#eddie cleared it in two seconds

[himbosandhardwear]

Steddie I 2.1k I different first meeting I modern au I one sided enemies to lovers I rated T

“I mean, if looking like a dyke is the goal, you're nailing it,” Steve tells Robin as she holds the phone back to showcase her date outfit. “Change the belt, I think-”

He hears a throat clear behind him and spins around to find Eddie the bar manager standing behind him, a blank face and closed off body language.

“Shit,” he mumbles. “Rob, I have to go. I'll text you after work.” He hangs up on her and stuffs his phone into his back pocket. “Sorry about that. Hi, you must be Eddie.” He holds out his hand to shake but Eddie just looks at it. He lowers it, the sting of rejection biting low in his stomach. “Um. Harvey said you just got back from a tour? That's cool.”

“Mmhmm.” He sniffs. “You're on garnish duty,” he says, cold and succinct, before turning away.

It's only Steve's third day behind the bar but he'd been slinging drinks with Rachel the night before. Barback duties are beneath him, he's got six years bartending experience. He doesn't want to complain though, not to Eddie who hated him on sight, and not during his first week.

They stay out of each other's way for the first half of the night, Steve relegated to the back, slicing limes and making the pre-mixes.

He's not used to being hated so thoroughly like this. Eddie hasn't uttered a word directly to Steve since sending him to the back, but he catches Eddie's eye a few times and it's like ice water down his back. The people-pleasing little boy in him wants to cry but he's a grown fucking man, he's not going to let this bother him. Just because he was looking forward to meeting Eddie, wanted to make a friend here, wanted to get to know the guy who managed the bar when he wasn't shredding across the country. Maybe if the owner hadn't talked Eddie up like he was the next Chris Martin…or whoever the metal equivalent of that would be. And, yeah, he'd seen the photos of Eddie, the Polaroids behind the bar of him with staff and guests, and thought he was stupid hot, with his tangled curls and the dimples, and maybe he'd had some inappropriate thoughts about his in absentia boss, and maybe he'd fantasized about flirting at the end of the night, and maybe-

Anyway, it's all good. Eddie doesn't owe him kindness or friendship or a single dimpled smile. Sometimes people just don't get along and that's okay.

“Your Fernet,” he mumbles as he sets the bottle at Eddie's elbow, head down like a dog that's used to booted feet. He feels like an idiot but Eddie's frosty demeanor feels like it's balanced on a knife's edge, like he could tip over into a blazing explosion if Steve says or does the wrong thing.

Eddie doesn't thank him, just snatches the bottle and walks away.

“You're welcome,” he snarks under his breath after Eddie's well away.

“Can I get a rum and coke?” A guy asks over the counter.

Steve hesitates. He's not welcome at the bar, Eddie has made that abundantly clear, but he wasn't hired as a barback, he's a bartender, so he smiles at the guy and starts making the drink. Eddie is busy at the other end of the bar anyway.

“You're new,” the guy says, making conversation as Steve works.

“Yeah, it's my first week.”

“You liking it so far?”

Steve glances down the bar, watching Eddie shake a cocktail like he's fucking Tom Cruise or something. His face lights up at something the woman he's talking to says and the crack of his laugh travels the length of the bar, punching Steve right in the stomach. His dimples are really something to see in motion.

“Jesus Christ, I wanna wrap you in tinsel.”

Steve whips his head back around. “Huh?”

The guy chuckles. “Because you're pining so hard. Get it? Pine-ing.”

Well shit. He deflates. “That obvious, huh?”

The guy accepts his drink with a shrug. “Maybe not to everyone but to a…certain demographic…” He gives Steve a little limp wristed wave, which makes Steve crack a laugh.

“I'm Steve, by the way,” he holds out his hand, which the guy takes easily, unlike some people.

“Cary, like Cary Grant.”

“Or Cary Elwes.”

“Exactly.” He leans a ways over the bar and mumbles, “Don't look but your boy is watching us.”

Steve forces his body to not stiffen up. “Does he look mad?”

“No. Confused if anything. Pretend like I just said the funniest thing you've ever heard.”

Steve, always down for shenanigans, tips his head back and fakes the loudest howl he can without being too over the top.

“Oh, you're good. He's got his eye on you, doll. Make the most of it.”

Steve leans into the shared space, eyes half-lidded. “I hope he's seething with jealousy. He could've had me six ways from Sunday but instead he decided to hate my guts at first sight.”

“What an absolute dumbass.” Cary reaches up and taps Steve's collarbone. “If I wasn't already taken, and you weren't pining like a Christmas tree, we could've ridden into the sunset together.”

“If only,” Steve agrees with a soft laugh.

“We're out of Matcha.”

Steve jumps out of his skin. Eddie is standing three inches from Steve's side, eyes burning into him like he just caught Steve keying his car.

“Make your own Matcha,” Cary snarks, “Steve and I are getting to know one another.”

Without breaking eye contact with Steve, he growls, “I think Tony, your fiance, would prefer it if Steve made the Matcha.”

Chills run down Steve's back and arms but he maintains composure. “On it, boss.”

He slips out from under Eddie's gaze, finger waving to Cary on his way back to the kitchen. He can hear Eddie chastising but he chooses to ignore him in favor of hyperventilating in the walk-in.

“What the fuck.”

Eyes like black flames, licking up the side of Steve's neck. Collarbones raising and lowering in the light of the bar as his chest moved with each breath. Hands clenched at his sides, white knuckled.

That wasn't cold at all.

He moves on autopilot for the rest of his shift. Eddie doesn't talk to him again but Steve can feel his eyes on the back of his neck, raising the hairs and keeping him from forgetting Eddie’s existence.

Towards the end of his shift, just before midnight, he hears Robin calling his name from the bar. He comes out of the kitchen, happy to see her waving him over, excited to introduce her date. He probably shouldn't encourage this behavior, it's his first week after all, but the restaurant is closing and the bar is empty.

“Hey, you must be Chrissy,” he greets the petite woman at Robin's side, takes her tiny hand in his and gives it a firm shake. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Same! I couldn't believe it when Robin said you'd just started here. Like, it's a crazy coincidence.”

He cocks his head but before he can ask, Eddie comes bounding over from the other side of the bar and lifts Chrissy up off her stool, swinging her in a circle while she shrieks with laughter.

“Apparently Eddie is her best friend,” Rob fills him in, sort of unnecessary at this point. Steve wouldn't have been able to imagine Eddie looking so happy, he'd been so sour faced all night. Even when he'd been laughing with the customer earlier, it was only a fraction of this.

“Tell me everything,” Chrissy is saying after he puts her down. “Last I heard you loved Cleveland and hated Boston, which I maintain is insane.”

“And I maintain you didn't have to navigate the Boston roadways with Boston drivers,” Eddie argues, still grinning. “But it was great. Exhausting but…yeah, fucking awesome.”

“I'm so proud of you, Eds. You deserve it.”

He actually fucking blushes, which is devastating to Steve's crush. Just devastating.

“Shut up,” he mumbles. “Oh, sorry, you must be Robin. Thanks for bringing Chris to see me.” He shakes her hand, not hating her on sight, Steve notes.

“No problem, but I didn't, she brought me here to see the Dingus.” At Eddie's confused look she throws a thumb back at Steve, who waves.

“Yeah, hi. Your best friend is dating my best friend. Sorry. Guess that means you're stuck with me.”

His frown doesn't abate with this explanation.

“Because they're lesbians. She's gonna have me helping her move into Chrissy’s place in, like, a week.”

“Shut up!” Robin reaches across the bar to slap the shit out of his arm and then tosses a lemon wedge at him when he jumps back out of swinging range. Chrissy giggles at them.

“Knock it off, I worked hard on those.” He picks the wedge up off the floor and tosses it into the trash. Three points.

When he looks back up, Eddie is staring at him, wide eyed.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Steve questions.

“Ohhh.” He presses his wrists into his eye sockets.

Steve looks at Robin and Chrissy in confusion but they're both as lost as him.

“I'm an asshole.” He hasn't removed his hands yet.

“Yes,” Chrissy agrees immediately, “what did you do, Eddie?”

He finally looks up at Steve, who takes a step back, involuntarily. They stare at one another for thirty seconds. Or two days. He's not sure.

“Eddie?” Chrissy prompts again.

“I-” He turns around and walks away.

Chrissy rushes after him and yanks him back. They get into a tug match, which Chrissy wins, somehow.

“I love her,” Robin mumbles.

“I fucking said. Less than a week.”

She slides a look his way, one that reads ‘Like you're any better.’ He shouldn't have told her about his plan to seduce his boss, who he hadn't even met yet.

“Whatever you did, you apologize right now,” Chrissy commands to a pouting Eddie.

Steve stands there, eyebrows up, as Eddie grumbles an apology that would do an eleven year old Dustin proud.

“What is happening right now?” He wonders aloud.

Eddie folds his arms across his chest, his black button down stretching across his shoulders beautifully. “I heard your conversation with Robin earlier. You said something about her looking like a dyke and…I made an assumption on the kind of person you were. And I was an asshole to you because of it. I'm sorry.”

“Oh,” Steve whispers in understanding. A weight lifts off his chest. “Fuck. That's hilarious.” He can't stop the giggles from erupting.

“Okay, in my defense, most straight guys don’t get a pass.”

Steve and Robin look at each other and crack up. He wants to ask what Eddie thinks was going on with Cary if he assumed Steve was straight but Robin shrieks, “You think I would hang out with a straight man!”

“Hey! You did hang out with me when I thought I was straight!”

She shakes her head like a smug asshole. “Debatable. You've always been a lil fruity. Tommy H? Whatever that was with Billy? C'mon.”

Steve takes a turn at slapping her. When he looks back up, he finds Eddie looking at him like a kid who just found coal in his stocking, dark eyes wet and bottom lip desperately trying not to pout.

“Holy shit, stop making that face,” Steve begs.

“I can't.”

Chrissy leans up on her knees, wobbling precariously on the stool, to physically push his lip back where it belongs. He smacks her hand away and then puts his own back up to his eyes, pushing hard.

“This is divine punishment. The universe sensed I was too happy so they sent you to test me. Big fat F, just like always,” he mumbles, nonsensically.

Steve looks to Chrissy to translate.

She puts a finger to her chin, looks between the two of them, and then concludes, “He thinks you're hot and that he ruined his chances by being a prick.”

“Chrissy!” Eddie's shriek puts Robin's to shame.

But he's not denying it.

Steve makes extremely pointed eye contact with Robin and says, “It's getting late. Eddie and I have to close the bar. You should see Chrissy home.”

She nods, slow and then quick, as the message lands.

“Yes! Yes, let's get going. Leave these guys to…close the bar.”

Smooth.

They giggle the entire way out the door but Steve ignores them. Eddie is staring again, dark eyes pinning him to the mirror behind the bar.

“I was going to ask earlier but I didn't think it was appropriate…”

Eddie swallows, throat bobbing. “Ask what?”

“What's the company policy on fraternization?”

As a former jock, Steve is thoroughly impressed by Eddie's form as he vaults the bar.

[allsteddie]

Steddie where Steve and Eddie find out their friends are running a betting pool on when the two of them are going to start dating.

Everybody is placing bets. Everybody.

(Hopper believes they’ll be together before Halloween, Joyce is betting on Thanksgiving. Karen Wheeler is betting on New Year’s eve.)

It’s Robin who lets the information slip, of course. Eddie is pissed, but Steve sees an opportunity there. What if they pretend they’re dating? Robin can place a new bet, they pretend they are a couple somewhere the Party can see them, then they get the money and split it between the three of them.

“How much money are we talking about?” Eddie asks.

“Last time I checked, five hundred dollars. But I think Erica, Nancy and Will placed new bets last week, so it’s probably more now. Dustin is the one in charge of the money.”

“Of course he is.”

Robin ends up placing a bet on Steve and Eddie getting together in less than a month. Dustin is surprised when she tells him that, and also suspicious about Robin’s change of heart; her last bet had been they wouldn’t be together until next year.

“They’re worse than ever, kid,” she justifies when Dustin questions her about it. “Last night we were watching a movie at Steve’s and he spent the whole night basically on Eddie’s lap. I thought he was gonna start purring because Eddie kept petting his hair like he was a giant cat. There’s no way they’re taking too long now; they are not that dumb.”

Dustin could argue but ends up accepting Robin’s excuse. The bet is placed and she gets back to Eddie’s to inform her friends her part on the plan is done.

“Now you have a month to decide how you’re gonna do this,” she says before leaving those two to their shenanigans.

But that’s not a problem, they already know how they’re gonna get that money.

There’s a carnival coming to Hawkins in two weeks, and there’s no way the kids won’t be there, stuffing their faces with enough greasy food that would make a normal person sick to their stomach and wasting their money on games.

Two weeks and a half later, Dustin tries to bully Steve into taking him, Lucas and Max to the carnival. Steve makes up a whole story about his parents being in town and throwing a dinner party they’re forcing Steve to attend. Dustin then asks Eddie and Eddie just says no, giving the kid no other excuse. It’s Jonathan and Nancy who end up taking the whole party.

It’s a Friday night when they finally put their plan into action. Steve picks Eddie up for their “date” around six, and they head to the carnival. If Robin’s info is right, the kids should arrive a little over half an hour later, so they have time to prepare before their little scheme starts.

They walk around for a few minutes, looking for a place where they can have a clear view of the entrance, so they can see when the kids arrive. They stay close to the food stall because it’s perfectly placed a few yards from the ticket booth, and Eddie can also stuff his own face with greasy food while they wait.

A corndog and half a funnel cake later, Steve catches sight of El and Max walking ahead of the rest of the group, the boys following.

“Come on, it’s time,” Steve says offering his hand.

Eddie takes it without a second thought, smiling with his mouth still full of cake. “Let’s do this, sweetheart.”

They stay a few more moments there as Eddie finishes off his food, until they are sure the kids have spotted them. Then it’s show time.

Hand in hand, the two of them explore the stands. Eddie spends a good fifteen minutes trying to win a prize for Steve, just for Steve to win it in his first try. They go on a few rides (the very cliché ones every couple always go when they’re on dates), stop by the food stall again so they can share some cotton candy. They do all this hand in hand, only letting go when they really need to.

The kids follow them around the entire time, just like Eddie and Steve knew they would.

After almost an hour of this, they come to the conclusion that they’ve been convincing enough and it’s time for them to get their money. Eddie pulls Steve towards a more secluded area, rounding some stands and walking towards the parking lot until they leave all the noise and light from the carnival behind.

When they are sure there’s no one else around, they stop and Eddie crowds Steve against the closest car.

“Can you see them?” he whispers in Steve’s ear, resting his hands on the guy’s hips.

“Yeah. They’re hiding behind the green truck. Dustin and Mike are shoving each other and arguing, but the others are paying attention.”

“Good.” That’s all Eddie says before he kisses Steve.

That’s a point in their plan they discussed thoroughly. How far did they need to go to get their hands on that money? How far were they willing to go? Eddie was okay with whatever, but he had no idea about Steve.

“Dude, Dustin is not giving Robin any money if we only hold hands or hug. Kissing is the safest way.”

Still, Eddie didn’t want things to be weird between them after everything. They talked a lot until they finally agreed on one kiss, just for show, so there was no doubt they were together. They’d hang out for a few days after. They’d show up together to pick up Dustin when the kid asked, Steve would make a point to visit Eddie at the trailer park so Max could see them too. Robin would get the money; they would split it between them. Then they’d break up amicably. And when the kids asked, they’d just say it didn’t work out, that they were better off as friends.

That’s the plan they came up with; a very solid plan in their opinion.

That is until the time comes and they finally kiss.

When Eddie’s lips touch his, Steve’s whole body comes alive. Goosebumps run down his arms, and he feels a spark right down his spine. Eddie’s hands on his hips feel like brands and Steve gasps, shocked, as his senses go haywire.

It’s too much and not enough. Steve’s heart is hammering, his brain working like crazy to process what the hell is happening there. But, then, Eddie is pulling him closer and deepening the kiss and Steve is gone, gone, gone; hands burying into Eddie’s hair as he kisses him back with everything he’s got.

Neither Steve nor Eddie sees the kids leave, cursing and complaining about their lost money. They’re just too busy to notice.

[sp0o0kylights]

Eddie was terrifying. 

Elliot had known the guy for a few years now, ever since Eddie had stepped into the Spellbound Bar with big eyes and a wild grin. The guy hailed from some small ass town in Indiana, but it was clear to see that he hadn’t hidden much of himself over there. 

So many kids blew into California freshly freed from their families, still dressed in clothes their old life had forced them to wear. They always had a sort of fragile, reborn look to them that made all the elder queers reach out their hands, welcome them in. 

Eddie, whose last name changed on a daily basis (his drivers license listed it as ‘Henderson’ but there were rumors that it too, was fake)  had too large of a wardrobe for all of it to be recently purchased, and moved too comfortably in clothes for them to be new to him. 

The guy wasn’t mean. His temperment wasn’t why he was terrifying, really, though the constant high energy he whirlwinded around the bar with often grew too much for some of their quieter regulars. 

No it was all the shit he casually talked about. How he took things in stride, and said he had to, given he used to be the president of a D&D club he named Hellfire. 

(Hellfire. In small town America. The sheer fucking balls on this dude.) 

He regaled them all with tales of his lost sheep and the fights he had with his high school principal long before Angel, the bar owner, agreed to take him on as a busboy--then bar back, then bartender, all in rapid succession.

Always winking as he spun a story about how he was caught flagging once from an out of towner stopping by for gas, the story somehow darkly hilarious. 

A lot of people didn’t like southern California, or rather, not the way they thought they would at least, but Eddie took to it like a duck to water. There was no denying the man belonged here, in a way he hadn’t truly belonged anywhere else. 

Elliot had been the one to help him find a local metal band. He himself was one of those quieter regulars (and not a musician let alone a metalhead) but he knew people. Could make some connections.

It helped that Elliot did play D&D, and was quick to pull Eddie into his orbit that way. Get him connected to others who loved the game like the metalhead clearly did. 

And damn, could Eddie DM.

It was here though, that Elliot first picked up that Eddie’s bluster wasn’t just that. 

Watched as his new friend's eyes went hard and flat when the Vecna campaign was mentioned, shut it down with such force that it left the table briefly stunned by the sheer venom in his voice. 

How he flinched once, hands reaching for the bat he’d hammered nails into under the bar when electricity had stuttered in a heatwave, lights flickering in the bar. 

(The bat itself, and the way Eddie had simply looked at the one Spellbound had as their only defense measure and declared it “fucking useless” had not helped the rough, survivalistic story they were all putting together.) 

Winter rolled back round to spring and then summer and whispers about his home life, about how he had to survive with all the rural cow farmers looking and acting like he did, how he obviously knew how to fight was practically old news by the time he first showed up in a cropped shirt. 

The scars that decorated his stomach still caught the attention of everyone at the bar, and more than once their little D&D group had tried to map out the shape of them, if only to figure out what the hell could cause such a dramatic injury. 

No one ever quite succeeded, but then, no one was brave enough to ask the man himself. 

What it did do, was cement the idea in everyone’s heads. 

Eddie Henderson/Buckley/Sinclair/Wheeler/and one time even Walmart--was a great guy, and one who could absolutely beat the shit out of almost everyone in the bar, hands down. 

Nothing he did over the years ever challenged that. If anything, Eddie only cemented it further, which is the only reason Elliot didn’t bolt the second the two of them came home from a shift and found a stranger in front of their door. 

Elliot, 5’4, formerly named Eleanor and still not on T despite making every clawing attempt towards it, wasn’t much of a match for an enraged, pissed off jock. 

But Eddie was. 

xXx 

The jock was the straightest looking man Elliot had ever laid eyes on. 

Bruises covered half his face and one eye, and he sported a nose that had clearly been recently bloodied. Judging from the scrapes on the back of his hands he hadn’t gotten them willingly--or maybe was just giving as good as he got. 

He was walking wildly back and forth in front of their garage, hands opening and closing, a look in his eyes that spoke of someone not entirely in control as he muttered audibly to himself. 

Given the preppy polo shirt, expensive looking shorts and shoes that practically shined, they were so new, he was comically out of place, even with the entire homicidal aura he had going on. 

(Given the descriptions of the assholes who had attacked Angel only four nights ago on their walk home, Elliot could only see the man as a monster preparing to attack.) 

He slammed to a stop, breath in his throat, entirely unsure of what to do.

Thankfully, Eddie was right behind him. 

Eddie, who could probably beat this guy and six others bloody. Eddie who carried a knife. Eddie who terrified Elliot sometimes, but not the same way the idea of getting hate crimed did, Eddie who--

Who was coming up besides Elliot, looking both alarmed and confused and not at all challenging the homicidal rich boy. 

“Steve!?” Eddie said, voice high and surprised.

They both watched as the figure spun to face them, crazed look crumbling down to something Elliot couldn’t read. 

“Hey.” The supposed Steve said, rather miserably, shoulders hunched right before Eddie shot forward, hands hovering in the air like he wanted to touch but didn’t know where to start. 

“What the hell Harrington--did you lose another fight!?”

“I don’t lose every fight you know.” Steve snarked back, sounding exactly like every rich snob Elliot’s ever encountered. 

It’d get his back up, except Steve’s entire body was curving towards Eddie in obvious relief. “Henderson exaggerates.” 

Which was doubly confusing, given Eddie was supposedly a Henderson.

“Sorry for dropping by like this. Wasn’t close to anyone else, so I didn't know where else to go.” Steve continued, as Eddie finally stopped waving his hands around and instead began herding Steve through the door and to the kitchen. 

Confused, Elliot followed.

(What the fuck else was he supposed to do?) 

“I thought you were on a cruise?”  Eddie challenged, sounding more and more normal as he and Steve traded banter. 

“I was. Clearly, I’m not anymore.” 

“Steve.” Eddie said, voice almost pleading as he patted the only empty spot on their counter, before turning to fish a bag of peas out of the fridge. 

(Had Elliot ever heard him plead like that? Had he thought Eddie even capable?) 

Steve jumped up on it like a dog that had been asked to perform a trick, while Elliot hovered in the living room, watching it all go down across the little half wall that separated the two spaces. 

“Did I just see pop tarts in your freezer?” Steve asked instead of answering. 

“Don’t distract me, you dick. Put this on your face.” 

And so they went, instantly and immediately comfortable, two people who clearly had known each other for a long time trading insults and catching up while Eddie tried unsuccessfully to pull what happened out of Steve via an increasing number of ridiculous nicknames. 

He’d worked his way past ‘Stevie’ and was well on his way to calling the stranger things like ‘big boy’ by the time Anders came home from her shift at the record store. 

Swaned through various other, mildly incriminating nicknames until he saw something that made him start cursing, at which point he rapidly fell down the nickname rabbit hole, landing at a final; 

“Come on Sweetheart, you look like someone tried to kill you! Just tell me what happened!”

Jake, who had just waltzed in the front door, blinked wildly. 

“Eddie has a guest.” Anders informed him, handing their roommate an open beer from the pile she’d put on the floor as he slammed to a halt. 

Took in their intruder so starkly out of place on the kitchen counter, nestled between twin pride flags and a poster for Eddie’s band like a misplaced catalog model.

“I don’t understand what’s happening.” Jake said flatly, as Steve grumbled something lowly at their fearless DM, and Eddie flicked his nose in retaliation. 

"He's from Indiana," Elliot offered, the closest thing to an explanation he had. "Same town as Eddie."

He hesitated, then added, "I think."

It was all he’d managed to piece together, the conversation had been all over the place.

“Steven Madonna Harrington,” Eddie snapped finally, spinning to pin his guest with a glare, “you either tell me what happened or I’m calling Robin.” 

‘Madonna?’ Anders mouthed at Elliot, as if that was the weirdest part of this entire situation. 

Steve kicked at Eddie lightly. “She has finals this week you jerk.”

Eddie slammed both his hands down on the counter, one on either side of Steve’s hips, staring up challengingly. 

It put him almost directly in between Steve’s legs, bringing their faces intimately close together. 

“And she’s gonna lose her shit when she finds out her platonic with a capital P soulmate ditched off that family cruise he’s been dreading for months, looking like he decided to take up backyard boxing, and then came to my place instead of calling her first--” 

“Fine! Fine, you underhanded asshole. Tommy was on that stupid Alaska cruise. Decided he wanted to reconnect.” 

“Hagan did all this!?” 

“Oh no, this is from my dad.” Steve motioned to himself, a grim sort of amusement curling around the words. “He caught me and Tommy making out. Decided to have a little chat about how he disapproved.” 

“That is awful and we are returning to it immediately but first--Steve. Babe.” Eddie stared at him in clear dismay. “Tommy Hagan?”

Another eye roll, this one earning a wince from Steve as it agitated his bruises. “Not the time Mun--” 

Eddie coughed loudly right over the rest of whatever Steve was about to say, getting a weird look from everyone around him. 

“Henderson.” Eddie corrected softly. “They changed it to Henderson after all the uh.” He paused, as though trying to recall the word he wanted. Went with; “Earthquake.” 

That got some glee out of Steve. 

“You picked Dustin’s last name? Does he know?” 

“Fuck no dude, he’d never shut up about it.” Eddie put a hand on Steve’s thigh, jostling it lightly. “We’re not talking about me right now though. Your dad disowned you?”

“Supposedly.” Steve shrugged, like this was normal and not a huge ordeal. “I’ll check on my credit cards tomorrow, see if he’s serious.” 

Eddie’s stare was growing flat, fast. “Even if he isn’t, he beat the shit out of you.” 

“Yeah, well, everyone kinda does, I guess it was just his turn.” 

“Steve.”

“I’m kidding!” Then, in a far more serious tone; ‘I am sorry about crashing in like this. I can get out of your hair.” 

Eddie was already waiving a hand dismissively, head shaking, but Steve plowed forward anyway. 

“I mean it. The cruise stopped at a port near here and I needed to get off it before my dad decided disowning me and throwing all my shit over the rails weren’t enough.” 

Steve finally looked up, taking in all the people who were watching this play out like a TV sitcom. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your game night.” 

“There’s no game, they all live here.” He turned and glared, and got one embarrassed face and two entirely unapologetic ones in return. “They’re just enjoying the show.

‘It’s getting a five star rating so far.” Anders snarked at him. “Might lose a star, if one of the main actors keeps breaking the fourth wall, though.” 

Eddie flipped her off. 

“You’re not going anywhere looking like this. You are at minimum, staying here for the rest of the weekend.” 

“If you’re sure.” Steve said hesitantly. To the group at large, he added; “And no one minds me taking the couch.” 

“The couch is a shared communal space.” Eddie shot back instantly, before anyone else could protest. “You’re staying in my room.” 

“Oh.” Steve said, like he’d half expected, wanted even, Eddie to make that offer. “Okay.” 

