at their latest meeting, sitting in the corner of the room with a book in hand, minding your own business as you read the words on the pages, but as Eddie’s voice rang out, you looked up at him through your lashes, watching him speak to the group.

“The hooded cultists chant, hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna,” he said. “They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated. And something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!” He covered his left eye with right hand, his left arm behind his back.

The group exclaimed their protests as you looked on, confused. You never sat in on the campaigns, but Dustin had begged you to and said that you could bring your books to read, so you caved. 

You and Eddie locked eyes for a moment, a small smirk on his lips as he watched your cheeks flush the smallest amount before you cast your eyes back down to the pages of your book.

“Vecna’s dead!” Jeff exclaimed.

“He was killed by Kas,” Mike added.

“So it was thought, my friends,” Eddie said. “So it was thought.” Grabbing a playing piece, he stood up a little straighter and said, “But Vecna lives.” He placed the playing piece where he needed to on the board.

You looked up again as his voice captured your attention once more as he said, “You are scared. You’re tired. You are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists, or do you stand your ground and fight?” After a few seconds of silence, he added, “Come on.”

Dustin looked back at you with pleading eyes, but you shrugged your shoulders, looking back at your book when your brother turned back around to face the group, silent for a moment as he thought before he spoke up saying, “I say we fight.”

Deciding to speak up, you quietly said, “To the death,” while keeping your eyes on your book.

“To the death,” Dustin and Mike agreed.

“To the death,” Erica added, the entire group looking back at you as they chanted, “To the death!” 

Eddie, however, just looked at you with that smile of his as you shyly smiled and sunk more in the chair you were occupying, going back to your book. His laughter caused you to sneak a glance at him once more, that shy smile coming back to your features.

He sat back down, his smile bigger than ever as the group continued to chant, your brother yelling it out. A chuckle sounded from you as you went back to your book. 

Dice and gaming pieces hitting the board, protests and happy exclaims sounded as you flipped through the pages, immersed in the story you were reading about two lovers. You hadn’t realized that you were biting your bottom lip from the steamy scene you were reading when you looked at the Dungeon Master over the edge of your book as he laughed at something to do with the game.

“Time out! Time out!” Doug exclaimed before he, Gareth, Mike, Dustin, Erica, and Jeff gathered into a huddle to talk out what to do within the game. You couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

“Guys, I hate to say, but we have got to flee,” Gareth said.

“I conquer,” Doug said.

“Did we just agree with Y/N to the death?” Erica asked.

“That wasn’t literal,” Gareth replied.

Jeff spoke up next, adding, “Vecna just decimated us. We can’t kill him with two players.”

“You too?” Dustin asked. “He has 15 hit points left. Don’t be pussies.”

“Dustin!” you chastised.

“Pussies?” Gareth said.

“Gareth!” you chastised… again.

He looked at you, saying, “Really?” before turning back to the group, saying, “ ‘Cause we’re not delusional.”

“Delusional?” Erica said. “How about not cowards?”

You jumped as Eddie’s voice rang through your ears as he said, “Hey!” He looked at you as he was sitting on the balls of his feet in the chair, an apologetic look on his face before he turned to the group, saying, “If I may interrupt, gentlemen, Lady Applejack.” He moved to sit down with the group turning to look at him as he said, “Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don’t try to be heroes. Not today, ‘kay?” 

He smiled and you felt something deep in your core as you looked at him, your bottom lip back between your teeth. You were thanking the Gods above that he couldn’t see the motion through your book.

Dustin held up a finger, saying, “One sec,” before turning back towards the group. “What do you think, Mike?”

“How many hit points do you and Applejack have left?” the Wheeler boy asked.

“Twelve,” Dustin and Erica replied.

“It’s risky as hell. But you’re the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.”

“What do you say, Lady Applejack?” Dustin asked.

“You really gotta ask?” Erica replied.

After a couple of seconds, Dustin said, “Screw it,” and the group turned back to Eddie, your brother saying, “Let’s kill the son of a bitch.”

As they stepped closer to the table, Jeff said, “The chances of success are 20-to-1.”

Holding a finger in the air, Dustin said, “Never tell me the odds,” to which you giggled at, your eyes never having left the words in front of you. “Give me the D20.” Dustin held his hand out, which caused you to look back up from the pages as Eddie smiled again and threw the die at your brother.

Dustin rolled the die and released it onto the board. You watched as Eddie stood to watch the die before saying with two headbangs, “That’s. A,” before shaking his head while saying, “Miss!”

“No!” came from everyone but Dustin, who exclaimed, “Shit! Shit!”

Laughing again, you pressed your forehead into the middle of your book, looking back up at the group as Dustin and Erica switched places. The youngest Sinclair rolled the die in her hands with Gareth and Dustin exclaiming a “please” and “come on” before tossing it onto the board, everyone watching with anticipation.

“Crit hit!” Erica shouted, the six of them jumping happily at their win.

Eddie stood up straight, saying, “What? What?” before clapping his hands once and bending over, a happy look on his face as he looked over towards you as he added, “That’s why we play.”

You didn’t know that was looking at you, you were too immersed in your book again to see or hear anything that was going on. What you also didn’t notice was the fact that you were lowering your book as you continued to read, your lip still in between your teeth as the characters in your book were getting it on.

As they started to pack up, you couldn’t help but picture yourself doing these steamy scenes with Eddie. Yes, you’d develop a little crush on him since you’d been bringing Dustin to Hellfire. He’d also dropped Dustin off at home sometimes, talking with your mom in the living room. He’s even been over for dinner a few times!

Those nights he’d stay to hang out after dinner, you’d be curled up on the couch next to him with a book, a decent amount of space in between the two of you to not make things awkward.

Eddie kept stealing glances at you that night, a crush of his own developing that night. When he kept smiling at himself while looking at you, he couldn’t help but think of having you leaning against him, a book in your hand as you read to him.

He also couldn’t help but think of all of the ways he could pleasure you, like the characters in your books. Once or twice, he’d sneak a glance at your pages, seeing what you were so immersed in. Eddie always knew that when you read those scenes, your lip would go in between your teeth. He always wondered what scenario you pictured or who you pictured while you read.

Eddie was brought from his thoughts when Dustin called your name, saying with a smile that it was time for you to go home. You put your bookmark in your book to keep your place before standing from the chair, your shirt having risen a little bit.

Eddie couldn’t help but look at the small bit of your exposed skin, a tingling sensation happening below his belt. Shaking his head from his thoughts, he took a deep breath and released it, grabbing his D&D book to shut it just as you were looking over at him.

You watched him for a second before saying to Dustin that you’d be at the car in a moment before he nodded and walked off with his friends, happy about the events that occurred during the game.

Walking to Eddie, you placed your hand on the table as his back was turned, picking up one of the pieces of the game. “What is this?” you asked, quietly. 

Even though he knew you were there, he still jumped as he turned to look at you. Placing a hand on his heart and the other on the table, he took in a deep breath as you lightly chuckled.

“Sorry,” you said.

Shaking his head, he said, “No, it’s fine.” He sighed, loudly, which made you chuckle again before he stood up straighter, looking at the piece in your hand. “That, uhm…” he started, bringing his hand to rub at his chin. A nervous tick you noticed he had. “That’s Vecna.”

You looked at the playing piece, an eyebrow cocked. “The… thing they were fighting tonight?”

He chuckled and crossed his arms. “Yeah. The thing they were fighting.” Looking at you, Eddie couldn’t help but smile the tiniest bit at you as you handed him the piece. 

“Uhm,” you started, feeling a small spark run through your hand as Eddie’s fingers grazed yours. “I-I think Dustin was going to see if you all could come and hang out at the house for a little while since it’s Spring Break now.”

“Y/N/N! Eddie!” Dustin called.

“Speak of the little devil,” you and Eddie said in unison. You looked at each other and started laughing. 

Ignoring the two of you, Dustin rolled his eyes and asked, “Hey, Eddie, did you want to come to the house and hang out for a little while? You could work on a new campaign!” You watched as his eyes lit up with that suggestion.

Sighing, Eddie scratched at his cheek, feigning thought as Dustin practically begged him to say yes, a chuckle coming from the other male with a nod. Your little brother almost jumped in excitement at his friend’s answer. 

After he had packed everything up, Eddie walked with you down the hallway, attempting to make small talk. “You’re not gonna, like, hide away in your room all night, are you?”

“Uhm,” you stuttered. “I-I’m not sure. You guys coming over is more for Dustin than anything.”

Eddie stopped walking as soon as the two of you made it outside, gently grabbing your elbow to make you stop and face him. He tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. Shaking his head, he said, “You don’t have to be shy around us. Especially me.”

You felt your breath hitch a little as he took a step closer to you, your head tilting back to look at him. As you looked into his eyes, you couldn’t help but want to kiss him, and you almost did until Dustin’s voice called for you, your head snapping his direction.

With a sigh, you pulled away from Eddie, looking at him shyly before starting the walk to your car. “I guess I’ll see you at my house?”

Nodding, Eddie replied with a yeah before scratching at the back of his neck. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when you saw Steve walking to his own car before you ran up to him, giving him a hug.

“How’s my favorite bookworm?” Steve asked, setting you back on the ground.

“I’m good, a little tired. How was the game?” you asked.

“It was awesome. We won!”

“What?!” you squealed, excitedly. With your hands on his shoulders, you jumped a little, saying, “That’s amazing!”

“Yeah, Lucas made the winning shot,” Steve smiled, holding your waist. 

You looked around for the oldest Sinclair with a big smile on your face. “I need to go congratulate him!” Looking back at Steve, you hugged him again, bidding him a good night before you found Lucas, running to him and giving him a hug.

Lucas welcomed it, his eyes locking with Eddie’s, a knowing look on both of their faces. When the two of you pulled back, you wrapped your arm around his shoulders, walking to your car with him. You always took him from Hellfire, so taking him home from the game shouldn’t feel any different, but he kindly declined, saying that he was going to the after party at Benny’s.

You told him to be safe before making your way to your car, getting into the front seat of the car but not before looking at Eddie with a small smile. Once you were on the road, you could feel three pairs of eyes on you. Jeff and Gareth in the backseat while your brother occupied the front. 

“You and Eddie almost kissed,” Dustin said, a smile on his face.

“What?” you chuckled. “No we didn’t.”

“Well, if that’s not almost kissing,” Gareth said.

“Then the stolen looks all night were just stolen looks then,” Jeff added.

You looked at them in the rearview mirror before looking at your brother, shaking your head. “Whatever, losers.” When you looked in your side mirror, you saw headlights gaining up on you, a small smile coming over your features as they slowed down. You could faintly hear a guitar solo sounding from Eddie’s van. 

A laugh came out from you as he stuck his hand out of his window, making the rock on symbol. The boys laughed along with you as you put your eyes back on the road. As the boys were talking about the night and what they plan on doing while hanging out in either Dustin’s room or the living room, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

Not being able to stop yourself from letting your mind go there, you thought about your book and what the characters were doing. All the sex you had read about, the thoughts that ran through your mind about you and Eddie doing those things. 

You’d never have sex before; yes, you were a virgin. You were also shy; not wanting to change in front of anyone in the locker room when you were in school. When you were home alone, you wouldn’t even run across the hall to your bedroom to get dressed after your shower. And you were innocent, but not as innocent as some people might think. Since your books had a lot of sex in them, you knew about certain positions… but that’s all you really knew about. You’ve heard girls talk about giving a blowjob, but didn’t stick around enough to listen to their explanations.

Pulling into your driveway, you were pulled out of your thoughts as the boys cheered at the fact that your mom bought more chips the other day at the store. You made a mental note to pick more up when you went within the next couple of days.

After you had walked into the house, you did exactly what Eddie asked you about at the school. You went to hide in your room. Once you had your favorite record on, you took off the jacket you were wearing to drape over your vanity chair. 

Before you could get sucked back into your own little bookworld, your landline rang, a groan coming from your throat, which was the wrong time for Eddie to walk up to your door, his cock twitching a little at the sound, his mind immediately going into the gutter.

Picking up your phone, you said into the mouthpiece, “I swear to all that is good in this world, Steven-”

“It’s Max.”

“Oh,” you sighed. “Sorry, what’s up?”

“I need to you come by.”

Sitting up, concern started to flow through you as Dustin yelled your name before opening your door as you replied back to Max. “What happened?”

She sighed before she replied, “Mom went on a bender again. She ended up calling from some rando’s house.”

Before she even finished her statement, you were up and putting your shoes and jacket back on. “Don’t say another word. I’m on my way.” After she gave you her thanks, you hung up the phone, and turned around to walk out of your room but stopped once you saw the Hellfire Club looking at you with confused looks, concerned looks… worry.

You chuckled and shook your head. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t Steve.” Hearing a breath of relief, you looked up, locking eyes with Dustin. “Oh, don’t act like you wouldn’t leave the house to come with me if it was him.”

“Then who was it?” Dustin asked.

Looking at each boy before stopping on Eddie’s eyes, you sighed. “It was Max. Her mom went out and didn’t come home. She wants me to go over.” You grabbed your book before walking towards your door, placing your hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “I’ll be back later.” Looking at each boy again, you gave a stern look to each of them as you said, “Don’t. Go. Into. My. Room. Period.”

Eddie chuckled, gaining your attention. “I won’t go in because I’m taking you to Max’s.”

Now it was your turn to give him a confused look. “What are you talking about? You’re staying here to hang out with Dustin and your friends.”

“No, I’m taking you to Max’s house. I live across the way from her. I don’t mind.”

“Eddie,” you softly said, tilting your head towards your shoulder. 

“No, really. I don’t mind. Besides, if you're coming back then I have to come back.”

You sighed, giving in. “Okay. Let’s go then.” 

The boys parted like the Red Sea as you walked out of your room, Dustin shutting the door behind everyone. 

“Oh, Y/N/N,” your mom said. “Where are you going?”

Scratching between Tews’ ears, you answered your mom. “Going to check in on Max. She said her mom went out.” You only told your mom what information you wanted. “Eddie’s gonna take me over there, but I should be back later.”

“Okay, honey. Just be careful.”

“I will, Mom.” With that, you and Eddie walked out of your house after he bid your mom a good night. 

Once the two of you made it to his van, he opened the door for you, holding his hand out of you to take. “M’lady.”

You chuckled, taking his hand in yours before getting into the seat, giving your thanks. Knowing Eddie, you knew he probably didn’t turn his music down before he got out, so you leaned over the middle console, turning the volume dial to the left, knowing it had turned down a little.

When he got in, he put the key into the ignition and turned the key to crank the engine. He was already prepared to apologize, the words on his tongue, but he was cut off when the sound didn’t come through the speakers, his eyes on the radio.

You laughed out loud at his reaction, covering your mouth as you did. “I turned it down when you closed the door.”

“Without it being on?” he asked, incredulously.

Nodding, you smiled. “I do it all the time in my mom’s car after Dustin’s been in it. I think you’re influencing him a little with the loud music.”

While you were explaining all that, Eddie had backed out of your driveway, driving towards Forest Hills, the trailer park he and Max lived in. “I hope it’s a good kind of influence.”

You chuckled, looking down at the cover of your book. “Well, considering I also listen to metal music, I would say it’s a good influence.”

Eddie’s heart and cock swelled at hearing you say that. He knew that you listened to all the popular music on the radio, having heard and seen you jam out to Madonna a few good times. 

The both of you were comfortable in the silence that had surrounded you. Eddie didn’t want to ruin it, but his next words slipped out before he could stop them. “I’m glad you came tonight. I didn’t think you’d stay.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you say, honestly. “I was just gonna drop him off and have him catch a ride home from Steve, but he practically begged me to stay, so… there I sat all night. Nose stuck in this book.” You chuckled breathily, slightly holding up your book.

“What’s it about?” Eddie asked.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “My-my book?”

Keeping his eyes on the dark road, he nodded. “Yeah. I wanna know what has captured your attention.”

Taking a deep breath, you sunk a little lower into the seat, the action not going unnoticed by Eddie.

“You don't have to tell me. You can tell me to fuck off, for all I care.”

“I would never do that.” You were quiet for a moment before you quietly added, “I’m not a mean person.”

“Am I?”

You looked at him and sat up straighter. “What, mean?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

He sighed. “People like to think I’m mean and scary.”

“All because you play D&D?” you asked, an eyebrow cocked.

Stealing a glance your way, Eddie nodded his head, saying, “Yeah.”

That angered you. Eddie was one of the sweetest people you’ve had the pleasure of knowing. So, for people to call him scary and mean was downright… well, mean! You decided to voice your opinion on the matter. “Well… they’re just mean! And can fuck right off!”

Surprise flew Eddie at hearing you cuss. He smiled, and once again, his cock twitched in his pants, a bulge starting to appear, and he was thanking all the higher powers above that you couldn’t see it.

The two of you made small talk as he drove to his trailer, the sound of your laughter something that he was loving to hear from you. He wanted to hear it for the rest of his life. Once he parked in front of his trailer and got out, he walked over to your side, helping you out the same way he helped you in.