“I am so confused right now.” Anders muttered, and Elliot could only nod along because, well. 

Yeah. 

Him too. 

“Come on, let’s get your stuff, I’ll show you around. Keep the peas on your face.”

“Eds, man, I don’t have any stuff. I was lucky to escape with my wallet.” Steve vollied, but hopped off the counter anyway, following Eddie as he was led up the stairs, towards the metalheads room. 

“This is the weirdest day of my life.” Jake announced when they’d disappeared. 

“It’s not over yet.” Anders said, cracking open another beer.  “Give it a bit.” 

“How on earth could this get any weirder?” Elliot muttered. 

“Well thanks Elliot.” Anders told him flatly. ‘If it wasn’t guaranteed before, it is now.” 

“How!?”

“She’s right bud, you challenged the fates.” Jake responded. “We’re in for it now.” 

(Given Steve never moved back out, they absolutely were.) 

Bonus

“You know.” Eddie said, and his voice was quiet but the house was fucking ancient and not in the best of shape, and thus Elliot heard him loud and clear through their shared wall. “I kiss a lot better than Tommy Hagan.”

“Not letting that one go anytime soon, huh?” Steve rumbled back. 

“I’m just saying! If you’re going to get disowned for a kiss, it should be a damn good one and not whatever limp noodle bullshit Hagan does. I saw him with Carol, he kisses like a puffer fish.” 

A low snicker, followed by; “He did kinda kiss like a fish.”

“See!?” Vindicated, Eddie grew louder in volume. “I could give you a kiss that would actually be worth all this shit! A proper kiss!” 

“You offering, Munson?”

“Well if the good knight Sir Harrington doth allow it--”

An ‘mmph!’ noise that took a moment for Elliot to translate as Steve kissing Eddie, which made this entire fucking day suddenly make a whole lot more sense. 

“If you stop all the nerd talk we can take it beyond a kiss.” 

“I can do that.” Eddie said, voice breathless. “I can definitely do that.” 

“Good.” 

Elliot snorted in amusement, before reality of their paper thin shared wall and the fact he was going to hear fucking everything asserted itself. 

He decided to go sleep on the couch.

[sugxto]

brutalizer(s) - eddie/volt/reader

⋆syn: You decide to "challengers" your new boyfriends. It, uh, doesn't go as planned.

⋆wc: 3.3k

⋆cw: m/m/f threesome, light dom/sub undertones, erotic electrostimulation, some very very minor dacryphilia, spit sharing, choking.

⋆notes: takes place immediately after the love route, but can be read independently. g/n pronouns for reader and afab genitalia. e/v masterlist.

⋆snippet:

“Thought you did something there, huh?” Eddie’s voice is low, it hits you somewhere deeper in your belly than it has before. The whiskey sours earlier certainly aren’t helping. “It’s cute, but, come on.”

Volt chuckles, his lips against Eddie’s cheek, and his white hot stare locks on to you too. “Very cute, indeed. Really, spark,” his lips curl into what you can only describe as something dastardly, “did you honestly think I don’t already know his lips better than my own?”

“We could do a Volt and Eddie sandwich.”

The corner of Volt’s smile twitches, and he turns to Eddie with raised brows, hands nonchalantly in his pockets. Eddie’s face is uncharacteristically pink, and he casts a knowing glance at Volt, and pushes himself off the bar.

“Well, seeing as how we’re… closed for the evening,” Volt starts, his eyes traveling back to yours, “I think, something to that effect, can be arranged. Eddie?”

The ice that you’ve come to know in Eddie’s stare is gone, the new spark glittering in it instead. He looks more lively, more excited, more… confident?

“I… wouldn’t be opposed.” His eyes rake over your body, as if finally allowing himself to fully drink you in the same way he drinks his whiskey sours. “It’s been a while since I’ve been up to… enjoying myself.”

Oh, they’re serious.

I mean, you were serious too, but, right now? Right after they’ve just, essentially, come back to life?

But, who were you to turn down a good time?

You clear your throat. “Uh, here? In the club?”

Eddie scoffs, because you already knew the answer. “Absolutely not. No sex in the bar, that’s the one rule.”

“It’s not really a rule -”

“Volt.”

“Fine, fine, not here. Not tonight, at least.”

“Volt -”

“We live upstairs, a flat sort of thing.” Volt holds out his hand to you, want apparent in his gaze. “Shall I lead us there?”

You take his hand, that same spark from the first night surging up your arm, and you feel a second hand, strong and rough, at the small of your back as you head up the stairs.

You realize, when you get to the bedroom, that you’ve… never done this before. Two. At once? Separately? How… exactly does this work.

A thought sparks in your memory, of a movie you watched with Sam, where a girl swindled the two boys interested in her to kiss each other, and ya know, that’s something you might be interested in seeing.

You’re all in the bedroom now, both of them eyeing you, expectantly, though not hurriedly. You giggle nervously, holding your hands to your heart.

“I’ve uh, never done this before,” you admit. “Maybe, can I kiss you? And we can go from there?”

“Of course, darling. Whatever you want,” Volt cocks his head in Eddie’s direction. “I’ve already had the pleasure, so why not give Eddie a taste, hm?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and sighs. “Ignore him, he can’t help it.” He holds out his hand, and pulls you closer when you take it. “But, I wouldn’t say no.”

Eddie’s lips are different from Volt’s, more hesitant, but soft, and gentle as he learns your pace and the shape of your mouth. He tastes like a whiskey sour, and you just want to drink him down.

Volt’s lips find your neck, and you notice he’s slipped off his shirt, and the air hums with the charge emanating off him. You lean into him, his strong arms, and Eddie pulls away to take off his own shirt as Volt smoothly whips off your clothes. Eddie takes his turn at your neck, and the double dose of pleasure pulses like a current under your skin.

You raise your hands, find their cheeks, and gently, oh so gently, you bring their lips towards each other, hoping they don’t notice it’s no longer you. You’ll only watch for a moment, you tell yourself, before you insert yourself back in. No one will be the wiser. As their lips touch, their eyes stay closed, and you step back to quietly sit on the edge of the bed.

You watch their lips met with rapt attention, the ends of Volt’s hair sparking with each swipe of tongue you catch. Eddie’s teeth find the softness of Volt’s bottom lip, and a small sound escapes the back of your throat at the sight.

You expected them to pull apart at the unexpected sound, to open their eyes and realize what they’d done (and, not a small part of you hoped, punish you for it).

So it’s a bit odd, you think, when their kiss deepens. When Volt’s large hand, his silver nails, find Eddie’s jaw, and swipe acros his stubble. When Eddie, in turn, half opens his eye, and a titanium stare finds you past Volt’s cheekbone.

Your heart hammers in your chest. This is either going to go better than you expected, or much, much worse for you.

You’re not sure which you’re hoping for more.

Volt’s lips move to Eddie’s cheek, his jaw, exposing more of Eddie’s face to you - both his eyes, boring into yours. He’s barely hiding a smirk.

“Thought you did something there, huh?” Eddie’s voice is low, it hits you somewhere deeper in your belly than it has before. The whiskey sours earlier certainly aren’t helping. “It’s cute, but, come on.”

Volt chuckles, his lips against Eddie’s cheek, and his white hot stare locks on to you too. “Very cute, indeed. Really, spark,” his lips curl into what you can only describe as something dastardly, “did you honestly think I don’t already know his lips better than my own?”

Oh.

Oh for amps sake.

Because, actually, no. That thought hadn’t occurred to you. Why hadn’t that thought occurred to you? I mean, come on, there’s only one bed!

Your mouth goes dry, your jaw goes slack, your eyes zinging back and forth between pure white and pure steel. You’re caught. You’re so caught.

“I, uh,” you start, but you’ve lost that bravado. “I never want to assume.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, Volt’s thumb rubbing over his bottom lip. He pecks it softly. “Right. How thoughtful.”

“This is what you were wanting, though, was it not, live wire?” Volt purrs as he extricates himself from Eddie’s side, taking a step towards you in a way that reminds you of that tiger feeding you once saw at the zoo. Like a predator. Stalking. Possessive.

Oh fuck, you think. You’ve just fed yourself to the tigers.

Volt’s hands are on either side of the bed next to your hips. Caging you. You can feel the sparks from his hair, the charge in his skin. “You wanted all three of us to enjoy ourselves, yes?”

You nod, and you see a flash of his canine teeth as he smiles.

“Exactly. And we most certainly will. But,” his jagged eyebrows lift, “you thought you could have an upper hand. And, it absolutely delights me to say, you won’t be having that.”

Rough hands are on your shoulders, and you’re shoved down onto the bed, Eddie’s unruly coils dangling over you.

“Eddie, where did you -” you breathe, but one of those calloused hands is on your throat, squeezing just enough to silence you. Eddie’s grey eyes have darkened. Hunger, you think, he’s hungry.

Familiar sparks singe your inner thighs, but you can't lift your head to see what else Volt is doing - you can only feel the currents under your skin as his fingers find the crotch of your panties, pulling them only a little. Eddie only watches your face, how your brows furrow at the teasing, your eyes pleading for something he can’t give. Your hand comes to his wrist, not pushing him away, but needing to touch him more.

“Eddie,” you breathe, feeling the weight of his hand on your neck. “Eddie please -”

“Do I look like the one you should be talkin to?” His brows lift, his stare curious. “Ya know, I don’t even really think you’re in a position to be talkin, period. Volt?”

You feel the man in question hum over the cloth of your panties, already hot, and the literal electricity isn’t helping. “I think I can occupy them, if you can keep them quiet.”

Keep them quiet?? Your eyes widen, but Eddie only chuckles. “My pleasure.”

With limited movement, you’re only acutely aware of what Eddie does with his other hand, until you hear the zip of his fly, the rustle of fabric, and -

Oh, fuck.

Eddie’s cock is gorgeous, veiny in a way that reminds you of the wires he adorns, the head already leaking with pre. You lick your lips, staring at just a few inches over your face, and god, Eddie’s not the only hungry one.

“Fuuuck, Eddie,” you moan, bringing your hand up to try and touch it, but the hand around your throat moves faster, leaving its mark to grab at your wrist this time.

Eddie tsks his tongue. “Not so fast, live wire. Volt wants me to keep you quiet.” His other hand finds your cheek, stroking softly. “So, open your mouth, hm?”

The heat between your legs is getting unbearable, and you whimper when you feel Volt move the scrap of fabric to the side. “Yes, Eddie,” you manage, opening wide and offering your tongue.

His cock is so hot as it finds your mouth, the soft tip and drops of pre languishing over your tongue, you can’t stop your lips from wrapping around his length as he presses in further, further -

A zap to your clitoris makes your hips buck in surprise, and your eyes shoot open - you see nothing save Eddie’s balls above your nose, and another zap elicits a squeak from your full mouth.

Volt’s laugh is feral, his breath burning on your thighs. “Liked that, my little spark? Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of charge for us.” His thumb presses almost delicately to your bud, making the smallest of circles, testing, learning. “Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.” His thumb dips lower, finding your entrance already wet, waiting. “I simply must have a taste.”

His tongue is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before - Ben-Hwa’s vibrations are incomparable to the literal electricity that is swiping over your lips, your hole, your clit - it’s mind-blowing. It’s explosive. Volt works you almost too expertly to be believed, and your brain short circuits when a finger slips inside.

Eddie groans as he feels you moan around him, your hips wanting to buck, but one of Volt’s forearms keeps your hips pressed to the bed. You’re pinned, caged, at the whims of these two men, and it’s making you ache.

Faster than you can remember happening before, your belly coils with tension, your climax growing completely outside your control. Volt feels it too, he must, because he devours you with fervor, two fingers moving at an impossible pace inside you. It builds and builds and -

You see sparks as you cum, as your hips fight against Volt’s hold, as you struggle for something solid to hold to. Your skin tingles, you’re absolutely buzzing, you’re a -

“Mm, live wire,” you hear Volt’s smile as he says it, and he presses a kiss to your clit - it makes your leg shake unconsciously. “You are just too fun.”

You whimper, your body jello, your focus on keeping Eddie’s cock inside your mouth, but you feel him retreat, and whimper again at the loss.

Eddie strokes your cheek again, and you feel Volt climb onto the bed, sitting by your side. His touch slinks up your torso, the side of your breast, your bicep, trailing sparks the whole way.

He hums contentedly. “What a good little spark for taking Eddie so well," he says, and you flush, and watch him glance up at Eddie, who's sitting back on his knees. “And good boy keeping them quiet, Eddie.”

Eddie’s sigh sounds a bit amused. “You haven’t said that shit in a while.”

“Well, I mean it.”

“Uh huh.” Eddie’s hands reach for the back of Volt’s neck, pulling him closer. “Lemme taste, yeah?”

Volt’s chuckle is cut off by Eddie’s tongue swiping over his lips before pushing inside his mouth, and god, what a sight for sore eyes. The men pull at each other, teeth clashing, and in your blissed out state, you can’t stop the moan that leaves your lips.

Two sets of eyes stare down at you, two sets of lips curling into grins. “Oh, darling,” Volt purrs, “you want a taste too?”

You can only nod, and you will your body to lift yourself onto your elbows to meet them halfway. You watch them share a look, and your arms tremble.

“Open, then.”

You cock your head. “What?”

“Open. Your mouth,” Volt repeats, and you do, tentatively.

“Very good.” Volt turns back to Eddie, pulling his jaw with his thumb, and Eddie’s mouth drops for him. Volt positions his lips above him, and a line of spit trails from his lips onto Eddie’s waiting tongue.

These men. These men were going to kill you.

Eddie hums, and as he bends down to you, his hand trails down Volt’s stomach. You press your legs together, the anticipation sparking back inside you. Your nails claw at the sheets when Eddie hovers a few inches above your head, and you press your tongue even further out. The spit travels from his lips and lands, cold, on your tongue, and your legs twitch, your fists clench.

“Swallow,” Eddie says, voice thick and gruff with lust.

You do.

And they pounce.

You’re dragged up the bed, two sets of hands pulling and pawing. Somehow your panties are gone, you hear their pants hit the floor, and the temperature raises as more skin is exposed. You find yourself propped against the pillows, your back against Eddie’s stomach, Volt stomachs against yours, utterly pressed between them.

“Feel good, spark?” Volt says, his hand at your waist. “Your sandwich living up to expectations?”

You giggle, realizing this was, in fact, exactly what you’d asked for. “Absolutely.”

“Good,” Eddie grunts, his lips on your earlobe.

“We do aim to please.” Volt squeezes your side, grinding his hips against you, his length hard, pressing insistently at where your thighs press together.

“I’ll make sure to leave a -“ you gasp when Eddie’s teeth graze your neck, “a, fuck, glowing Breaker Box review.”

Volt’s grin is back to dastardly, and he grinds his hips harder against you. “Let’s ensure five stars, shall we?”

His hand moves from your hip to your thigh, a spark running down your leg as he lifts it and throws it over his thigh. His cock is pressed against your stomach, and another pair of hands reach around to cup your breasts, and now Eddie’s cock slots between your cheeks.

“Now, spark,” Volt’s voice is low, honeyed, and Eddie’s bites to your neck aren’t helping the buzz in your head. “Who do you want first?”

Best sandwich you’ve ever had.

“I, I have to choose?” You mumble out, barely able to form a sentence as Volt’s eyes study your face. Eddie groans, pinching your nipple to elicit a gasp from your lips.

“Mm, darling, we’ll work our way to not having to.” His fingers dance along your thigh, and Eddie’s cock slides along your skin. “Patience, for now, however. We wouldn’t want to break you on our first outing.”

Oh, but maybe you did.

You swallow, the wires of your mind completely disconnected. “Volt, I, I can’t. I can’t choose.” How could you? Between two perfect, adoring, electrifying men, that wanted you more than the currents in their bodies? It wasn’t fair, surely. They were one, they were yours, but you couldn’t choose.

Volt’s lips turn to a pout, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “Oh, poor wire. Feeling frayed?” He tsks his tongue when you nod. “Alright, no more choosing tonight. Let us take care of you, hm? Just close your eyes.”

You do, and he again lifts your leg, granting full access to anyone wanting your hole. You ache, the air charged and your lips dripping with want. You feel both of them pull away from you slightly, no longer able to feel their lengths, and you whimper from the loss of -

An intrusion of your entrance makes you cry out in surprise, and slowly, terribly, intensely, you’re being filled, and it’s like a fire has been lit inside your cunt, under your skin, in your heart. It burns, deliciously, beautifully. You eyelids flutter when the cock bottoms out, and a familiar, rough hand is suddenly covering your eyes.

“You,” Eddie groans in your ear, “you, fuck me, feel perfect, spark.” His breath is ragged, and you curse when he thrusts, once, twice. “Oh fuck, oh, baby.” He says it reverently, lovingly. Your heart is going to burst out of your chest.

A new hand finds your nipple, a zap bringing it to attention. “How does he feel, our spark? Doesn't his cock feel like it’s going to split you in two?”

In another state of mind, you might want to linger on the implications of that question. But yes, in fact, as Eddie’s thrusts become more frantic, the possibility of you splitting at the center does seem more likely, if Volt holding up your leg wasn't the only thing centering yourself.

Just as soon as you feel your climax building inside you, you’re empty, Eddie sliding out of you, and you grip around nothing, moaning at the emptiness.

“No, no, Eddie, please!” You manage out before the hand on your eyes slips down to cover your mouth. The callouses on his hands are harsh against your lips, and you barely manage out a moan of protest before something new slips inside you, long and hot and slipping in so nicely. Moans of protest quickly turn to acquiescence, and Volt’s cock is just so easy to accept.

“Oh sweet amp.” Volt’s usually collected voice is shaky as he works his way inside you, taking his time much to your distress. “Live wire, I - we -”

“You,” Eddie breathes in your ear, “you might’ve been made for us.”

Ah.

That’ll do it, then.

You hardly even feel the build up, the spiringing coil, all you know if you’re cumming, you’re gushing without abandon on Volt’s cock, and tears spring to your eyes when they both curse, and Volt’s pace quickens. Eddie’s hand leaves your mouth, finding your neck again, controlling your air like he controls the very power of your home. Your body is slack, offering neither of them resistance, given over to the fire inside your belly, the weight of their hands, their control of your cunt.

You feel Volt slip out, and now Eddie is back inside you. The tears spill over your cheeks, and an electric tongue licks them up. Almost as quickly as you adjust to Eddie, he’s gone, and Volt is back, then Eddie, then Volt, until you’re no longer cognizant of the difference.

Eddie’s breath is erratic. “I’m, fuck, I -”

“Me too, darling,” Volt huffs. “Where -”

“S, stomach,” you moan. “Both, both, please.”

You’re on your back, your body liquid, but you open your eyes enough to watch their hands find each other’s lengths, pump once, twice, and then groan together as their cum lands on your skin, singeing like the flame of a candle.

It’s a haze, what comes after. They’re kissing your cheeks, tucking your hair, singing what you guess are your praises in your ear. Volt’s voice is distant, but you hear how he tells you you’ve been so good, while Eddie wipes away their spend with a towel from his discarded pants.

You’re between them again when you return to earth, kisses peppered on your shoulder, tingles along your arms. It’s better than any dream, but somehow, you know it won’t disappear.

“Back with us, spark?” Eddie whispers when your eyes flutter open.

You smile softly, hum contentedly. “Always.”

“Very good,” Volt’s lips press to your collarbone. “You took everything beautifully, live wire. So very good. Our spark.”

You sigh, rolling onto your back, and find their cheeks with your hands. “You boys,” you smile, gaze flicking between them. “I love you.”

Steel meets white, then both meet you. “We love you too, little wire.”

[hellfirenacht]

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Fic Summary: Eddie had a casual thing going, but when that ends he realizes he has more options than he thought. SMUT

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, fem!reader, slightly-experienced!Eddie, virgin!Reader but don't make it weird, friends to lovers, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, porn with plot, or maybe plot with porn, drug use (weed), two idiots figuring things out, slightly ambiguous ending, no use of y/n, Reader is not described

Notes: No beta, what am I a fish?

Word Count: 7.8k words

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Eddie had known he was being used, he wasn’t an idiot despite the fact that she thought he was. He knew from the second that she asked him to meet her behind the school what she wanted, and for once he gave in. 

It had happened twice before, and with both of those girls he shot them down immediately and walked away. Aside from not being interested, those girls were too young for him anyway. 

It was obvious that Heather wanted more than a dime bag when she sat at the picnic table. Eddie didn’t do subtle, and neither did she. He had been ready to turn her down and walk away but he didn’t. He should have, but he didn’t. 

Maybe it was because she actually talked to him before the exchange. Buttered him up with questions about his band and his pins. Maybe it was the way she sat on top of the table and had her skirt hiked up to a dangerous level. 

The most likely reason is that she wasn’t a kid and Eddie was just a guy. An 18 year old and a 20 year old hooking up wasn’t a crime. 

It lasted longer than he thought it would. 

Three months this went on, sneaking around and never being seen together. It had been fun at first, a little dangerous. For a while it made him feel like being a freak wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Hearing someone scream his name in pleasure was a lot better than out of anger. 

The first month was the best. 

The second month, things were getting strained. Rick always says that pleasure was the business, but in Eddie’s case the pleasure was ruining his business. He couldn’t keep cutting deals with her, and he was barely making enough to buy more from Rick. Plus condoms were way more expensive than he thought. Eddie would cheap out on a lot of things, but condoms and guitar strings were not it. 

Heather was also getting bored by the third month. She stopped asking him questions and stopped talking to him. She didn’t even stay to cuddle, or she’d kick him out of her place after getting what she wanted. Sometimes even before he got his. 

The sex was fun until it wasn’t. It became mechanical, uninteresting. Screams of pleasure now sounded shrill and fake like some of the bad pornos he’d sneak from the local novelty shop. Eddie found himself enjoying the company of his right hand more than Heather as the end of the third month came to a close. 

It was a relief when Heather and Jacob were seen walking down the halls hand in hand passing Eddie’s locker that day. No words were needed, just a look from Heather that made it clear that it was over. 

That was fine. He hadn’t been in love with her or anything, but it stung. Girls didn’t want Eddie Munson, they wanted the Freak, the Drug Dealer, the Guitar Player. 

Okay fine, girls didn’t even want those things from him most of the time. Any girl that attempted to flirt with him was either clearly making fun of him, or just wanted bragging rights. Even those girls were so few and far between. 

Eddie was never looking to be anyone’s boyfriend. He has other priorities; his band, his club, his friends, his van, his Uncle. All of that came before things like romance or dating. 

Sex, however, fluctuated on that list. He was a healthy young man after all. 

Wayne had just left for work, and Eddie had closed the curtains and turned off the lights in the living room before popping in his favorite VHS into the player. 

It didn’t do anything for him. 

Eddie waited for the excitement to build inside of him but the longer he watched the less interested he became. The moaning sounded too forced, and the girls just weren’t doing it for him like before. 

But he had nothing else to do so he kept watching, not even paying attention. His eyes glazed over and he found himself thinking of anything other than what was supposed to be his distraction for the evening. 

He wished he had a joint, but Heather had taken his last one. Rick was out of town for the next few days. 

The only thing that snapped him out of his haze was the sound of the door slamming open, and you bargain in like you owned the place. 

“Jesus!” Eddie jumped and grabbed a pillow and held it over his crotch, which wasn’t even necessary as his pants were still fully up and he was barely half-hard. Eddie panicked and scrambled for the remote, pushing every wrong button to try and turn off the stupid porno. 

“Bad time?” you asked dryly, walking over and looking point blank at the tv where some blond chick was bent over a table while being pounded. From this angle it was hard to tell if it was in her pussy or her ass. 

“Don’t you ever fucking knock?!” Eddie asked as he finally managed to turn the tv off, plunging the room into darkness. 

“Not when it’s important.” You said, still looking at the now blank tv. “Are your pants up yet?”

Eddie set aside the pillow and turned on a lamp. “They were never off. It wasn’t doing anything for me.” He was being more honest than he intended. You two were friends, good friends even. Eddie would consider everyone in Hellfire a good friend. Despite his lapse in judgement with Heather, Eddie didn’t really do casual.

Eddie liked passion, he liked knowing that he was alive. He wanted to feel wanted. Maybe that’s why he spent those three months with Heather. At least she tried to make him feel wanted for a moment before she got bored. 

You turned around to look at him with a disappointed frown. 

“What? Can’t a man enjoy an evening alone with his porno collection?” Eddie asked. It wasn’t like you to be judgemental about sex, he knew for a fact that you had your own small collection of dirty pictures and romance books. 

You took a deep breath and sat next to him on the couch, turning to face him. Eddie stiffened a little, noting the irony that every part of him was now a bit more stiff except for the part that he had wanted to earlier. 

“Eddie... where have you been?” you asked carefully. 

Eddie was surprised at the question and a little confused. “I don’t know what you mean. I’ve been here or at school or-”

“I mean, yeah.” you interrupted. “You’ve still been at school and running Hellfire, and at the Hideout but...” You stopped and furrowed your eyebrows as if you were unsure how to really finish your sentence. 

“But...?” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. 

“It’s like you aren’t around. We all keep trying to hang out with you and you keep blowing us off. You stopped hanging out after band practice with Jeff, Doug keeps trying to get you to hang out to talk about the new D&D expansion, and every time I ask you to hang out you say you’re busy.” You finally manage to say. 

Eddie flinched, and rested a foot on the coffee table. “I’m allowed to have a life outside of school, you know.” He was being defensive, and he knew it. 

“Yes, and that’s fine!” you said quickly. “You’re allowed to have other things going but I- we miss you.”

Shit. Eddie felt like a heel at those words. He hadn’t meant to blow his friends off for Heather, it just happened. He figured as long as he was still running the game and showing up for practice then everything would be fine. 

Eddie had wanted to feel wanted, but had turned his back on the people who actually wanted to be around him. 

Damn Heather and her short skirts. 

No, that wasn’t completely fair. She had been honest about what she wanted. Heather wanted sex and cheap weed. Eddie, as much as he would never want to admit to it, had craved something deeper. Not with Heather, per say, but just in general. 

Eddie was never looking to be someone’s boyfriend, but for a while it was nice to act like one. It was a complicated feeling. 

“Sorry.” He said, more to the discarded pillow than to you. “Things have been weird these past few months. My schedule has just cleared up though so I’ll be around more.” 

There was silence from you for a long while, and Eddie was worried that his apology wouldn’t be enough. 

“Did she dump you?”

Eddie froze in place and he felt all the blood drain from his face. How had you known...? 

“Wh.. what?” Eddie could only manage to force out as his mind scrambled for anything to say to either explain or get out of this conversation. 

“Heather. I uh, I saw you two in the forest on accident.” you said, messing with a rip in the couch. 

Eddie grabbed the pillow again and covered his face with a groan. “How much did you see?” he asked. 