You walked over to Max’s house, knocking on the door. As you waited for the redhead to open the door, you looked back over at Eddie’s, seeing that he was standing on the small slab of concrete at his front door. Giving him a small smile, you looked back to Max’s door as it opened, the teenager looking at you with relief in her eyes.

She grabbed your arm and dragged you inside, shutting the door behind you. With her hands on your shoulders, she looked you deep in your eyes asking, “Two things. One; why are you with Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson? Two; I need relationship advice.”

“Okay, one; he’s not a freak. You’re reading way into what the popular kids are saying. Two; I thought you and Lucas were broken up?”

“We are,” she answered, completely disregarding the fact that you just defended Eddie. “But, a part of me still loves him. Like, I can’t stop thinking about him. I want to be with him, but at the same time I don’t want to be with him. I’m still fucked up from Billy’s death. Like - do you see my dilemma here?”

You chuckled, sitting down on the couch, placing your book on your lap. “Max, listen. If you still love Lucas and want to be with him, but you’re not totally sure if you want to be with him, just continue this little break you’re on. Hang out with him as friends first, and if your feelings are still there, then just talk to him about it. You can’t keep being radio silent on him forever. He’ll eventually move on if you do.”

She sat next to you as you spoke, thinking your words over. “Would you be mad if I said I called him right after you, and asked him to come over?”

“Why the fuck would I be mad?”

“Eddie know you have a mouth on you?” she asked, a playful smile on her lips.

You started to stutter over your words, not sure how she knows about your crush. Sighing, you said, “Fucking hell, Dustin.”

“Can’t keep his mouth closed for shit,” she chuckled.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Looking over at Max, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, her own joining yours. A knock interrupted your moment with the girl that was like a little sister to you, as well as El. Standing, you placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her an encouraging smile and gentle squeeze. “Just talk to him.”

She nodded her head as another knock sounded, which caused you to sigh. “Alright, Sinclair. I’m coming.” Opening the door, you were met with a very confused Lucas. “I thought you were at Benny’s?”

He shook his head, pointing towards Max. “She called. Said she wanted to hang out.”

“Awwww,” you happily whined, putting a hand on your chest. “You ditched your asshole friends to hang out with your ex-girlfriend? Lucas Charles Sinclair-”

Holding his hands up, he scrunched his face and said, “Please don’t full name me. It sounds weird, and makes me feel like I’m in trouble.”

Chuckling, you walked by Lucas, squeezing his upper arm. “Talk. And listen.”

He nodded as you walked down the steps that led up to Max’s trailer. Looking straight ahead, you sighed as you looked at Eddie’s trailer, deciding to walk over and knock on his door. You had to take a step down as you heard his footsteps. 

Opening the door, he smiled and held his arms out as if saying welcome. You chuckled and stepped into his trailer, turning to look towards Max’s, seeing her and Lucas watching you. Sticking your tongue out to them, you closed the door and turned to face Eddie.

He was standing in the middle of his living room, an amused smile on his face.

“What?” you asked, holding your book to your chest.

“Really? Sticking your tongue out? At two teenagers?”

“I’ve known them since they were pre-teens, it’s fine.” You waved him off and looked around, smiling a little to yourself. “I know this is probably a stupid ass question, but do you live here alone?”

Eddie chuckled, looking down. “No. I live here with my uncle. He’s working nights again.”

You nodded your head, looking around.

“I know it’s not fancy or anything–”

“It’s nice,” you whispered. You looked at him and he at you. It was like there was a magnet between the two of you, pulling you to each other. Nothing happened yet between the two of you, but you were both panting from anticipation. His hands on your face, yours on his waist.

“I just have two questions,” Eddie whispered. “Have you had your first kiss yet? Has anyone made you feel good?”

“Yes to the first,” you replied, breath hitting Eddie’s face. “No to the second.”

He pulled back a little. “You’re a virgin?”

You nodded, looking at him. “No one ever felt right.”

“And I do?”

“The rightest.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead on yours. “I don’t think that’s a word, babe.”

Closing your eyes, you smiled. “It is. Now, kiss me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. As soon as his lips met yours, you were a goner. Arms snaking up his body to wrap around his neck while his slid down your body to wrap his arms around your waist before squatting ever so slightly to place his hands on the backs of your hips, you already knowing to jump.

Wrapping your legs around his middle, he turned and walked the two of you into his bedroom, your lips working in tandem with his steps on his neck. 

Eddie groaned as he placed your back on his mattress, your lips never stopping their assault as he breathed out, “Fuck, baby.”

It was your turn to groan as the telephone rang, Eddie’s forehead meeting your shoulder. “I should just ignore it,” he said.

“Yeah, maybe,” you breathed. You went to kiss him again when the phone rang again. 

He sighed. “I’ll be right back.” Looking at you, he smiled. “Don’t go anywhere.” Lifting himself from you, he walked out of his bedroom, giving you a chance to look around as you sat up on your elbows.

“Y/N/N,” Eddie said, walking back into his room. “It’s for you, too.”

You got up from his bed, confused before you walked over to where his phone was, picking it up from where Eddie had placed it. “Hello?” you sighed as you felt Eddie’s chest on your back, the neckline of your shirt being pulled from where it sat on your skin, Eddie’s lips meeting the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Cast protection!” Dustin exclaimed from the other end of the line.

“Wh-what?”

“Jesus, Y/N/N. Cast protection!”

Eddie started sucking where his lips were, a sigh falling from your lips. “Fuck off, Dustin,” you said before hanging up. Bringing your hand to rest on the back of Eddie’s head, you gasped as you felt his teeth sink into your skin. “Eddie!”

“Yes, princess?”

“Do more, please. Wait, what did you just call me?” You turned to face him, an amused smirk on his face. 

“I called you princess.”

“No one has ever called me that before. Where did-” Your words got stuck in your throat as your eyes widened. “You read my books.”

“Only the good parts.” Putting your face in your hands, you groaned, embarrassed. “Oh, my god. I’m mortified.”

He chuckled. “Don’t be.” He rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “Did you know you bite your lip when you read those steamy” - Kiss to the top of your head. “Hot-” Hands on your face to lift your head up. “Erotic-” Kiss to your forehead. “Smutty-” Kiss to your cheek. “Fucking scenes?”

Without another word, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, crashing your lips to his in a heated, passionate kiss. Eddie turned you both around to walk you backwards into his room, where your back met the mattress again after your shirt was stripped from your body.

Before he was able to crawl over you, you wrapped your hands on the hem of his shirt, lifting it to reveal his bare torso and tattoos to you. One of a spider and the other of a skullish looking head with red eyes and tongue, hair looking like it was blowing in the wind. You traced your fingers over the permanent ink. 

“You like ‘em?” Eddie asked, watching your eyes. When you nodded, he cupped your cheek with his left hand, your eyes landing back on his. “I have three more.”

“Really?” you breathed.

He smiled, softly, sitting on his knees in between your legs to guide you to sit up. “Right arm.”

You looked at his right forearm, seeing a demonized marionette doll connected by strings to what looked like a clawed hand. “Looks like a witch’s hand,” you whispered. Flipping his arm over, you smiled a little at seeing the bats you always saw. “Bats.”

Eddie twisted his arm a little to give you a view of his tricep. 

Confused, you asked. “What’s this one?”

“It’s a wyvern,” he said. “It’s a dragon with two legs. Part of D&D.”

Your smile returned as you look at him. “It suits you.” 

“Thanks, princess.” He kissed you, softly this time as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. Feeling the material go slack against your chest, you pressed your arms to the cups, keeping the material in place. 

Eddie noticed your hesitation, bringing his hand back to cup your cheek. “Hey, look at me.” Once your eyes met his, he shook his head, his hair moving with the motion. “Please don’t hide from me. You have nothing to hide. No reason to be shy.”

“But you’re the fir-” You stopped yourself, your shyness peaking through.

“I’m the first to see your tits?” He was so quiet as he spoke, your head nodding ever so slightly. 

“Comes with being a virgin, I guess.”

“Then we’ll take things slow,” he said, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. 

All you saw in his eyes was honesty and respect when you looked into those chocolate orbs you were quickly falling in love with. “Thank you,” you smiled as you added, “Dungeon Master.”

Eddie laughed, hanging his head for a moment. That gave you the opportunity to let out a quiet breath and release your arms from your breasts, your bra falling into your lap. Once Eddie saw the material, he slowly looked up at you, his eyes on your chest for a moment. 

When he looked at you, he slowly laid you down onto your back, bringing his hand down from your cheek to your breast.

Your breath hitched as you watched him place a kiss on your areola. Closing your eyes to savor the moment, you drew out a gasp with your back arching a little as Eddie’s lips wrapped around your nipple, lightly sucking and licking the hardening bud.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, taking the bud back into his mouth.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered. You could feel your core reacting to his tongue and lips. “Please keep going.”

Eddie snickered, pressing kisses to your breasts as he switched, taking your left bud into his mouth to give the same attention he gave to the right. 

“Fuck, your mouth is amazing,” you sighed.

He released your bud with a soft pop, bringing his face back up to yours, his hair falling on either side of his face to create a curtain or veil around the two of you, blocking out the world around you, even though it’s just the two of you in the trailer. “You haven’t felt what it can do yet,” he smirked.

You giggled as you watched him kiss down the valley of your breasts and stomach, stopping when he reached the top of your jeans, looking up at you as he unbuttoned and unzipped them, sitting up on his knees. This time, you saw his erection straining against his jeans. “Happy to see me, Eddie, or do you have a really big joint in your pocket?”

“Oh, little Eddie is very happy to see you, baby.”

Laughing, you lifted your hips off the mattress so that he could take your jeans and panties off in one fell swoop. Your nerves set in again, and Eddie could tell that you wanted to close your legs, so he quickly but gently put his hands on your knees to keep them from moving.

“Remember what I said, baby? You don’t have a reason to hide or be shy.”

His words put your nerves at ease as you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding as he spread your knees apart, his eyes downcast to your glistening core. “Shit, baby,” he murmured as you scooted up the bed to give him room to lay down. Once your head hit his pillow, you tilted your head to get a good look at him. “All that for me?” 

Nodding your head, you took a deep breath as he laid on his mattress, arms wrapping under your thighs, his rings digging deliciously into your skin. 

“Fuck me,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your left thigh. When he kissed your right, his eyes locked on yours as he turned his face towards where you wanted him most. “You ready, baby?”

Releasing a shaky breath, you nodded. “Yes.”

Looking down at your pussy, he pressed a light kiss to your clit, a small gasp sounding from you before you released a breathy chuckle. Once, twice, three more times he kissed your clit before lightly licking a stripe up from your entrance back to your clit.

“Oh, my god,” you moaned, hands gripping the sheets. 

“Think you can handle it a little rougher?” he asked before kitten licking your clit again.

“Y-yes, Eddie, fuck,” you breathed. You thought you heard him growl before sucked your clit in his mouth, licking it like it was an ice cream cone on a hot as shit summer day. “Oh, my god!” you moaned, loudly. 

He released your clit, continuing his licks as he circled your entrance with one of his fingers. “Have you ever fingered yourself?” he asked, sucking on your clit again. 

When you looked down at him, you grabbed the sides of his hair, pulling it away from your body, holding it in place at the crown of his head. He looked at you as you took one of your hands away, nodding. “Yes. You can… f-finger me, Eddie.”

Since you had a light hold on his hair to keep it out of his face, he was able to turn his head to the side to kiss the inside of your thigh as he inserted a finger in your dripping cunt. “How many?” he asked.

“Two,” you whined as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “Sometimes three. Just depends.”

“Think I’ll stick with two for now,” he said, rising to rest on his hand that was now flat against the mattress. He pumped his fingers in and out of you at almost too fast pace for you, but at the sight of slight discomfort on your face, he slowed his pace to a more perfect one; not too fast, not too slow… just right. “You like that, baby? That the right pace for you?”

You nodded, running your fingers through his hair that was dangling over his shoulder. “S’good!” Placing a hand on his neck, you brought his face closer to yours, pressing your lips on his after his hand moved from beside your waist to beside your head to better balance himself. You all but squealed when you felt his thumb on your clit, your release coming on fast. “Please don’t stop, You breathed. “I’m so close, Eddie. S’close.”

“You gonna cum all over my fingers, baby? Do it. Cum for me.” Eddie bent down the small distance to your breast, taking your nipple back into his mouth to help your release come a little fast.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you breathed, putting your hand on his forearm, lightly squeezing. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop.” You took a deep breath, releasing it as you exclaimed his name. “E-Eddie!” 

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie cooed, watching as he slowed his hand to a slower pace to help ride out your high. Once he was sure you were calm, he released his fingers from your core, placing them in his mouth to lick himself clean. “Damn, you taste incredible.”

You immediately kissed his mouth, tongues tangling together as you tasted yourself on him. “Fuck, I do.”

“You’re dirty,” he chuckled. “I like it.”

“I’ll cum in your mouth next time,” you smiled.

“There’s gonna be a next time?” 

“Well, I hope so!”

He was quiet for a moment before you squealed as he all but rolled on top of you, careful not to dead weight you. “Damn, I’m a lucky Munson.”

“You’ll be even more lucky if you stuck your cock in me,” you smiled. Placing your hands on the waistband of his pants, you repeated his earlier motions in taking off your jeans and panties. “Jeans and boxers off.” Flashing him your pearly whites had him laughing lightly, getting off the bed to take off his jeans and boxers and to retrieve a condom. 

You moaned as you watch him pump himself a few times before opening the foil packet to grab the latex out to roll it onto his hardened cock. “Fuck, Eddie, that’s hot.”

He settled himself between your legs again, the both of you getting into a somewhat comfortable position. Gathering your wetness that was still leaking out of you, Eddie lined himself up to your entrance before looking up at you. “Before I slide in, I’ve gotta ask; are you absolutely sure about this?”

Without missing a beat, you said, “Yes,” while cupping his cheeks. 

He nodded, looking down once more before his eyes came back to yours. “Ready for it?”

Nodding, you took a deep breath, feeling the sting of Eddie’s cock entering for the very first time. You held your breath as you tapped his shoulders, Eddie stopping all movements.

“Breathe,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. 

“What’s in?” you whispered back.

“Just the head.”

“Fuck, it’s huge.”

Eddie looked at you, feeling bad that you were in pain before he tried pushing himself in a little more, watching as a tear leaked from the corner of your eye and down to your ear. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. Kissing the corner of your eye, he took a deep breath of his own. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you breathed. “Try some more.”

He carefully and slowly pushed into you more, a shaky breath coming from your lips. “I’m s-”

“If you say you’re sorry one more goddamn time, Edward, I will have you pull out and I’ll be known as the half-virgin Henderson.”

He chuckled as you turned your head to look at him. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Kiss me.”

Not missing a beat, Eddie placed his lips on yours as your hands went to his waist and pulled, his cock pushing into you more until he was fully sheathed. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You feel incredible. So fucking tight.”

“You did it, Eddie,” you whispered. He looked at you as you smiled. “You took my virginity.”

“You’re happy?”

Nodding, you sniffled lightly, bringing your hands from where they had fallen onto his shoulders back to cup his cheeks. “Because it’s you who took it. I wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyone else.”

“Not even Harrington?”

“Steve?” You giggled. “Steve is just a friend. A really good friend. Since I met you, I’ve wanted you to be the one. And now look! We’re connected.”

With a cock brow, he lifted up a little. “Are you quoting your book?”

Looking around at the ceiling in thought, you thought about the words you’d read just almost an hour ago. “Oh, fuck!” Realization hit you like a bus. “Fuck. Ignore that. Come here.” You brought his lips back to yours, a heated kiss shared between you two. “Please move. I’m good now. Just needed time to adjust.” Your words were pretty much cut off as Eddie pulled his hips back and slowly pushed them forward. 

He did this a few times before you asked him to move a little faster. A light sheen of sweat started to coat your bodies as he moved faster and faster until he was slamming his hips against yours at the perfect pace.

When you announced that your release was coming again, his fingers met your clit, rubbing in circles until you were chanting his name like a prayer. “Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!”

“That’s it, baby, cum for me again. I’m so close.”

Three more thrusts is all it took for the dam to break within you again, your second orgasm of the night hitting, your walls fluttering and tightening around Eddie’s cock, sending his own release into the condom. 

Once you both were calmed down, he gently pulled out, a hiss coming from him while an almost pained groan sounded from you. He kissed all over your core as an apology before saying it, dipping out of the room with a smile on his face as one of his pillows was thrown at his face by you.

When Eddie came into his room, he had a warm cloth in his hand, ready to help clean you up. “This is called–”

“Aftercare,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I may have been a virgin, but I wasn’t stupid. I’m still not!”

He chuckled before reaching down to grab his Hellfire shirt to hand to you, as well helping slide your panties back up your legs to sit comfortably on your waist. Once he had his boxers on, he laid in the bed beside you, bringing you to cuddle against his side.

It was silent between the two of you as you both laid there, thinking about the events that just transpired. With a smile on your face, you tilted your head back on his shoulder, bringing your arm to rest on his chest to play with his guitar pick necklace. 

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?” he asked, fingers lightly running up and down your arm.

“Giving me the best night of my life.”

He looked down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re welcome, m’lady.”

For some reason, that pet name had you jolting upright in his bed, the word, “Shit,” escaping your mouth. Jumping from the bed, you grabbed your bra and put it on before finding your jeans and putting those on. Without a word, you tossed Eddie his clothes and a random shirt you found on the floor. “Get dressed.”

“Why?”

Stopping your movements, you looked at him as he put his jeans back on. “You have to take me back home. Remember? I told Dustin and my mom I’d be back!”

That seemed to get his ass into gear because within the next few seconds, he had written a note to his Uncle Wayne and was out the door and driving down the road to your house in a comfortable silence.

What made you smile was the fact that Eddie’s hand never left your thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth, even with your fingers laced with his. It put a smile on your face that you never wanted to leave.

Once he parked in your driveway, you didn’t move. When he tried to remove his hand from your thigh, you tightened your grip on his hand. He looked at you, the smallest of worry laced in his eyes.

“We should talk,” you said, a small smile on your face. “About us. Like, what we are.”

Eddie leaned closer to you, his head tilted a little in your direction. “Well, how about I call you my girlfriend, you call me your boyfriend, and we’ll call it even?”

Giggling, you looked dead in his eyes, your smile never faltering as you replied, “I like the sound of that.”

Walking into your house, the Club met you in the living room, a smile on their faces, cheers all around as they noticed your fingers laced together.

“It’s about time,” Gareth exclaimed.

“Congrats, man!” Jeff said, clapping Eddie’s back.

You looked at Dustin, who had a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher. Sitting next to him, you placed your arm around his shoulders. “What’s up, kid?”

He looked at you, eyebrows up in worry. “You and Eddie? Really?”

“Yeah?”

Looking down at his lap, he whispered, “I always thought it’d be you and Steve.”

Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around him, giving him an awkward hug. “I love you, Dustin. Steve and I are just friends. Always have been. We talked about it, sure, but I didn’t like his King Steve attitude, so we just remained friends. He’s my best friend now because of how he took you in.”

Dustin looked at you. “What about Eddie? You were so shy around him.”

“I’m shy around everyone,” you retorted. “But Eddie’s different. You know how when you saw Suzie for the first time, how your heart almost exploded?” At his nod, you continued, not realizing that Jeff, Gareth and Doug had sat on the floor in front of you, listening to your story as Eddie leaned against the wall by the door, watching your interaction. “That’s how I felt when I first saw Eddie. Seeing him those nights that I stayed during those nights you wanted me to, I kept having that… heart exploding feeling. I had tonight during Hellfire.”

“So, since the two of you went to Max’s and then had sex after, what does that make you two now?” your brother asked.

Mortified, you widened your eyes. “How do you know about that?”

“Y/N/N, I’m not stupid.”

Narrowing your eyes, you asked, “You’ve read my books?”

“I think everyone in this room has,” he chuckled. “You’re not subtle when you’re reading those scenes.”

“Anyway!” you exclaimed as everyone laughed, your own chuckle sounding from you. “Eddie and I… we’re… together.”

Cheers were heard all around, Jeff and Gareth all but tackling you to the couch, Eddie’s voice sounding over the noise as he said, “Alright, get off my girl!” He pulled to your feet, wrapping an arm around your lower back, his free hand resting on your hip as you wrapped an arm around his neck, your free hand resting on his shoulder. “You ready for this wild ride with this bunch?”

Nodding, you brought the hand that was resting on his shoulder to wrap behind his neck at the same moment he wrapped his arm around your waist, hands resting just above your ass. “The wildest.”

Eddie dipped his head with a smile, meeting your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss… before Dustin’s groan broke it up, leaving the two of you laughing.

“Quit making out with my sister!”

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Posted on January 9, 2024

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Sugar Me

AKA the time you meet Steve at one of your gigs loosely based on Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard Pairing: Steve Harrington x bassist!reader best friend!Eddie x bassist!reader Word count: 3k Note: reader goes by Sugar and uses she/her pronouns Warning: Sugar is a flirt:)

Sometimes you think you would be the most miserable person on earth had you not been in your 20’s in the 80’s. Rock and roll is alive and well and as Eddie likes to scream when he’s four beers in, it will never die!

Meeting him was one of the greatest gifts you were granted. Despite what the rest of Hawkins thinks, he’s the greatest guy you know. The rock scene was supposed to be all about going against the grain. Expressing yourself and indulging in things most people are too scared to indulge in because of what others might think. Despite this, it’s still infested with misogyny. Especially in a place like Hawkins.

Getting people to take any of your interests seriously as a woman is damn near impossible. Not with Eddie though. When he asked you to join Corroded Coffin you didn’t think twice. Eddie trusted you. He appreciated your talent and you knew going into it that you wouldn’t just be eye candy to draw in a crowd as the only chick in the band. To Eddie, how you dressed or how you presented yourself on or off stage didn't mean anything. As soon as you got that Bass in your hands, that's all that mattered to him.

Before you met him, finding your place in Hawkins had been frustrating. You'd tried other bands but they just never worked out. When guys in bands are raunchy and bold they're praised. For them it's a badge of honor. God forbid a woman dresses in the same skin-tight clothes and flirts, now that would just be down right slutty right?

Thankfully for you, the guys in the band don't share this sentiment. However they do have their moments. They're just guys after all.

When Eddie mentioned he’d invited his friends to your gig tonight you were a bit surprised. You’ve never been one to judge a book by its cover, but from your brief knowledge of Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington the last place you expected him to want to be on a Friday night is a dive bar at the edge of town.

You’ve heard Eddie’s Hail Mary about how-

“He’s a changed man Sugar, swear it!”

You believe him, really! If Eddie told you the sky was red you’d believe him too. Despite whatever bulletin board conspiracy your band mates have drawn up you aren’t fucking Eddie. He’s your best friend, frankly you’re still waiting for the day people can comprehend that a guy and a girl can be friends without secretly wanting to make out and elope in Vegas.

Steve Harrington however, was not a man you could be ‘just friends’ with.

The second he walks into the bar trailing behind a girl with mousy blonde hair and a chic vest you pause mid sip, beer instantly forgotten. No one is allowed to look that good in a Polo. Don’t even mention the hair-the hair! It’s a waste he isn’t in a glam rock band, blasphemous even.

He looks out of place in the bar. He shakes all the guy’s hands following it with a pat on the arm similar to how a Wall Street guy would greet his coworkers.

“Stevie, Buckley. This is the one and only Sugar!”

He introduces you in that tone he tends to use during a campaign. You lean across the table as Robin sits down to shake her hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Eddie never shuts up about you.”

“How could he?”

You tease as you scooch your chair to make space for Steve to drag one over to your table. He sits down, holding his hand out to shake yours “Nice to meet you I’m St-“

“Stevie right?”

You cut him off with a firm hand shake and a curl of your red lips. Similar to his cheeks as he nods in agreement.

This is just going to be so fun. You've heard rumors about how much of a playboy he was back in high school. However, considering that he spends most of his time babysitting kids and according to Eddie ‘striking out’ you have a feeling that isn’t the case anymore.

You can’t help but notice the way his eyes linger over the lipstick stain on your cup, or the way your leopard print pants stretch over your thighs.

“This your first show?”

He looks back at you, wiping his palms down his jeans. He looks all American. Like he came straight out of a Bruce Springsteen song.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Well, I’ll make sure it’s extra special for you tonight.”

“You’ve only known the guy two seconds why are you giving him special treatment Sugar, I thought I was your main man?”

Eddie says this as he kicks your leg underneath the table.

“When you look like that you get special treatment, I don’t make the rules.”

You take a sip of your beer, glancing at Steve over the glass.

“Alright Casanova finish your beer we gotta get up there soon.”

You raise one arm in surrender as you chug what’s left and go to stand up. Making sure to lightly drag your arm behind Steve’s chair as you start walking to the stage. You turn to Robin before leaving, “killer vest by the way.”

You know Eddie is just teasing. This is just who you are, and you really get a kick out of seeing how many buttons you can push. How pretty and pink you can make a guy. According to the flush that spread over Steve's face, pretty damn pink.

It's just fun. You get the feeling Steve tends to go more for the 'girl next door' type and you've never been one to get your hopes up. Hawkins hasn't necessarily been kind to people like you. Guy's were never really that into you in your early teens. When they were, it was because they assumed you were an easy lay. You can imagine their disappointment when your idea of a perfect first date wasn't hooking up in the back of their dad's cars or under the bleachers.

It's fine though. Guys are much more fun when you can flirt them up at the bar and never see them again. It keeps your schedule free for rehearsals anyways.

You find yourself lost in this thought as you set up on stage. Glancing over at the bar you see Steve and Robin bickering quietly. He holds a beer out of her reach as she yanks at his hair before snatching it out of his hands. You can't help but see a resemblance between them and you and Eddie.

As if he knows what you're thinking he comes up behind you, guitar in hand as poke's at your side.

"Ready to rock and roll?"

"You sound like a dad when you say that."

"I thought you liked that kind of thing?"

You shove him harshly but can't help the laugh that comes out of you.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Steve swears this is heaven.

Yeah it’s hot in the bar, and it reeks of beer and sweat and he’s being jostled around like a punching bag but god it’s worth it when he sees you on stage.

Baby hairs stick to your forehead, sweaty and glistening. Your black top clings to your body and he feels like an asshole for staring at your legs in those pants. The real kicker is your hands. The way you pluck at the base effortlessly as if they’re gliding on air.

He flinches as the band finishes up the song and Robin hollers right beside him.

“They’re good! Not that I didn’t think they’d be good, I totally believed Eddie when he said they were but they’re like-actually good!”

Steve holds back a chuckle, Robin is a light weight but he’s glad she’s a happy drunk.

“Yeah, they’re killer.”

Eddie speaks up breathlessly from stage.

“Alright everyone, for our last song of the night let me draw your attention to our very own Sugar for a very special cover.”

He dramatically gestures over to you and bows down as you step up to your own mic, which you’ve been neglecting for most of the night.

The crowd hollers for a moment before cooling down. It’s hypnotic, the way you command a room just with your presence. As if you could make everyone buckle at their knees with just a breath.

“Step inside

Walk this way

You and me babe

Hey hey!”

The crowd roars at the familiar favorite. Steve’s never been one for rock music, but he can’t help but bob his head to the beat alongside Robin. He thinks he’d listen to every goddamn song ever created if it was coming out of your mouth.

You pull your hair back in your hands as you tap your leg rhythmically, seductively eying the crowd. Your bass hangs low by your waist and sways slightly. It’s obscene, everything is obscene when you look like that.

“I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah”

It’s like you know what you’re doing. There’s a confidence that spills from you and he’s down like a dog. He feels like you could stomp his heart out with your black boots and he’d polish the blood off them with the shirt off his back afterwards.

Fuck he’s pathetic.

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The feeling right after finishing a set is always the best. You're all giddy, high off the adrenaline and slightly cocky. You could perform in front of just three people and you would all still feel like hot shit.

"That was awesome!"

Robin breaks through the crowd with Steve trailing behind her, promptly apologizing to the men she's shoving aside. The way she walks through the larger and gruff looking men as if it doesn't phase her amuses you. From what you've heard about Robin through Eddie, you've grown to admire her from afar. While you've always been too shy to admit it, you've been dying to meet her. You love your guys but you often find yourself desperately yearning for someone who you could connect with on a deeper level. You've known Robin to be deeply feminist. You've read some of the Zine's she makes alongside Nancy Wheeler, fighting against the patriarchy and the typical conservative views in Hawkins. You're aching to collaborate with them on one.

Which is why you immediately agree to her request to buy you a beer.

As she drags you over to the bar, Steve stays back with the group. Shooting a longing glance at you as you walk away as if he had something he wanted to say to you.

"Harrington strikes out once again."

Steve's head whips towards Eddie.

He starts fumbling over his words immediately. He knows from past conversations that you and Eddie have only ever been just friends. He has also, much to his dismay at first, grown to care for Eddie and their friendship. He wouldn't want to cross a line in trying to get to know you in a more than friendly way.

"I'm not striking out-I'm not even in the game."

The guys all burst out in boyish laughter, making Steve roll his eyes.

"Dude. You were practically drooling the entire set."

Gareth says this before mimicking Steves' starstruck face he saw in the crowd.

"It was hot in there!"

"Oh yeah, I bet it was."

Jeff and Gareth leave to get beers of their own which leaves Eddie and Steve.

After a moment Steve speaks up.

"Look man, I'm not going to try anything I know you guys are close I don't want-"

Eddie cuts him off.

"Steve. You gotta know that doesn't bug me right? If you decide you want to actually get in the game I won't stop you."

He leans in close, and in his most theatrical voice whispers "but know this, it isn't a game for the weak."

He loudly slaps his hands on Steve's shoulders before hollering over his shoulder.

"Buckley! How about a game of pool?"

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Your head whips over to find Eddie ready to drag Robin away for a game of pool. You would be disappointed, but you've already made plans with Robin to hang out sometime this week, and Steve is already walking over to you.

"Hey stranger, can I buy you a drink?"

He chuckles softly as he sits on the stool that used to belong to Robin. Who is loudly arguing over the rules with Eddie behind him.

"I'm pretty sure its supposed to be the other way around."

"Say's who?"

You both look at each other then. For the first time tonight you're able to really take him in. He has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen. Light brown, the way the lights in the bar reflect in them makes it seem like there's specs of gold in them. More than anything though, they look kind. It stirs something up within you. A feeling you so often try to push down. Then he smiles at you and you have to look away before you let the feeling come up any further.

You wave the bartender down and order a beer for Steve. Who nods in thanks before facing his body towards you.

"You were pretty amazing up there."

"I'm glad you enjoyed the show."

"Is that why they call you Sugar?"

You furrow your brows at him, not exactly sure what he means.

"The song?"

You go slightly red, embarrassed that you didn't catch onto what he meant. You feel silly. Guy's don't usually make you feel this way. They don't make your mind fog up. You feel tense, like you're hyper aware of how you're sitting and breathing and wondering if he can tell how fast your heart is beating.

"Oh! Right the song!"

He laughs at your response finding it endearing. He sees a slight crack in the persona you've put up all night. He wants to break it open and get to know who you are when you aren't on stage. He wants to know what kind of person you are alone, when everyone has gone and you're unwinding for the night.

"No the song worked its way into the set list later on but Eddie started calling me Sugar because he thinks it's ironic."

"Why would it be ironic?"

You laugh at this before you catch the look on his face and realize he's being serious.

"Well...I've been known to be a bit...blunt I guess."

He nods in understanding. He thinks this is his shot. If he can prove to you now that he's a worthy competitor in whatever game Eddie was talking about he might have a chance.

He gets the sense that you won't just agree to going out with him. He knows his reputation, knows the kind of person he was before. He thinks about it for a moment and wonders if he should dust off his old tactics but, that just doesn't feel right. He figures he should just be honest. Even if it makes him seem like a total dork in front of you.

"I thought they called you Sugar 'cause you're sweet."

He mumbles this and hides behind his beer as he takes a sip. You still heard him though. His compliment is corny, it resembles that of a dad joke and if he didn't seem so earnest about it you would have rolled your eyes.

But he's blushing and his eyes keep bouncing to your face to see your reaction and you can't help but send him a sweet smile. Not a flirty one, or a teasing one. A genuine smile that means he said something right.

"You think I'm sweet?"

You're indulging yourself. You've been called hot before. Sexy, confident. These compliments are nice sure, but nothing compares to the feeling of someone complimenting the way you are.

"Yeah, I mean Eddie talks about you all the time. Even from what I saw tonight, you just...you seem like a really warm person."

He can't remember the last time he was so nervous. He's sure he sounds like an idiot.

One look at your face and he stops worrying about all of it. He wishes he could have met you sooner. He thinks he could have avoided becoming such an asshole had you been around to not make him feel like an idiot for being so soft.

"Well aren't you a sweetheart Stevie."

He lets out a relieved breath, it sounds like a laugh.

"I don't know about that."

"Don't be so humble, I doubt I'm the first girl to tell you that."

"I hope you're the first girl who means it"

You realize now exactly what Eddie meant when he said Steve was a changed man. You've trained yourself to see men as one thing. Someone who doesn’t listen, doesn’t care, and doesn't feel anything other than lust and pride. When Steve says this, you realize he isn't the same guy he used to be. He's someone, who like you, wants to be seen.

God do you see him.

"If Eddie talks about me as much as you say he does, you should know I never lie."

"I'll take your word for it."

He lifts his cup to yours. You clink them together before taking a sip. Behind him, Robin gives out a triumphant yell as she scores a point.