“Enough to know that she’s willing to be shirtless when it was barely 40 degrees outside.” 

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie smacked his head on the pillow a few times as he heard you let out a small giggle. 

“I’m pretty sure I heard her say that, too.” You said, catching the pillow he had tried to smack you with. 

You grabbed the pillow and held into it now. “Did you like her?”

The question gave Eddie pause. “I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “I thought I could since she paid attention to me and at least tried to get to know me a little but...” 

You put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a rub. “I get it.” you said quietly. “Sorry you got dumped.”

“I’m more pissed that I spent so much on weed and condoms.” Eddie admitted, feeling relieved that he had someone to talk to about this for now. “She cleaned me out of my stash, and Rick’s out of town.”

You gave him a shit-eating grin. “Who’s your best friend?” you asked. 

“Jeff.” Eddie said immediately, not even thinking. 

“Damn, that was cold.” you cackled, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the ugliest joint Eddie had ever seen. “I guess you don’t want to share then, so I’ll just keep this to myself-”

“Shit- wait- you-” Eddie stumbled over his words. “You! You’re my best friend. Right now.”

“Just right now?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Right now and alternating Fridays.” He promised. 

“Good enough.” You decided as you handed over the joint. 

He took it and stared at the slightly crumpled paper in his hand. “Who rolled this?”

“I did.”

“This is... shit.” he said. “Hold on, I at least still have some papers.” Eddie said and you rolled your eyes and he hopped up to run to his room. 

“It wouldn’t be shit if I had my normal guy to roll for me!” you called after him. 

“You had three months to learn!” He yelled back, rummaging through his drawers. 

“I did, and apparently it’s not good enough for you!” 

Eddie’s laugh echoed through the trailer and he came out, turning on a lamp as he did, and it felt good to actually laugh again. He began quickly disassembling your joint and reassembling it with fresh papers. 

“I came all this way with a joint as a peace offering to make sure we were still friends and it wasn’t good enough.” You sighed dramatically, leaning against his shoulder with all of your weight. 

Eddie’s head snapped up to look at you, but his hair was in the way. He nudged you off and turned to look at you. “You thought we weren’t friends?”

“You stopped talking to me outside of school.” you said. “We barely talked during Hellfire, and you’d always run off the second you were done with your gigs at the Hideout. I thought I’d done something wrong until I saw...” 

Eddie let out a deep sigh and went back to rolling the joint. “Sorry,” he said. “It wasn’t just you, I was blowing off everyone-”

“While Heather was blowing you.” you nodded, leaning against him again. Eddie winced but did not argue. He licked the paper and finished the joint. 

“Let’s go outside.” Eddie said. “Wayne’s been on my case about smoking inside.” 

The two of you made your way outside the trailer, and further away from the park where no one would bother you or smell what you were doing. Just because it was a trailer park, it didn’t mean that some of the neighbors wouldn’t call the police for something so stupid. 

The chill of late winter had turned into a mild spring, and there were patches of grass that weren’t as brown as the others, and a few were even green. Eddie led you to a nicer patch of grass that was down wind and lit the joint, taking a hit. It wasn’t the best weed, but it was free and he had no right to complain when you were sharing with him. 

It was comfortable standing outside with you. Despite not having seen you in what felt like years, conversation flowed easily between the two of you as the joint was passed back and forth until it was no more than ashes under Eddie’s sneaker. You caught him up on any gossip you knew, while Eddie pretended not to care about how two cheerleaders were caught kissing and the scandal it caused. 

The two of you drifted back to the trailer, collapsing on the couch. You leaned against his shoulder again and Eddie stared at the black reflected glass of the TV. Well, you two were high and he figured some background noise would be entertaining. Without thinking, he reached out and turned it back on. 

The two of you were back on the site of the porno that Eddie had been half-heartedly watching earlier. The VHS had still been going, even if the TV was off. Eddie scrambled to find the right button to turn it off, forgetting in his haze that the tape player didn’t have a remote and he’d have to walk over and manually turn it off. 

You, however, burst into a mess of giggles at the sight of the actress bouncing on her coworkers dick like it was her job.

Well, wait, it was her job. 

“No, no, leave it!” You said as Eddie made a move to get up. “I wanna see what you’re jerking it to.” 

You had always been open when it came to things like sex, but the high seemed to remove your filter entirely. Eddie leaned back on the couch again, so thrown off by the request that he couldn’t think of a reason to say no. 

“So, is there a plot?” you asked, giggling harder every time there was a close up of the man’s balls. “Is she a poor young woman who couldn’t pay the plumber? A mishap with the pizza man when she forgot her wallet?”

“Uh, no plot.” Eddie said, his head swirling with the weed and the surreal situation he’d found himself in. Tonight he was supposed to be watching this alone as a pity party, not with his friend laughing about what got his dick hard. 

Shit, was his dick getting hard?

“It’s just a bunch of scenes from others in the series.” He clarified, coughing. Eddie glanced at the opposite corner of the couch, groaning internally at how far away the pillow was. 

“A ‘best of’ clip show? Not my usual style, but I see the appeal.” and despite your giggles, you still didn’t have any real judgement in your voice. 

“Yeah? And what are you getting off to?” he asked, deciding if he can’t beat it ‘em, join ‘em. 

“I like my porn with a little more plot.” you said, still staring at the tv. “It’s not enough to know that two people are getting it on, I need to know why they’re fucking to really get into it.”

“So porn never does it for you?” 

“No, I’ll still get off to these videos, it’s just not as satisfying. It’s just easier to get off knowing that the woman is going to be able to pay for the pizza.” 

This time it was Eddie’s turn to burst into laughter, which only made the two of you laugh harder. You slipped from his shoulder, face landing on his thigh was a small thud and another round of muffled giggles from you. Eddie was just thankful you didn’t slide face first into his boner, for a number of reasons. 

When you made no move to get up, Eddie rested a hand on your shoulder, enjoying the weight of you with his mild high. 

You pointed to the tv, where the current actress was bouncing at a different angle. “Did she do that?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he said, honestly. Fuck it, what was there to lose now? “She was more shrill though.”

“What about that?” You asked, when the position changed to doggy style. 

“Did that, too.” Eddie sighed, watching the film. Watching this made him think that maybe, perhaps, Heather had been putting on a performance with him. “Usually in the van.”

“The van?!” You gasped, scandalized. “Eddie, we use that van!”

“We did that in the front seat, too.” he motioned to the new position on screen. “It... wasn’t good.”

And so, that became the new topic of conversation between the two of you. Every new position that was being shown on screen, you asked about and Eddie answered honestly. His boner kept fluctuating between half-hard and full mast as the two of you chatted. 

“Was she your first?” you asked, when the conversation died down. Your voice was quieter now, almost hesitant? Eddie couldn’t be sure. 

Eddie was quiet for a long moment. “Yeah.” he finally said. “I mean, I had a blowjob before last summer but... yeah. She was my first.”

You didn’t say anything to that, and Eddie wondered if you had fallen asleep. “Who made the first move?” 

“She did. She was just in it for cheap weed and sex.” He wasn’t proud of it. “And it’s not like she was a kid or anything, she’s eighteen.” 

“I know, I know,” you waved your hand. “You aren’t a creep.”

“It’s not like I’m drowning in options here in Hawkins.” Eddie said, feeling like he needed to defend himself, despite knowing you weren’t judging him. “Everyone at school is too young, and my reputation doesn’t really get me many dates.”

“You could have asked me.”

The words were so quiet, they were almost drowned out by the obnoxious dirty talk that the man on screen was doing to the woman. Eddie froze for what must have felt like a minute, trying to convince myself that you had said what he thought he heard. 

“What?” 

“If you just were looking to fool around, you could have.... Asked me." The last two words were even quieter, but unmistakable. 

Why did Eddie’s dick suddenly feel harder than it had in days? Why was he now just noticing that the woman on screen had damn near the exact same body type as you? Why was he now imagining trying the position on screen with you? 

You must have taken his stunned silence as awkwardness and so you pointed as the scene changed again. “Did she do that?” You asked as the woman started blowing the man.

“No.” Eddie said, and that got you moving. You sat up and turned to look at him, your face a bit too close to his.

“Really? No blowjob?” You looked scandalized and that amused him. 

“She wasn’t really into oral.” Eddie shrugged. “I didn’t go down on her either.”

“You don’t do that?” 

“No! Wait- yes-” Eddie was thrown off for the hundredth time today by your line of questioning. “I would have. I wanted to.” 

“And she said no?!” This seemed to be the most offensive thing Eddie could have said to you. “She’s seen your tongue and the fact that you never shut up and said no?!” You were practically gaping at him. 

“She wasn’t into oral.” Eddie repeted, glancing at your lips for the briefest moment before meeting your eyes again. 

You could have asked me. What would your lips look like wrapped around his-  

Jesus Christ, what was he doing?

You could have asked me.

You were an option this whole time?! 

Time seemed to stay still between the two of you. Your face looked warm, and Eddie had a bad feeling his wasn’t much different. He swallowed, trying to decide if he was allowed to be thinking the thoughts that were now rushing through his brain of you and the porno and all your damn questions. 

“Why the curiosity about everything?” Eddie blurted out the first question that came to his mind. “Wait, have you-?”

It was now your turn to be thrown off and you looked down. He really hoped his jeans were hiding his boner and that you weren’t looking too closely. 

“Like you said, freaks don’t have a lot of options around here.” You shrugged, trying to play it off. “No one’s really looking to date the local burnout.”

“You could have asked me.” Eddie didn’t really know it was true until the words came out of his mouth. Maybe it was the weed, or the boner, or the porn, or the fact that your hand was resting on his thigh- yeah, you were quickly climbing up to the top of the People Eddie Munson Would Realistically Date list. 

Fine, you were the only one on the list right now. But fuck, quality over quantity, right?

“You didn’t seem interested in dating.” you said, and he didn’t miss the way your eye flicked down to his lips for the briefest second. 

Why the fuck was the tape still playing? Shouldn’t a moment like this deserve a better soundtrack than fake porn moans?!

“I don’t know if I’m really boyfriend material.” Eddie admitted. “I’m kind of a mess.”

“So am I.” you said in a half laugh. 

Yeah, of everyone else in Hawkins you probably understood him the most. You had been a good enough student in school until you weren’t, and had dropped out when offered an extra year of high school. Eddie almost did the same, once, before Wayne convinced him otherwise. 

What did Eddie even have left to lose? This night was weird enough. 

The first kiss was fast, but firm. A press of his lips to yours for just a moment before pulling back. That movement seemed to sober you both up, realizing what you were doing. Your eyes were less hazy, far more focused and aware than before. 

You mimicked the kiss, letting your lips linger just a bit longer than his before pulling back as well. 

Neither of you pulled back from the third kiss. 

With some awkward adjusting and shifting, you were moved to straddle Eddie’s lap, and his hands rested on your hips as tongue was added to the mix. He could taste the weed on you, reminiscent of Heather but without the cherry flavored lip gloss. Your hands rested on his shoulder, slowly rubbing down his chest and then back up which felt good. Then your fingers slid into the back of his hair and that felt really good. 

Why hadn’t he just asked you? 

Your hips shifted and pressed against the straining bulge in his jeans. “Is that for me or her?” you asked against his lips, motioning your head just slightly towards the tv. 

“You.” Eddie didn’t hesitate for a moment, before sliding his tongue into your mouth before you could ask any more dumb or distracting questions. 

One of his hands slid up and under your stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin there. He felt the way your stomach flexed slightly, as if he had accidentally tickled you and pressed his hand more firmly down. His hand crept up on instinct before stopping himself just before your chest. 

Shit, you had just said you were a virgin, right? How far should he be asking to go-

The thought barely crossed his mind as one of your hands slid down his arm and pushed up on his elbow, elevating his hand those much wanted few inches so that his palm was now resting on top of your bra. Eddie groaned and gave your covered breast a squeeze, which you arched into. 

Eddie’s fingers traced over your bra, squeezing occasionally as he tested out your reactions. His hands followed the path of your bra strap to the clasp and he pinched so that it came undone. 

“Oh good, I don’t have to teach you that.” You laughed softly against his lips before pulling back to slide off your shirt. It only got a little tangled with your loose bra before falling to the floor. 

Boobs.

Eddie was a simple man, and the sight of your chest out and free and bare was the most beautiful thing he’d seen all night. There had been plenty of tits on screen this evening, but nothing would compare to the real thing right in front of his face. 

They jiggled as you laughed. “My eyes are up here- oh.” Eddie knew where your eyes were, but they were not his focus as he dove in and immediately latched onto one of your nipples while rolling the other. 

You arched into his mouth, and tangled your fingers into his hair more. He groaned as you tugged at the roots at the base of his neck, and flicked his tongue against your hardened nipple. As he played with your tits, your hips started rocking against his crotch and Eddie tried to adjust himself so that you’d be rubbing against his cock. 

“Knew you’d be good with your tongue.” You sighed, as he swapped to your other breast. You leaned down and grabbed the back of his shirt and gave it a tug. Eddie was quick to pull it off and toss it aside in record time so that he could get back to playing with your breasts. 

He probably could have stayed there for hours if you hadn’t pulled him back up into a kiss, letting your tongue flick out to tease his before sliding your lips down to his neck. You pushed his hair out of the way, and Eddie tilted his head back against the couch, one hand moving backup to your breast.

“Hickies?” You breathed into his ear, which resulted in a full body shudder from him. 

“Only if I can leave them on you too- fuck-” he had barely agreed before your lips had latched onto the side of his neck and began sucking hard. If he had any thoughts outside of how good it felt, he might have wondered if he’d be able to cover the forming bruise with his hair. That Monday he would be walking around the school with a low ponytail, where rumors would fly between him getting lucky or having been attacked by leeches. 

“Jesus Christ...” he breathed out as you attacked the side of his neck, alternating between soft pecks, hot open mouthed kisses, and an assortment of hickies. “Thought you were a virgin.”

You pulled back, giving him an incredulous look; it was one you often gave him during d&d. “Don’t make this weird, Eddie.” you said. “I’ve made out before.”

“Sorry,” he said quickly and to try and salvage the mood he leaned in and nipped at your neck. “I won’t make it weird.” 

“Save that for next time.” Your voice hitched and your hands gripped his arms as he started mimicking the way you had been kissing his neck. When he felt you shudder or grip his arm tighter, he focused on that spot until you started rocking your hips again. 

Eddie slipped one hand down your side, resting at the top of your shorts and rubbing his thumb against the button. You reacted by reaching down and unbuttoning it yourself to give him the go ahead. 

With you unzipped now, Eddie slid his hand into your shorts but didn’t get very far. The material wasn’t stretching enough and the angle was awkward for his wrist. 

“Might need a different position for that.” you laughed as he removed his hand. 

“Should we go to my room?” Eddie looked up at you, hoping that question didn’t backfire on him. 

“You should turn the porno off, first.” you climbed off of him and grabbed your discarded clothes. “I don’t think Wayne wants to walk in on that.” 

In the midst of making out, the tape had FINALLY stopped rolling, and was running through the end credits. Rewinding could wait, Eddie quickly ejected the tape and shoved it back in it’s generic looking sleeve. When he turned, you were already heading towards his bedroom, topless. 

He had never seen a back that looked so sexy in his life. 

You had dropped your clothes at the side of the bed, and when Eddie tossed the tape aside you grabbed him by the belt and pulled him close, barely giving him time to close the door. You were kissing him again, deeper and more passionately this time as the two of you scrambled to push down each other's pants. 

Eddie pushed you onto the bed, and he had to stop himself from cumming in his boxers at the sight of you panting and in your underwear in his sheets. You were looking up at him as if he were the only person in the world that mattered right now, and there was a clear damp spot on your panties. 

Heather had never been to Eddie’s trailer except once, when he had to grab a special purchase from his room. She had refused to come in, as if being seen at Forest Hills was an embarrassment. All of their time had been in his van parked in secluded spots, in the forest behind the school, or at her home. 

Seeing you in his bed, wanting him, was too much to take. 

He was on top of you again, kissing your neck as his fingers pulled down your panties. You kicked them aside as he started kissing down your body again. 

“Please tell me I can go down on you.” Eddie’s head was hovering right over your hips, looking up at you.

Your legs spread at the plea, and you didn’t waste time with words as you pushed his head down to where he desperately wanted to be. 

It took one lick of your slit for Eddie to be pissed at himself. He could have been doing this the whole time?! His arms wrapped around your thighs and his tongue dove in to explore every part of your pussy. You squirmed against his face, gasping and gripping his hair. 

“Fuck- Eddie....!” you gasped, in a way that only encouraged him. 

Eddie was quick to find a rhythm with his tongue that you seemed to like by the way you were letting out quiet whines. You weren’t nearly as loud as she had been, and so every gasp and sigh of his name was a victory to him. He spread your lips to get a better look at you and found himself grinding against his mattress at the site. You were wet, there was no question about that and it wasn’t just from his tongue either. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” your voice was breathless, and the corners of your mouth were turned up. 

“I don’t have a camera.” Eddie nipped at your thigh making you jump. “...I might get one now though.”

“Not on your life. There’s no way I’m gonna let pictures of me like that be dropped off to an hour-photo.”

“What if I got a polaroid instead? Instant development.” 

Eddie felt a special kind of high, the kind that only came when he was running a really good session or when he was playing with his band during a really good set. He didn’t know that sex could be more than just mindlessly horny- he was having fun. 

No one told him that this was an option, dammit. 

“Put a pin in that.” you laughed. 

“I have something else I’d rather put in you.” Eddie said as his finger started to ease into you. 

“Fuck.... if this didn’t feel so good I’d kick you out of bed.” you laughed breathlessly. 

“Kick me out of my own bed?” Eddie looked at you amused as he started rocking his finger in and out. 

“Wouldn’t even feel bad about ih--ohh- oh god-” You stopped talking, your sounds now turned into louder gasps and whines as Eddie curled his finger up and found that sweet spot. 

“Found your off switch.” he said with a shit eating smirk as he started massaging your g-spot. 

“Fuck... you....” you whimpered, your heart clearly not in it. Your legs were squirming as he stroked your inner walls, as if you couldn’t decide if you wanted to push him away or beg for more. 

“We’ll get to that.” Eddie said and decided to put his tongue to better use as he leaned back in to wrap his lips around your clit and start licking again. 

Eddie lost himself between your legs, and he had no idea how long he was down there. He always had an oral fixation, and was quick to decide this was now one of his favorite things to do with his mouth. 

You were getting louder, which only spurred him on more. His tongue worked fast against your clit while he kept a more steady pace with his finger. When he decided you were as wet as you were going to get he carefully started to push in a second digit which slid in easier than expected. He was rewarded with his name being moaned, and your walls clenching around his fingers. 

One of your thighs started trembling, which had to be a good sign. Your fingers tightened in his hair and your core was starting to tense up. 

Eddie didn’t expect you to actually start begging.  

“Fuck- please don’t stop.” you gasped out. “Please, Eddie I’m so close please, please please-” 

Eddie had no plans to stop, and he would have happily stayed there all night if you let him. He didn’t stop his pace, keeping everything exactly as what he was doing because if it was working he didn’t want to risk you losing the orgasm he was working so hard to build. 

You came with a strangled cry, and he felt the way your walls throbbed and squeezed around his fingers. He sucked on your clit until you had to push him away from over-sensitivity. 

You were left breathless on the bed, your body completely melted into his sheets. Eddie wiped his mouth and moved up to kiss up your neck to your lips again. You had tasted so good, he had to share. 

When he finally pulled back, he was looking down at you with what had to be a goofy smile. Those past three months were becoming less and less appealing in hindsight. 

“You really never did that before?” you asked, tracing the puppet strings on his arm. 

“I’m a quick learner when I’m excited.” he replied, and you pulled him close to kiss his neck again. The kisses were softer this time, as if an apology for the myriad of hickies he was sure was on his neck now. 

Legs wrapped around his hips and pulled him closer. Your hands trailed along his chest, and Eddie settled between your legs. He rocked his hips, enjoying the feeling of his cock rubbing up against your pussy. 

You pulled him back into a kiss, which was happily returned. Eddie was more than willing to give you all the time you needed to recover, though he would be lying if he wasn’t already thinking about other positions to get his mouth on you. 

Eddie grunted as you suddenly pushed and rolled the two of you over, and you were now straddling his hips, grinding against his cock. 

“Fuck” he groaned, grabbing your thighs. He watched the way your hips rolled hypnotically and he bit the inside of his cheek to not cum. 

“Your turn.” You purred, your nails scratching down his chest in a way that made his eyes roll back and his hips buck slightly. His turn? Had Eddie ever had a turn? He was so used to being the one in charge lately, in Hellfire or band practice or sex- “Do you have any condoms?”

Eddie’s brain exploded. Violently. When he came to his mind raced for where he hed put the small box of condoms. 

“Dresser-” he finally managed to choke out. “Should be on the dresser.”

You slid off him and walked over to the dresser, which was covered in discarded clothes, a cigarette tray and more than a few empty beer cans. He made a mental note to try and clean up more next time. 

He really hoped there would be a next time. 

The sight of your ass swaying and slightly bent over his dresser was one that he would engrain into his memory forever. He could name about a half-dozen W.A.S.P. songs that suddenly felt very relatable. 

You turned around with the condom box, giving him a look that worried him. You turned the open box over and nothing fell out. 

“Oh, fuck me.” Eddie groaned, sitting up on his elbow. 

“Yeah, that’s not happening without a condom.” you said dryly. “Guess she really wiped you out, huh?” 

Eddie fell back on the bed with a groan. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You tossed the box to the side and crawled onto the bed again, spreading his legs and settling yourself between them. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna leave you high and dry.” you said, placing a kiss to his hip bone. 

He looked down at you, feeling his cock twitch at the way you licked your lips. 

“Shit- you don’t have to-” 

“Eddie, when have I ever done something I didn’t want to do?” you asked as your hand wrapped around his shaft. 

“G-good point.” he choked out. Your hands were softer than he had expected and you gave his cock a slow stroke aided by your wetness that was still on his shaft.

“Just let me know what feels good.” you said, leaning in and licking him from base to tip. Eddie was torn between closing his eyes and laying back and staring at you intently as you played with his cock experimentally. 

You leaned over him, using his thigh for a bit of leverage as you wrapped your lips around his tip and let your tongue slide over the sensitive skin of his head. He let out a low groan, trying not to thrust up into your mouth. You were being a tease whether you meant to or not with the way you were taking your time licking and sucking him.

“I can’t promise I can let you fuck my throat, but I’ll do what I can.” you said when you pulled back after a few minutes. Eddie couldn’t stop himself from laughing at how casually you said it, as if you were talking about fixing his amp for the hundredth time. “Something funny, Eddie?”

“You just said that so casually.” he giggled, remembering that he was also high from earlier. His laughter was contagious, and soon you were giggling again to. 

His cock was only half-hard by the time you two were done giggling, but that quickly changed when you leaned in and wrapped your lips around him again. You slid him about half-way into your mouth before stopping, and wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft. 

Eddie Munson had been given one blowjob before the previous summer by a girl he met a town over at a small show he had been playing with Corroded Coffin. That night he had felt like a rockstar getting blown by a groupie, and hide rode that high for months. 

You, admittedly, were not nearly as experienced as that girl had been but he didn’t care. Seeing you, one of his best friends, blowing him sent a thrill up his spine more exciting than the fantasy he had lived out. This was different and he was far too gone to try and figure out why. He just wanted to keep you here with your enthusiastic mouth on his throbbing cock. The way you were humming around his cock and looking up at him occasionally made it clear that you really wanted him to feel good. 

No one told him that someone just wanting to make him feel good was a fucking option.

You sucked his cock as if this was the one thing you had wanted to do all day. Your head moved up and down enthusiastically and your tongue was everywhere. For the first few minutes you would occasionally come up to breathe before finding your rhythm and learning to breath through your nose. 

Eddie’s orgasm came far quicker than he would have liked. He was still so worked up from eating you out and learning a lot about how he enjoyed sex that it only took about ten minutes before he was pushing on your shoulder to warn you that he was going to blow. 

He should be embarrassed. Eddie was gasping and letting our sounds that were damn near whining as you pulled away. You were panting, your lips a touch swollen and eyes glazed over as you jerked his cock. 

Eddie’s hand wrapped around yours, guiding it to the pace he needed to spill all over himself and his stomach. He really hoped that next time he’d be able to cum on your tits or in your mouth. Please, let that fucking be an option-

You grabbed his discarded shirt and cleaned him up, and Eddie made a note to do laundry soon. You wiped your mouth and collapsed next to him, and he reached for you. 

He wished he hadn’t been so surprised when you easily cuddled up against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I knew your tongue would be good. She really fucking missed out.” you said, your arm laying across his chest. 

“I studied only the best techniques.” Eddie said, holding you just a bit tighter. Cuddling after sex (or whatever it was the two of you had done) felt just as good as getting off. Well, maybe second only to getting you off. 

“How much porn do you watch?” you laughed. 

“I have three tapes and a stash of magazines.” Eddie said honestly, because why would he need to hide that from someone he was so close to. Heather had once glimpsed one of the tamer issues of Heavy Metal that he had in his van and had rolled her eyes in disgust. 

“We’ll have to swap material sometime.” you suggested, looking up at him. “Or we can do a movie night like we used to. Just more hands on.” 

“So there’s really gonna be a next time?” Eddie asked. 

“I mean, I’d like there to be. I would really like there to be.” There was a slight waiver in your voice, the kind that he knew when you were considering a risky move in D&D. 

“It’ll probably be a while before I can afford condoms.” He admitted. “I’m kinda wiped for cash until Rick comes back.”

“Oh no. You’ll have to use your mouth on me again. How awful. However shall we go on?” you sighed in a dramatic fashion. “Oh well, if I must sit upon your face next time then so be it!”

Eddie could live with that. He was more than okay with that. 

“Well, if you’re sure you’re fine with that, then I’ll just have to grin and bear it.” He said, matching your tone of dramatic exasperation. 

The two of you laid there for a moment in silence, coming down from the highs of orgasms and weed. 

“This isn’t going to make things weird, right?” you asked after a few minutes. “I don’t want this to be... I don’t know. I liked doing this with you, and I don’t want this to fuck up what we have.” 

Eddie had been so lost in the strangeness of the evening, he hadn’t really stopped to consider the consequences of what would happen after. “I won’t make it weird.” he promised. “I’m not about to start being nice to you during the game just because you blew me.”

“Good, I’d be mad if you did.” you shook your head. “We don’t need to label this but.. If we’re gonna be doing this more, just know that I’m only going to be doing this with you.”

“I don’t exactly have a lot of people around here banging on my door to get a piece of this.” Eddie motioned to his dick. “Even if I did, I'd rather just be messing around with one person.”