"Do you wanna go watch them play?"

You don't want to, but you ask anyway. There is something at the back of your head telling you to look for an out. To walk away before you're in too deep.

Steve doesn't even glance behind him as he places his drink down and makes himself comfortable.

"I doubt I'm missing much."

You smile at him once more.

Later, when you're all leaving the bar. Steve, who barely nursed his one beer walks Robin to his car and glances over at you as you load your equipment into the back of Eddie's van.

Robin waves hastily at you "See you soon!"

You laugh and wave back before hopping into the passenger seat.

When you're all settled in Eddie speaks up.

"Sugar and Stevie sitting in a tree..."

"Shut up."

As he drives you home, you can't help but think that you wouldn't mind k-i-s-s-i-n-g in a tree with the sweet boy.

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a/n: this was so much fun to write! If anyone would want to read more about Sugar and Steve let me know, I would love to make this an on-going series if y'all are interested:)

(also! all of the images used here are from Pinterest!)

[camthecatchameleon]

cranking the image description out for this one boys

lineups of the Crews from the two Legends of Avantris campaigns I’ve actually listened to with consistency (still not finished with EoM but I’m on 21 so I’m getting there dont worry) + artists notes

Highly suggested that you scroll below the cut for this. (my handwriting is not the best + its small + some hidden design notes too :eyes: )

Image 1: Carnivalé LeCroux (not drawn to scale lmao)

(from left to right)

Hootsie: least fun to draw (Boring shapes) (draw the least). Typically I imagine her as a horned owl owlbear so her canon “eyebrows” flatten out and connect to her neck. I just think it gives her a nice silhouette. Frost: least fun to draw (cat). I’ve been drawing him with Chinese/vaguely East Asian-inspired robes because he’s from the mountail of Yulong and you can’t just give me a place called “Yulong” and expect me NOT to go ham on the east asian inspiriation. (east asian artist here.) Gricko: don’t draw nearly enough, most fun to draw (hair). I gave him a permanent cowlick on his bangs and I think the shapes are nice. Chunks ripped out of his ears are from Hootsie when she was younger and couldn’t control her strength. Kremy: most fun to draw (lizord), draw the most, did the most reference study for. I may love to draw lizards but crocodylidae are so uniquely shaped. Scrolling back through my ouaw posts and you can see I am still getting used to it. Torbek: most inconsistent, stupid machinery doesn’t make sense. The shape of his canisters and the collar with a keyhole both are from the first time I drew him, which was without a reference, and they just. Stuck. Gideon: Big boob indulgence, stupid machinery doesn’t make sense. Drawing him with awkwardly long hair, post-trauma fat, and smile lines is my favorite passtime. His marriage rings are on a necklace because they get in the way of punching clowns. Twig (pre-death): draw the least (can’t figure out her shapes). Drawing her fractured glasses and refracted eye is my favorite time.

Image 2: Witchhunters!! (I think my headcanon height difference is funny)

Shortest to tallest (briggsy and farryn are the same height):

Briggsy: Still figuring out how to depict distinction from Kremy (gator). So far i’ve got more spikes and a thicker neck and thats about it. I’m working on it. Farryn: fun shapes! skinny L. Ever since learning how to draw body fat I’ve never gone back its actually so hard to draw skin-and-bones skinny people now. Marius: least consistent (can’t decide how curly her hair is), armor L. Yes I headcanon he/she marius do you have a problem with that? Bat-like ears because heehoo. I just realized the symbol I drew on his chestplate looks like the Horde symbol from she-ra FUCK can you tell I don’t look at references? Jericho: most fun to draw!!! (draw the most). I like to draw virgil!jericho with four-pointed-star slits instead of just orbs with pupils because I think shapes are fun. Lethica: drew her wrong for WAY too long. I hadn’t paid enough attention to her actual ref and covered up her chest initially I’m so sorry queen. shes so pretty though. Although I do think its infinitely funny to headcanon that she actually looks pretty average. Tall women my beloved. Yorgrim: least drawn, Beard + Big indulgence. No seriously I’ve only drawn him twice. Hes awesome though soft rectangular shapes ftw.

[bluecollarchub]

Switcheroo (originally story I posted on CYOC in 2015. Bit dated and my first time writing but thought i would share)

Dean was rich.  Fabulously rich.  And he loved it.  At 30 years old, he had amassed a fortune larger than most men had by the time they died.  He lived in a Pent House in NYC, surrounded by anything and everything he had ever wanted.  Gorgeous men flocked to him, eager to please him in return for whatever favors he might give.  Tall, muscular, with abs found only on the most determined athlete, he was certainly a physical specimen to be admired.

Now, Dean was not always like this.  At 18, he was a Journalism major at some crappy state school (he’d worked hard to forget the name, embarrassed it wasn’t Ivy League).  Poor, with few friends.  And fat.  Did I mention fat?  Average height, oily skin, pale, doughy body.  He was the farthest thing from a stud imaginable. 

One day, Dean decided to switch majors.  He realized he had no hope of being on Broadway and Journalism not only frightened him, but he realized there was no money to made in it.  As he got older, he realized money was the most important thing for him.  He wanted money.  Lots of it.  So, switching to a Business Major, he began the process of making money.  And he came up with a brilliant idea, as so many young men do, patenting the idea and making millions from it.  With those millions, he decided to change himself.  He wanted to be happy.  And he wasn’t happy being fat and pale and oily.  So he worked out.  He got the best doctors money could buy for his skin.  He hired the best trainers.  He hired the best tailors and the best hairdressers.  Finally, he was good looking enough to appear on the cover of GQ—which he did when he was 27. 

Gone was the pasty skin, replaced with a dark golden tan.  Gone was the flabby waist, replaced with hard abs.  Gone was the oily, pimply skin, replaced with skin smooth as a baby’s bottom and clear as the ocean.  He was an Adonis…and he knew it.  He treated everyone like dirt beneath his feet and he got away with it because he was rich and beautiful.  He had everything he could possibly want.  And he liked it. 

One day, during his annual physical, he was greeted with some horrible news:

“You’re dying, Dean.”

“What?!”

“You’re dying.”

“That’s impossible, Victor.  I’m 30 years old and in the best shape of my life.”

“Tell that to the cancer.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I can and I am.  You have a severe form of cancer and it’s spreading through your body at an accelerated rate.”

“How long?”

“A year, at the most.”

“What can we do about this?”

“Nothing, Dean.  You can’t stop it.”

“Victor, price is no object.  Do whatever it takes.”

“I’m sorry, Dean, but-“

“NOW!  Find a cure, find it NOW.”

“Okay, Dean.  Okay.  If that’s what you want.”

“Of course it is, I don’t want to die.”

“There is an experimental treatment the government has been working on.  It’s designed for Bush, to keep him in office forever.”

“I don’t care how my contributions to his campaign are being spent.  How does this help me?”

“It’s brain transfer.”

“What?”

“Brain transfer.  You can transfer your brain to another person’s body.”

“This isn’t Star Trek, Victor.  Get with the picture.”

“I’m serious, Dean.  I can switch your brain with someone else’s, give you a new life, a new chance to live again.”

“And lose all my money?  I think not.  I’d rather die, first.”

“You’re going to, if you don’t take this opportunity.”

“I’ll lose everything.”

“No, you can sign everything over to your new body, give him all your money, your life, everything.”

“Who am I going to find that will be dumb enough to trade?”

“Anyone, you’ve got a dozen and one rent boys that would kill to be in your body.  You don’t have to tell them the truth.”

“That’s true.  You’re right.  You’re a genius, Victor.”

“I know.”

The next day, Dean walked around his pent house, looking at the young men that were always by his side.  Maybe David?  No.  Maybe Sal?  No, too Jewish.  He wouldn’t be Jewish.  Vince?  Yes, Vince.  Vince had perfect hair and a naturally smooth body.  He was exactly what he was looking for.  Abs not as tight as Dean might want, but that was fixable. 

“Vince, I have a proposition for you.”

“What is it, Dean?”

“How would you like to have my body?”

“What?”

“I am looking to become younger, and I was wondering if you would like to swap bodies with me?”

“Are you high, Dean?”

“No, Vince, I’m perfectly serious.”

“I could be you, really?”

“Yes, Vince.  Really.”

“Shit, yeah.  I’ll do it.  But why do you want to give up being you?”

“My life isn’t a challenge anymore.  I want to start over.”

Lucky he’s an idiot, Dean thought. 

Dean arranged everything with the lawyers.  All of his money and belongings would be given to Vince—or the body of Vince, with Dean inside—the day after the operation.

“Don’t worry, Dean.  Everything will be okay.  When you wake up, you’ll be in a disease free body.”  Victor lowered the gas mask onto Dean’ face.

******

Dean woke up.  All was dark.  Where am I, he thought.  Oh yeah.  Holy Shit!  I’m in Vince’s body.  I’m in a new body.

He felt so weak, so tired and so weak.  After years of feeling so strong, this was a frightening change.  He didn’t realize Vince was so weak.  Even the act of lifting his arms took more effort than he had expected.  Struggling to sit up was an effort, too.  It felt like something was sitting on his stomach.  He was finally able to sit up and he hopped off the table.  Feeling around for a light switch, he bumped into a garbage can, making him shout in pain.  The cool air from the air conditioner gave him a chill and he realized he was naked.  He scratched his chest, feeling hair.  Wait…there shouldn’t be hair.  Vince was smooth.  Did he shave?

The lights suddenly came on. 

“Good morning.”

Dean turned to the sound of the voice.  He saw the ugliest man he’d ever seen standing before him.  He was naked for some reason.  “Put some clothes on, you hideous fucker.”  Dean’ voice sounded strange, not like Vince’s at all.  More of a southern drawl.

The naked man looked confused.  He was short, maybe 5 feet tall if he were lucky.  He had a scruffy beard and was almost bald on top with a fringe on the sides.  He was fat, not fat, gargantuan.  He had the makings of a third chin.  His dull eyes were squinty, piggish.  His head sat on top of his shoulders, his neck consumed by fat.  Hair covered his chest, back and shoulders and his short arms hung heavily by his sides.  Manboobs larger than most supermodel’s hung to the sides of his chest, sacks of dough resting on top of a giant stomach that covered his groin completely.  Stout, flabby legs covered in dark hair touched all the way to the knee. 

“What do you think?”  The voice said again.

“What are you talking about?”

“What do you think of you?”

Dean realized that was a mirror in front of him, not a man.  Not Vince.  Some fat, ugly man.       

“What have you done to me?”

“What’s wrong, Dean.  You told Vince you wanted to be young so you could have a challenge for your life again.  Well, you’re 20 years old and I’d say you have quite the challenge before you.”

Victor stepped into the room. 

“Victor, how could you do this to me?”

“How could you think about stealing some poor kid’s life and letting him die?”

“You switched Vince out with this…this…”

“Careful, Dean.  And yes, I did.  It was all my idea.  Mine, Vince’s, and your lawyer’s.”

“You mean…”

“That’s right, Dean.  All your money is being split four ways.  Every last million.”

“Four?”

“You don’t think we’d let poor Malcolm be poor, do you?”

“Who?”

“Malcolm Franks.  Your new body.”

“He’s going to die though.”

“He will die someday, yes.  But if you mean soon, then that would only happen if he really did have cancer.”

“What?”

“I tricked you, Dean.  Malcolm, I should say.”

“Why?”

“Why?  Because you’re rich.  You’re rich and spoiled and frankly, you’re an asshole.  You thought you could buy everything you wanted.  Well, you can’t anymore.”

“What am I going to do now?”

“Well, I imagine you’re going to go to work tomorrow, and go home tonight, to Malcolm’s nice, cozy home.  It’s a bit different than what you are used to, but you should feel right at home.  All assholes feel comfortable in trailers.”

“What?”

“You live in a trailer park at the edge of town.  Alone.  Not married, not family.  And you are a janitor at the local high school.  No college for you, Dean.  Malcolm dropped out at 16.  Yeah, you have definitely got quite a challenge before you.  But, you’re young again.  And, no cancer.  That’s exactly what you wanted.”

Victor tossed Dean a bundle of clothes.

“Get dressed, I’m sick of looking at that tubby body.”  He started to leave.  “Oh, you’re still gay, by the way.  But good luck topping anyone in that body.  Or finding anyone to date you at all, looking like you do and with no money.  You’re going to have to learn to be a little nicer from now on if you don’t want to end up alone.”

He walked out.  Dean began to cry.  All his money, all his hard work, gone, replaced with Malcolm, the fat janitor.  He was going to be stuck in high school, forever, watching all the little assholes graduate and go on to bigger and better things while he was stuck in his dead end job. 

He put on the smelly wife beater and the stained briefs.  He started to cry as he saw his penis in the mirror…he couldn’t even see it looking down.  What was once 9 inches had become 2 at best.  He had a tight foreskin with a long overhang but his mighty dick was gone, forever.  He pulled on the briefs and then the torn jeans.  The ratty sneakers followed. 

He was now poor.  And fat.  And he had bad skin, the pimples on his face were proof of that.  He had come full circle.  Only, this time, there was no hope for him.  He didn’t have the money to pay the doctors and the trainers.  He didn’t have the opportunity to go to college.  He was Malcolm, and he was always going to be Malcolm.  Fat, hairy.  Baby dick. 

He walked out of the room, staring at the laughing faces of Victor, Vince, his lawyer…and his body…his old body.  He had it all.  He had everything he had ever wanted.  And his selfishness had taken it all away.  He walked out of the hospital, walking towards his new life, his new place in society.  Gone were his endless parties.  His hordes of men wanting him to fuck them.  He was a grunt now. 

And he knew, as he waddled down the street, that’s all he ever would be.    

[greenieflor]

Eddie doodles. Not specific drawings, but little shapes. Just dragging his pen across paper as he thinks. He's usually good at keeping them off of “important” papers these days, that used to be a point of contention between him and Steve. Steve would be getting ready to go to class and see that his essay he stayed up all night working on had a collection of little scribbles in the corner. Now Eddie’s doodles are mostly covering his d&d notes or the little pad of paper they keep by the phone. Steve loved Eddie's doodles. He thinks they are so perfectly Eddie, the physical manifestation of what his mind was doing at the time. 

So Steve starts to hold onto them.

It started with a page of the phone notepad, just a little geometric figure with a note about Robin being late for movie night this week. Then it was a vaguely floral looking one on the corner of a character sheet Eddie did for Steve for a one shot they put on when the kids came home to visit for the holidays. It keeps going like this, Steve nabbing pieces of paper before Eddie can toss them or file them away. 

Eddie doesn’t just doodle on paper, though, he traces shapes into Steve's skin all the time, when they are watching tv together- something like a sun on Steve’s arm. Smoking with Jon and argyle? Swirls on his thigh. Steve is covered in invisible doodles, ones he wishes could come up to the surface of his skin and show themselves, show the evidence of Eddie's wandering mind on his skin. 

So Steve pays more attention to his collection. There are shapes he recognizes, ones he's felt traced over and over into his hip or hand or shoulder. Eddie knows Steve holds onto old papers, but he starts getting very protective of one notebook in particular. Steve doesn’t think much of it, figures it's something for a new campaign or song and Eddie will share when he's ready. 

Except its been two years now with that notebook and Steve still doesn’t know what the big secret is. 

He finds out on their wedding day. 

Eddie Munson marries Steve Harrington on a Friday in May. He has been preparing his vows for three years, even before he proposed. He knew they needed to be perfect. So when the time came, Eddie pulled out that same notebook he’d been drafting them in all these years and Steve let out an exasperated sigh and an “of course”. Eddie still didn’t know what he was going to say. Hge decided to go with what he wrote first, when he knew he was going to spend the rest of his life with this man before him. In the top corner of the page, Steve spots a doodle, spiky and big and beautiful. 

Robin stole Steve away for three days after the Munsons returned from their honeymoon-citing unfair custody before she pulled him out of the house. Steve managed to convince her to go to the tattoo parlor Eddie went to with the newest, yet most important, piece of paper in his collection folded in his pocket. At first he was going to get it over his heart, but realistically Eddie sleeps on Steve's chest enough that healing it would be too difficult. He decides on his thigh, right where Eddie's hand falls when they curl up on the couch. 

Steve comes back home in shorts reminiscent of his scoops days, showing off the freshly inked mess of lines decorating his upper thigh. Eddie has to physically stop himself from jumping on his husband and biting at his thigh- but it was a close thing. As soon as Eddie realizes what exactly Steve chose, he starts openly weeping in the driveway. Through tears, Eddie walks Steve through the proper tattoo care (this is far from Steve's first tattoo. They do this every time. Tears and all.) Robin ushers the two inside and kisses their cheeks goodbye. Inside, Eddie grins through the last of his tears and reveals his own fresh tattoo. A constellation across his ribs and hip, dotting the scar tissue with stars. It takes Steve a moment to realize why the constellation looks so familiar, he sees it every day dotted across his own body. 

[slasheru]

Heyyyyy Slasher Nation! 🖤 First of all - HOLY CRAP THANK YOU!! Even though the Kickstarter didn't hit the goal, the fact that 98 of y'all (!!) got us a SIGNIFICANT part of the way there (almost $3,000!!) is MINDBLOWING!! <3333 I can't thank you enough 😭

So What Now / Wait you had a Plan B the whole time?!

Yeah, man, you thought I was just gonna leave you guys hanging? ;) We're gonna try this again with a WAY smaller goal on Crowdfundr! (I'll talk more about this below!) Short pitch is: $1,125 goal (which we nailed in 48 hours here), keeps SU running, launches September 7th, Crowfundr is being hella cool and sponsoring it for SPX Spotlight, follow along HERE! [https://crowdfundr.com/slasheruact2]

But ALSO, holy crap, you guys are AMAZING:

I can hardly call this thing a wash, though, because the amount of love, attention, and SOLD COPIES OF SLASHER U: ACT 1 have been ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WILD. I just wanted to shout out to:

More than 600 new Slasher U: Act 1 players downloaded the game since the Kickstarter launched

Slasher U: Act 1: Alpha Edition maintains a whopping 4.9 out of 5 Stars average rating on itch (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I sold enough copies of Slasher U: Act 1 to cover MORE THAN HALF MY RENT THIS MONTH!! If this Kickstarter stopped right here, you guys would've been able to cover 4 MORE months of rent & production time! Which is HOG WILD.

We got shoutouts from:

Beautiful Glitch, the team behind Monster Prom, Monster Camp, & Monster Roadtrip!! Beautiful Glitch are one of my most inspirational/aspirational heroes of game dev, and the Monster franchise was a HUGE inspiration for SU, so I can't BELIEVE this happened!!!! Thank you guys SO MUCH!!! <333

WWAC (Women Write About Comics), where journalist Alenka Figa wrote SO MUCH NICE STUFF about my storytelling I'm gonna fuckin cry!!

Corinne Halbert of ACID NUN - she and I are actually gonna do an Acid Nun x Slasher U collab where you'll be able to unlock an Acid Nun player skin!! Shhhh!!

The crew at Lewdgamer who wrote an awesome writeup of the KS campaign!

Indiepocalypse - we made it into Issue #42 and Alex had us on his podcast, which was SO MUCH FUN!! According to Alex, Slasher U had one of the highest audience participation/engagements he's seen on Indiepocalypse Radio, and it was MEGA FUN watching him parse some of your saucy Sawyer questions, LMFAO.

And here's some Slasher U & SUKS stats for you:

More than 2/3rds of you ended up dating either Sawyer or Tate. >:)

In total, 94 of you backed the game here on KS!!! YOU ALL KICK SERIOUS ASS

Almost 1,000 new copies of Slasher U: Act 1 (both Regular and Premium) were downloaded during the campaign!

During the campaign, at least 3 people personally thanked me for Slasher U completely changing their life by discovering something about themselves or making them feel seen and heard, which is going to make me FUCKING CRY and is the ENTIRE REASON WHY I MAKE THIS GAME IN THE FIRST PLACE. I love you all so, so so sosososoososososos much, Student Disembody. :'))))))

So this "Plan B", eh?

Some of you know I'm a cartoonist by trade (I drew for the official FNAF franchise and more!). This year, I ended up talking to some sponsors for this upcoming SPX (Small Press Expo), which is like SDCC for indie comics, including Crowdfundr - one thing led to another, and now I'm partnering up with Crowdfundr and SPX to bring you a WAY SMALLER but also WAY MORE PERSONAL campaign to keep the lights on here at SU, as part of Crowfundr's SPX Spotlight event! For the non-comics folks here, Crowdfundr is basically the indie comics Kickstarter - I've been buddies with this crowd (pun vageuly intended) for a while and I'm psyched to be doing this with people I've been meaning to collab with!!

The new goal will cover the absolute bare minimum of making SU - $1,125, which includes font licenses, the Mac port, and taxes. Then, any EXTRA will go to more production time on Slasher U! Basically, I'm swinging the campaign around so the minimum amount is the goal, and the goal-goal's the reach goal. The GOOD NEWS is we apparently smashed this $1k goal within 48 hours of THIS Kickstarter, so I'm VERY OPTIMISTIC ABOUT ROUND 2 OVER HERE.

(You'll ALSO still be able to snag one of those custom player skins I'm drawing - there's gonna be only 5 slots this time!) Aaaaand you can click to follow when the Crowdfundr launches in a month, here:

P.S: estimating the first Early Access build with *just* Laila's Act 2 content, plus some core extras, in the next month or month and a half >:)))

xoxoxooxoxoxoxo, love you guys SO FUCKIN MUCH, and, as we like to say on campus:

STAY HORNY!! xxoxooxox Professor Plutonium

[wildandmoody]

Seriously the way the press starting doing a complete 180 on him into Tabloid Hell post-Thriller is just so convenient. I mean before they were praising him for being a goody two-shoes, looking and dressing modestly, and generally were fine with cornering his music into the Black music market only. But once he reinvented the short film/music video as a medium AND pushed and pushed until he was the first Black artist to be featured and circulated on MTV (and I'm certain similar music channels around the world), starting breaking chart records that only white artists had held, and had a truly universal appeal by the time he started touring for Bad, all of a sudden up jumped the bullshit.

Suddenly here came the same "he's gay/childish/virginal" fingerpointing that he had to address since fucking 1976. Here comes "he's a deviant ew" just because he started dancing and dressing more provocatively in 1987 as if musicians that same decade and before weren't also wearing buckles, O-rings and shin guards and doing god knows what on stage. By the time he spoke up about having vitiligo universalis it was too late and ppl were already saying he wanted to be white and thought he was lying. To this day ppl think that including a lot of fellow Black ppl despite his autopsy report and plenty of pics of brown flecks and spots on his skin being available. Suddenly it's "he's weirdly obsessed with kids" when he had been donating his concert proceeds directly to and visiting orphanages and hospitals since he himself was a CHILD in the jackson 5 days, and literal radio silence on campaigns he directly funded for mandela's anti-apartheid campaign, AIDS research, women's rights, gang-related issues and hundreds of other causes. And that's just on the causes that i can think of off the top of my head that we know about, because he also gave millions of dollars anonymously and directly supported many individuals by buying food and appliances and covering travel costs for them. Radio silence from the news and gp.

Andthe most damning of all as far as I'm concerned is the fact that he swallowed his pride and gave up on his Reclusive Image in the 2000s specifically so that he could call out the racist soul-crushing tendencies of the music industry, in particular Tom Motolla and Sony as a whole, and how it affected him and his Black peers. Which of course media tried to spin as a personal beef and not a race-related one. THE EXACT DAY that he was set to release one last compilation album for them and finally walk free while owning 50% of their publishings and all of his own masters (and the masters of older Black artists which he sold back to them for $1) ,and free of an oppressive music deal, up jump the allegations and now he had to fly his ass to LA to get both of his shoulders dislocated and get manhandled by the LAPD. The same day. How fucking convenient.

And look. This is not me saying that what happened to Michael was a pattern. It most certainly was not and there are plenty of truly dangerous men in power, this is a fact. I am not trying to circulate conspiracy theories but i am pointing out the shit that happened to him because of the target painted on his back. What i say in defense of Michael Jackson i say in confidence because at one point I had read every transcript , testimony, legal document available including his autopsy not because i liked him but because i needed to truly understand what the hell was going on. And ive read old newspapers and tabloids that covered him and they treated this man worse than an animal just based on how he presented himself alone. Matter of fact the name "Jacko" stems from an old British slang name for a dancing and singing boxing monkey that was popular in the 19th century, so that was based in racism too. It's just rhe Everything. And I'm also not saying that he never made mistakes or was a human person. He didn't really seem to be able to always surround himself with and trust the right people. But man oh man. Oh the Convenience.

[dragonswithjetpacks]

Ferelith x Fian

So, I thought I'd throw something out there about Fian, Ferelith's patron. And you may not need the full break down to get it. But you know me. I can't just explain something simply.

(Notes: There is a lot of Celtic/Gaelic inspiration that went into Ferelith. The name itself is Gaelic. Fian is Celtic and is based on the Gaelic god, Cernunnos. I am also explaining this as I did when I created her for a 5e campaign. So somethings may not add up in game, but most should considering it's all Forgotten Realms.)

Fian's origin begins in the Feywild. But he is considered Dark Fey despite being a more neutral creature. He resembles that of a leshen; Bark skin, massive claws, skull of a stag, covered in moss, glowing yellow lights for eyes (fireflies? who knows?) His creation and his past are unknown, as he is ancient and even creatures of the fey say he has always been there to guard the gate.

What gate? That's a secret. Fian is a guardian. A powerful entity with the duty to protect a gate. He is not permitted to speak what is beyond. He is the protector and the key. So it cannot be opened if he perishes. Fey riddles, amiright? Anyway, a sacred order of druids once traveled to the fey to seek the gate, to open it and discover what lay beyond. Only they couldn't do it.

So the only logical thing to do was trap the beast so no one else could figure it out in the future. And so the druids bound Fian to a book. The book was filled with heavily coded notes about the Feywild, the gate, and Fian himself. The order dissolved hundreds of years ago so the codex was lost. And Fian was trapped in a realm created by the book.

The thing about having a book filled with Fey runes is that, well, it drives you insane. The Fey is crazy enough. Imagine having a book full of it in the Material Plane. The sacred order of druids had passed down knowledge to maintain their sanity with charms and magic but again... that was all lost. So the ritual of passing down the book was gone.

Que Ferelith. An innocent elven girl just years from becoming an adult. She comes upon the book and is driven into madness. At the time, her entire village and had been capture and enslaved, she was on the run (not that she remembers that). So she wanders with this book until she finds safety. Another village offering her a place to stay. A small shack to sleep in. A job. So on and so forth. The madness doesn't hit all at once. It creeps in slowly like smoke under a door. It whispers to her. And she becomes obsessed with the book.

As I've mentioned before, she goes insane. The village accuses her of being a hag. Or at least turning into one. Poor girl has zero magic prowess but the runes she's painting all over the shack aren't familiar at all, of course. And as one terrified mob does, they plan to execute her. Only it gets out of hand and they end up beating her within an inch of her life in the street while also setting her shack and everything she had on fire. Luckily, she always kept the book on her persons.

Now in the old days, Fian would communicate with the druids. Try to convince them to set him free. Try to tell them the runes were bad. That he would save them. They didn't listen, but they didn't really need to. Ferelith has no charms. No magic. Nothing to protect her. So when Fian can sense the girl is about to die, he calls out. He offers her power. Protection. Sanity. The only stipulation is that she has to clear a space in her mind so that he may reside there.

The book creates a type of realm. One only big enough for one thing. It's like banishment. But if you were banished to your room without a knob on the door. The door can be opened and closed... with the right tools. And Fian being old and ancient and wise knows where a few of those tools are. If Ferelith agrees to create space, then a door knob appears and he can travel to and from the two rooms. Two more doors are created, though both without knobs. So same realm, two spaces.

This is how Ferelith looses her memory. She accepts the power, becoming a dark archfey warlock and vowing to help Fian decode the book. Because he can't. He can't see the runes. He doesn't know what they are. So while also giving Ferelith powers of a warlock, he also gives her his eyes. Eyes of the Rune Keeper, allowing Ferelith to read any language. The problem is, again, even though Fian may recognize Fey runes and Sylvan, he can't decode the book. So the two of them working together is their best option. And this is also why Ferelith's eyes are yellow and why when she uses certain spells, her eyes turn black and her yellow irises glow.

The two are comrades, scholars working together for one common goal. They look out for each other. And even pick up certain personality traits from the other. Fian is more than just a voice in her head, he is a presence. Imagine the constant feeling of someone hovering over you, their hands an inch away from your shoulders. Imagine that but in an oddly comforting way. And that is what it's like for Ferelith to be connected to Fian.

Fian can go away. And in the game, he does. The worm affects how Ferelith and Fian communicate, making it difficult for the connection to stay strong. So that first room? Yeah, he hides in it when he doesn't want to deal with the worm. It's like having an annoying neighbor that won't shut up or move out. And the landlord doesn't have a choice but to let them stay. I mean, unless they want to just destroy that whole room. Removing the worm could also mean damaging the connection to Fian. It's tricky, the mind.

But anyway, that's the cool thing about Fian. I like him a lot. He doesn't speak often and it's usually in one to three word sentences. He's sarcastic. And chill. And he looks out for Ferelith. Late game Ferelith also begins to grown antlers, similar to her patron. Her spells are usually enchantment/nature based. So manipulation of the mind and earth.

[leelee120000]

My Voice: How Dungeons and Dragons Saved My Quarantine

August 6, 2020

Iwrite fiction in my spare time and have consistently for nearly eight years now. When I was very little, I used to tell my stories verbally to my friends. The theatrics of live storytelling has always been something I enjoyed. Dungeons and Dragons (D&D) feels like that. Imagine writing a story out loud, now, imagine co-writing that story alongside nine other people with a very fluid plot and rules. It’s a spectacular chaos filled with extreme highs and lows.

It’s no secret that we at the Clarion are, for the most part, big nerds. However, the general public might be unaware that back in early October of 2019, we formed an unofficial joint Dungeons & Dragons party between us and a few members of Sinclair’s Bright Signal Alliance with Clarion photographer Brian Walker as our leader. 

Our group has met weekly since, not counting the odd weekends where a majority of us were too busy to. Before quarantine, we made D20, the local D&D bar, into a second home for ourselves and added a few players outside the main groups of the Clarion and Bright Signal. (Speaking of which, support local business whenever you can right now.)

In pop culture, D&D is typically portrayed as a group of men in one of their mother’s basement. They gather around a candle-lit table covered in junk food while wearing dollar store costumes, argue over math and throw a pile of funny dice. While players do occasionally cosplay, it’s not a requirement. 

Also, the gender gap of players is greatly decreasing. Personally speaking, my own party is seven women to three men‒a relief to the common problems associated with being the only girl present. 

House games are still quite common, but now there is a growing trend of having community bars or clubs houses for players to be more social. Math in D&D is almost always a basic addition. Nobody would argue over it. A dice set is typically made up of seven dice. 

There’s the 20-side die, or D20, the 12-sided die or D12, the 10-side die or D10, the 8-sided die or D8, the six-sided die or D6 and the 4-sided die or D4. 90% of the time the only die the player uses is D20. The rest are used typically in battle, but we almost never use them all at once.

D&D isn’t as complicated as it appears at first glance. The first thing you pick is your character’s race. Note, race in D&D refers to if they are a mythological creature or humanoid, not skin tones. For example, mythological creatures include orcs, half-lings, etc. 

Next is class. Class is not an economical place, but more an occupation or defending characteristic. These include, but are not limited to, a bard, a fighter, a ranger, a wizard, a rouge, etc. 

There is a list of all the rules that apply to each race and class in the DM’s guide book. These rules are the lifeblood and launching point for your character. However, there is a lot of freedom in creating your appearance, backstory, and personality. After the group of players create their characters, they are a party.

The dungeon master, often referred to as a DM, either creates or uses a pre-created campaign for these characters to adventure forth in. They could last anywhere from three months to years. The players use their rules and earn points each time they play together in a session. Over time, the points add up, causing the players to earn levels which grant them new skills overtime.

Currently, our group is facing our biggest opponent yet – the leader of an army of shapeshifters. I have a suspension that the leader will be a multiple session fight. Our sessions are four to five hours. I am beyond excited about it, and I theorize so many things about the character in our group chat, undoubtedly giving Brian free inspiration to use later against our characters in battle. He is a good fiction writer. I’ve seen his foreshadowing of this in previous sessions.

However, the bigger reward is the friendships we’ve formed. I’m never lonely anymore with a group chat that often hits 70+ messages a day. Someone is always up to talk about life or joke about the frustrations of college. 

These friendships run deep, and I truly know that any of them would help me in a time of crisis and I would for them. It’s refreshing and probably one of the happiest things in my entire life.

The effect on my own happiness has been profound. College caused a lot of frantic changes to my life. I had to handle the change in responsibility from high school to full-time college and navigate my first paying job while fearing I would mess it up. My best friends of over a decade were suddenly gone, moved away or busy. 

It left me resentful and bitter, feeling like I was all alone again. I was terrified. Having started working at the Clarion in July 2019, I was already making fast friends with my coworkers. A D&D group seemed like a wonderful addition to my life. That was, for the first time in forever, not going 200 miles per hour with 15 extracurriculars. I didn’t know just how much I needed something like it. 

It was never a question after the quarantine began that we would find any safe way possible to continue our game. And try we did. YouTube banned our livestream for copyright. Discord crashed practically anytime more than five of us used it. (To be fair they have done a system overall after the beginning of quarantine.) Google Hangouts never wanted to work and was just as bad as it was back in 2014. Skype has zero users but is still laggy.