You grabbed his flaccid dick and gave it a wiggle, laughing at the way it moved. Eddie felt that he should maybe be offended at you laughing at his cock, but he fought himself laughing at the weird feeling. 

“Little Eddie isn’t going near anyone else.” he said as you kept wiggling it. 

You dropped his cock finally, which had started to wake up again from the attention. 

“Nevermind, I’m never touching it again after you called your dick that.” you cackled. 

Eddie rolled over and hovered over you. “I can live with that as long as I get to go down on you again.” 

“Oh my God-”

“Just Eddie is fine.” 

You half-heartedly pushed him, your eyes alight as you looked up at him. 

“So... when does your uncle come home?” you asked. 

“Not until about six or seven.” He looked down at you, his cock already coming back to life again. 

“Wanna go again?” 

“Only if we can cuddle after.” 

“Deal.” 

By the time the two of you had passed out in his bed, Eddie had realized that maybe there was more to life than just the bullshit hand he had been dealt. And as you lay next to him, wearing one of his shirts while asleep next to him, he started thinking... 

When given an option, he would prefer you as his first choice. 

Author Notes: I might write a sequel later if I feel like it but we'll see lmao. This wasn't originally Eddie x Reader, it was just a character study but then I got horny lmao.

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[uss-butterscotch]

Eddie almost becomes a 4th of July finger loss statistic and runs into a pair of sailors in the ER

cw: medical terminology, references to canon-typical gore

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Eddie can feel his uncle’s glare from the seat next to him. He’s resolutely ignoring it and also attempting to ignore the pulsing pain in his hand, which he’s currently pressing a damp kitchen towel to.

Wayne, apparently, isn’t having it. “You know how many people blow their fingers off on this day every year, boy?” He says slowly.

Eddie presses his lips together. When he can’t hold his thoughts back anymore he half-whispers, “Last time I checked, all my fingers were still attached to my body.”

“They better continue to be that way by tomorrow morning.” Wayne huffs and leans back in his chair. Arms crossed tight over his chest.

They sit in silence for about 5 minutes before the doors to the emergency room practically fly open. The sudden movement draws Eddie’s eye.

He’s met with possibly the last thing he expects. The first thing he registers is that two of the people who just entered appear to be dressed like cartoon sailors, and that one of the sailors also appears to have been recently hit by a car, then the car reversed, and ran him over again.

The second thing he realizes is that the roadkill sailor is the one and only Steve Harrington. Not only is he Steve Harrington, he’s Steve Harrington, clearly on drugs.

“Hopper, we told you,” Harrington attempts to sound convincing while teetering precariously with every step, “we feel fine. I don’t even think this is as bad as last time. Nobody even… smashed anything into my head.”

The other sailor, whom Eddie has just identified as Robin Buckley, band kid and on Eddie’s short list of suspected fellow freaks.

“Nope!” Robin giggles, “just ripped a few fingernails out.” She wiggles her own fingers in front of Hopper’s face, which at the moment is locked in a simultaneously horrified and exasperated expression.

Now that attention has been called to it, and all of Robin’s fingers seem intact, Eddie sneaks a glance at Harrington’s hands, the left one of which appears to have bandages that are becoming soaked through with blood on the index and middle fingers.

“Maybe nothing got smashed into you, but Wheeler mentioned something about you smashing a certain commandeered vehicle into a certain Camaro.” Hopper leans in and speaks in a growl Eddie assumes he thinks passes for whispering, while directing Harrington and Buckley into matching plastic chairs to the one Eddie is currently occupying.

He gapes at them and blinks a few times before turning to see what his uncle thinks of this whole scene. He finds Wayne watching the newcomers with a slight squint to his eyes and a slight raise to his right eyebrow. A clear sign that he is equal parts concerned, Eddie would assume for the obvious poor condition of at least one of the teens, and intrigued, but not intrigued enough to risk intervening and complicating his already very mentally taxing evening.

Before he can do anything about any part of this scenario, a nurse calls Eddie’s name and in a blink he’s being led into the next stage of the hell of his own making. At first it’s several minutes of answering questions, nurses looking very intently at the half burn/half gash in his hand, and antiseptic. Finally he’s left alone for a few moments while they let the topical numbing cream set in.

There are two other beds in the section he’s been taken to. One of them is currently occupied by an older man, accompanied by a younger woman in a plastic chair next to him. Both of them appear to be fast asleep. The other bed is empty. Or at least, it is until there’s a commotion from the hallway, and the sailors are being ushered in Eddies direction, toward the bed next to his. Eddie catches bits of the conversation that leads to the two-high-teenagers-for-one deal he’s about to get.

Robin’s almost frantic voice, “No! They can’t separate us! Last time we got split up-“

“It’ll be fine, Rob, these guys are probably American.” Steve cuts her off nonsensically. Eddie kind of wishes he was on whatever stuff Steve was right now.

“Considering what you’ve tried to explain so far, I don’t know how much better that is.” Robin says, giggling again.

Steve clumsily grabs her hand with his right one, reaching across is own body awkwardly to get to her, and missing on the first attempt. “You also need to get looked at, little miss ‘ask me tomorrow’.”

Robin cringes at him, “Ok now I will leave you alone so you don’t call me ‘little miss’ again.”

Eddie watches the nurses lead Robin further down the hallway, and Steve to the bed next to his own. They’re left alone briefly after Steve gets settled and the nurse has rushed off to find a doctor.

The other teen stares almost blankly at him for a long moment before he exclaims suddenly, startling Eddie, “Munson! From Biology! That’s why you seem familiar.”

“Harrington,” Eddie replies, “you are aware we shared more classes than the one Biology period, right?”

Harrington blinks slowly with the eye that isn’t swollen shut. “No, actually, I dunno if you noticed, but I was sort of an asshole in high school, so…” he wobbles his head back and forth, “I kind of only remember that time you passed out when we dissected that cow eye.”

“Ah,” Eddie rolls his eyes and nods, “so you were an asshole in high school, but you’re not anymore. Got it.” He’s really going over the top with the sarcasm, but Harrington doesn’t seem to catch on.

“Yup. Earlier Robin said that I really was, but I’m not anymore, and she’s usually right about most things, even though it’s super annoying when she is right, because she won’t shut up about it, and she remembers stuff, like how many times I’m wrong and what I’m wrong about and what I ate for breakfast in Mrs. Click’s class and-“

He’s cut off by the nurse from before returning. “Sorry for making you wait, hon, it’s a real circus here tonight. While we wait for the doctor, I’m gonna get you set up with some fluids. The EMTs said you were pretty dehydrated.”

When she brandishes the needle in preparation for placing the IV, Eddie notices all the color that isn’t bruising drain from Harrington’s face. He tries to subtly scoot away from her, but the movement is a little too rushed to come from anywhere but a sense of panic.

“O-oh, no that’s, I’m okay, no-no thanks.” He stutters out, his breath coming in quick and shallow now.

“Oh, hon, it’s okay to be afraid of needles,” the nurse says sweetly, “just look away and take deep breaths, and it’ll be over in a pinch.”

Harrington winces at that. “I-I’m really- it’s- I’m fine, you don’t-“

He stops abruptly when what sounds like a screamed “No!”echoes from down the hallway. It takes half a second longer for Eddie to place the voice as Robin Buckley’s than it apparently takes Steve, because Eddie blinks and Harrington’s off the bed and rushing toward the voice with a half-shouted “Robin!”

The nurse, it seems, is just as stunned as Eddie, and it’s a few seconds before she’s racing after him down the hallway.

It isn’t until his stitches are almost halfway done that Harrington returns, now closely followed by Chief Hopper, and lead gingerly by the elbow by the nurse. The IV situation appears to have been solved, as he is now rolling a drip bag on a stand with his free hand.

Once Harrington is returned to his bed, Hopper leans over him slightly in what Eddie recognizes as his attempt to be intimidating. “Now listen closely, Harrington. You are going to stay right there in this bed, and do whatever Annette here asks you to do until I get back. Do I make myself clear?”

Steve stares at him open mouthed for a moment, before he starts giggling. “Huh, Mike’s right, you do have a little vein that pops out right…” he reaches up to try and poke Hopper in the forehead.

Before Hopper smacks his hand away, Eddie notices a thick band of bruising around Harrington’s wrist, adding to the already massive pile of questions he has about whatever series of events led to those two landing themselves here.

Steve is still giggling when Hopper stands back up, dragging a hand down his face. “Look. Just stay put for 20 minutes. Someone still has to call your damn parents.”

“Good luck with that,” Harrington says wearily to Hopper’s back as he retreats back toward the waiting room.

With all the commotion, Eddie almost forgets he’s currently getting his hand sewn back together. A distraction he’s secretly grateful for, since he was starting to get a little light headed thinking about it.

“Well, Eddie, that should be it,” the doctor says, patting the fresh bandage gently, “I’ll get someone to take care of your discharge papers and you’ll be on your way.”

Eddie gives a thumbs up with the hand that did not get nearly exploded several hours ago. As the doctor leaves, Eddie realizes he is once again left alone with Harrington. He can only handle about two minutes of the silence before he blurts out. “Ok, man, I’m dying to know. What the hell happened to you? You look like you rolled down a rocky cliffside for like a day straight.”

Harrington chuckles, “I feel like that.” He doesn’t say anything for a long moment before he apparently realizes Eddie asked him a question. “Oh, uh, the mall burned down.”

“Starcourt? The brand new mall?”

Harrington nods. “Yup.” He pops the p.

“Wh-” Eddie blinks at him in disbelief, “and you and Buckley..?”

“We were there, yeah.” He says it so nonchalantly Eddie almost thinks he’s messing with him.

“Right…” Eddie starts, not sure where he’s going before one of the questions swirling around his brain tumbles out of his mouth “so the mall was burning down and someone ripped your finger nails off?”

Harrington sits up straight, “How did you-?”

“I was in the waiting room when you came in,” Eddie answers in a rush, “overheard you and Buckley.”

“Oh.” Harrington says, then blinks slowly a few times and Eddie can almost hear him thinking. “Umm, no that happened… before the fire.” He finally says, frustratingly vague.

“Right, and the…” Eddie gestures vaguely to his own face in leu of actually asking.

Harrington hums. “Uhh, I think… falling debris…” he nods to himself, “yeah, you know, chunks of burning mall.” He mimes something falling from the sky and makes a cartoon explosion sound. Eddie’s not totally inclined to believe him, especially since he just noticed the finger shaped bruising on Harringtons arms.

“You think?” He presses.

Harrington huffs, almost like a kid throwing a tantrum. “Look man, I’m like super ultra concussed and on some kind of mystery drugs so my memory is like…” he flaps a hand around for a second, then lands on a thumbs down, “at the moment.”

Eddie nods. “Right, yeah, sorry.” Eddie puts his uninjured hand up in surrender, “Just, my curious nature, man.”

Steve shrugs, then winces. “Okay, my turn.” He points to Eddie’s bandaged hand, “What happened there?”

“Awesome firework experiment gone wrong.” Eddie says, deliberately not elaborating. It’s apparently enough for Steve who nods knowingly.

Another silence settles over the room, this time less awkward, but Eddie still feels the need to break it. “Okay this is my last question for real.” Harrington sighs, but motions for him to go on. “The outfit?”

He squints at Eddie for a moment. “Did you ever like, actually go to the mall?”

“Once. And it confirmed my suspicions that the whole thing was a capitalist nightmare that I in no way belonged within a thousand foot radius of.” Eddie proclaiming proudly.

Steve looked at him like he was speaking Spanish. “Um, sure. Yeah. That’s probably true.” He picks at some of the blood that has dried on the collar of his shirt. “Robin and I work, or, I guess worked, now that it doesn’t exist anymore, but, anyway it’s this ice cream place, and it’s like, ocean themed for some reason, so… sailors.”

The mood seems to have shifted slightly. Harrington’s no longer looking at him, instead focusing on his shoes, which also appear to be smudged with blood. No trace of the half smile that had been lingering from his random fits of giggles. With the way he’s fidgeting, it almost seems like he’s nervous.

Eddie decides the best way out of this is to pretend like he doesn’t notice and hope he can get the vibe back on track. “That sounds like the most ridiculous business I’ve ever heard of.”

Steve lets out a halfhearted chuckle. “Yeah, it was pretty stupid.”

They are both saved from trying to come up with a new direction for the conversation to go by the entrance of Robin Buckley, who is toting her own rolling stand of IV fluid with her.

“Dingus!” She calls, and Eddie notes the way Harrington relaxes slightly at seeing her. “I’m completely healthy!”

Steve mimes clapping and Robin bows dramatically. “I… am not.”

Robin taps his knee. “I could have probably told you that.” Her gaze scans the room, then catches on him. “Hey, you’re the guy that runs the D&D group, right?”

“In the flesh,” Eddie says, spreading his arms wide.

Robin cringes again. “Ew, don’t say flesh. I’ve had too much flesh for one day.”

Steve nods next to her. “He blew up his hand with fireworks.”

Robin gasps, “Really?” She turns to Steve, “I totally thought we were gonna do that, but” she holds out her hands, and while they themselves seem fine, Eddie notices the bruising on her wrists that match Harrington’s, “all my fingers. Intact.”

“That makes one of us,” he smirks and makes eye contact with Eddie.

“Did you know that on the Fourth of July, over 30% of hospital visits are related to injuries from fireworks” Robin says unprompted.

“Why would I know that.” Steve says flatly, “Why do you know that?”

Robin shrugs, “I read.”

It’s then that a nurse comes back to get Eddie out of there. As he goes, Steve waves a goodbye to him that he awkwardly returns. As he leaves them behind he hears Robin ask, “Did Johnathan Byers cut open a girl’s leg, or was that the drugs?”

He shakes his head as he returns to the waiting room, resigned to never have answers to his mountain of questions.

[captainsamuelmorrigan]

It's driving Eddie insane.

There's no fucking way the 2 things can be true. Either Steve stole Eddie's porn, his prized magazines full of hot boys covered in piercings, tattoos, and mouthwatering amounts of leather. Or... OR! Steve happens to own the same magazine. Eddie can't believe either thing is true. Maybe it was a prank? Some sick homo-mag that his basketball buddies slipped him some time... that he kept for over a year at least? Yeah. Sure, Munson.

"Soo... Beefcake?" Eddie leans over the counter at Family Video, making sure his tatted tits are on full view in front of Steve.

Steve lowers the paper he's reading. "Am I supposed to be Beefcake?"

Eddie plasters his world-famous shit-eating grin across his face, scooting slightly left so he chest is firmly in front of Steve's pretty eyes. "Only Beefcake I see regularly without some serious payment on my end."

Steve coughs in surprise. "Not taking the bait, Munson. What brings you in, anyway? Are you trying to get Rocky Horror again? I think someone besides you actually rented it this week."

"Really?" Eddie sighs, then perks up, remembering the real reason he was here. "No, uh, I wanted to ask..." His courage runs out halfway through his sentence.

Steve smiled softly at him, his cow eyes framed by those perfect eyelashes and... FOCUS MUNSON.

"I wanted to ask if you had read anything good recently? Maybe any good magazines?"

Steve raises an eyebrow. "Did Robin put you up to this? She said you freaked out after I left my porn out on my nightstand on accident when you slept over. Are you homophobic or something?"

Eddie practically loses his balance. "Steve- we- you- I'm-" He stumbles through forty different responses. "I'm not homophobic."

Steve shrugs. "Are you mad it had guys and girls in it? It's not the 70s anymore, Munson-"

"We own the same BDSM Leather Daddy magazine."

They stare at each other for a second.

Steve clears his throat. "Well, I was kind of hoping you'd have jock porn or something, but your type is your business."

"Why would you hope I had jock porn?"

There's a loud throat-clearing noise from the break room, Robin peaking her head out. "Can you two take your horrible flirting somewhere else? I'm getting traumatized over here."

"Sorry, Rob." They mumble in unison.

"Thank you." She says, before spinning away in her chair.

Steve leans in and whispers. "I was hoping you had jock porn because then all the times you bent over the counter and shoved your tits in my face would make sense."

[andvys]

The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter twenty

⭐︎ If you can't survive, just try

Warnings: hurt/comfort?, mentions of death, mentions of grief and depression, but mostly just fluff

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: When Nancy whisks you away for the day, Steve is left facing his fears.

Word count: 8.7k+

Author's note: my apologies for taking so long with this chapter, I was struggling sm! but I hope you're gonna enjoy this sweet little part! and as always thank you my love @hellfire--cult ♡ (also pretty sure I've used these header pics before but we will pretend that I didnt, thanks)

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The map is propped up on Eddie’s lap, his eyes are squinted and focused as he goes over the nearby area with you. You put little crosses on the spots that need to be checked out, using your pink marker. 

“I doubt that we’ll find anything at the gun store,” Eddie mumbles as he grabs your marker and puts a little cross over the downtown area. “The sign on the highway was way too big for others not to have looted that place.” 

“Still worth a try.” You shrug. 

“Yeah, we could use some ammo.” Nancy nods as she slings the strap of her rifle over her shoulder. She is leaning against the wall beside the door, ready to leave. “Maybe a few new guns just to be safe.” 

Eddie agrees with her with a curt nod. 

The past hundreds of miles you have passed were clear – no dark clouds, no red lightning, no blood staining the streets. Nothing. Now you stopped on the outskirts of a small town that seems to be just as safe, from a distance at least. The sky is blue, and the birds are chirping. This place doesn’t reek of death. It seems to bloom with life. 

“Yeah, maybe some food too.” Steve murmurs from your side. “We could look in the houses as well.” 

“Yeah! That’s where you can usually find the gold mines!” You say, smiling at your boyfriend before you look back at the map, missing the way Nancy and Eddie share a look. 

Steve is sitting right next to you, his hand resting on the seat behind you. He is close. He always is. When he doesn’t have his arm wrapped around you, he is holding your hand. When he isn’t holding your hand, he has his hands on you in some different way. He is always with you, always around you, always following you. Eddie observed that Nancy did too. It would have been sweet if he weren’t so obsessed about it, if his eyes didn’t flicker with panic every time you leave his side for just a second. 

Eddie knows why that is, and he can’t help but worry. 

And while Eddie is worried, Nancy can’t help but feel annoyed and a little pissed. She is happy for you and for him, for the both of you, but she misses her alone time with you. Ever since Steve got his shit together, she couldn’t find a single moment to be with just you. Whenever she tries to talk about something that she just wants only you to know, he interrupts by coming up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and clinging to you like a kitten in need of affection. It’s cute, really, and after all that you've both been through, it’s nice to see that. But she also just wants a moment alone with you, just one. 

And while she wants some much needed girls’ time. Eddie wants a serious talk with Steve. 

“Great,” Steve nods. “Sunshine can stay here and you and Nancy–”

You are already shaking your head, but before you can say anything, Eddie opens his mouth first. 

“Nope.” Eddie shakes his head before Steve can even finish his sentence. “You and I are staying in the RV, big boy. The girls are going.” 

Your eyes light up, and a smile breaks out on your face when your eyes lock with blue ones. Nancy winks at you, smiling proudly while a frown appears on Steve’s face and he tenses up beside you. 

“I’m not letting the two of them go by themselves!” Steve says in anger. His eyes flicker from you to Eddie to Nancy and back to you. 

Nancy rolls her eyes at him and pushes herself off the wall with a sigh. 

“Is it because we are women, Steve?” 

You almost giggle when Steve’s eyes grow wide in panic and he quickly shakes his head at her. 

“What? No! That’s not what I mean at all, I just–”

“Great!” Nancy smiles and walks towards you. She reaches for the map in Eddie’s lap and then grabs your hand, pulling you up from the couch and away from your boyfriend, who is watching helplessly. “Then we can go!”

Steve’s shoulders slump in defeat, especially when he sees the way your eyes flash with excitement. You want to go. You want to go with Nancy. You want to do something. Steve knows that you are accustomed to this — fending for yourself, fighting on your own, and surviving on your own. It didn’t occur to him that you might have missed it since joining their group. Going out there. 

It makes him feel uneasy to let you go out there, especially without him. 

What if something happens and he isn’t there to protect you?

What if–

“Alright!” Eddie claps his hands together, smiling triumphantly as he gets up. “Take a flare, your gun, machete, and if you find any gas or car batteries, come back and let me know.” 

Steve blinks. His heart jumps in his chest when you get up and waste no time getting ready. You fasten your holster around your thigh, throw on the backpack that Nancy had already prepared. 

Steve rises to his feet and runs his hand through his hair in distress. He presses his lips into a thin line as his fear filled eyes follow your every movement. His heart races a little faster when you bend down to make sure your laces are properly tied. 

Eddie glances at the brunette, and he can’t help but feel bad when he finds him watching you like that, looking like a puppy who got kicked into a corner. 

He glances at Nancy, who rolls her eyes at him. Steve will survive a couple of hours without you, she is sure of that. 

“Okay!” You turn around to face your boyfriend, smiling happily at him. You step towards him and throw your arms around him. He instantly snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you close and tight against him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, and he breathes in your scent with his eyes closed. It calms him down, a little. 

Every time he holds you, he never wants to let go. 

You pull back too soon for his liking. You rise to your tippy toes and lean in, pecking his lips happily, “I’ll be back soon!” You promise. 

The short kiss is enough to make his heart melt, to make his stomach flutter, to make him crave more. 

You turn around, but before you can even take a step away from him, he grabs your hand and pulls you back. He cups your cheeks and leans down to give you a proper kiss. He ignores the groans of Nancy and Eddie, who have gotten sick from all the pda you both perform, by now. 

You sigh happily into the kiss, and it does everything to light that fire inside of him. 

“Come back to me in one piece, baby.” Steve murmurs against your lips, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he leans his forehead against yours. He has already promised himself that he will only let you do this once. The moment you are back, he is not letting you go again. 

“Of course, Stevie.” You whisper, gazing up into his hazel eyes as you wrap your hands around his wrists. “I’ll always come back to you.” You say with every intent to stay true to your words, for now and for always.

“Promise?” 

You nod and tilt your head a little to kiss his palm, “promise.” 

Steve nods. The worry never fades in his eyes, though. And he knows he won’t be able to rest once you set foot outside. 

“Okay.” He whispers, breathing in shakily. “Be careful out there.”

“Always.” You nod and squeeze his wrists before you lean in again, meeting him in the middle for a last kiss before you slip away from him. “See you later, Stevie.” 

His smile doesn’t match the one on your face; it’s weak and nervous, and the coil in his throat grows when your hand leaves his touch. “Later, Sunshine.”

Steve can’t help but follow you out. He knows you are safe. He knows you can fight, that you know how to survive. And you’re with Nancy, who, like you, knows how to fight. 

But he can’t help the worry that grows inside of him when you walk away after saying goodbye to Eddie. 

And he can’t help but start pacing the moment you get farther and farther away from him. 

Eddie watches him for a while, giving him a moment, hoping that his pacing will stop. It doesn’t. Steve is stressed; if it wasn’t the pacing around giving it away, then it would have been his heavy breathing. 

And Eddie can’t help but huff and sigh at his friend. The farther you get away and out of Steve’s eyesight, the more he stresses. 

With his arms crossed, the metalhead stops before him, “we need to talk.” Eddie says. 

The seriousness in Eddie’s voice alerts him, and he instantly looks at his friend, meeting his eyes. Steve knits his eyebrows together when he notices the frustration and the… sadness? 

“What–”

“We should sit down.” Eddie nudges his chin towards the RV. 

Steve hesitates. His eyes flicker back and forth between Eddie and the road you are walking down. He takes a deep breath. 

“Steve.” Eddie’s voice is stern, no amusement left in it. It’s what makes Steve turn back and nod. 

“Alright.” The brunette sighs as he takes another look your way before he heads inside the RV. He takes a seat on the couch again, furrowing his eyebrows at his friend, whose face seems tense. “Is everything okay?”

Eddie looks at him for a moment, silently. With a sigh, he nods his head. 

“Yeah, just…” Eddie stops, running his hand through his hair, and he looks around like he is trying to find the right words. “I worry.” 

Steve tilts his head aside, a habit he picked up from you without even noticing. 

“What?”

Eddie sighs again, knowing that Steve doesn’t even notice. There is so much Eddie wants to say, and yet he struggles with his words. He prepared himself for that moment, talked to Nancy about it too, and yet now he is at a loss for words – but it might also be the slightest fear that he has of Steve’s reaction. 

Eddie pushes himself off the wall and takes a seat across from him. He takes in the look on Steve’s face, seeing the wide, confused eyes, the slumped shoulders, and the curiosity – like a goddamn puppy, you need to gain the trust of. 

“You can smell my hand when I say this but–” Eddie pauses when confusion strikes Steve’s face. The scrunch of his nose indicates his misunderstanding of Eddie’s words. 

“I don’t want to smell your fucking hand, Munson.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, groaning, “metaphorically, dumbass!” 

Steve’s lips part, and he mumbles a quiet ‘oh!’ with a nod of his head before his face grows irritated and he gets impatient. “What is it, Eddie? I’m not in the mood!” 

Eddie sighs for what seems like the hundredth time today, “well that’s kinda what I wanted to talk about, I’m just worried, man.”

“What about?” Steve frowns as he leans forward, pressing his hands together as he rests his elbows on his knees. 

“You! I worry about you, okay?” Eddie finally lets the words spill from his lips. 

“Me!?” Steve mumbles in confusion. “W-What, why!?”

“You’re obsessed! Obsessed with protecting Sunshine–”

“Huh!” Steve frowns, shaking his head as the irritation grows even deeper. 

“Listen,” Eddie murmurs, giving him a pointed look. “At first I thought it was cute, how attached you are to her, how you always want her close– and I don’t blame you for that, I don’t mind the pda, but you follow her around wherever she goes. You get anxious when she isn’t by your side for two damn minutes! You tense up whenever she leaves to take a freaking shower–”

“Did she say something?” Steve interrupts with wide eyes, feeling the drop of his stomach already at the thought of you being annoyed by how clingy he might be. 

“No!” Eddie exclaims, feeling a mixture of frustration and guilt creeping up inside of him. “She didn’t, Steve. She loves it, trust me, but that’s not what this is about. This is about me worrying for your sanity! You think you have to be by her side every second of the day because you think that something bad will happen the moment you step away from her. She is not some fragile little thing that needs protection, Steve. That girl is tougher than all of us combined. She was out there by herself for so long; if anyone knows how to get by in this world, then it’s her! She knows how to survive, how to fight, how to live – which brings me to the next topic.” Eddie finally explodes, the words now rolling off his tongue effortlessly. “I kept thinking about what you said to me that night in Wyoming.” 

Steve swallows when he sees the hurt lingering in Eddie’s eyes. An uneasy feeling settles into the pit of his stomach. 

“She made you live again, she brought you back to us, and I will forever appreciate her for that, but you said something that hurt me a little, Steve.” Eddie admits, his voice now softer than before. 