Zoom is currently where we house our game and seems to be our long-term solution until the world is safe again. It hurts not seeing their faces weekly. It hurts when my crappy wifi drops me from a game, but we know it is the responsible thing to do. Keeping a 5-hour weekly distraction where I force myself to try not to look at the news, work, or school. Just five hours of hearing my friends weekly have done more good for me in quarantine than I could ever understand.

LeAnne McPherson

[bewilderedbunny]

Yourname

Eddie x reader fluffy blurb based on this post by @newlips (hope you enjoy this Cece 💖)

Cw: this blog is 18+ only, mdni. gender neutral reader, allusions to sex and hickeys.

Eddie loves decorating himself. Whether it's with patches and pins adorning his clothes or the silver jewelry on his hands. He also likes to garnish his skin with tattoos. It started off with a few pieces done in exchange for weed by a friend of a friend throughout high school. He'd come by their poorly lit basement with a bag of pot and a slightly wrinkled sheet of line paper with his newest design.

When you first met Eddie, he had already finished most of the sleeve on his right arm and the rest of his body was sprinkled with individual pieces. He's just so fun to look at. A beautiful boy, covered in art.

One of the first nights you spent together, he had his face nuzzled into your chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. You ran your fingers over the back of his arm while inspecting his tattoo and asked,

"What's the story behind the dragon?"

Without moving his head he murmured,

"There's a dragon in here?"

"No, the one on your arm." He took a second to figure out what you meant, then sat up to speak.

"Babe, that's not any dragon. It's a wyvern." He proceeded to tell you all of the lore behind wyverns, excited to teach his favorite person about the mythological creature (although he tells you, "Just because we haven't found real-life evidence of them, yet, that doesn't mean they don't exist. They're out there. I can feel it in my bones.")

As the years go on, he adds more and more pieces to his collection. He's mostly covered, save for a few spots.

One night, you're fast asleep in bed from a long day at work. Eddie told you not to wait up for him since the new campaign he's running could go late into the night.

You stir in your sleep when you feel the mattress dip beside you, then a hand rubs along your back.

"Sorry to wake you, sweetheart. You can go back to sleep."

"It's okay" you rub your eyes and turn over to bury your face into his neck like you usually do. He winces and stops you.

"Careful there, it's tender."

You frown and ask, "Why's your neck tender, mister? What have you been getting up to?"

He grins and reaches over you to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. Warm light fills the room and you see it. On the left side of his neck in between a somewhat faded spiderweb and an ornate dagger, lies your name in swirly, beautiful script lettering. His skin is still red and raw, the ink is fresh and shiny.

You gasp. You can't take your eyes off of your name on him. It has never looked prettier.

"Eddie! What did you do?!"

A big, goofy grin stretches across his face.

"Do you like it?"

"It- it's my name!"

He laughs, "Sure is." He tries looking down at his neck to inspect it with you, but obviously he fails.

"Been waiting to get something for you for a while now. I saved this spot since you left that massive hickey there on our first date, ya little vampire."

Your eyes water and your heart swells. You grab his face and plant a big, fat kiss on him. He giggles and holds you. You break the kiss and ask,

"You remember what I did to your dick that night? What are you gonna put there?"

[always-andromeda]

Glimpse of Us | Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count | 1,887

Summary | Eddie wonders when you're going to give him up.

Author's Note | hey all! I wrote part of this while I was a little intoxicated after watching the new episodes, so I'm gonna blame that if any part of this is bad. I literally could not fall asleep until I got this little scenario out. so it's kind of small but also made me cry very much.

Warnings | spoilers for stranger things 4!! mentions of blood and violence, general angst, nothing else I can think of!!

You’re in his bedroom again. And he’s rubbing his nose as he looks down at the binder in his lap. Another campaign he’s working on for Hellfire, you figure. But when he hears his door creak open, all his attention is on you. That smile of his grows, beautifully crooked and all yours.

“Hey, baby.” He says fondly. Like he’d been waiting for you to get there.

Your mind is swimming in all sorts of words. You can’t make your mouth form anything substantial. It’s like all of the most vital ones are stuck to the lining of your esophagus.

Before you choke, you ask him, “Are you gonna spend all day in here?”

“It’s all I can do, sweetheart.” His reply sinks to the bottom of your stomach like an anchor. You practically drag your feet over to where Eddie sits on his bed. By the time your hands hit his comforter, you feel like you’ve walked across a desert. Mouth dry, heels aching, tongue swollen, and heart beating fast. But his touch alleviates all of it. As soon as his ringed fingers brush against your wrist, he’s bringing you closer to him.

He lays back on his bed and keeps your head right over his chest. You nestle into his side so naturally. If you were to be buried, you’d like it to be here, with your arms wrapped around his torso. You take a deep breath, glad that he doesn’t reek of the grimy desolation of the upside down.

Where did that memory come from?

No. You're not thinking of that terrible place. Instead, it’s his cheap cologne filling your nostrils. It’s his cigarette smoke and minty mouthwash that you so love the taste of on your tongue. It’s so overwhelming you almost aren't aware that his skin is ice cold. And the normally tanned skin of his hand as it lays over yours, has faded to a ghostly gray comparable to the color of his rings. He shouldn't look like that; shouldn't feel like that. You find it difficult to swallow down your horror.

“You should really let some air in here.” You manage to choke out. That sentence was familiar enough on your lips. You’d said it plenty of times, especially if he’d smoked in his room while his uncle wasn’t home. The trailer’s airflow was terrible even at the best of times. 

Your mind wanders to the air vent that you know is in the corner of Eddie’s room. A vision creeps up on you. The cover bursting open, those deadly creatures flooding the room, and Eddie attempting to shield you and Dustin with his body from the vicious attack.

His voice brings you back, “It’s not like I’d need it.”

You can’t think about his words too much. The implication makes your eyes sting and you blink hard, changing the subject, “Everyone’s asking about you.”

But this Eddie is just as relentless as he was when he was made of flesh and blood, “They still think I did it?”

This time, you’re not even sure if you know what he’s talking about. Your voice sounds meek, “Did what?” There’s a pinch at the back of your mind, something straining. It's begging to be freed from the confines of your head's ability to black it all out.

“Killed Chrissy Cunningham.” He says it simply. There’s no way you can ignore the itch now. It tears you apart, making you feel almost rabid. You don’t still live in the world where Chrissy Cunningham is a pretty, popular, and very much still alive cheerleader. Then again, you don’t even live in the world where Eddie is a suspected murderer on the run. But you can’t believe that yet.

You want to scream. How could all of those people think your Eddie is a murderer? At least the chaos of the earthquake would help him hide better. The police couldn’t possibly be following any sort of leads on his disappearance. As much as the world was in deep shit, it guaranteed that there were bigger problems than one measly murder suspect.

“Yeah. They think you’re dead too.” You say plainly, hoping it offers Eddie some comfort. You know how nervous he's been about being caught.

“That’s one thing they got right.”

The truth comes hurtling towards you, smacking you directly in the face, and not giving you a chance in hell to recover. You live in the world where it’s like Eddie never existed, save for the missing posters that people swiftly deface with the devil horns and fangs he used to taunt them with. Every time you see them, that sharp pain slices your heart.

“Stop. Absolutely not. They’ve never been right. Not about you.” You hide your face, hoping if you just bury yourself into the fabric of his Hellfire shirt it’ll simply swallow you whole. This isn’t real. None of it is real.

Eddie is silent for a little too long. It starts making you worry that you closed your eyes so tightly that it poofed Eddie from your life once more. Maybe the blackness of the back of your eyelids was a better alternative to that existence.

“When are you gonna accept it?” He says, voice seemingly closer to your ear though you haven’t felt him move. If you know anything about him, you know how he sounds when he's teasing you. You feel his hand caressing your back, up and down, encouraging the memories to leave their nest in the pit of your stomach.

“Never.” you answer firmly.

“Sweetheart…” He begins like he's actually going to chide you. Not even this version of Eddie could bear to really be upset with you, though.

You finally sit up to look at him properly. “Don’t talk to me like that.” You poke his chest with your index finger and let it fall. You can't remember a time where you've been this serious with Eddie.

“Because I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.” You struggle to speak through the lump in your throat. Playing with the hem of his shirt and studying the stitching, you notice the dirt and the long dried blood. You weren't quite sure how you'd missed it before. The deep burgundy blossoms over the once pure white fabric. It looks real enough that you're sure if you touched those spots, you could feel the tears in his skin underneath. And just below that, the molecules that could no longer function. 

Using two fingers to lift your chin from the spot you're fixated on, he brings you back up to his gaze. “You’re gonna take it one day at a time.” he says sternly. But you're too busy staring into his eyes. Did he always have those flecks of gold floating around in the muddy brown of his irises?

Eddie continues, “You’re gonna get older. You’re gonna go to college. And you’re gonna leave this hellhole in the dust. Most importantly, you’re gonna forget all about me.”

A tear pricks at the inner corner of your eye and your voice shakes, “No. I won’t. I am never going t—”

Eddie stops you dead in your tracks, holding a hand up passively, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m gonna be offended. Gotta be alive for that. I’m just glad I kept you and the kid safe.” He smiled softly then. How your mind could replicate Eddie this well almost scared you. It was a reminder of how so many of your days and nights had been spent with him, wasting away the hours until you were so tired, you had no choice but to fall asleep on his chest.

Your hand cupping his cheek, you find how much you miss its warmth. “You really did a good job. You’re my hero, ya know?” you murmur.

Eddie gives a toothy grin, “You mean little old me?”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and lightly slap his shoulder. His expression goes serious. The frozen surface of his skin could numb your fingers if you kept your hand there too long. But still, you ran your thumb down the middle of his chapped bottom lip, “I miss you.”

His reassurance comes through those blue lips, quieting any sort of sentimentality, “You’ve got better things to do than that, baby. There’s a whole world out there.” He motions towards his door, opening just a crack and swaying gently. You can hear the faint sound of wind blowing through it.

“I wish you could see it with me. I wish everyone out there could see you this way.” It's entirely true. You believe if the world only knew the Eddie that lived in your mind's eye, they could never remember him as that dangerous cult leader and murderer they painted him to be.

Eddie chuckles, “Sweetheart, you know just as well as I do that the world doesn’t look too kindly upon guys like me.”

You're rambling now, “If they knew how you were—how you are—if only they could understand even for a—”

“But you understood me?” He asks suddenly.

“Of course.” You reply tenderly.

“That’s all I ever needed.”

“No—”

Eddie interrupts you again, “I don’t need the people who spent every day despising me trying to figure me out. As long as you know who I was, that’s all that matters.” How this cruel but comforting mockery of Eddie could convince you he is right, you may never know. Maybe it’s the fact that Eddie was often right about things that insulates your own confidence in his words.

“You gonna let go soon?” The question mirrors what he'd asked you minutes before. The only difference is his tone; it's subdued and more willing to accept the answer that's already on the tip of your tongue. 

Once again, you say, “Never.”

His wet eyes sparkle as he blinks slowly. If there's anything you're grateful for, its that if you keep staring at them, it's almost like he's really still there. Still alive and abundant with life.

Laying you back down on his chest, he says, “Okay, sweetheart. You take as much time as you need. But as soon as you’re ready…that door is open. And I don’t want you wasting a second longer than you have to. Got it?”

“Yeah.” You didn't need forever here. Just a little longer; just long enough to commit him to memory. No matter how set this version of him was on you moving on, he'd always have a place in the back of your mind. He'd always be like this, reclined in his room, pulling you impossibly close to him and tracing patterns on your lower back.

“We’ll take it one day at a time,” he whispers. You close your eyes one last time.

Even when you wake up from the dream, you swear you can feel his hand, ruffling your hair at the root and threading his fingers through it. As you lie in bed, you can pretend he's still there. The most glaringly obvious hole in your imagination is the lack of his chest, subtly rising and falling beneath you. But even in the dream, you were sure you'd seen him breathe. He was merely a ghost, reflecting the bits and pieces of a man you'd never see in the flesh again.

[corrodedcoffinkid]

little!eddie munson x cg!steve hurt/comfort?

let me start off this fic by saying

1) this is non sexual age regression

2) it is a therapy approved coping mechanism

3) if you don’t like it, leave.

Sometimes Eddie is… different.

Sure, Eddie has his quirks every day, but some nights, there were different things Steve picked up on.

When Eddie felt any big emotions, he’d begin to suck on his fingers. It usually ended with him falling asleep in Steve’s lap. Even if he did manage to stay awake, he doesn’t talk much. His speech would become mostly babbling or one sentence replies.

But… the thing that stuck out the most is his teddy bear.

If they were alone and Eddie felt overwhelmed, upset, or anything too strong for him to handle, he’d carry around his teddy bear.

Teddy’s an old, raggedy stuffed animal. His fur is missing in patches, his eyes are scratched too. Eddie slept with him most nights, but he only carried it around with him around the house if something was particularly bothering him.

And tonight, something wasn’t right.

Steve’s off work late tonight. Eddie’s at home- most likely planning a campaign or listening to music. Steve hopes he’d be asleep by now, but it was wishful thinking at this point. Eddie isn’t sleeping well, especially when he’s alone.

Sighing, Steve opens the door to the trailer. He almost jumps out of his skin at what he finds.

Eddie’s standing in the middle of the living room, Teddy clutched to his chest. Tears fall from those big brown eyes that are staring at the ceiling in terror. He’s trembling.

“Eddie?” Steve asks softly. “Baby, what’s the matter?” He’s not even sure why he asks- he knows what the problem is. Eddie would get fixated on the ceiling where the portal to the upside down had been.

Eddie shakes his head rapidly. He can’t talk about it, he can’t. He can’t even think about it. He opens his mouth, trying to say something- anything. He wants Steve to hold him, he wants to stop hearing the sound of Chrissy’s bones cracking, he wants to go to sleep.

Instead, he cries.

Bursting into tears, Eddie crumples into a ball on the floor. Hands covering his ears, he almost doesn’t hear Steve calling his name.

Thankfully, Steve is pretty strong. He lifts Eddie up and over his shoulder. He gently pats his back as he walks to their room. He hates that Eddie still has to live at the site of his trauma, but they can’t afford anything else.

“Alright,” Steve says softly, setting Eddie down on the bed. “I’m going to change into some pajamas, but I’m not leaving, okay?”

“No!” Eddie cries, grabbing onto Steve’s work uniform. “Stay! Stay!”

“Eddie, I’m just going across the room.” Steve walks off to Eddie’s dresser. Unsurprisingly, Eddie follows him. “Eds, I want you to lay down. You’re worked up enough as it is.”

“No.”

Steve sighs sympathetically. He pulls on his pajamas, then guides Eddie back to his bed. He tucks them both in, careful not to let Eddie’s bear fall into the floor. He leaves a lamp on. Eddie doesn’t like the dark- not anymore.

“Bad night?”

Eddie shakes his head rapidly. “No talking about it, please.”

“Okay.”

Steve needs to find a way to make this better. He untucks Eddie, and places him into his lap instead. Maybe, just maybe, Eddie needs something more tender.

Slowly, Steve begins to rock them back and forth. He hums a soft lullaby, stroking Eddie’s cheek with his thumb as he does so. Eddie’s thumb finds it’s way up to his mouth. Suckling on his fingers now, he seems more peaceful.

Teddy in lap, Eddie is happy. He drifts off to sleep in Steve’s arms, but that didn’t mean Steve was going to stop.

He rocks him for hours. He could do this forever. Watching Eddie sleep so peacefully is his own way of winding down. He doesn’t stop humming the lullaby until his throat gets sore. Gently, he takes Eddie’s fingers from out of his mouth. He pulls the blankets over the both of them- and Teddy.

Bad nights don’t always have to stay bad, Steve decides.

[darling-i-read-it]

Not Today

Eddie Munson x fem!reader, past Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k 

Warnings: spoilers for s3 and s4 of stranger things!, grief

Author’s Note: i miss billy :( this is me coping :(

Summary: You used to date Billy before he died. Now that Eddie, your friend who you have a crush on, finally knows how he really died he’s finally able to comfort/annoy you adequately. 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Billy would’ve hated Eddie. That was probably what attracted you to him. The fact that if Billy were still around, he would’ve picked on Eddie. He probably would’ve made fun of his silly game and his stupid hair and his shitty car. He mostly would have hated that Eddie couldn’t give two shits what Billy thought of him. He would’ve tried to get under his skin for months and probably wouldn’t have been able to do it. 

Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. 

Billy’s gone now. And he wasn’t coming back. 

You still had one more year of high school without him. He had been a year older than you when he came, endlessly holding it over your head. You were his age now though and you were only gonna get older. You tried to shove the thought out of your head as you sat down beside the rowboat. 

“You look about as good as I feel,” Eddie muttered. He held the side of the rowboat tightly. His knuckles were white. You looked over at him, toying with the walkie. You glanced at it, making sure it was still on, making sure that the batteries weren’t gonna run out. 