Steve shakes his head in confusion, waiting for him to continue. 

“You said that if something were to happen to her, you wouldn’t know how to keep going – like she is the only reason you are here with us, like she is what and who you live for. Not for me, or Nancy, or Dustin, or anyone else out there still waiting for you. You made it sound like we are not worth staying for.” Eddie speaks with sadness and guilt in his voice when he sees the way Steve’s eyes soften. “I know it sounds selfish but… it feels like we don’t matter, like we– like I’m not important to you.” 

Steve’s stomach drops at his words, and the guilt spreads so suddenly inside of him, lighting up like a fire. 

Eddie knits his eyebrows together as he looks at his friend. 

“I love her, man. She is like a sister to me, and I want you to know that I’m here too. I would protect that girl with my life, and so would Nancy; hell, Wheeler would kill for her.” 

A weak smile tugs at Steve’s lips, but the guilt in him grows stronger and stronger. He didn’t mean to make Eddie feel that way, like he doesn’t matter to him, like he wouldn’t do anything for him. 

“I know what happened to Robin is part of this… obsession with protecting your girl, but Steve… I understand it, I really do, but you need to get rid of that fear… It’s gonna kill you, it’s gonna rob you of any good moment because you’ll keep letting it consume you.”

Steve swallows the lump in his throat as he looks down at his wrist; the lilac hair tie that used to be around your wrist is now around his own. He knows that Eddie is right, but he can’t help it, especially when it comes to you. 

Robin was the first real friend that he had. The first to ever care for him that way, to first to have an honest friendship with him. And his first friend ended up a great loss. How can he not let the fear consume him? How can he not worry about you? How can he not fear losing you? 

He doesn’t say anything, just nods. 

And Eddie gives him a moment to let those words sink in. 

A mix of emotions rushes through Steve, but it’s mainly guilt and the impression he gave off to a friend who means so much to him. A friend who didn’t hesitate to jump into the water to save him, who didn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself for a town that hated him, who did everything to protect him and his friend – even if it meant dying. 

“I worried about you so much, Eddie.” 

Eddie frowns at him, “what?”

“That night in the upside down.” Steve states. 

A shiver runs down Eddie’s spine, and a lump grows in his throat as his face pales a little. He can still feel their claws in his skin from when they tried to tear him apart. He can still feel the cold ground on his skin while he was bleeding out. 

Steve was the one who dragged him out of there, and to this day, he doesn’t know how he got him back to the other side, but he did. 

“I know we weren’t friends back then, but those few days we spent together before that night showed me what Dustin saw in you. And I knew I was an idiot for having the impression of you that I had–”

Eddie shakes his head, bringing his hand up with a chuckle, “don’t feel bad, I thought you were a jerk.”

Steve chuckles softly, nodding as he closes his eyes for a moment. 

“I know. I was a jerk.” He points out, not blaming Eddie for thinking that of him. 

“But go on,” Eddie urges him with a satisfied grin. “I wanna know what the Steve back then thought of me.”

Steve can’t help but roll his eyes at the metalhead, though still smiling. 

“I thought that you were a pretty cool guy… and that I wanted to be your friend.” Steve leaves out the part in which he visited him at the hospital while he was still in a coma. A slight frown crosses his face, “and I’m sorry, Eddie… I’m sorry for making you feel like you aren’t important to me; you are. The reason why I pushed you away after losing Robin was because I was scared… I was scared of letting you in just to lose you too.” Steve admits with a heavy heart, but with so much generosity in his voice. 

Eddie’s brown eyes soften. Those words ease his mind a little. The tension falls off his shoulders when he notices how guilty Steve looks, how bad he feels. 

Steve breathes in deeply, looking down at his hands again as he swallows harshly, “and… I didn’t mean to make you feel that way again. I’m very sorry. You mean so much to me, even if I’m bad at showing it.” 

Eddie can tell that it’s not something easy to him, being vulnerable, being this open, being honest, and showing feelings. It’s why he pushed you away for so long. 

“I love you, man.” Steve mumbles as his eyes glisten with tears. He rarely said it to Robin, and he regrets it so much. 

If Eddie’s eyes weren’t showing nothing but softness before, they would’ve by now. Warmth spreads in his chest, and a soft smile appears on his face. He knows and he can see that this wasn't easy for Steve — but he can also see the way Steve let’s out a deep breath, like he’s finally gotten words out that he kept in for so long. It was right to confront him. 

Eddie leans forward and reaches his hand out to him. Steve looks at it for a moment. He blinks and sniffles, wiping away a stray tear before he grabs Eddie’s hand. 

“I love you too, dude.” Eddie says softly, making the man look at him. “I’m proud of you, you know?” 

Steve raises his eyebrows at him. 

“You got over your fears, you went and got your girl. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable, to show feelings, with me now too. That requires strength, lots of it, especially after what you’ve been through last year.” 

Steve sniffles again, still looking at him. Eddie’s words mean more to him than he will ever know. He nods, still wiping tears he refuses to let fall. 

“Don’t fall back, don’t let this fear consume you and ruin every good moment…” Eddie murmurs softly, squeezing his hand. 

“I’ll try…” Steve whispers, knowing he is right. 

“And don’t get me wrong!” Eddie’s eyes widen, as he raises his free hand up in surrender. “I don’t blame you for being so goddamn touchy and attached to her hip, I think that’s fucking cute!” 

Steve can’t help but roll his eyes now, though his lips curl into a soft smile as his cheeks flush. 

“You both match each other’s clinginess — and I’m saying that in a good way. It’s sweet. Clingy is cute.” Eddie grins. “Just be less anxious chihuahua, alright?”

Steve scrunches his nose up, scoffing, “chihuahua… but yeah, I’ll do my best.” 

Eddie chuckles at his disapproving voice.

“You always do, Steve.” He nods, squeezing his hand once more before he lets go. 

“Yeah…” Steve whispers, and looks at the ground for a moment. Taking a few deep breaths before he meets Eddie’s eyes again. “Thank you.” 

“What for?” The metalhead asks. 

“For being honest with me,” Steve tells him. “And for being my friend.”

A soft smile appears on Eddie’s face, and he shakes his head. “You don’t need to thank me—“

“But I do, I never knew what real friendships were… until Robin and Dustin, then you came along, and Nancy— even though she wants to kick my ass like on a daily basis, and probably wants to steal my girlfriend—“

“Oh, she absolutely does.” Eddie nods, making Steve snort. 

“I’m glad I have you on my side.” Steve admits with softness in his voice. His eyes drift to the ground. 

Eddie smiles at his friend, feeling relieved to have had this conversation. 

“Me too, Steve. And I’m glad we could talk.”

A smile tugs at Steve’s lips, and he slowly looks up again, noting the way the hurt and anger have disappeared in Eddie’s eyes again. 

“Yeah, me too.”

The energy shifts between them when everything has been said. They fall quiet for a moment, before Eddie looks at him, eyeing him slowly. 

The frown on Steve’s face and the line between his brows disappeared. Luckily. He notices the mark on Steve’s neck when he tilts his head to the side. A smirk appears on Eddie’s face. 

He knows something happened between you and a few days ago, something more. It was obvious by the way he forbade Nancy and him to enter the RV. And when the music turned up, he knew something was about to go down. And that he did. 

It was cute how flustered and shy you were the next entire day, how you looked at Steve with those big doe eyes, blushing every time he smiled at you and kissed you. 

And Steve, he looked like he won the lottery. Eddie doesn’t remember the last time he saw him smile as much as he did after that. It was nice to see. 

He clears his throat, “so…”

Steve raises his eyebrow at him. 

“Was it good?” Eddie asks, holding back a smirk. 

“What?”

“Was it good?” Eddie repeats, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Steve frowns, pursing his lips as he tilts his head to the side. 

“What was good?” Steve mumbles with genuine confusion in his features. 

Eddie rolls his eyes when he realizes that Steve won’t catch on. 

“...How was the pussy, Harrington?”

Steve’s brown eyes grow wide, and his cheeks instantly flush. He was never one for sex talk with friends. Maybe as a teenager, but even then it was just his ‘friends’ being stupid. 

A part of him wants to talk about it though, tell him how crazy he feels about you, how amazing, special it felt to be so intimate with you despite these circumstances. But the bigger part of him wants to keep it hidden, wants to keep it for just himself. 

With red cheeks, Steve shakes his head and gets up, making his way back out. 

“Hey!” Eddie yells as his shoulders slump, eyes flickering around the RV before they settle on the tiny box on the table filled with some of your stuff. “If they have girls talk, we have boys talk!” 

He pushes himself up from the couch, making his way towards the table, he looks inside and a grin appears on his face as his eyes light up. He reaches for the tiny bottles. 

“Wanna paint our nails too!?” Eddie asks, grabbing them with zero hesitation before he follows Steve out. “Not taking no for an answer.”

Steve looks at Eddie as though he had gone crazy when he comes out, holding those bottles in front of his face. 

“Munson–”

“Nope!” Eddie shakes his head, grinning mischievously. “We are so doing that.”

Steve can only sigh in response, knowing it’s a lost cause to fight against him. 

“Sunshine’s gonna love this.” Eddie chuckles, knowing that this will be enough to convince. 

He knows he’s right when he sees the softness in Steve’s eyes. 

At least he knows now how to convince him to do things. 

-

The town is peaceful and quiet; it would have been eerie if it weren’t for the sun shining brightly and the birds chirping loudly. It’s as abandoned as any town is nowadays, and despite life and people missing here, it’s still beautiful. Untouched by this world. The streets are clean, except for the dry leaves still laying around from last fall. The windows are dusty, a little dirty, but still intact. Abandoned cars are still parked on the streets. There is no blood, no bodies, no death around here, just a town in which the people stopped existing. 

Nancy is walking beside you quietly, her backpack already filled with ammo you found at the first stop you made, the gun store. Like you had already expected, you didn’t get so lucky there. It was mostly cleared out, but you still found a set of new knives laying around under the shelves. You looked for a new switchblade for Steve and got lucky there at least. 

You walk past an abandoned clothing store. The mannequin is wearing a dress, one that you would have definitely gone inside to try it on. It’s a beautiful pastel yellow, with thin straps and the finest flowers on it. A sundress perfect for a picnic, or a date. 

You slow down a little, eyes stuck on it now. 

You would have loved to wear something like this for a first proper date with Steve. You know he would have loved it too. Going to Central Park, laying on the grass as the sun hits the both of you, children playing around you, and dogs barking as they play fetch. A small band playing far away on the bridge, and the two of you sharing food with one another, laughing.

Something that was so normal then, feels like an impossible dream now.

Nancy furrows your eyebrows when she looks away from the map in her hands when she notices that you aren’t beside her anymore. She stops and turns around, finding you staring at the dress in the window longingly. 

“Do you want it?” Nancy asks, a smile tugging at her lips. 

You shake your head with a sigh, “what for? Can’t wear it anyways.” You mumble and tear your eyes away from it. You catch up to her again and look around, “we should focus on more important things like food and medicine.” 

Nancy’s eyes linger on the dress for a moment, even as you continue your way down the street and towards the pharmacy. She looks up at the sign above the store, reading the name of it before she goes after you. 

“We could still get it!” Nancy smiles at you as she catches up. “You could wear it in California!” 

You shake your head with a smile, “it’s fine, Nance.” 

You notice the way she hesitates, looking back at the store. 

“Nancy,” you smile and reach for her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Imagine how ridiculous I would look fighting in a dress!” 

Nancy furrows her eyebrows, shaking her head at you. “No, you would look hot, but the only one fighting would be your boyfriend by tearing that dress off.” 

Your stomach flips at her words. Boyfriend. You feel like a little girl when it comes to Steve. Excitement and giddiness rushing through you in a way they never did before. 

“Stop…” You try to hold back a giggle when you push her shoulder, especially when she starts wiggling her eyebrows. 

Nancy’s eyes light up when she sees how flustered you get, how you always do. A giggle falling from her own lips. She thinks it’s adorable. She knows what happened between you and Steve after she accidentally revealed your night with Aaron. She felt terrible, at least until she saw you the next day, covered in hickeys, face glowing in a different way, a smile on your face brighter than she’d ever seen, and Steve, he wore the same smile. 

You shake your head and look down with a smile on your face. 

Nancy bites back her own smile. It’s nice to see you like this, happy and smitten. Despite Steve clinging to you like a vice. You don’t seem to mind it at all; if anything, it looks like you are enjoying his clinginess. 

Silence falls between you both; it’s comfortable and peaceful. 

The pharmacy is shut down, the door locked. On your solo travel, you have learned that that has always been a good sign. And a look inside the dusty window shows you that the shelves are still stocked. 

You knock on the glass, waiting to see if anything is hiding there. But the noise doesn’t seem to alert anything, no monsters, no turned people. 

“Looks good.” Nancy murmurs before she reaches for the crowbar tucked into your backpack. 

“Have you ever done this before?” You ask as you step aside, giving her the room she needs to open the door. 

The look she gives you over her shoulder is enough of an answer, and it makes you chuckle. 

“Stupid question, ma’am. My apologies.” You place your hand on your chest. “Hot independent woman.” 

Nancy rolls her eyes, though with a smile on her face. The way you talk to her reminds her of Robin sometimes. 

The door creaks when it opens, and she hands you back the crowbar, instantly reaching for her gun in case something does come out from behind the shelves. You wrap your hands around the metal tightly, ready to fight with it if needed. 

Nancy whistles and takes a step inside, cringing at the loud floorboards beneath her boots. 

You look around, closing the door behind you on your way inside. You glance at the empty street, making sure that nothing follows you both. 

You both step in different directions, checking every corner of the pharmacy just to be sure. The town might be fully abandoned, but you can never be too safe in a world like this.

“Alright, it’s clear.” Nancy calls out to you after checking the storage. 

You both meet back in the front and instantly start looking through the medicine, opening your backpacks and stocking up on antibiotics, tylenol, and bandages. 

Nancy grabs some vitamin pills off the shelf, throwing them into her backpack as well. 

“This is almost too good.” You mumble when you stop in front of the fully stocked up toiletry shelf. You throw some shampoo and body wash into your backpack, followed by deodorant and toothpaste. 

“Is that pessimism I hear in your voice, Sunshine?” Nancy teases a few aisles away from you. 

“Can’t blame me on this one, most stores are wiped clean,” you mumble as you eye the moisturizers. You stop hurrying to fill your already heavy backpack when your eyes fall on the razors and the shaving cream. For a moment, you contemplate. Steve didn’t seem to mind it the first time, when you weren’t shaved and you didn’t have any time to even think about it or feel insecure over it, and he was like a feral animal, all you saw in his eyes was lust and the need for you. 

You stare at the razor and the berry scented moisturizer for a while. 

You almost feel silly, worrying about smooth and nice smelling skin in a world like this. But you want to smell good, you want to feel good when you have your first time with him. So, without thinking any more about it, you grab it and throw it inside your backpack before you move on, reaching for anything relevant you can find. 

“We got so lucky here.” Nancy smiles to herself as she zips up her full backpack after stuffing it full. She throws the strap over her shoulder, and starts making her way to you. “There’s a neighbourhood I wanted to check out–” She halts in her tracks when you turn around abruptly after throwing something in your bag. You look like a deer caught in headlights – your eyes are wide and you start blushing. 

Nancy presses her lips together, raising her eyebrows at you. Amusement rushes through her when she glances at the items behind you. 

“Do you need a moment?” She asks, trying not to laugh. 

“No.” You squeak out, shaking your head. “No, I’m done here!” 

Nancy’s eyes follow you when you brush past her and practically rush towards the snack shelf. She struggles to hold back her chuckles when she looks back at the small boxes. She doesn’t follow you; instead, she stays back and looks down in amusement. 

Her conversation with Steve is still in the back of her mind, and how he asked for her help to make your first time special. She owes him something, and it’s not just that; she wants to help because it’s you. Steve is right, you deserve more than a night in the RV; you deserve something special. 

Nancy bites down on her lip, and she looks out the window and across the street. She looks back at you. Your face is still flustered, but you are now distracted by the variety of chocolates. 

“Hey, uh, I’ll get some fresh air and wait outside!” 

You don’t question her and only nod, grateful to have a moment to yourself after getting caught packing the box of condoms. You look between all the candies, wondering how this place was left this untouched. Given all the places you have gone through before, all the empty stores, this is almost becoming scary. 

When you walk out a few minutes later, you find Nancy crossing the street, smiling cheekily at you. You don’t question it, thinking she is still teasing because of the condoms. 

“Ready to go?” Nancy asks cheerfully, pointing her finger towards the end of the street.

You hum and nod your head, holding onto the straps of your backpack, you make your way towards her and give her a small smile. 

Nancy’s blue eyes flicker across your face, and her lips are still stretched into a smile. She reaches behind you and pulls your braid out from behind the backpack. 

“Oh, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she grins at you and pats your back, “come on.” 

Amusement sparks inside your chest when she keeps on smiling, satisfied and happy. You haven’t seen her that way in a while, and it makes your heart swell to know that it’s only because of you, because she gets to spend time alone with you. You always craved to have a friend like that, one who gets excited to spend time with you, one who looks forward to being with you, one who does thoughtful little gestures, one who feels the same. 

The walk into the neighbourhood is spent in comfortable silence for a few minutes before you fall into a conversation about your favorite books and movies, about the things you loved to bake and cook before the world ended. 

She asks you about New York, even though she asked so many times before. There is still so much she wants to know; there is still so much you haven’t told her yet. You tell her about all the book stores, all the coffee shops you used to love going to after a long day in school. You tell her about the record store you used to work at on the weekends, and the parties that your ex-boyfriend used to drag you to. 

She listens with a smile on her face, except for when you mention the guy who screwed you over. Nancy loves to hear about you, about your life before all this. 

And you love to hear about her, about her summer jobs and what she loved doing, about her family and Robin. 

When you sit down on the porch steps of one of the houses you have scavenged, you share a pack of trail mix and enjoy the feeling of the afternoon sun on your skin. You pick out a chocolate-covered almond and pop it in your mouth, closing your eyes in enjoyment. “Mmh.” You smile as you let the chocolate melt on your tongue. “I love trail mix.” 

Nancy chuckles softly, “no, you love chocolate.” 

You chew the almond and open your eyes again, glancing at her, “... true.” 

She shakes her head at you, “you have a sweet tooth, Sunshine.” 

“I do, there’s no denying that.” 

A solemn look crosses Nancy’s features, and she stays quiet for a moment. The look in her eyes is suddenly distant, like her mind is stuck somewhere far away, recalling memories. 

“Robin loved to bake.” 

Her voice is filled with sadness, and her eyes are now too. She doesn’t hide it, not bothering to in front of you. 

“After the upside down… when we thought that we won and things were okay for a while, she would visit me at my summer job and bring me lunch, food from the diner at first, and then she started bringing sweet treats. Muffins, Brownies, Cookies– god, she made the best Cookies!” Nancy exclamins, smiling at those memories. “She was always so nervous, thinking I wouldn’t like it, but it was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” 

A sad smile tugs at your lips, and you lean your elbow on your knee, resting your head in your hand as you listen to her. 

“Then she started adding cute notes– not pick-up lines,” Nancy shakes her head, feeling the need to clarify. “It was sweet, romantic. It’s when I started falling for her.”

She pauses, looking up at the sky.

“I was scared… and a part of me wanted to run away from all those new feelings I was experiencing, but when she looked at me with those eyes, I knew there was no use in running… I didn’t want to run away, not from her.” 

You reach for her hand when you see the tears in her eyes. It hurts to see her suffering. It hurts to know that she lost someone she felt that way for. 

“I never felt such love for anyone before, not even Jonathan… and I thought that what I had with him was true love.” She says, smiling sadly as she looks down at your hand. “But… she was it. She was everything to me.” 

You swallow the growing lump in your throat. You can feel her hand shaking, you can see her trying to hold back tears as the sadness deepens. 

“Everything felt right with her.” She whispers softly. 

You know that feeling now too. You have that with Steve. Something that was always missing in your whole life, you have found with him. 

“I wish you had more time together.” You whisper, looking at her in sadness. “I wish I could’ve gotten to know her. She sounds amazing.” 

Nancy nods, lifting her head to look at you. “She was.”

You hold her hand and scoot closer to her, letting her lay her head on your shoulder. There aren’t any words needed. This is enough. No one was there for her when she lost Robin, not because she didn’t have anyone to comfort her, to help her through the grief, but because her feelings were a secret and nobody knew about her and Robin at that time. 

She was all alone with her suffering. 

“Tell me more about her,” you say after a moment of comfortable silence, knowing that this is a part of healing. Talking about the people, the things you have lost. 

And she does, happily so, she starts talking about her, and what starts off with sadness and tears ends with giggles and smiles because Robin happened to have a lot of funny moments, a lot of silly accidents that led to their secret relationship. 

And when Nancy talks about their first night together, when they fell asleep beneath the stars after they kissed and kissed, you can’t help your question. 

“Did you two ever…?” 

Nancy giggles a little, wiping a stray tear off her blushing cheek as she nods. 

“Oh, yeah.” She bites her lip. “We did.”

You cup your cheeks, giggling now with her as you both lean towards each other like two little school girls finding out about a first kiss. And you continue on giggling when she tells you all about that night. Saying how it felt the way she always imagined it to. Speaking of those fireworks you read in books about and it only makes you more intrigued, more excited. 

“I can’t wait for it… I can’t wait to have sex.” You blurt out without thinking, causing Nancy to chuckle loudly. 

“Girl, I can tell.” She laughs, glancing at your backpack. 

You push her shoulder and groan in embarrassment. 

“No, no, Sweetie. I’m glad you’re thinking about being safe. I love how you grabbed the biggest size, you got a lot of faith in your man.” 

“Nancy!” You groan again, burying your face in your hands. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Nancy giggles, patting your back as she looks down at you in amusement. 

“I just–” You pause, trying to gather your thoughts. Your cheeks are suddenly burning very hotly as you think of your boyfriend that way. “I-I don’t even know what to expect! Is it… Is it gonna hurt? Am I gonna be… do… good? Is he gonna feel good with me–”

“Sunshine.” Nancy grabs your hand firmly, giving it a strong squeeze. “You don’t need to worry about these things, you know why?” 

You wait for her to continue, looking at her with big eyes. 

“You are with someone you feel safe with. You are with someone you feel comfortable with.” She smiles, speaking of her own experience with Robin. “And Steve will guide you. He will take care of you, trust me, he is dying to take care of you.” She says, giggling when your eyes light up. 

Your heart flutters at the mere thought of it, of being this intimate with him. 

Nancy smiles as she watches you. She knows exactly what you are feeling – the anticipation, the excitement, the adoration for someone you waited to be with for so long. That special something that you will only get to feel with that one person, who is Steve in your case. 

Which used to be Robin in hers. 

She looks around, taking in the beautiful street with the willow trees. There is a house at the end of the road, one that looks just as untouched as the rest of this town does. It has a huge garage, one that seems to provide enough space for the RV. 

And this town is safe – safe to stay in for a night. 

She did make a promise to Steve. 

She takes another look at you before her eyes flicker back to the beautiful house. 

“Hey Sunshine, wanna check out one more house?” 

-

The grass is dull and flat from Steve’s pacing. He is huffing and taking deep breaths as he keeps on tugging at his hair, looking out into the distance with anxious eyes. 

Eddie is leaning against the RV with a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes flicker with amusement, though he does feel a little bad for the brunette, knowing how freaked out he is that you haven’t returned yet. 

Eddie knows that separating him from you is and will be a one-time thing. It was necessary, but Steve won’t ever let it happen again, no matter what he or Nancy says. 

“Where are they…” Steve stresses as he paces around the fire Eddie started about an hour ago. 

“They’ll be here soon, don’t worry, loverboy, your Sunshine will be back in your arms in no time.” Eddie blows out the smoke before he throws the cigarette on the ground, killing the flame with his boot. 

Steve only huffs in response, not really looking his way. Suddenly, he halts in his tracks, placing his hands on his hips the way he usually does. He furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head. 

“They should have been back by now…” He mumbles to himself and runs his hand down his face as all the what if’s start going through his head, ones that will only lead him to insanity if he lets them happen. “That’s it, I’m going–”

“Look.” Eddie cuts him off, smiling. 

Steve glances at him to find him staring into the distance. His eyes follow, and when they spot the little light in the distance, and you are walking down the hill with the moonlight shining down on you, the biggest weight gets lifted off his shoulders. Relief floods through him as his heart calms in his chest. 

Without even thinking about it, Steve takes off and starts running towards you, unable to wait until you make your way to him. He meets you in the middle. 

“Stevie– oh!” You squeal as you almost lose balance when your boyfriend wraps his arms around you, nearly knocking you off your feet with the sudden impact. He holds you so tightly, as though you had been gone for years and just came back from the war. 

Steve buries his face in the crook of your neck. He breathes in your scent and hugs you against his body so strongly. His heart is pounding from the running, but mostly from the worrying. Now it feels whole again. He can breathe again. He can relax again. His heart swells when you wrap your arms around his torso, laying your head on his chest as he cups the back of it, sinking his fingers into your hair. 

“I’m never letting you go again, Sunshine.” Steve whispers against your skin. 

Nancy watches the two of you with a smile on her face. With a shake of her head, she continues making her way towards the RV. 

“I’m okay, Steve!” You giggle at your boyfriend, pulling back to look at him. 

“I’m not.” He whispers, revealing his soft brown eyes that are filled with fear. “I hate to be away from you.” He leans his forehead against your own as he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks. 

Who would have thought that he would ever be this vulnerable with you? 

“Don’t ever leave me again,” he pleads. 

Your heart flutters at his touch, at his words, at the way he looks at you. Words can’t describe what you see in his eyes, but it does everything to make your insides light up. 

And Steve, after all day of feeling like he was going crazy, he finally has you back in his arms and he can’t help his next move. 

“I won’t–”

Steve tilts your head up and leans down, kissing all over your face – your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your chin, your forehead. And it makes you giggle so loudly that finally a smile breaks onto his face. 

“Stevie!” Your giggle makes his heart feel so alive. 

He reaches for your backpack and throws the strap over his shoulder before he bends down, catching you off guard yet again when he scoops you up into his arms, lifting you up bridal style. 

“Oh!” You blush strongly as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck. 

“Oh my god.” Eddie snorts, watching it all unfold from a distance. His amused eyes meet Nancy’s, who looks over her shoulder when you squeal again. She shakes her head with a chuckle. 

“Lovebirds.” Nancy shrugs at Eddie before she lets him pull her into his arms. 

“Did everything go well out there?” Eddie asks, ruffling her hair. 

Nancy slaps his hand away, frowning in annoyance. 

“Yeah, it was great. We found a lot of stuff.” She lets out a groan of relief when Eddie takes the backpack off her shoulders. “Thanks.” She mumbles as she stretches her back. 

“I hope you had a great day with your girl, don’t think it will happen again though.” Eddie chuckles, watching Steve carrying you back to the RV. 

Nancy huffs, though not in annoyance, “yeah, I guess not. But right now, I’m just ready to eat and go to sleep.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Eddie nods, taking in the tired look on her face. 

Steve puts you down in front of the fire, squeezing your waist and stepping away from you for a second. 

Nancy raises her eyebrows at him, but Eddie isn’t looking at her anymore, he is looking over her shoulder, “did you–”

“Nancy.” 

She furrows her eyebrows at the sound of Steve’s voice. She turns around to find Steve standing in front of her. He takes a look at Eddie before he steps towards her in hesitation. In that short moment, she gets to look into his eyes, she notices the guilt in them, reading the sadness that he hid for months and months before you came along. 

He wraps his arms around her and hugs her. It’s a little awkward, but it’s still a hug, one filled with apology for neglecting a friendship they have built and also for the loss she experienced as well last year. 

The hug only lasts for a few seconds, but it tells her that her and Eddie’s plan worked. They talked. 

The moment Steve pulls away from the hug, he gives her a tight lipped smile before he makes his way back to you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his chest, leaning down to kiss your temple. 

Eddie smiles at Nancy, knowing that his conversation with Steve worked out the way they hoped it would. Despite him clinging to you still, it worked. 

“So…” Nancy claps her hands together, smiling. “I spotted a great house we can stay in, lock the RV inside, and we can all get some rest and sleep again!” 

You tilt your head aside, looking at her curiously as you haven’t heard of those plans before. Steve sports a similar look, and it takes him a second to understand what Nancy is getting at. 

She widens her eyes at him, as she looks between you both. 

The expression on her face says it all to Steve; ‘Don’t be stupid.’ 

Steve’s eyes widen in understanding, and his heart flutters wildly in his chest when he looks down at you, knowing that he now gets the opportunity with you. Just the thought of it drives him crazy in a way nothing else ever could. He can’t help but tug you closer, his hands itching to feel more of you. 

“Is that–” You murmur as you look down at his hand, a smile spreading on your face as you reach for it. His nail is painted yellow. 

Steve’s cheeks start to burn when he looks down at you, but his knees weaken and his heart squeezes in his chest when he sees the way your eyes light up. You love it. 

“Couldn’t convince him to paint all his nails, he insisted on just one.” Eddie groans as he proudly shows off his black nails, making Nancy chuckle. 

Just one. 

He let Eddie paint just one. 

His ring finger. 

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[daemonbussy]

Can I ask for a Volt & Eddie smut oneshot?

I hope you have an amazing day or night even if you don't do my request

You got it boss! Hope you're having a great day/night too!

Warnings: Male reader, dom top reader, uuuhhh yeah that's about it

While the Breaker Box bustled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses earlier, it currently houses a calming silence.

Eddie busies himself with cleaning the dirty glasses, Volt makes his way to each table to wipe them down, and you—their favourite helper—make yourself useful by… well, you will make yourself useful in just a moment.

“Live wire, did you need som- o-oh?” Volt stutters. Hips jerking as your gentle hands sneak underneath his shirt with ease.

“Don't mind me. Continue your cleaning.”

He wants to, but the circular motions of wiping the table become jittery, sloppier. Volt bites his lip, peering over his shoulder at you.

That budding blush on his cheeks is too cute. It's abundantly clear that simply touching his chest and abdomen is enough to excite him. You tug Volt closer by the hips, and he gasps — the firm pressure on his ass tells him all that he needs to know.

“It was busy tonight, hm? Busier than usual. You and Eddie worked so hard… allow me to help you unwind, won't you?”

Not a word comes out of those pretty lips of his, but the strained "mhm" that Volt lets out as he presses further into you is more than enough. Tilting your lover's head to the side, you steal a kiss. It's languid and passionate, muffling the moans that begin to circulate as your hands become more eager. Groping at Volt's chest, dragging down his ribcage slowly. His shirt and vest are open now, revealing flushed, glistening skin underneath. Your hands slide down farther, finding and making quick work of Volt's pants.

Over at the bar, Eddie whimpers. Even if he couldn't see the two of you (and he most certainly can see you jerking off your shared boyfriend across the room) Eddie would figure out what was going on by the sensations wracking his body. He's panting, rocking his hips against the insides of his pants as they grow even tighter. A glass nearly slips out of his grip, but Eddie is quick to react, preventing a dangerous mess all over the floor.

“Ah… L-live wire-!! S-slow down-!” Volt wants to protest more, but your warm lips trailing along his neck stop anything coherent from coming out.

Besides, he doesn't fight it when you gently lay him down on the table. Limbs sprawled out and pants tugged off so that you can get to work.

You make the prep just as easy and enjoyable as the rest of the night's activities. Then, you finally give Volt what his body truly needs — the tip pushes past his entrance, and that's what finally breaks Eddie's composure.

You'd kept him in your peripherals, yes, but he does a fantastic job at pretending to be unaffected. He felt every second of Volt's pleasure as if it had been his own; you knew that. But eventually he will crack, and that's when you decide to call him out.

“Having fun over there? Why don't you join the party, dearest?”

Eddie frowns, you swear he even scoffs at you. “Darling, don't be embarrassed, I've seen you do far worse, you know~” at this, both Eddie and Volt whine, blushing even more. “Please, let me take care of you too?”

He sighs heavily, but relents, wobbling his way over to you. The bulge in the front of his pants is painfully obvious, though you find it very cute. Hiding his true feelings isn't Eddie's strong suit; not emotionally or physically.

It's cute really, how lost Eddie looks without instructions. He just stands there, hands twitching as he's unsure of where to hold them, and his gaze falling anywhere but on your face.

“C'mere. Let's get rid of these first…” you unbutton Eddie's pants and help him remove those pesky things. His ears burn a dark red as his cock springs free. He's on the smaller side, one of the many things you adore about him. Precum leaks from his tip, collecting on the underside of his shaft. If you look back towards the table, you'd find Volt's cock in a similar state.

You pat the empty space on the table. “Climb on.”

It's a little difficult to get up there, but with your help and Volt's assistance, he manages. Now Eddie is on all fours, ass presented just for you, and his face hovers just above Volt's so that he may watch every lewd expression that crosses his lover's beautiful face.

This happens sooner rather than later — Eddie reacts to every second of your fingers groping the flesh of his ass, spreading him open just to watch his pretty hole twitch in anticipation. He flinches once he feels your thumb tease the rim, furrowing his brows and holding in the tiny moan trying to escape.

Minus the minute it took to help Eddie up onto the table, you never stopped fucking into your other lover. While Volt is certainly enjoying the show that is Eddie trying to act unfazed, he's been putting on quite the show himself; a low whine accompanying your every thrust, half-lidded, glazed over eyes, and an unbearably stiff cock that bobs with his body, precum dribbling from the tip all the way to the previously clean table.

Your finger pushes in, and both men moan in sync. You use one hand to pull Volt closer by the hip, which causes your cock to hit even deeper, and the effect is quite noticeable. His jaw hangs open, gasping. He's so good at taking all of you — a fact that you won't let him forget. Each thrust into Volt's tight hole makes a loud squelching noise, and that seems to turn him on even more.

“See? Told you I would help you unwind.” you groan in between rough thrusts. Your gaze drifts from Volt's sweaty, fucked out expression to the wet mess that is Eddie's backside.

“Feels good to loosen up after a long day, doesn't it, Eddie~? ” you tease. Your fingers pump in and out of his hole vigorously now, hitting all the right spots.

His voice trembles far more than he would like. “Sh-shut up…”

You feel Volt's walls tighten around you, signaling his incoming release and bringing you closer to yours. “L-live w-wire– I'm–!”

“I know… fuck-” your nails dig into his tender flesh. With a low growl, your movements become sloppy and frantic, slamming into Volt with bruising force.

The first to spill their seed is Volt — his legs quiver as he shoots ropes of cum onto his chest. A moan unbecoming of someone so composed and confident tumbles from Volt's lips. His toes curl as the orgasm makes its way throughout his body, lighting every nerve on fire.

Seeing Volt—and feeling his pleasure, in Eddie's case—causes Eddie and yourself to cum simultaneously. The warmth of your semen fills Volt's core, and your voice when you moan their names drives them both fuckin' wild. Eddie's back arches, and he cums violently while you finger him through it. Covering Volt in even more cum. His gruff voice produces the most beautiful sounds, you always say.

Your lovers are spent, panting and unable to fully open their eyes. You rub Eddie's back, leaning down to kiss his shoulder and whisper in his ear “So good for me… love you~”

Once you regain enough energy to move again, you'll clean all three of you up, then find a nice quiet place to snuggle up together and give your lovers the rest they deserve. Making sure to hold them as they close their eyes, and whispering all manner of praise to them 🩵

[himbosandhardwear]

"Look who's talking, Mr Ponytail and a Crop Top," Steve says with a smartass grin.

Eddie looks down. "Huh?"

"You," he waves toward Eddie's general vicinity, "looking like some kinda Metal Cheerleader." He noticably swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

Okay. This is it, this is the perfect moment to tell Steve he's sending signals that he definitely doesn't understand he's sending.

"Steve," he has to clear his throat before continuing, "I need to tell you something."

He leans in, wide eyed and focused. "Yeah?"

That's not helpful. "Um. So, to guys like me... Gay," he chokes out, still hard to say aloud even though he knows Steve knows, "sometimes you say things or do things that come off as...flirty. And I know you didn't know," he rushes to explain, "but I wanted to make you aware. To not do that. You know, in case the wrong person overhears it. It's a safety concern," he finishes lamely. Safety concern! Ugh. More like 'You're breaking my heart, I can't take much more of it.'

He waits for Steve to say something but he's just blinking owlishly.

"Steve?" He prompts, concerned.

"......yeah?" He finally seems to come back to himself. His eyes drift away, over Eddie's shoulder. "So...you want me to stop flirting?"

"Yeah, just in case, you never know who-" Wait. What? "What?"

Steve still isn't looking him in the eye. "What?" He mumbles.

"Did you say..." He can't even repeat it, it sounds like putting words in his mouth, but he did say that, right?

"Yeah. Sorry. I'll stop. I didn't realize it was bad, I guess. I thought... It's stupid. Nevermind. I'm gonna, um, take off actually. I'll see ya around, maybe."

He hops off the back of the van and actually starts walking away, like they're not 6 miles from his house. That snaps Eddie out of the paralysis spell he was under, adrenaline taking over like a bump of cocaine.

"No!" He shouts, like an insane person, and then takes it one step further by jumping up and tackling Steve into the grass.

"Uggff," Steve grunts when Eddie accidentally shoulders him in the gut, but he ignores the embarrassment in favor of crawling up his body so they're eye to eye.

He gets Steve's face between two hands and smooshes it. "Were you flirting with me on purpose?" He shouts.

"Are you serious?" He mumbles, half coherent, through pursed lips. "I'm gonna jump into the quarry."

"Answer the question!" He rattles Steve's head a little bit, for good measure.

"I work for Scoops Ahoy." Steve deadpans, unamused.

Eddie is going to throw one hell of a tantrum in a second. "Steve."

He smacks Eddie's hands away from his face. Doesn't bother to move out from under Eddie, he notes absently. "Yes, dude, obviously I was flirting with you on purpose! I thought that was, like, an understood thing that was happening. Why are you surprised?"

He feels like he's losing his mind. Why are you surprised the grass is made out of taffy? Would've made more sense as a question.

"Because you're straight." The duh is implied.

Sensibly, he asks, "Why would I flirt with you if I was straight?"

Eddie becomes very aware of every inch they are pressed together. Aware of the sound of the leaves rubbing together in the wind, aware of Judas Priest still playing through his speakers. Love Bites is a hell of a track to be having this revelation to.

"You're not straight?"

"No."

"And you were flirting?"

"Yes."

"With me?"

He rolls his eyes, not an ounce of bitchiness lost to his embarrassment. "No, Eddie, with the crusty blanket on your van floor. Yes, of course with you- Mmmphh!"

They probably shouldn't be making out on the ground at Settlers Quarry in broad daylight but, honestly, the shambling corpse of Jason Carver could show up right now and Eddie would not give two shits. Steve slides a hand down the back of Eddie's pants, grabbing what little bit of ass cheek he has, and Eddie thinks, Hope you're watching from hell, you bastard. Enjoy the show.

[keeryhours]

we are never getting back together - chapter one

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Eddie Munson x ex wife!reader

Summary:

You drop your kids off with your ex husband, and think back on your life together.

Warnings:

Pregnancy, birth, drinking, drug use (weed), suggestive content, divorce

Word Count: 7k

A/N:

I’m so happy to be back and posting the first chapter of this series! I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much @feral4youu for all your help, ily ❤️

“It’s my weekend.”

You rolled your eyes over the phone. “I understand that, Eddie. Believe me, you’ve said it enough times. I’m just saying-“

“You’re trying to take 3 hours away from me.”

You had a headache coming on. You pressed your manicured fingers against your temple. “I’m not trying to take anything from you. You’re being difficult on purpose.”

“Then you should schedule your shit for your own time!”

“It’s a dentist appointment, and it’s the earliest day they had!” You threw your arm up in the air as you spoke, as if he could see you. “Do you even hear yourself right now? I’m not asking for fun, she needs to go to the dentist.”

“Why can’t I take her?”

“Uh, would you remember?” you scoffed.

“That was one time.”

“Sure,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Look, Ed. It’s kinda non-negotiable. She has to go. We can meet at 6 instead of 3.”

“Whatever.” Silence, nothing but the crackling of the phone line. “Okay. Whatever. I’ll see you at 6.”

Click.

You sighed, putting the phone back down on the receiver. Eddie could seriously be such a pain in the ass. No, scratch that, not could be - he was.

You didn’t always fight like this. At one point, you were just two high school students in love - puppy love, maybe. First love, lust at first sight, whatever you wanted to call it, you were head over heels for each other.

A positive pregnancy test your senior year, when you were 17 and Eddie was 19, threw everything off balance. Before, everyone knew you and Eddie would graduate and get married. They knew you were the kind of high school sweethearts that would lead to marriage - even if you didn’t make it in the end. But a pregnancy sped everything up - way too fast.

Your parents had been furious, of course. They never approved of Eddie in the first place, thinking he was beneath you. He lived in a trailer park, he wore thrifted clothes, he repeated his senior year twice and sold drugs in the clearing behind the school. You’d heard it all before.

It didn’t stop you from loving Eddie.

You found out you were pregnant on your own. By yourself, in the silence of your bathroom while home alone, you took the test, saw the results, and cried yourself to sleep on the tile floor. You just knew Eddie was gonna run. Your parents were gonna kick you out and Eddie was gonna run and your friends were gonna abandon you, you’d be having a baby all on your own, being a single mom, working to take care of a baby-

Your spiraling turned out to all be for nothing, because your parents didn’t kick you out and Eddie didn’t leave you. That didn’t mean the news was taken well, however.

You told Eddie after school, in the theater room before Hellfire. Eddie was surprised when he looked up at the sound of the door opening and saw you walking in. You weren’t usually interested in D&D, you thought Hellfire Club meetings were boring and hated having to wait for Eddie when campaign days and date nights lined up.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, a hint of confusion in his voice. “What’s up?”

“Can I talk to you?” You were getting straight to the point, wringing your hands together and avoiding eye contact. You crossed your arms, uncrossed them, then crossed them again.

“Now?” Eddie asked, looking around the room, at the table completely set up for the campaign. “The guys are gonna be here any second-“

“I know,” you said, looking down at your feet. You were losing your resolve. “I just- it needs to be now. I need to talk to you now.”

“Is everything okay?” He pulled out a chair for you, then sat on the edge of his throne, leaning forward on his knees. “You’re freaking me out.”

“Yeah, well.” You let out a long breath. “Not really. I, uh…I have something I need to tell you.”

“Okay, now you’re really freaking me out,” he said. His eyebrows drew together, looking at you with obvious concern.

“It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” you said, looking around. “Why are there no windows in here?”

Eddie looked around, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s just…” You were sweating, avoiding eye contact. “It’s hot in here, is all.”

“I…feel like you’re stalling,” Eddie said, focusing back on you. You couldn’t escape his attention now. “Just tell me what’s going on, please.”

You looked down at your trembling hands. “Eddie, I…” It felt like you were trying to make yourself as small as possible, shrinking under Eddie’s gaze. You knew nothing would be the same after you said your next words. “I’m pregnant.”

It felt like time had stopped. Eddie’s throat closed up as panic set in - his skin felt ice cold. Then, he let out a heavy sigh, scrubbing his hands over his face. “I- how? How could this fucking happen?” he asked. He rubbed his palm over his chest, as if he were physically pained. “How- when?”

“I just found out a couple days ago,” you said. You wanted to run, hide, as far away from this conversation and reality as possible. This wasn’t going well, you could already feel it. “I think I’m like- like 6 weeks, or something. I think it was…that night in your van.”

You could see Eddie mentally going back, thinking back to that night, replaying every second of it in his head. When the sickening realization passed over his face, you could see it. “We didn’t use a condom.”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t hold eye contact with him, not even for a second. Pushing some of your hair behind your ear, you continued. “I don’t…I don’t know what to do, Eddie.”

“Yeah, me fucking either,” he scoffed. He crossed his arms over his stomach, hunching over, like he might be sick. You knew what was running through his head, because it was the same thing that had been in yours. I’m a fucking idiot. I’ve ruined my life. I’ve ruined both of our lives. I’ve ruined everything. His body felt heavy.

“Are you…” You swallowed. “Are you going to stick around?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped up to your face. “Of course I am. I’m not gonna leave you on your own.”

You nodded. That was good. This wasn’t going quite as badly as you’d feared. “What are we going to do?”

“I just said I don’t fucking know!” Eddie snapped, throwing his arms out wide. He slammed his fist on the table, knocking over a bunch of figurines, and you flinched - you hadn’t been expecting it. You could see the instant regret on his face. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…I didn’t mean to lose control like that,” he said. He tried to rein in his emotions, desperately trying not to take out his fear and anger on you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said quietly.

“It’s not,” he said. “You’re going through this too. How…how do you feel?”

A strangled sounding laugh tumbled from your lips. “Just great.”

“I’m being serious,” Eddie said. “I mean, this is…this is…”

“A total disaster?” you supplied. Eddie nodded reluctantly. “Yeah. I know.”

“Have you thought about it?” he asked. “What you want to do?”

“Like if I want to…keep it?”

Eddie nodded. He clenched his jaw, preparing for your response.

You nodded your head quickly. “Yeah. I mean, that’s the only thing I do know. I don’t think I can get rid of it. I mean…it’s ours.”

He dropped his head forward. He was hunched over, buried into himself. He cursed under his breath - he knew you and he knew you’d say that, but he had still been hoping for something different. For you to say you wanted an abortion - that’s what Eddie would have chosen. He felt like he couldn’t draw enough air into his lungs.

His mind immediately jumped to the future - what that would look like. He pictured his life over, no more fun, no more D&D or Corroded Coffin or weed or anything. Dead end job he hates just to take care of the baby. His relationship with you taking a nosedive. He stretched his hands out wide and balled them into fists, over and over.

“It’s fine, it’s gonna be fine,” you said, mostly to yourself. “We’re gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be alright.”

“Should we…” he began, but startled you when he abruptly stood, the throne scraping loudly against the floor as it was pushed back. He started pacing, back and forth in front of you as he raked his hands through his curls. “I don’t know, do we have to…should we get married?”

Your mouth fell open, staring at Eddie incredulously. Had he really just suggested you get married? “Do you…want to marry me?”

“Of course I do,” he said easily. “I just…I imagined it being in the future, y’know? Not right now. It’s not…we’re not ready. We haven’t even lived yet, you know?”

“I know.”

“But…the, uh…” Eddie stopped moving, cleared his throat. “The baby. Should we get married for the baby?”

You turned his words over in your mind. You knew it would be best for the baby if you were together. But did you really want Eddie to marry you only because he felt like he had to? “I mean,” you started, “we could. But we don’t…if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

“Yeah, but baby,” he said, coming back over to sit in front of you again. “You know how people are gonna talk. I don’t care, I’m used to it. But I know you care.”

It was true. You weren’t particularly concerned with popularity and social hierarchy, but you did care what people said about you. You didn’t want to be talked about like trash all over town. And that’s exactly what would happen. “People are gonna say all kinds of shit.”

“Yeah. They are.” Eddie looked at you. “But that’s why we’re gonna go to the courthouse and get married. Like, this weekend.”

“Eddie- what?” Your lips parted, drawing in a quick gasp. “Are you serious?”

“I’m dead serious,” he said. He grasped your hands in his larger ones. “That’s the only way. We have to get married so people don’t know you were pregnant first. Or everyone’s going to…they’re gonna call you a whore, they’re gonna say you’re easy. I’m not gonna let anyone talk about you that way.”

“Eddie…” Tears brimmed in your eyes, your lower lip wobbling as you tried to find the words. “How would we- how do we explain why we got married so suddenly?”

“Just couldn’t wait anymore,” Eddie said, grinning. “Too in love. Had to get married immediately, couldn’t be put off for another second.”

Soft laughter bubbled up from deep inside, pulled from you unwillingly by Eddie’s words. “Really? You want to elope?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Let’s do it. Let’s fuckin’ elope.”

You told your parents the next day. That went…worse. A good hour of lectures, yelling, and crying later, they agreed it was best for you and Eddie to get married. They didn’t approve of him, not by a long shot, but having you single and pregnant at 17 was worse.

Eddie was the most scared to tell Wayne. He knew his uncle was going to be disappointed in him, and that was the worst thing he could think of. He cared so much about Wayne, the idea of letting him down made his stomach sink.

You had cooked a dinner for Wayne and Eddie, something to sit down and eat together before Wayne went to work so you could break the news. One delicious lasagna later and you were sitting the dish down in front of a confused Wayne and a terrified Eddie.

“So…” Eddie started about halfway through an awkwardly silent dinner - you were letting him take the lead and he was just now working up the courage to speak. Wayne looked up at him, his mouth full of lasagna. “There was something I…we…wanted to talk to you about.”

Wayne swallowed, wiping his mouth with his napkin. He was scared of whatever Eddie was about to say, it was written across his face. “Yeah? What’s goin’ on?”

“We, uh,” Eddie cleared his throat, looking at you then back at Wayne. “We just, uh, have some news.”

You were pretty sure Wayne knew what you were about to say from that moment, from the sick feeling that crossed his face. “What is it?”

Silence. Eddie pushed his food around his plate. “We…so, we’re…” A heavy sigh. “We’re…having a baby.”

Wayne just stared at the two of you. Then, he let out a long, weary sigh, leaning back in his chair. “Ed…”

“I know,” Eddie said. “I know.” He had promised not to end up this way. He had promised not to throw his life away. He had promised to live a life that put respect on the Munson name. He didn’t do any of those things.

“What the hell are you gonna do?” Wayne asked. He didn’t say it like he was mad. He wasn’t mad - not really. Just disappointed, and scared shitless for his nephew.

You and Eddie glanced at each other. “We’re, ah, gonna get married. This weekend.”

“Getting married?” Wayne practically choked. “Ed, are you sure-“

“Yeah.” Eddie squeezed your hand under the table. “I’m sure. This is what I want, what’s best for us.”

Wayne took a long sip of his beer. “God, Ed,” he said, once he’d sat the bottle back down on the kitchen table. “How did you let this happen?”

That weekend, December 1985, you wore a thrifted lacy white dress to the courthouse. Eddie dressed in a black button up shirt, tucked into his only pair of not-ripped jeans. His hair was combed and neat, and he was freshly shaven. You held a small cheap bouquet as you said your vows in front of the justice of the peace, then held Eddie’s hands and looked into his eyes as you declared your love for him. You cried. Eddie almost did.

Your parents and Wayne watched on - it was a bittersweet moment for them. They could see the love between you, but the circumstances weren’t ideal.

You graduated 5 months pregnant, but the pride you felt at finishing school was nothing compared to how proud you were to see Eddie walk the stage. Wayne teared up as Eddie was handed his diploma. Your two families took photos together outside after the ceremony, Eddie’s hand possessively on your belly.

Your daughter, Caroline Roxanne Munson, was born September 1986. Your pregnancy was blessedly easy, your birth simple and quick. Eddie held his baby girl like she was made of glass, like she held the secrets of the universe.

“Hi, baby girl,” he mumbled to her as he rocked her in his arms, you asleep in the hospital bed behind him. The tiny baby opened her eyes, peeking around the room but focusing as much as she could on Eddie’s face. Eddie trailed his finger lightly over her chubby cheek, her small nose - his nose. Your lips. His eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I love you and your mama more than I’ve ever loved anything.”

Eddie got a job as a mechanic right out of high school, at the shop down the road from Forest Hills. He was determined - it didn’t take long before he was buying a trailer and having it put in next door to Wayne’s. A new double wide, with three bedrooms.

The front door led into a large open living room with a kitchen to the right. Past the kitchen was the door to the master bedroom with a bathroom attached. Down the hall to the left was a bathroom, and two smaller bedrooms.

Caroline spent the first couple months of her life sleeping in the room with you and Eddie, but when she was six months old, you moved her into her own room.

You were happy.

When Caroline was old enough, you got a job as a receptionist for a local doctor’s office. You and Eddie were doing well - you had pulled yourselves out of a bad situation and made the best of it, and made yourselves a nice life. Wayne and your parents were proud of you both.

January 1988 - it occurred to you that you hadn’t gotten your period in three months. You’d been so busy you hadn’t even noticed - you didn’t exactly track it, it came when it came. But when you noticed it had been months? Panic set in. Caroline was only 16 months old, it felt like you’d just had her first birthday party.

You kissed Eddie at the door, took Caroline to daycare, and bought a pregnancy test on the way to work. It sat in its bag in your car all day, weighing heavily on your mind during work. 

When you got off you went straight home - usually you got off work at 4, picked up Caroline, and started dinner in time for Eddie to get home at 6:30. But today, you had something to do before you could pick up your daughter.

At the house, you tossed your car keys on the hall table and headed straight for the master bathroom, bag clutched in your hand. 30 minutes later, and you were staring at a familiar sight - a positive pregnancy test.

You had no idea how Eddie was going to take the news. Sure, it was better to get pregnant now than when you were 17. But was it the right time? You and Eddie hadn’t even talked about more kids - you figured he didn’t want more. One was enough for both of you.

You picked up Caroline and got home, starting the meatloaf and mashed potato dinner. At 6:30, Caroline was sitting on the floor, playing with her toys with the Care Bears on the TV while you finished up the last of dinner. You were placing the steaming dishes on the kitchen table when the front door opened and Eddie walked in, oil splattered coveralls unzipped.