“I get nervous when I’m idle,” you admitted. 

“Well at least the town isn’t out to get you,” he said, chuckling nervously. “You’re the perfect poor widow. They love you.” Your look turned sour. 

“Widows were married. We were in high school.” Eddie ducked his face a bit and instantly felt bad for even mentioning Billy. Everyone knew that you took it hard when he died in the mall fire. The two of you had been bound to either make it to marriage or break up in the ugliest way possible. 

Unfortunately for you, neither of those options really ended up coming to fruition. 

“Plus, they just feel bad. They all pretend to like Billy like he liked any of them.” You waved your arm away, trying to change the subject. “Regardless, at least you know it wasn’t a mall fire now.” You shrugged. 

“You could have told me you know. In the club.” 

You had joined Hellfire your senior year in a desperate attempt to get the popular kids to stop trying to suck up to you just because Billy was gone. 

“Told you what? That my boyfriend died because he was mentally attached to some sort of monster?” you questioned. 

“It’s not the most unbelievable thing ever.” 

“Eddie.” He shyly smiled and shrugged.

“He was kind of a monster in his own right.”

“I don’t wanna talk about Billy anymore,” you muttered. “I stayed back here so you wouldn’t get attached to some monster.” 

“You stayed back here because Steve Harrington still doesn’t trust that I didn’t kill Chrissy,” he said, voice slightly breaking when he said her name. He cleared his throat right after, trying to cover it up. 

“He knows you didn’t kill Chrissy,” you said. “But I am staying for the benefit of everyone. We all feel safer with someone around us.” “They get a big group and you just get me. Hate to say it but clearly I can’t protect you if Vecna comes knocking.”

“You have experience now. Just pull me down by my ankles,” you offered, half joking. He stood up quickly, almost falling over in the process. You grabbed his knee just to keep him up straight and then let go quickly, not wanting to be overbearing. 

“You’re the one with experience. Throwing fireworks at otherworldly people? Unheard of in my campaigns.” 

“Maybe you should think about adding them. It’s effective.” 

The sun had set over the horizon. The most you could see of Eddie was his outline in the darkness. You would rather that then keep the light on in fear of being found. It was chilly, the slight rock of the water leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. 

Because it was so dark you could see the headlights coming in the front as clear as day. Eddie ducked down immediately and you slid off the chair you were sitting on. You breathed quietly, looking from between the door and Eddie’s wide eyes. 

The fear that crept into your heart was familiar. 

Whether were teenage boys or Vecna outside, you felt an equal amount of paralyzing fear. Not for you. For Eddie. 

Either of those options would kill him. And you hadn’t really realized it until that very moment but Eddie had become a lifeline since Billy died. He was kind to you without ever really worrying about before either of you had met. He was a fresh start in an old town. 

You grabbed his hand. He had been staring out the window, mind racing but his eyes shot right back to you at the touch of skin on skin. 

“Come on,” you whispered. He didn’t have time to answer you before you were dragging him along. You grabbed the walkie and tossed it in the boat before practically shoving Eddie inside. 

“We can’t exactly be sneaky about this,” he whisper screamed. 

“You got a better idea?”

He shook his head and got inside. You both started to row aggressively, watching as you escaped the boat house and outside. You could see Jason Carver at the edge of the shore, still looking mildly confused. 

“We can go to skull rock,” Eddie said. 

“You go there often, Munson?” you asked, desperately rowing. 

“Oh yeah,” he said breathlessly. “All the time. Take all the D&D obsessed girls there.” 

You could see Jason trying to get into the water and you just forced yourself to move faster. 

-

You had been trying the walkie but no one was answering. They must have been out of range. You would move out soon, eventually when you thought it was safe but you had no interest in going out there with Eddie right now. 

You were sitting under the rock together, drenched still from the night before, hungry, tired, and thirsty. But alive. 

“You should just go with them when they show up,” he whispered, still shaken. You were staring at the ground. You grabbed his hand and shook your head. 

“I’m not gonna let the monsters get you,” you whispered with your whole chest. He looked at you and though he couldn’t see your eyes all that well, he knew you meant it. You put your head on his shoulder and breathed evenly. You couldn’t save Billy. But you had a chance to save Eddie. 

“Don’t worry about me sweetheart.”

“I think I’m gonna if that’s okay.” 

He kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes. 

The Upside Down wasn’t taking anything else from you. Not today. 

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[stray-cat-21]

Star crossed or some shit

Summary: (Y/n) was one of the most popular girls in school who for most of her life has been a cheerleader who did everything her parents expected. Except what happens when mother finds out that she’s switched to Hellfire over cheer and Eddie instead of a basketball player?

Warnings: toxic mother relationship

“Perfect.”

(Y/n) stood back admiring the dress thanks to help from Chrissy (Y/n) was able to alter a dress to be the perfect dress for her dnd character.

Tonight was a big night.

For most the school it was the night of the big rival game but for Hellfire it was the very last night of the campaign.

The thrilling conclusion to Eddie’s most recent story.

(Y/n) and Dustin had even convinced the whole group to dress up for the event.

To say Eddie was excited was an understatement.

DnD with his friends was one of the few parts of his week he actually loved and to see them getting as into as he always was made his cynical heart soar.

Even with the excitement of leading the campaign Eddie spent most of the evening stealing glances at (Y/n).

Between the way she looked all dolled up in her costume and the way she rallied the group to make this night so special it was all the confidence he needed.

He had planned it all out with Dustin before.

After the game Eddie would drive her to Lovers Lake where he’d take her on a walk and tell her how he’s deeply madly and hopelessly in love with her. And he couldn’t possibly bear another day of not being with her.

Unfortunately life had other plans for tonight.

The group was in the middle of deciding how to deal with a particularly menacing wyvern when the door is thrown open.

In the doorway stands Mrs. (Y/l/n), (Y/n)’s mother. The very last person she wanted to see.

“Mom?” She asks with a slight crack to her voice as she stands up from the table. Her chair squeaks against the floor.

The table shares a couple looks while Eddie’s eyes flick between the two. His brow furrowed in concern.

“This doesn’t look like the game to me.”

Her tone is ice cold, so much so it sends goosebumps across (Y/n)’s skin.

“Mom these um are my friends.” She starts trying to explain but really it’s fruitless.

Her mom observes the group especially focusing on Eddie.

“Get your things let’s go.”

“But mom we’re not-”

“I said let’s go now.”

“I’m sorry guys.”

Eddie’s quick to his feet standing right beside her.

He leans his head down as if to give the illusion that it’s a more private conversation.

His ring covered fingers finger at his side in order to not grab her hands.

Meanwhile (Y/n)’s hands are shaking while busy shuffling her things together haphazardly shoving them in her bag.

“Sweetheart you alright?”

“I’ll be okay Eddie I’m so sorry.”

“Hey don’t sweat it, just gives the guys time to regroup before I crush them.”

Ignoring her mothers intense burning stare he grabs one of her hands holding it delicately in his own.

He gives her hand a reassuring squeeze barely resisting the urge to push her body behind his and insist the woman can’t take her that he won’t allow it.

The situation brings Eddie back to when he was a boy trying to protect his mother from his father. That same feeling of anxiety of needing to protect someone he loved.

“Call me later okay?” His voice is stern but pleading pushing back the worry bubbling in his throat.”

“Yeah Eds I will, promise.”

Before she could hug him or even react her mother is pulling her arm dragging her out to the hallway.

“If you think you’re ever speaking to that boy again you are highly mistaken!” Her mother continues pulling her all the way to the car.

“Eddie didn’t do anything we were just playing a game that’s it!”

“We will speak about this at home.”

The whole way home is deadly silent not another word spoken till they get into the living room.

“We should pull you from that school. I’m sure there’s a nice religious school or boarding school that fix whatever this one has done to you.”

“It was really just a game it’s called Dungeons and Dragons!

“That game Newsweek is talking about? The one that promotes satanic worship? I don’t think so. No daughter of mine will be joining any cults!”

“It’s not a cult it’s-”

“Then what do you call this?”

Her mom grabs something from the table before shoving (y/n)’s Hellfire club shirt forward in a tightly clenched fist.

“It’s the design really it’s just a harmless game I swear!”

“Okay let’s forget this game for a moment. What about that miscreant with the long hair?!”

“Eddie? What about him?”

“I will not have you getting knocked up by that trailer park cultist absolutely not!”

“It’s not like that either mom we’re just-well we’re just friends he doesn’t like me like that believe me.”

“Oh so you haven’t been kissing him? Not when he picks you up for school, or after cheer practice when you do decide to show up?”

This catches (Y/n) off guard. She had no clue her mom knew any of that.

She’s unable to even argue or even form a coherent sentence.

“W-who told you that?”

“Who told me doesn’t matter what matters is that you’ve been lying to me young lady. That you’ve been sneaking around with that- that boy instead of cheer practice.”

“We weren’t sneaking around we’ve just been playing that game honest!”

“As for this little game of yours, it's over. Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?”

This time her moms hand reaches up snatching both of the elf ears.

The words are a sharp weapon against (Y/n). No concern or worry to them just harsh sarcasm.

“Mom this isn’t fair we weren’t doing anything wrong-”

“I said enough! I will not allow you to embarrass this family with your antics any farther. You’re done with this game and you’re definitely done with that boy.”

As if to add a big fat exclamation point to her instructions her mother threw the shirt directly into the lit fireplace. It was quickly followed by the ears.

A sob broke from (Y/n)’s throat as she watched flames erupt all over the white fabric.

“I will not allow you to throw away your life for him not after how hard we worked. So no more game, no more club, and especially no more of that boy! Now go to your room!”

“I’m eighteen you can’t stop me from seeing him or from going to the club. It’s a really small town you know!”

“Oh I can and I will if you keep up with this silly little game I’ll see to it that your club is shut down and that boy is arrested!”

The threat does it’s job scaring (Y/n) to the bone. Her parents are well connected and could certainly find a way her father was friends with a good half of the police force.

“Now I have to go back to your school to speak to your coach to make sure nothing like this happens again I want you upstairs and I expect you to be there when I get back!”

(Y/n) runs up the steps slamming her door behind her.

She lets out a frustrated yell slumping her back against the door frame.

Tears pour down her cheeks loud sobs echo across the room.

About an hour goes by before there’s a sound outside.

“Shit fuck!” She can hear mumbled.

(Y/n) rushes to the window catching Eddie pulling himself up the the trellis that ends just short of being able to allow him into the window.

She thinks her mom might have had that done on purpose. As if the woman had predicted her daughter would meet someone that she disapproves of.

(Y/n) wants to throw herself out the window into his arms. She curses the house in her mind. Curses the too short trellis, curses the window for not being lower, curses her mom.

Peeking to the driveway (y/n) sees no sign of her mothers car so she quickly tosses the window open.

Eddie feels like he can finally take a breath seeing her safe.

He smiles up at her relieved.

“Hey princess.”

“Eddie what are you doing here?”

“Are you okay? I was gonna wait for you to call but sitting at home worrying was killing me.”

Through (Y/n)’s tear filled oxygen lacked explanation Eddie is able to work out the gist of what happened and he can’t tell if his worry or anger is stronger.

“She can’t do that! She can’t make you leave the club or us! I won’t let her!”

“We don’t have a choice Eddie! She’ll come after the club and you.”

“Let her come after me I don’t give a shit I’m not going to let her do this!”

“I can’t let her do that to you. Not after how hard you worked this year.”

“I’m not letting her do this to you! I’m not letting her take you from Hellfire, from me.”

“It’s okay Eddie I mean I’m eighteen only a few more months and maybe I can save up and-”

“No! No months! No maybes! I won’t- I can’t-!”

Eddie can’t find the words. His big brown eyes are wet with frustrated tears.

“We don’t have another choice.”

“There has to be! You’re one of the only good things I have I can’t lose you (Y/n) not you too!”

His voice cracks and the damn breaks.

The hurt on his face is intense. If it weren’t for the fact that they were being used to hold on to the trellis Eddie’s hands would be covering his face in frustration. The way he always does when his emotions get to be too much.

“I don’t understand Eddie that’s so much trouble to go through am I really worth all that?”

“Of course you’re fucking worth it I love you (Y/n)! I’ve been in love with you for a long time and I finally got the balls to tell you and she’s gonna take you away!”

(Y/n) swears she feels the air being sucked out from her lungs.

Even after countless kisses and high tension considering Eddie never said anything or made any moves beyond kissing (Y/n) just genuinely assumed he didn’t feel the same.

His chest is heaving hard his heart pounding.

This is not how tonight was supposed to go. He had a plan. There was supposed to be moonlight, the lake, a walk, a real kiss. Not sneaking up a window, an angry mother, a teary eyed confession.

But this is what he got and he was gonna make that work.

His shoulders slump and he lets out a shaky breath.

“This isn’t how this was supposed to happen. There was gonna be this walk around the lake, and I was gonna know what to say for once. Dustin is gonna be so pissed man we practiced for two hours.”

“Eddie honey the point, you were saying?”

“I’m in love with you princess have been for a long time. And I know I’m not good enough for you. You’re the perfect cheerleader and I’m the freak. We’re pretty much a match made in hell. I mean the whole school can see it. But when you kiss me I don’t give a shit about that stuff. I don’t give a shit about what your mom says, or anyone at school, or anyone else in this fucking town because I love you. I don’t want to be kissed as your friend anymore I want to kiss you all the time, and call you my girlfriend and all that other shit I’m so cynical about-”

Before he can ramble even more (y/n) leans down as much as she can allowing their lips to just barely meet even with most her body pushed out the window.

Sure they had kissed plenty of times but this one was different. This one wasn’t an end of the day goodbye kiss, or a friendly kiss on the cheek, or even a high kiss that lasts a little longer than it should. This one is a beginning, a start, their start.

They pulled apart when Eddie nearly fell from the house.

“So does that mean you feel the same way?”

“Eddie I’ve been kissing you for weeks I figured you’d catch a hint.”

“Sweetheart I failed senior year twice apparently I’m not that bright.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but grin down at his big dorky smile.

“But can we really make this work? I don’t know if she’ll ever let me leave the house again let alone get anywhere near you.”

“I don’t know but if those two Shakespeare guys can figure it out then so can we.”

“Romeo and Juliet?”

“Yeah we’ll be star crossed or some shit.”

For a moment she thinks about the romance of it all. A forbidden relationship, stolen kisses, secret rendezvous, good nights from the trellis. But that moment doesn’t last long.

“Eddie I don’t want to hide you if we’re gonna be together I want to really be together just like everyone else.”

“I don’t want to hide you either waited too long for this to hide it.”

“She’ll never let us be together.”

“We’ll figure it out promise won’t let anything keep me from my girl.”

A car pulling into the road nearby causes (Y/n)’s heart to drop to her stomach.

“You should go I hate to think of what she’d do if she caught you.”

“Oh shit here Dustin sent this with me. He said your mom might be patrolling the phone so he lent me these.”

Eddie reaches into his leather heavier pocket pulling out a large walkie.

“I’ve got one too he said they’d leave us channel three to talk.”

“He’s a smart boy.”

“Yeah don’t go telling him that he’ll let it go to his head.”

(Y/n) leans down accepting the large device.

Their fingers can just barely brush against each other even with them both stretching as much as possible.

(Y/n) leans back down making their lips meet again.

Soft plump yet slightly chapped lips move against her own.

It’s slow and gentle.

This time when (Y/n) begins to pull away Eddie let’s out a small whine.

“Don’t stop yet.” He whispers it against her lips.

“Eds really you gotta go.”

“You said I deserved to be kissed so kiss me princess please I’m begging here.”

(Y/n) playfully rolls her eyes pressing their lips back together.

Eddie desperately savors in the small bit of her skin he can feel.

He wants to soak it up in fear of losing it.

When they finally part Eddie nearly loses his footing sliding down the trellis a little.

The two laugh and Eddie makes his way down to the ground.

“Goodnight princess.”

“Goodnight Romeo.”

Eddie takes off down the road around the corner where he’s probably parked the van.

(Y/n) retreats to her bed clutching the walkie talkie to her chest.

A bit later she can hear both her parents come home having a loud disagreement about her conversation. It goes on far too long for almost two hours.

Somewhere between the debate of who’s fault it is their daughter turned out this way the walkie begins to crackle.

“You there princess?”

“Read you loud and clear Eddie.”

“Ten four Rodger Rodger.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah but I’m your dork.”

“Very lucky me.”

“How are things there?”

“Basically world war three. Arguing about who’s fault it is I’m like this.”

“I’ve heard that one before. I’m sorry you’re in so much trouble with all this.”

“We didn’t do anything wrong Eds we just wanted to play the game.”

“I know sweetheart I know.”

“She burnt my shirt. And my ears.”

“Your ears?!”

“My elf ears she threw them into the fire place with my Hellfire shirt.”

“We’ll make you knew one you can keep it at my place.”

A door slams and (Y/n) can hear one of her parents walking down the hall.