“Hey baby,” he greeted you. “Smells great. Is it ready?”

“Yep,” you said, maybe too casually. Eddie gave you a look, but shrugged it off, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips.

“And how’s my other best girl?” he asked, lifting Caroline into his arms. “What did you learn at school today?”

Caroline babbled to him about Care Bears. Eddie smiled at his daughter - he adored her like he’d never adored anything else. Not even his first sweetheart - the guitar currently hanging in your bedroom that still got plenty of love.

“That’s great, baby girl,” he said. He kissed her on the top of her head and sat her back down, where she took off running into the kitchen and straight into your legs. You picked her up, sitting her on your hip.

“How was your day?” Eddie asked you. He grabbed a bite of meatloaf and popped it into his mouth.

“It was…it was good,” you said. “Uh, boring.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Hey, I’m gonna go take a quick shower. I’ll be right back and we can eat.”

“Okay,” you said, watching his form already retreating into the bedroom. The door closed behind him, leaving you alone with Caroline. You sat her in her high chair and cut up her meatloaf, making her plate.

You were helping her eat when Eddie came back out, hair wet and dressed in a white tank top and his plaid pajama pants. He took his usual seat and began piling his plate high with food.

You’d changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants since getting off work. You sat down in your seat across the table, Caroline between the two of you. You pushed your food around your plate.

“So,” you began, after a few minutes of idle conversation. “I, uh. Something happened today.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie asked, looking up at you as he chewed his food. “What?”

You bit your lip. Caroline shoved a whole handful of mashed potatoes into her mouth. “My period is three months late.”

Silence. Eddie stopped eating, just staring at you. The only sound was Caroline, oblivious as she squealed and continued eating her dinner.

“…Oh?” he said finally. You couldn’t read him - you had no idea what he was thinking.

“Yeah,” you said. This was incredibly awkward. Things between you and Eddie were never this stilted. “So I got a test today.”

Eddie had lost his appetite, at least for right now. His food sat untouched in front of him while he stared at you. “Did you take it?”

“Yeah.”

“And?” He was getting impatient. “Please just tell me.”

You looked down at your plate. “It was positive.”

A long rush of air. Eddie running a hand through his wet curls, pushing them back out of his face. He rubbed his hand over his mouth, staring at some point on the wall behind you now instead of at you.

“Okay,” he said finally. “Okay. This is…it’s okay. We’re okay.”

“You think so?” Your brow was furrowed in concern. “Can we afford it? Are we ready? Is Caroline ready?”

“We’ll just…have to get ready,” Eddie said. “I mean, financially I think we’ll be okay. We’re alright. But are you…are you ready for another baby?” He was looking at you again. He reached across the table and took your hand, Caroline obliviously blowing raspberries and getting food everywhere. “This is mostly a big change for you.”

It was true. You were the one who’d have to go through another pregnancy and birth, you were the one who’d be at home with a newborn while Eddie only got one week of parental leave. You were the primary parent while Eddie worked longer hours.

“We don’t really have a choice,” you said. “I’ve got to be like, 10 weeks pregnant at least.” Eddie rubbed his hand over his chest. “But…yeah. I think I can do it.”

You were 11 weeks pregnant, it turned out, with a healthy little baby. Eddie smiled at you so big his face hurt at the first ultrasound. At home or out in public, he kept his hand on your belly most of the time, protectively.

This pregnancy was already such a different experience. Eddie was excited. He was extremely involved, stayed by your side every second, constantly had to be touching you and the bump, talked about baby stuff, wished for a son. Of course he’d be happy with another daughter too, but - a son would be cool, he thought.

You decided not to find out the gender. It was going to be a surprise - you decorated the third bedroom in gender neutral colors, a yellow Winnie the Pooh theme. Eddie made a little Hellfire shirt, just like he had for Caroline when you were still in high school.

You went into labor in the middle of the night. It was right on time, and your bag had been packed for weeks by the door. You dropped Caroline off with Wayne next door, and headed to the hospital to have a baby.

The birth was a little more complicated this time. There was some hemorrhaging, so they wouldn’t let you hold the baby right away. But in June 1988, you gave birth to another beautiful baby girl - Janis “Janie” Nicole Munson.

Wayne brought Caroline, who was 1 year and 9 months old, to the hospital to visit. She clung to Wayne tightly until he entered the room and she recognized you and Eddie - she reached for her father, whining for him. He laughed, lifting her from his uncle’s arms.

“Hey, angel,” he said to her. “Are you ready to meet your baby sister?”

Caroline wasn’t sure about Janie at first. She just stared at her like she was scared to touch her. Janie was sound asleep in your arms, wrapped in her hospital blanket with her little hat on her head full of dark brown hair. Finally, Caroline reached out, poking her cheek. That was as much as you were getting from her.

The sisters warmed up to each other quickly. Caroline was so fussy with noises as a baby, but Janie could sleep through the loudest of her sister’s screeches - maybe she’d gotten used to them in the womb. 

After his week of parental leave, when you all stayed home together, Eddie took Caroline to daycare every morning while you stayed home for 6 weeks with Janie. You spent most of your days on the couch, cuddled together and watching old sitcom reruns. You were happy and content.

Janie hardly ever cried. She was so different from her sister - quiet and reserved, even as she grew. She was well behaved and kind, while Caroline was loud and in charge (but still a sweet girl).

Eddie adjusted to life as a dad of two easily. He really was a natural at being a father. He’d walk around the house with Janie in his arms, a giggling Caroline hanging on his back with her arms around his neck.

“Did you get her to sleep?” you asked Eddie one night, bleary eyed as you breastfed Janie in bed. He was shutting the bedroom door softly behind him.

“Yeah,” he said. “She went down easy tonight. She’s out.” He laid on the bed next to you with a groan - he’d had a long day at work. “How are my other two girls?”

“Tired,” you said. “She’s almost done eating. She should be ready to lay down in a few minutes.”

“Good,” Eddie said. “You need the rest.”

You did. It was hard to find time to sleep between taking care of a 3 month old and a newly 2 year old. “I’m exhausted,” you admitted.

“You want me to take her?” he asked. “I can finish feeding her with the bottle.”

“No, it’s okay. She hates the bottle.” You smiled down at your baby daughter. “I think she might already be asleep.”

Eddie leaned over. “She’s eating in her sleep?”

“Yeah. She does that.”

Janie finished eating about 10 minutes later, just letting go and turning her sleepy head. She was out. Eddie took her from your arms and down the hall to her bedroom.

When he came back, he crawled back into bed next to you. “Finally alone,” he teased, kissing your shoulder.

You knew he was just messing around - you hadn’t been in the mood for sex since Janie was born, even though you’d been cleared for 6 weeks - Eddie had been patient. But you wanted him - finally, something was coming alive inside you as Eddie kissed across your skin.

“Yeah,” you said. “Finally.” You met each other’s eyes - then your lips crashed together, meeting in a heated kiss. Eddie’s tongue slid into your mouth, pressing against yours, exploring you. He moaned, he was already hard - it had been months, after all.

“God, I need you,” he groaned as your hand brushed over the rock hard erection in his pajama pants. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you too,” you whispered back. You pulled him tighter into you, your sensitive breasts pressed against his bare chest.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to rush you. We really- we really don’t have to.”

“I want to, Eddie,” you told him, grinding your hips against his cock, making him moan pathetically.

Then you showed him just how much.

February 1990, when Caroline was 3 ½ years old and Janie was nearing 2, Eddie came to you with a proposition.

“Let’s have another baby,” he said.

“What?” You nearly spit out your coffee. “Eddie- what?”

“I know, it’s completely out of nowhere,” he said. “But hear me out. The girls are older, a little more independent. We’re financially stable. And I want another baby.”

“You want another baby?” Somehow, you’d still never discussed it. “I didn’t think you’d even be happy about two kids.”

“Are you kidding?” he said. “With you? I’ll have ten.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “We aren’t kids ourselves anymore. We’re 23 and 21. We have stable jobs, we’re great parents. We can do this.”

With two accidental pregnancies under your belt, you and Eddie felt like getting pregnant on purpose would be a breeze. You were experts at this point, after all. And the act that led to the making of babies was one you two had plenty of practice at.

But it didn’t happen. You fully expected to get pregnant right away, so when your period showed up the next month, you had been borderline confused.

“I don’t get it,” you said, sitting down on the side of the bed next to Eddie, feeling dejected and sad. “We- I mean, we had sex plenty of times without protection. Why didn’t it work?”

“I don’t know, baby,” Eddie said gently. “Maybe it can take time? I’m sure it’ll happen next month.”

But in April, your period showed up again. And again in May and June. By the time July rolled around, you were scared and discouraged.

“We did this by accident twice,” you said, tossing a negative pregnancy test in the trash can and wiping tears from your eyes. “How can it be so hard to do on purpose?”

“Maybe we should go to the doctor?” Eddie offered. He was leaning against the doorway of the master bathroom, shirtless with his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m sure there’s…an explanation.”

“But probably not a good one,” you sniffled. “But…I’ll think about it.”

August came, and with it came an increase in appointments at the pediatrician office you worked at in preparation for school. Between work and the kids, you were kept so busy you completely forgot about taking a test.

When you remembered, you were 2 weeks late.

“Eddie?” you crept into the bedroom after laying down Janie. Eddie had just gotten Caroline bathed and in bed, and was lying in the bed you shared, shirtless, flipping through his D&D notebook with a cigarette between his lips. He had feared his days of gaming were over, but he still found time for Hellfire every other week. He was still the only one of his friends to get married or have kids. You wondered sometimes if that bothered him.

“What’s up?” he asked, looking up from his notebook. He put out the cigarette in the ashtray next to the bed and closed the book, dropping it in the drawer.

“So…” you said, climbing in bed. “I took…a test.”

Eddie’s eyes scanned your face for any hint at how you were feeling. When he didn’t see sadness, a grin slowly spread across his lips. “Did you?”

“Yeah, I did,” you said. You were trying your best to hold your own smile back. You placed the test in Eddie’s hand - he turned it over to reveal the result. Positive.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug while you giggled. “This is the best news. I’m so fuckin’ happy. Another baby.”

Eddie was a little more open with his hope for a son this time around. He reassured you every time that he’d be happy with a third daughter, but - he had his hopes. You didn’t mind either way - you loved being a girl mom, but a son would be amazing, too.

This pregnancy was rougher than the first two. You stayed sick, often ending up in the hospital for fluids after being unable to keep anything down. You were in a lot of pain, under a lot of stress, and were exhausted at all hours of the day. Eddie stepped up a lot, coming home from work as early as he was able and cooking dinner some nights, helping with the girls and their bedtime routine.

Your doctor was concerned, but the baby made it until their due date, April 1991. You were induced, however, because they didn’t want to chance leaving things any longer. The birth went well, and your third daughter was born - Melissa ‘Missy’ Joan Munson.

Having a third child turned out to be a much bigger adjustment than one to two, or even none to one. Everything changed after Missy’s birth. Eddie never said it, but it was clear he felt some regret for suggesting a third child, despite the love he felt for her.

You and Eddie were both exhausted, between work and home, it felt like it never stopped. By the time the girls were in bed - Caroline and Janie sharing, Missy in her own nursery - you were too tired to do anything, both just passing out in your own bed. Your sex life was nonexistent, and you hardly had the chance to say a passing word to one another.

Over the next four years, things were strained. You were struggling more financially than you had expected. The stress over bills was constant, one or both of you sitting hunched over the kitchen table with the mail spread out and your head in your hands.

When Missy was three, she started preschool and you picked up a second job waitressing. You had never been at that level of exhausted before.

It strained your relationship more than anything. Eddie was withdrawing, spending more time at work (which you couldn’t complain about because you needed the money), going out with the guys, and burying his stresses in beer and weed after the girls were in bed. Many nights, you went to sleep alone.

Fights became a regular thing. Whether it be about finances, chores, parenting, whatever - it was always something. It felt like you couldn’t have a civilized conversation with each other anymore.

“You promised you would do the dishes,” you said, dropping the laundry basket full of the girl’s clothes in front of the washing machine. You opened it, poured in the detergent, and angrily started throwing clothes inside. “But they were still there when I got home today.”

“I forgot,” Eddie mumbled. He was drinking a beer in the recliner by the TV. The girls were in bed, and Eddie was distracted by whatever rerun was currently playing.

“You always forget.” The last of the clothes were put inside and you slammed the lid shut. Turning the dial, you started the wash cycle. “Then I have to end up doing it myself.”

“Well, it’s kind of your job,” he muttered.

“Are you fucking serious?” You walked into the living room and stepped in front of the TV, hand on your hip. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Here we fuckin’ go,” he groaned.

“You are such an asshole,” you spat. “What’s your problem? It’s impossible to get you to do anything around here anymore. You just get home from work and sit on your ass and let me do everything!”

“I’m tired!” he exclaimed. “I’m fucking exhausted! I just want to sit down with a fuckin’ beer when I get off work and not get bitched at by my wife for once.”

“Oh, I’m bitching?” you scoffed. “I’m fucking tired too, Eddie! I work two jobs then come home and take care of the house and my apparently four children.”

“Real mature,” Eddie said. He took another swig of his beer then pushed closed the leg rest of the recliner. “Fuck this. I’m going to bed.”

“This is why we can never get through anything,” you threw your hands in the air. “You run away. You’re not willing to listen to anything I have to say. You have no respect for me. You don’t care about making anything better.”

“There is no ‘making things better’ when it comes to you.” He threw his beer bottle into the trash can with a loud clatter. “You’re never happy. Nothing I do makes you happy.”

“You used to make me happy.”

Silence. Eddie stopped, but didn’t turn around. Finally, he shook his head. “Goodnight.” And he disappeared into the bedroom.

This wasn’t new, either. You’d end up waiting until you knew Eddie was asleep before you came to bed yourself, even if you were tired. Or maybe you’d just sleep on the couch. Either way, it felt like things between you and Eddie were doomed.

It was March 1995  when you called it quits for good.

The fighting, the resentment, the drama - it had all gotten to be too much. You and Eddie didn’t even seem to like each other anymore. You didn’t know how Eddie felt deep down, but you knew you’d always love him - even if you felt like you hated him right now.

You moved out and into a three bedroom apartment. Eddie helped you move while the girls were with your parents, but it was extremely awkward. Steve, Robin, and Nancy came over and helped, too, which made it a little less uncomfortable. 

It was a bittersweet moment for you - you were happy to be getting out of that house full of painful memories and starting a new life on your own, but watching Eddie walk out the door and leave you standing there alone - it crushed you. It hurt more than you ever anticipated it would. You almost went after him. Almost.

The divorce was finalized five months later.

You and Eddie barely even looked at each other as you signed the papers. There was a custody hearing, mercifully brief since you and Eddie were able to come to an agreement easily. You would keep the girls during the week while Eddie got them every other weekend. He would have liked more time, but he knew with the divorce would come sacrifice.

The girls didn’t take it well. They were 9, 7, and 4 at the time, old enough to understand what was happening and what it meant for their life as a family. For the first few months, they would cry their eyes out at every custody drop off, which made both you and Eddie feel like the worst people on the planet. But with time, everyone settled into the new normal.

You dated a few guys on and off, but never got into a serious relationship. More hookups than anything. It’s like you looked for Eddie in every guy you met, whether you could admit that to yourself or not.

Eddie was a different story. It seemed like he had a new girl on his arm every time you turned around. And it pissed you off. It’s not like you couldn’t get a boyfriend - you had plenty of opportunity to. You just didn’t like anyone. Eddie didn’t care. He didn’t have any serious girlfriends, but he didn’t mind sleeping around. He was single for the first time since he was 17, and he was living it up. It made you sick.

But you were better off apart.

October 1997

Your car pulled into the parking lot of the abandoned Shell station, the designated meeting place since the separation. It was run down, weeds peeking through the cracks in the asphalt. Eddie’s truck wasn’t there yet.

You checked your beeper to see if you had any missed messages from Eddie - nothing.

You sighed. He was always late. The girls were in the backseat fighting over a toy, not bothered at all.

Finally, his truck rumbled into the parking lot. You could hear the music before you saw the vehicle - metal blasting so loud the whole street probably heard. You rolled your eyes, preparing to deal with him.

“Daddy’s here!” Missy yelled, unhooking herself from her car seat and reaching for the door. Caroline and Janie lit up too, grabbing their weekend bags.

Eddie’s truck skidded to a stop in the parking spot one over from yours. You slid your sunglasses on, then opened the door, stepping out just as Eddie hopped down from his side. You could see her sitting in the passenger seat, not even bothering to look at you.

“Daddy!” the girls all yelled, jumping out of the SUV and running to Eddie. He laughed as he hugged them all, tossing Missy in the air.

“How are my favorite girls?” he asked, ruffling Janie’s hair. She pushed him off with a giggle, fixing her braid.

“I thought I was your favorite girl?” Stacy called from the passenger seat. She was joking, but it still made you want to punch her.

“We’re good,” Caroline said. “Can we see Laura this weekend?”

Laura was Jeff’s 6 year old. Jeff was the only one of Eddie’s friends who’d had a kid, too, and she was close with the girls.

“I’m sure we can,” he said. Missy was latched onto his leg, as if she hadn’t seen him in years. He lifted her, placing a kiss on her head. “Okay, girls, go ahead and get in the truck. We gotta go, and I need to talk to your mom before we leave.”

“Bye, mommy!” The girls called, each giving you a tight hug. You waved and watched them climb into the tall truck, closing the door hard behind them. No one in the truck could hear you now.

Eddie took a step closer to you. “You look nice,” he said, his voice low. “You gotta date or something?”

“Or something,” you said. “Not that it’s any of your business. Don’t you have your skank to get back to?”

Eddie nearly cackled, throwing his head back and laughing hard. “You always were so feisty,” he said.

You couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Take good care of my girls.”

“You know I will,” he said seriously. “You can call any time. If you wanna talk to them.”

You glanced towards the tinted truck window. “I don’t think she would like that too much.”

“She’ll get over it,” he shrugged. “You’re their mom. You can talk to them whenever.” He scuffed his boot against the ground. “How…have you been?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but jumped when the truck’s car horn blared. You and Eddie both looked over his shoulder to see Stacy leaning on the horn, looking out the window and gesturing for Eddie to hurry up.

“Guess you have to go,” you said. “Your girl is calling you.”

Eddie looked sheepish. “I’ll see you Sunday,” he said. He looked like he wanted to say something else maybe, but instead he turned, walking back around the truck to the driver’s side door. You climbed back into your own car, the silence heavy with the kids gone.

You started the car and drove back home.

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[pyrrhiccomedy]

This is my cat.

His name is Eddie Potato.

Eddie Potato came home with us from the animal shelter in January (so about 9 months ago, now). He was around five years old, and had been living on the street before he was picked up by the cops and brought to the state run shelter (my boy was arrested for loitering). When we met him, he was sick, mite-infested, and covered in matted fur, scratches, and bites: but he was also very sweet, and very friendly, and he was already fixed, so we knew he must have once had a home with some loving humans.

[Eddie at his first vet appointment, trying to hide behind a paper towel.]

We'll never know what Eddie's first family was like, of course: but within a couple of weeks of adopting him, we were able to make a few guesses. He was happy to be pet, and calm about being picked up: but the only way he had to let us know that he'd like us to stop petting him was to swat our hands away, claws out. He'd then watch us, very closely, a little tense; like he was either expecting to be scolded for scratching, or expecting us to try to touch him again.

This told us that he had an affectionate family, but maybe not one that respected his boundaries. Maybe it was a family with kids, or maybe just a loving but pushy owner.

He's a medium-to-long haired cat, so he needs a bit of grooming to stay hygienic around his, let's say, pants area. I bought some quality clippers and a pet grooming electric razor. The clippers he was completely calm about: he let me trim the mats out of his fur very calmly, even the ones behind his ears.

The razor terrified him. I mean, he knew what it was on sight. He was sitting next to me on the couch when I took it out of the box, and the moment he saw it, his ears went back; he crouched low and fearful; and then jumped down and ran out of the room.

Okay; so his first family groomed him, or took him to a groomer, that was obvious: and it was probably a 'hold him down and get it over with' kind of experience, given how frightened he was.

He was very sweet, and very gentle - except when he wanted you to stop petting him. This was a cat who expected kindness, who believed that the humans around him were his friends: but he'd learned that his friends wouldn't listen to him when he told them to stop unless he drew a little bit of blood.

We just thought: wow, this cat is a really good communicator. He is being, like, so clear.

Eddie Potato is a very stupid boy - uncommonly stupid, even for a cat - so we prepared ourselves for it to take a while for him to learn that things had changed. We paid very close attention to him while we were petting him for the signs leading up to that swat, and we got better and better at stopping before the swat ever came.

I let him get used to the razor very slowly: for the first week, I just set it next to his food bowl at dinner time, about a foot away, so he could see it while he was at his happiest. For the next week, I'd pick up the razor, and move it around while he ate. The week after that, I turned it on for a few seconds, so he could start to get used to the noise. The week after that, it went on for most of his meal time, and I moved it around his body while I pet him: so he could start to associate the razor sound with nice touching.

Then I groomed him. And he was - fine. A little bit antsy, but fine. Happily munching away at his dinner while I neatened up his pantaloons. I usually only had about a minute before he made it clear that he wanted it to stop, but that was okay: I just groomed him for a minute or so for two or three days in a row, until the job was done.

After four months, Eddie Potato wasn't scared of the razor at all anymore.

And it broke my heart a little bit, because his first family had clearly loved him. And Eddie is a cat who needs to be groomed! And it had obviously always been a scary and stressful experience for him. But it didn't have to be! He just needed patience! Surely, if the people he had lived with before had known that he could learn to not be afraid in just a few months, they would have tried.

Teaching him that he didn't need to swat didn't take much longer. It was so clear that this was not a cat who wanted to hurt us. Once we got the hang of stopping before he got tired or stressed out by petting, the swatting went away completely.

What was so sweet was what he learned to do instead: when he was done with being pet, he started placing his big paws on my hand, and gently but firmly pushing it away.

"Oh, okay!" I'd say. "We're done!" and take my hand away. And he'd watch me, for two or three seconds: and then he'd start to purr like crazy, and push under my hand again.

He wanted to be pet. He just wanted to know that he could make it stop if he wanted to!

It's been months now since the last time Eddie swiped at either of us. Sometimes, he likes to play his little push-away game for ten or twenty minutes at a time! He rolls onto his back for a belly rub, and I do for a few minutes; then he pushes my hand away, and watches to make sure I listened; then he rolls onto his back again for more belly rubs. The whole time purring, purring, purring. Eddie loves his belly rubs, and he loves being listened to just as much.

I'm just so proud of him! He's had such a hard and scary year: losing his family, living on the street, ending up in a kill shelter, going to a strange new home with strange new people. And he still extended his friendship and trust to us, and let us show him that he doesn't need to be scared anymore, of razors or hands or thunderstorms or the sound of traffic. He's so dumb and so small and he's had so much happen to him, and now he gets exactly as much petting as he likes, and he isn't afraid to get his pantaloons trimmed.

Like. That's my little guy. I get to make sure he'll be okay from now on.

[kenacoki]

Tease Me Please Me

//Pairing// Eddie Diaz x Fem!Reader

//Summary// If there’s one thing you love more than firefighting it’s getting under Eddie Diaz’s skin. That, of course, can only end one way for you.

//Word Count// 5.40k

//Request//

//Warnings// munch!Eddie Diaz, recording during intercourse, borderline exhibitionism, dirty talk, kitchen sex

//Dividers// sister-lucifer

Entering the station, you take a moment to yourself to bask in the quietness of the house. The fire station was fairly empty at the moment, with it being morning and all. The only person seemingly out is Eddie, who’s cleaning the firetruck.

You smirk to yourself as you approach him, "What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” You call out, before leaning up against the side of the firetruck.

Eddie, who’s focused on his work, seems to pause for a second at your voice, before realizing it’s you. He looks over, shaking his head with a small scoff, his annoyance not being genuine.

"That’ll never get old to you, will it?"

You smile up at him, crossing your arms as you lean your head on the truck.

“Of course not; Nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting, Eds." You chuckle to yourself as you begin to admire his appearance, watching the way his muscles flex as he works on polishing the firetruck.

As you call him by the nickname you’ve picked up from Buck, he once again pauses, this time fully turning to look at you.

"Harmless for you maybe, I’m the one who has to actually deal with it."

You tilt your head to the side as you shrug, your grin growing larger as you continue to tease him, "Come on Eddie…I’m not that bad, am I?"

Eddie’s eyes meet your gaze as he sets down his rag, "(Y/n). You flirt with me every chance you get. I’m pretty sure that Buck, Chim, and Hen have a bet on when you’re gonna jump me."

You hum, acting oblivious as you shrug again, “And here I’d hoped I was subtle.”

“Yeah,” Eddie lets out a low chuckle, his eyes never leaving your face as he leans against the firetruck as well. "About as subtle as sirens in the dead of night."

You fake a pout, “I mean, it’s not my fault you’re insanely attractive, Eds.” You take a step closer to him, sticking your hand out as you lightly brush your fingers against his mustache.

“So, do you plan on keeping the ‘stache?”

Eddie’s eyes widen as you touch his face, the light, delicate caress sending a shiver down his spine. He sighs, keeping his eyes on yours.

“I-I don’t know.” He stutters out, the sudden proximity and the way you’re looking at him makes his breath catch in his throat for a brief moment. His gaze drops to your lips for a fraction of a second, before he clears his throat and pulls away. “Why? Don’t like it?”

Your face softens as he leans into your touch, your heart practically pounding as your eyes lock onto each other’s.

“Oh no,” You pause for a moment, letting your hand fall away as you admire his face, “I like it. A lot, actually.”

Surprise flickers in his eyes, but only for a moment. Still, you notice it. Before he can say anything else, the sound of footsteps echos from behind you guys

You turn to look behind you and see Bobby emerging from his office, a small grin on his face.

“Good morning you two. Did I interrupt something?”

“No, Cap,” Eddie instantly straightens, clearing his throat and glancing away, trying to act casual. “Just finishing up here.”

Bobby hums, seeing right through Eddie’s act, his smile growing as he turns to you. “And what about you?”

You chuckle, sending another smile in Eddie’s direction, a hint of mischief in your eyes. “Just keeping him company.”

Eddie glances back at you, eyes narrowing slightly at the look on your face. He opens up his mouth to say something but is interrupted by Bobby continuing.

“Listen, I’m gonna have you guys hang back if we get any fire calls today. Eddie, I want you to be able to show (y/n) how the ambulance works on medical calls.”

You give Bobby an affirmative nod, “Sounds good to me. Hear that Eds? Sounds like you’re gonna be stuck with me all day.”

“Great.”

Bobby chuckles again, shaking his head at the two of you as he grabs a clipboard for his office and walks back inside.