“I gotta go Eds, I’ll see you Monday hopefully.”

“What if I came over and did the whole boyfriend thing? I can introduce myself and wear a clean shirt or something.”

“That’s sweet but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Either way we’ll figure it out promise.”

“Goodnight Eddie.”

“G’night princess.”

When next week rolls around (Y/n) is driven to school by her mother and then monitored by not only her coach but several other teachers. Any time she even tries to get close to Eddie someone prevents it.

At lunch time Eddie’s not with Hellfire but the rest of the guys send concerned looks and caring smiles her way.

(Y/n) can’t even stomach another bite of her lunch just shoving it away.

Chrissy notices and moves a seat away from Jason sitting closer to (Y/n).

“What’s wrong babes?”

“Hey CC just got a lot on my mind.”

“Like Eddie?”

“Yeah.”

“Did something happen? Do I need to punch him?”

The blondes obvious concern almost makes (Y/n) smile.

“No he didn’t do anything wrong. He told me he loved me.”

Chrissy let’s out an excited squeal grabbing (Y/n)’s hands into her own.

“Really?! How’d he do it? What’d he say?”

“He said he’s been in love with me for a while and that he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks he wants us to be together.”

“Aww babe I’m so happy for you! But that sounds like a good thing why aren’t you sitting with him?”

“My mom found out about Hellfire and basically forbid me to see him again.”

“How did she know?”

“I have no clue but she definitely doesn’t approve of Eddie that’s for sure. Now it feels like the whole staff is watching me like a hawk.”

“Well I know you two I’ll figure out he clearly loves you.”

“I hope so.”

The bell rings and (y/n) gives a quick goodbye to her friend.

In seventh period, her study hall, Chrissy enters the room.

“Excuse me Mr. Johnson I have a note to excuse (Y/n) we need to borrow her.”

The teacher mumbled something shooing both away.

Chrissy nearly drags (y/n) out to the hall her hand holding hers tightly.

“What’s up Chrissy where are we going?”

“A surprise babes just hurry.”

(Y/n)’s even more confused as Chrissy drags her all the way out to the woods.

The confusion stops short when she spots Eddie pacing around a picnic table.

He lights up spotting (Y/n).

“Enjoy your date you two.” Chrissy winks.

“Thank you Chrissy.” Eddie smiles. Chrissy waves him off jogging back to the building.

(Y/n) nearly throws herself into Eddie’s arms. His arms wrap around her shoulders pulling her flush to his body.

“What is this Eddie?” She asks peaking up at her Boyfriend.

Eddie grinned pulling away from the hug to gesture towards the table with a big dramatic “Ta da!”

In the center of the for once clean table sits a bunch of hand picked wildflowers in varying colors.

There also sits two to go containers from the diner that Eddie and (Y/n) would often frequent and a single milkshake with two straws.

“I’ll even let you have the cherry.”

He almost sounds nervous to say it like he scared even after all this time that she might laugh at him.

“Oh Eddie.”

“Figured we should have our first date since we don’t know what might happen.”

“I love it Eddie thank you.”

“Yeah well I would have cooked but I really wanted this to work out so.”

“Let’s eat goofball.”

The two sit down side by side and have their first actual date. It’s not a lot and they don’t have a lot of time but it’s something and for right now he has her.

An: Okay hopefully that was alright. I’ve rewritten huge parts of this due to the tumble app fucking up and deleting huge chunks of it after the app crashes. There’s going to be a part three a lot quicker since most of it is written. Hopefully you guys enjoy this I’m sure why this is the route I went but it turned out mostly cute. Anyways thanks for reading❤️

[mistiell]

Fluff Alphabet with Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

A/N: Still working on those requests, but I figured I’d put something out in the time being. I might do a smut alphabet after this, but I don’t know yet.

A - Activites (What does he like to do with you?)

Literally anything. As long as he’s with you, he doesn’t care what you guys do. He normally lets you choose how you guys spend your free time, happily going along with whatever you suggest.

One thing that he really enjoys is when you guys are together but doing your own thing, just sharing the space. Maybe he’s learning something new on the guitar while you’re sat reading next to him. Or maybe you’re studying and he’s planning a D&D campaign. Sometimes he wants downtime but he also wants you, so doing your own separate activities in comfortable silence is the perfect solution.

B - Beauty (What does he love about you? What does he love most about himself?)

He doesn’t really care much about looks. You could be fresh out of the upside down, covered in dirt and slime and he’d still think you’re the most beautiful being to ever walk the earth. If he had to pick a favourite, though, it would be your tummy. Big or small, he loves it regardless. You’re just so warm and comfy. He loves resting his head on your stomach and falling asleep while you play with his hair.

His favourite feature on himself has got to be his hair. He spends at least 15 minutes every morning making sure it looks good but not so good that people can tell he puts effort into it. In his words, “It’s got to have the right fluff to curl ratio”.

C - Comfort (How would he help you when you’re upset/having a panic attack?)

Lots and lots and lots of cuddles. The moment he sees the tears welling up in your eyes, he’s pulling you right into his arms. If you’re around people, he’ll quickly make an excuse to excuse the both of you to bring you somewhere private so he can hold you and talk it out. Definitely cracks a few jokes to get you to laugh.

He’s a little lost at first when it comes to panic attacks. He’s had them himself a few times, but he didn’t know what they were until you. Whenever it happens in public, he’s quick to pull you out of the situation and get you somewhere quiet. He’ll ask to touch you before he does anything. If you say it’s okay, he’ll hold your hand and rub his thumb against your skin to give you something to focus on while he breathes with you. If not, he’ll sit close to you and get you to do that thing where you name off things you can sense (5 things you can see, 4 things you can feel, etc.)

D - Date (What was the first date with him like? What’s his go-to date?)

Your first date started as an ice cream date. It’s basic, but it was easy. After you guys finished your ice creams, he took you down to lovers lake to watch the sunset and talk. He also brought some weed because of course he did. Y’all ended up having some wildly existential and bizarre conversations that day. You cracked a Lord of the Rings joke and while you were choking and nearly crying over your own joke, he swore he was going to make you his no matter what it took.

His go-to date is a movie, snacks, and a fuck ton of blankets. You guys keep very good track of who’s turn it is to pick the movie now because the one time you forgot, you spent over 30 minutes inside Family Video arguing over whether you should rent “Return of the Living Dead” or “The Breakfast Club”. Robin and Steve were not impressed.

E - Equal (Is he the dominant one or the the passive one in the relationship?)

He’s a little on the passive side. He prefers when you take the lead, but he’ll also put his two cents in about things when needed.

F - Fight (Does he easily forgive you? How is he during fights?)

Eddie does not like conflict. Which often leads to him bottling up whatever’s bothering him to avoid confrontation. He normally goes quiet and gets distant when he’s upset with you. He won’t flat out ignore you, but he’ll give you short answers and won’t go out of his way to make plans. When you do eventually confront him, he denies that anything is wrong at first. But then you start getting frustrated, which in turn gets him frustrated and then the fight actually ensues.

When you guys fight, he does yell, but keep in mind he isn’t yelling at you, he’s yelling near you. He has a hard time expressing what he’s upset about so it can take some time for him to explain everything in a way that’s cohesive and actually makes sense, which can be frustrating in itself. When he catches himself getting a little too heated or a little too loud, he’s quick to apologize and tell you that he’s not yelling at you, more to himself than anything. Once it’s all out in the open, he’s quick to calm down and he’s willing to talk it through with you. He’s also very quick to forgive you. He doesn’t like holding grudges and would rather learn from the fight and move on rather than have it taint your relationship.

G - Gratitude (How grateful is he in general? Is he aware of everything you do for him?)

He is so, so, so grateful for you and he lets you know that on a daily basis. Compliments and “I love you’s” are frequent and always genuine.

He notices all the little things you do for him. He notices when you start packing extra snacks after you notice he only brings a baggy of walnuts for lunch. He notices the little affirmations scribbled in the margins of his notebook after you went over his notes to make sure he had all the information. He definitely notices when you start automatically giving him your hand to fidget with after you caught him biting his nails one too many times. He notices and appreciates it all, more than you could ever know.

H - Honesty (Is he secretive at all? Or does he share everything with you?)

Eddie doesn’t hide much of anything from you. He trusts you 100% and hates lying to you. The only thing that he’s ever really dishonest about is how he’s feeling. Expressing his emotions is something he struggles with, both because he doesn’t want to be a burden and because he often can’t find the right words. However, with a little prying (and sometimes a little weed), he’ll open up to you. When he’s talking, don’t interrupt him and don’t rush him, let him take the time to organize his thoughts and figure out how to say things.

I - Inspiration (Did you change him somehow? Did he change you in anyway?)

You both change over the course of your relationship. Not drastically, but it’s noticeable. You picked up the tongue thing he does when he’s concentrating. You didn’t even notice until Steve was like “Dude, wtf are you doing??”. You’ve also caught yourself mirroring his stance whenever you’re in the same room.

He picked up your sarcasm and your sense of humour. There have been a few times where you two have been hanging out with Steve, Nancy, and Robin and somebody’s done something stupid (normally Steve) and you both came out with the exact same insult at the exact same time. He’s also picked up a couple of your study habits. He doesn’t study very often, but when he does, he finds himself using some of the strategies you shared with him during your many make out study sessions.

J - Jealousy (Does he get jealous easily? How does he deal with it?)

He can get a little jealous sometimes. He trusts you, of course. But sometimes, when someone is flirting with you or you’re giving your attention to someone else for too long, insecurity gets the best of him and he can’t help but feel jealous.

Whenever you’re being flirted with, the PDA gets ramped up to a thousand. He’s got a hand on you at all times, he’s kissing you wherever he can reach, he’s calling you every pet name in the book just to make it clear to anyone within 10 feet of you that you’re his.

If you’re just talking to someone and aren’t paying much attention to what he’s saying, he gets huffy and grumbly. He’ll try to get you to pay attention by grabbing your hand and kissing your cheek, maybe whispering a whiny little “baabe :((“ but if that doesn’t work, he’ll pull away and get a little distant until you finally ask him what’s wrong.

K - Kiss (What was the first kiss like?)

He was so fucking nervous it was unreal. You’re his first real kiss so he was shaking in his boots when he leaned in to kiss you. The only thing going through his head was “Don’t fuck this up don’t fuck this up don’t fuck this up”.

But once you finally met him halfway, he got so lightheaded and tingly that he had to think back to make sure he hadn’t smoked before he took you out to lover’s lake. The moment your lips met, he was hooked.

L - Love Confession (How did he confess to you?)

Good god, this guy pined over you for months before he finally confessed to you. Mostly because he was worried about you. There’s a fair amount of peer backlash when you get into a relationship with the town freak and he didn’t want you to go through all that just to be with him.

I imagine he’d do it just before you guys go into the upside down. Sort of like a “Fuck it, it’s now or never” situation. You’re about to go up on top of the trailer but he grabs your wrist, taking a shaky breath before finally shooting his shot, “Hey, once this is all over, do you- um… do you maybe wanna get some ice cream? With me?”

Cue Dustin’s little “Smooth!” From on top of the trailer, which he pointedly ignores.

You obviously say yes, and when you both get out of there fully alive and nearly unscathed, you set a date.

M - Marriage (Does he want to get married? How does he propose?)

He isn’t too keen on marriage at first. He saw how his parents marriage was and it kind of put him off the idea. When you guys get together, though, his view of it shifts a little. He finds himself thinking about it more often. What it would be like to introduce you as his wife, being able to call you Mrs. Munson. He even scribbled your first name with his last name down in the margins of his notebook once.

The more he thinks about it, the more apparent it becomes that he really would like to call you his wife someday. But maybe not officially.

If he were to ever propose, it would be while you’re doing something really domestic. You’re washing the dishes after breakfast and he’s just watching you when all of a sudden he just blurts out “Marry me?”.

And of course you’re like, “What?” So he repeats himself, coming around the counter to wrap his arms around you. You have to ask him if he’s serious and when he confirms, your heart swells as you nod vigorously. He grins and takes of one of his rings to slip it on to your ring finger. From then on, he introduces you as his wife. Completely skips over the whole fiancée thing, as far as he’s concerned, that ring means you’re hitched. He doesn’t need a fancy wedding or documents to know that he wants you and only you for the rest of his life.

N - Nicknames (What does he call you?)

I made a post about this before so I’m gonna speed run it:

- shortened version of your name

- sweetheart

- babe

- baby

- darlin’

- Gorgeous

- Beatiful

- If you’re shorter than him, he calls you short stuff and hobbit

- pretty girl

- sweet thing

O - On Cloud Nine (What’s he like when he’s in love? Is it obvious to others?)

It is unbelievably obvious how in love with you he is. He opens doors for you, carries your bags no matter how big or how small, he even lets you pick the music you listen to whenever you’re in the car. Any polaroid Nancy has taken of you two where he’s looking at you captures the lovesick gaze he always aims at you.

Before you guys got together, his friends were always begging him to just get it over with and ask you out because they couldn’t take another second of hearing about the mundane little things you did that made Eddie blush that day. Jokes on them, though, ‘cause he talks about you even more now if that’s even possible.

P - PDA (Is he shy about public displays of affection?)

Fuck. No.

Whenever you’re together, it’s rare that he isn’t loving on you in some way. He doesn’t overdo it, of course. Most of the time it’s just a casual hand on your waist or in your back pocket.

Definitely steals kisses from you between classes. He says they keep him focused but you both know that’s just an excuse to kiss you.

Q - Quirk (A random ability he has that’s somehow beneficial to your relationship)

His knack for storytelling is great for distracting you when you’re stressed. Sometimes when you’re upset, he’ll just launch into an absolutely absurd childhood memory of his and the way he tells it has you laughing in minutes.

His voice is a close second. He’s a wonderful singer and will often sing or hum you to sleep when you’re having trouble.

R - Romance (How romantic is he? How far is he willing to go to make you happy?)

Eddie would literally extinguish the sun if you said it was shining too brightly. There is nothing that this man wouldn’t do to make you smile.

As for romance, he’s romantic in his own way. He hates the cheesy rom-com take on love so he does his very best to spice things up and find his own unorthodox way of showing you he loves you.

He memorizes your coffee order from that little cafe in town and brings it to you every Monday without fail because he knows that’s the day you need a pick-me-up most.

He makes you mix tapes full of songs that remind him of you, hoping that you’ll pick up on the lyrics and understand the meaning behind them.

He memorizes your favourite scenes in your favourite movies so that when you start monologuing with your favourite character, he can surprise you by going right along with you.

When it’s pouring rain outside, he drags you outside the trailer to dance with you, twirling and dipping you while you both get absolutely drenched. It’s a very “Eddie” take on romance, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

S - Support (Will he help you achieve your goals? Does he believe in you?)

He believes in you 110%! Anything you want to do in life, he’s right there next to you cheering you on. Doesn’t matter if it’s something everyone else deems “unrealistic”, as far as he’s concerned, you can do absolutely anything you set you’re mind to.

T - Thrill (Does he need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or does he need a certain routine?)

Routines have never worked for him. The most routine he has is brushing his teeth every morning and night. He’s always finding new adventures to partake in despite how small Hawkins is, and if you’ll let him, he’ll drag you along on every single one

U - Understanding (How well does he know you? Is he empathetic?)

He’s unbelievably empathetic and in tune with you’re emotions. He can spot even the slightest of changes in your expressions and mannerisms it’s almost scary.

He remembers tiny things about you that you think are insignificant, but are quite the opposite to him. He treasures everything you tell him about yourself, holding those little pieces of you with the utmost care.

V - Vanity (How much does he care about his looks?)

He isn’t super concerned about his looks. He likes to teeter the line between presentable and “just rolled out of bed” just enough that he looks good without it looking like he put any effort in. His hair is what he spends the most time on simply because it’s a beast and needs to be tamed every morning lest he look like a lion.

W - Wild Card (A random fluff headcanon)

He loves soft things. Blankets, pillows, you name it. As long as it’s soft, he’ll bury himself in it.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon about the relationship)

You paint his nails black whenever his band has a gig. He has a hard time sitting still while you do it, but he really does enjoy the time with you.

He also writes you love letters as if y’all were in a fantasy world. Lots of “My dearest Y/n” and stuff like that.

Y - Yearning (How does he cope when he’s missing you?)

He doesn’t like when you have leave for long periods of time. You’ve become such a big part of his life that it feels wrong not being able to see you for so long.

To cope, he’d probably go through some of the polaroids you gave him before you left, maybe sleep with one of the shirts you left at his place. When you get back, you best believe he’s wrapping you up in a bear hug and won’t be letting you go for the next 3-4 hours.

Z - Zzzz (How does he sleep?)

On his back or on his side. He sleeps best with you tucked right up next to him. Which is also good for you because he’s a blanket hog so if you aren’t snuggled up to him, you’ll be freezing to death on the other side of the mattress.

He snores quietly too. It’s not loud by any means, but you can definitely hear it when you’re that close to him.