The smirk immediately reappears on your face as you take a step closer to Eddie, looking up at him with wide (e/c) eyes.

“Aw come on, don’t look so grumpy.” You give his shoulder a playful shove; trying not to let your thoughts linger on how hard his muscles feel under your touch. “You get me all to yourself, shouldn’t you be happy?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, shaking his head in mock annoyance, though he can’t help the smile that curls at the corner of his lips. “Oh, I’m ecstatic.”

You grin wider, knowing you managed to get him to smile. You give his shoulder another pat, letting your hand linger for a moment, before stepping back again. “That’ll work for me.”

You give him a wink before turning and heading in the direction of the locker room to change.

Eddie watches as you walk away, a mix of amusement and irritation playing across his features. Suddenly the sound of Buck and Chim’s voices breaks his gaze, and he quickly averts his eyes, getting back to work on cleaning the truck.

A few moments later, you reappear, now in your uniform. Leaving the top unbuttoned just enough to barely expose the skin of your chest, but still technically fall within the dress code.

You open your mouth to call out to Eddie when the station alarm suddenly starts ringing.

Eddie’s head snaps in your direction at the sound of the alarm, immediately noticing your outfit. His eyes roam over the exposed skin of your chest for just a second before averting his gaze. Buck, Chim, and Hen appear from the loft and rush past you guys to the fire truck.

Chim, Hen, and Buck are about to hop in the truck when Bobby stops them, averting his attention over at you and Eddie.

“(y/n) Eddie, dispatch said that this call was just a small structure fire, and no injuries were reported.”

You nod as you glance toward Eddie, “So you want us to stay back?”

Bobby nods, “That’s right. If we need anything though, we’ll let you know through the radio.”

Eddie lets out a small sigh, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Got it.”

You glance over at him, your eyes lingering on his for a moment before looking back at Bobby, “We’ll be on standby then.”

Bobby nods again, patting the side of the ambulance before turning to get into the firetruck. Buck sends both you and Eddie smirks, wiggling his eyebrows as he follows Hen and Chim into the back of the truck.

Eddie ignores them, moving to lean against the back of the ambulance, crossing his arms.

The sunlight makes his brown hair almost shine. His dark brown eyes have an almost golden look. Despite having been up since the early morning, he is still somehow effortlessly attractive. His uniform shirt hugs his upper body in the most delicious way, his muscular build being noticeable through the thin fabric.

You're snapped from your daze as Bobby flips on the lights and sirens and swiftly pulls out of the station.

You let out an internal sigh as you drink in the sight of him, your head filling with thoughts of how the fabric would feel against your fingers. You had only been on the job for a few months, but you somehow already wanted to do unspeakable things to this man. You take a step closer to him, leaning on the back of the ambulance.

“What do we do now? Just…wait?”

As you step closer to him, Eddie’s head turns to you, his eyes roaming over you for a moment before he speaks. There’s a slight hint of tension in his voice, though he tries to play it off.

“Yeah.” He lets out a huff of air, his eyes darting out to the street before settling back onto you.

You hum, looking over at him and tilting your head slightly so that you’re looking at him dead on. You continue to admire him, your eyes slowly raking over his face.

“So…how long do you think they’ll be gone for?”

Eddie sighs as your gaze lands on him, your smirk already telling him that you most likely have something in mind.

“If it’s just a small fire then I’d say probably an hour and a half.”

A mischievous look fills your eyes when he says an hour and a half. You bite your lip to suppress a smile as you push yourself up off the ambulance, moving to stand directly in front of him, your bodies nearly touching.

“An hour and a half, huh? That’s an awful lot amount of time for us to be…alone.” As you speak to him, your voice has a low, almost sultry tone to it; it takes everything in him to not shiver.

He lets out a shaky breath, glancing around for a brief moment before focusing back on you and clearing his throat.

“And what do you suggest we do?”

Your smirk softens into a more suggestive smile. You reach up and brush a strand of hair out of his face, your fingers ever-so-slightly grazing his skin.

“Well, I could think of a few things.”

He lets out a quiet gasp at your touch. His muscles are coiled, and you can see the way his jaw clenches in a halfhearted attempt to stop himself from reacting.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly, "You really need to stop doing that, (y/n).”

You move even closer to him, closing the tiny amount of space that was left between your bodies. Your hand moves, instead coming up to rest on his chest, just above his heart.

"Doing what, Eddie?" You look up at him, feigning innocence as you tilt your head to the side.

He can feel your body against his, the warmth from your skin sending jolts of electricity up his spine.

He looks down at you, a look of frustration and desire in his eyes, “You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

You bite your lip, holding back a chuckle as you see the look in his eyes. You can tell he’s fighting a losing battle, slowly giving in to his desires. You brush your thumb across the logo printed on the fabric of his uniform, feeling the hammering of his heart.

“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.” You hum.

"(Y/n)." he mutters, his voice a low, strained warning.

His resistance just adds fuel to the fire inside you. You want to see him lose control, want him to finally give in to the obvious tension between you two. You let your hand slowly trail down his side, lingering on his hip before coming to a rest on his thigh.

“Yeah?”

Eddie's breath hitches as your hand trails down his body, his hips twitching involuntarily when you rest your hand on his thigh. He swallows hard, the feeling of your body so close to his and your hand on his skin sending a shiver through his entire body. Your breath on his face does absolutely nothing to help him.

It takes every last ounce of restraint he has to not spin you around right here and—

“Well,” you abruptly distance yourself from Eddie, a sly smile curling on your lips. “I'm starving, so I'm gonna go fix myself something to eat."

He looks at you, blinking rapidly, his mind fighting to come up with a response while you smirk at him. However, all he can manage to say is a quiet “uh”

"Have fun being all alone, Eds." you wink, before waltzing away towards the kitchen.

He lets out a frustrated huff of air, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Half torn between wanting to give in to your games and wanting to just grab you and slam you against the nearest wall.

Reaching the loft, you open the fridge and pull out a small pack of bacon. Cutting it open, you plop a pan onto the stove and lay a few slices onto the hot metal.

As you wait for your food to cook, you pull out your phone. You scroll through your Twitter to pass the time; completely oblivious to Eddie’s figure sneaking behind you, until it’s too late.

“You think you’re so damn funny, huh?” His breath feels hot against your neck as he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

Your eyes widen slightly, but before you can muster anything his body is pressed up against your back, his arms caging you against the counter in front of you.

A chill goes down your spine as you hear his voice, low and gravelly in your ear. The feeling of his body pressed against your back makes you shiver, the combination of his words and his breath on the sensitive skin of your neck makes you go weak in the knees.

“Depends on what you think is funny.” You manage to gasp out.

"You're a tease, (y/n). A goddamn tease." He growls in your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, sending a wave of heat through your body.

A shiver runs through your body when you feel his lips press against your neck, the feeling of his teeth nipping at your skin making you let out a sharp gasp. Your head tilts to the side almost involuntarily, giving him more access to your neck.

You grip the edge of the counter in front of you, trying your best to keep yourself upright.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" Eddie mutters against your neck

You let out a shaky breath as you turn your head towards him, the look in his eyes dark and full of desire. His thumb moves from your chin to your bottom lip, gently tracing the soft skin there.

You know you should reply to him, say something clever to keep up your usual attitude, but your mind is suddenly empty of anything but him.

His teeth lightly nip at your skin. You arch your back as best you can with the way he has you pinned against the counter.

"F-fuck, Eds—"

“I'm about two seconds away from bending you over this counter, don't push your luck." Eddie grins against your neck, his lips moving to bite at the sensitive spot just behind your ear.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" He murmurs, his voice low and full of desire. "Bent over the counter for anyone to see."

"Eddie, I-You can’t—" You gasp out, your back arching farther into him. You can feel his body pressed up against yours, his hips grinding into your backside.

Eddie hums against your neck, his hands running down your sides until they find the edge of your shirt, slipping underneath and trailing up your stomach. His touch sends jolts of electricity through you.

"Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? You wanted to drive me crazy, to have me lose control?" His breath fans against your skin.

Eddie's words make your head spin as your body responds almost instantly.

"It worked though, didn’t it?”

Before you can even realize what’s happening, Eddie’s spinning you around and bending you over the kitchen island so that you're facing the entrance of the station.

The feeling of his hips pressing against your backside makes a full-on moan escape your lips, his body heat almost overwhelming.

“Voy a hacerte comer esas palabras, princesa.” He growls into your ear.

Jesus Christ.

His Spanish makes your head spin, the low, sultry tone of his voice as he murmurs the words into your ear nearly sending you over the edge. You feel him press up against you, his hips rolling into you, the feeling of his growing arousal against your backside making a shudder go through your body.

You let out another moan, his name on your lips between gasps for air, “Oh my god.”

"You never know when to quit, do you?" He mutters against the back of your neck, his lips delicately trailing kisses down your spine.

You whimper at his touch, your body responding to him as if he's a drug and you're hopelessly addicted.

"It’s like you enjoy being a little minx, huh? Teasing me all day, getting me all bothered.”

Your mind is hazy, your thoughts consumed by the feeling of his lips on your skin, the sound of his voice in your ear, the touch of his hands on your hips.

"F-fuck,” you stutter out before biting down on your lip, trying to hold back another moan.

He rolls his hips into yours again, his body grinding against yours.

The friction from his hips against your clothed core has you gasping again, your hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. You feel like you're on fire, your entire body thrumming with heat and desire, and all you can think about is him.

“Eddie, please...” you gasp out, your head spinning from the combination of his touch and the sound of his voice in your ear.

Then suddenly, you feel him shuffle behind you. Confused, you crane your neck over your shoulder only to see him grabbing your phone. He leans back over your shoulder, bringing your phone up and holding it to your face. You can barely focus on the screen, your eyes unfocused and dazed.

"Unlock it."

You blink, the request taking a moment to register in your foggy mind. Still, you unlock your phone with shaky hands, managing to type in your passcode through your daze. You don’t know what he’s planning, but at this point, you’re so far gone you don’t even care.

He opens the camera app on your phone before propping it up a few inches in front of you; it perfectly captures the two of you.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice low in your ear. “Now let’s see just how much you regret your little game.”

Your eyes grow wide when you comprehend what he’s doing. The thought of it has you suddenly even more turned on. He hits the record button and roughly tugs down your tight uniform bottoms and sinks to his knees.

Your breath hitches at his actions. You can see yourself on the phone screen, your face flushed, your (e/c) eyes darkened with lust, your hair already slightly messy from the way he had you pinned down against the counter.

You try to turn around to look at him, but his hand finds the back of your head, "Keep your eyes on the camera, carñio."

Your breath catches in your throat at the pet name. You'd never seen this dominant side of Eddie, not to this extent at least.

"Y'know, you didn't even ask me if I wanted anything to eat."

Your mind is a hazy mess, your eyes half-lidded as you keep them focused on the camera. You’re at his mercy, and you find that you don’t mind it one bit.

You let out a gasp as you feel his hands move up your thighs, nearing where you need him the most, your breathing stuttering and your body shaking with anticipation.

“But that’s okay,” he continues, “I think I’ve found something much better to eat.”

You hear his words, but you’re too caught up in the feeling of his touch to process them, your mind still trying to regain some lucidity as his hands move even farther up your thighs, just barely grazing the lacy hem of your (f/c) underwear.

“God, you’re beautiful, sweetheart.” He murmurs, voice low and full of need. His hands grip the skin of your thighs, his touch slightly rough.

“And look at that, you’re soaking through your panties, carñio.” Carefully, he drags your underwear to the side, exposing your soaking folds to the cool air.

The feeling of his hands as they slide your underwear to the side has you trembling, your legs shaking as you try to keep yourself upright. You feel him sink to his knees behind you, his breath fanning against your skin, the proximity of his face to the core of your being has you clenching your teeth.

You can’t see his face, but you can feel his presence, and the anticipation is nearly enough to make you cry out.

Eddie runs his hands up your thighs, his touch firm and sure. Then, you feel his hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. You shiver, your body growing hot in anticipation.

You can’t help but gasp as he lets his tongue run up your thigh, so close to where you need him most.

"I swear to g-god, Eddie. If you don't do-" Your words fail you as his tongue slowly breaches your wetness. He holds your hips steady as his tongue dips deeper, just barely breaching your slit.

"M-Motherfuck—" You moan out, your voice growing louder from the sudden pleasure.

Eddie pulls away from your folds with an obnoxiously dramatic pop, "You gotta stay quiet, princesa. Don't want the team to come back and hear these pretty noises, do we?"

You bite down on your lip again, trying to restrain your moans. But it's practically impossible with the way he's slowly teasing you.

"Y-you're being mean." You say, your words coming out shaky from your attempts to stay quiet. You can feel your clit throbbing with desperation.

"Mean?" He mutters, his breath fanning against your skin. "Me? Not at all. I'm being...very generous."

At an agonizing pace, he slides his fingers through your wetness, just missing your sensitive bud before bringing his fingers to his lips, his tongue licking around the digits.

"You taste so sweet...como el cielo.”

You let out a strangled whimper, your body begging for more as his hands continue to wander. He presses a kiss against your clit, the friction of his mustache making your eyes roll back.

“Please,” you gasp out, your voice just above a whisper. “Please, please, please…”

Eddie hums at your words, letting his tongue just barely brush against your sensitive bud. You swiftly cup your hand over your mouth to muffle your noises.

You look absolutely debauched as you catch sight of yourself in the camera. Your hair is falling in messy wisps across your forehead, uniform bunched around your hips, face flushed, and eyes darkened with lust; The sight of yourself only serves to heighten your arousal. Before you can say anything, you feel two of Eddie's thick fingers press into you, drawing a high-pitched whine from the back of your throat.

"F-fuck—" You bite down on your hand to keep yourself quiet. "More, Eddie—Now."

“Bossy little thing,” He growls as you speak, his fingers curling inside you. “You're not the one in charge here.” he gives a harsh suck against your soaking folds.

You glance at the camera, still recording the two of you. Eddie’s right; and that made something in your stomach turn violently.

You grip the counter, your fingers clenching and unclenching at the edge. You let out another moan, your eyes squeezing shut from the immense amount of sensation.

“So beautiful like this, sweetheart,” he mutters, his words partially muffled against your skin. “Aching and dripping for me. All mine.”

He curls his fingers again, pushing into the spot that makes you cry out, and you barely manage to muffle your cries against your hand.

“God, you’re so loud.”

"Eddie! P-please, please! M’sorry for earlier." You slur deliriously with pleasure, eyes brimmed with hot tears.

He can practically taste the desperation in your voice, feel the tension rippling through your body as he pumps his fingers inside you. He pulls away, standing and smirking, watching as your walls flutter around nothing.

“Are you?”

You nod eagerly, your head hazy with lust, but your mind is just lucid enough to know that your answer will have an effect.

“Yes—” you gasp out, your breathing heavy. “I’m so sorry! Please, Eddie, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t tease you anymore, just please!”

Eddie hums, low and satisfied. He runs his hands up your thighs, watching as they shake in his grip.

“We both know that's a lie, cariño.” He says, his tone slightly mocking. He leans in closer to you until his mouth is right by your ear.

“You know what they say, cariño. Payback’s a bitch.” He gives your shoulder one last teasing bite before dropping back to his knees.

Your mind is still reeling from his words, trying to catch up with the events that just took place. But that all quickly changes the moment you feel his tongue thrust into your soaked slit; replacing where his fingers had previously been.

You wail in delight. Your eyes clench tight once more as Eddie lets out a deep moan from behind you, your sweet taste flooding his tastebuds once again.

He grips your hips to keep you from moving too much, his mouth working you with a newfound fervor as you struggle to keep yourself upright.

"Jesus…just a little more, m'so close—"

This only serves to ignite Eddie. Hearing you admit how close you are, all because of him. The way you’re now falling apart at his touch makes him growl against your skin; the vibrations almost send you over the edge.

He reaches around, harshly rubbing at your sensitive bud as he pulls his mouth away, "Fuck, best meal I've ever had..."

“Oh god—“ You try to choke out, but the words quickly devolve into another whine. “Please, E-Eddie, I’m gonna—”

And right at that moment, a loud, familiar sound fills your and Eddie’s ears; the sound of the firetruck pulling up outside.

"Oh shit." You mutter, your (e/c) eyes growing wide. You glance back at Eddie, your breath catches at the sight of his face.

Eddie’s pupils are blown wide, his face red and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead. He gives another shaky breath before his eyes lock onto the camera still pointing at your form. For a moment, he considers stopping the recording, but...

Maybe it’s the way you look, all breathless and needy. Or how your uniform is pulled down, completely exposing your bottom half. All Eddie knows, at this moment, is that you two can’t stop.

“Eddie, W-We can’t—“

“We can.” Eddie says, his voice firm.

He reaches out, grabs the camera from the island, and holds it inches from your face, his voice still firm.

“You see this? You see what you look like all flushed and whiny, princess?” You can hear him give a low noise, his voice slightly shaky. "tan hermosa, tan perfecta, toda mía."

You spare one last look over your shoulder to Eddie. His chin is practically dripping with your juices, his lips red and swollen.

His dark brown eyes meet yours. As you open your mouth to speak, he suddenly dives right back in. Going to work with a newfound vigor.

You feel your hips arch slightly against his mouth, your legs shaking and your breathing coming out in quick gasps. You clench your teeth, trying to keep yourself from crying out.

Your hands, which had been gripping the counter, quickly move to cover your mouth, trying to muffle your series of pathetic whines.

You bite down on your hand, as hard as you can to keep from moaning, but the more you hear your teammates' voices, the harder it is to keep yourself in check.

You listen to Buck's laughter, you hear the deep rumble of Bobby's voice talking about dinner plans, you hear Hen's voice as she enters a conversation with Chimney—

All you can think about at that moment is that at any second, any one of them could walk into the kitchen and see the two of you.

Shamefully, that thought is enough to send you over the edge.

Your body feels tense as your climax washes over you, "F-fuck—E-Eddie!"

Your legs are shaking more than ever, so much so that you're sure if Eddie wasn't holding you up, you would have fallen to the ground. Wave after wave that rolls through you, Eddie’s tongue is there to accompany it.

It’s too much. Everything’s overwhelming. You’re overstimulated, your brain is fuzzy, and your body is hot. You’re sure if this continues any longer, you’ll break. The sounds of the team outside seem to fade into the background for a moment.

"Goddamn Eddie, p-please.” You can barely hear your voice over your ragged breathing.

The rest of the team's voices echo through the station, you swear you can hear footsteps coming closer to the kitchen. You feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as he finally lets up.

He pulls away, wiping the back of his hand against his mouth, his face flushed and sweaty. You breathe heavily, leaning forward on the counter, your body still shuddering from the aftereffects of your orgasm.

You're about to try and fix your uniform, to make yourself look at least a little presentable when suddenly, you hear footsteps clambering up the loft stairs. You panic and start to scramble to pull your pants back up and as you manage to, Eddie swiftly slinks beside you so they don't suspect anything.

You see Buck’s head of curls as he clambers up the loft stairs, "You guys cooking?" he chirps.

Before you can open your mouth to speak, Eddie pipes up.

“Yep, figured that we’d go on and get a head start on dinner.” He says, leaning casually against the counter. Y’know, his tone is surprisingly calm for a man who had just had his head buried between your legs.

Buck smiles right back, seemingly clueless to what had been going on mere seconds before.

"Alright! Lemme know when it's ready, I'm starving."

He quickly turns back around and disappears, and you let yourself breathe again. You feel Eddie's hand fall to the small of your back.

"You did so well." He whispers in your ear, his voice low and gravely. "I'm proud of you."

You give him a weak smile, trying to keep your breathing under control, but it doesn't help that every nerve ending in your body is still on fire. Everything is still so sensitive, and you can't help but shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

He turns you so you're facing him, and you practically collapse into his chest. Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You bury your face into his shoulder, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his sweat and cologne.

"Y-you're a dick, sometimes.” You mutter, still trying to calm your breathing as he steadies himself, you look down at the front of his pants and then back up to him. "Do you want me to...?"

Catching your drift, Eddie's cheeks suddenly flush with a light pink dusting.

"I uh—I a-already..." He stutters for a moment, trying to find his words.

You raise an eyebrow at his reaction, and your lips pull into a sly smile.

"Really? I didn’t even touch you.” You tease him, your finger slowly moving down his chest.

He swallows, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat as your hand slowly makes its way down his chest. He looks away, his cheeks still a dusted pink as a shiver goes through him.

"Yeah well,” He stutters, "Can you blame me?”

You can't help but giggle at his response, your face splitting into a grin as you look up at him. You reach up and pat him on the cheek.

"You're cute when you get all flustered."

His blush deepens at your touch, and he lets out a huff, trying to hold on to any shred of composure he has left.

“I am not flustered, I-I don’t get flustered.” He says defensively, finally meeting your gaze.

“Really? Cause you look pretty flustered to me.” You say smugly.

"Oh, shut up, cariño." he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You give a soft hum, "Never, Eds. I'm gonna enjoy this for as long as I can."

"I'm gonna make you eat those words later, princesa."

You raise an eyebrow at him, fighting the shiver that runs down your spine at the nickname.

"Is that a promise?" You say, leaning your body a little closer to his.

He grins down at you, a cheeky look on his face, "It's a guarantee."

[cacoetheswriting]

nice to each other

chapter two from the little mess you made.

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x singlemom!reader (modern au) word count: 4k

summary: eddie, standing face to face with you (aka the hot mom of the kid he didn’t know about), thinks life’s handed him a second chance. there’s just a lot of questions to be answered first. like, how come no one bothered to tell him he’s a dad?

chapter cw: suggestive & mature themes, implied intimacy | non-explicit, one night stand gone awry, secret pregnancy aka no-one told eddie he's a dad, forced proximity, mutual pining / yearning, mild jealousy, this chapter is still kinda angsty, emotional hurt / some comfort, navigating family dynamics, adult language — pls let me know if i missed any!

psa: any images used in chapter headers don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also vaguely — if at all— described in the story.

“We’ve got a lot to talk about, I guess.” That’s what you said. Mere minutes ago. Yet, now that you’re sitting across from the brunette man, you can’t bring yourself to utter a single stupid word.

Throat dry. Hands clammy.

Eddie Munson has not changed much since you last saw him, (splayed, half-naked, over the fancy hotel bed). There’s a certain tiredness in the crinkle of his mahogany gaze, but you know that comes with his chosen trade. Long hours, demanding nights. After all, it was your life too, before the blessing in disguise that’s been this mess you both created.

He’s still a handsome fucking devil, that’s for sure. Although, there’s no sign of the confidence he oozed that one fateful night and you suspect that’s got little to do with the surprising news Eddie received today, maybe more with the real reason he came back to Hawkins, to see his uncle.

God. What would you have done without Wayne Munson?

The list of gratitude you hold towards the grey-haired man is endless and every day, he continuously adds one more item. An additional thing to be thankful for because he’s just that good of a man. Taking you in during the perhaps most confusing time of your life tops the cake, but today has become a close second. Giving you a heads-up about his nephew's surprise arrival. Being the one to inevitably break the news you held close to your heart.

There’s a high chance Eddie’s got his own list of reasons: Wayne Musnon, best person ever. From the stories you’ve been told since you moved in, if there’s something going on in his glass-cage life, it’s really no wonder he showed up here. To talk to his uncle. Get advice. Instead, he’s been smacked in the face with a toddler (not literally, obviously). The thought makes you grimace.

Okay. Time to rip off the bandaid.

“You probably have a lot of questions,” you offer him a chance to begin the inquisition.

Eddie nods and clears his throat. “Yeah.”

He scrunches his nose and you chew on the inside of your cheek, fighting back a smile. He’s cute. He’s cute and he’s finally here and he’s the father of your kid and this is a second chance… Your mind begins to race with possibilities and you quickly dig your nails into the palm of your hand, squeezing. Stopping the spiral because this is not how the real world works. For all you know, Eddie may not even want to be a part of Messer’s life, nevermind yours.

Ignoring the aching zing through the chest, you wave a hand to the side as if signaling for him to continue.

“Wayne seems to be sure he’s mine.” Eddie says, finally meeting your eyes, and nod.

“He is. Yours.”

Eddie bops his head, swallowing.

“He uh, he does kinda look like me.”

“He does,” you agree. “Annoyingly, more than me.”

This makes Eddie smile. It’s timid. His mouth barely twitches upwards, but you notice the slight chance in expression immediately and your stomach fills with hope. Then, nails into skin, tighter.

“Why did nobody tell me?”

Exhaling a short breath, you straighten in the chair. You’ve been silently preparing for this question ever since a decision was made not to loop Eddie in on the situation.

“We tried,” you answer simply and when the rockstar’s brows furrow in deep confusion, you continue, “The first thing I did after I found out, is call the number you put in my phone, but all I got is a dial tone. I assumed you left me with a dud, since you’re this famous musician and I’m just me. Your pick of the night.”

“That’s not true—”

“It hurt, yeah,” you interrupt with a shrug, “But I had bigger things to worry about.”

Thinking back to the morning he saw you last, Eddie slumps further into his seat. He’s sure he gave you his real number. Heck, he’d been rather impatiently waiting for your call every damn day after, but his phone never rang. He assumed the opposite of what you just admitted. Even called you a groupie to Felix – a statement he dutifully regrets now. To know that you’ve indeed tried to reach him, with life-altering news too, well, Eddie feels like a moron for not double checking the set of digits.

“Anyway, I uh… I thought of trying to reach you through your socials, but I remembered you told me how there’s a PR person in charge of those accounts. That you never even see what messages come in.”

He nods again. It’s true. Eddie’s autonomy over his social media accounts was quickly taken away when a nonsense drunken live got out of control, followed by some uncharacteristic rage posting. This all happened a month into his career. Should’ve been the rockstar’s first sign. “You’re not fit for the limelight, Edward.”, his agent’s recent words suddenly ring in his ears and despite the topic of conversation, he’s glad when you keep talking.

“Finally, I asked for your tour manager’s details through work, under the guise of sharing some photos from your concert.”

“Felix?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, adding, “Asshole.”

Eddie snorts and this time, you don’t bite back your smile. You let the expression spread across your features. Earnest, welcoming. A Duchenne smile. Luring the rockstar in, just like that night in New York. The very first night he saw you. The reason he froze up on stage — to date, the only time in his career.

“He’s got your smile,” Eddie notes, unable to look away. Warmth spreads to his fingertips the longer he stares.

“Felix?”

Barking out a laugh, the brunette man briefly throws his head back, then knuckles land on his lips as he catches your gaze once again, pathetically hiding his happy manner.

“The kid.”

“The kid, huh?” Smirking, you raise a brow. “The kid has a name, you know.”

“Messer,” Eddie says, dropping his hand to his lap.

“Mason,” you say, confirming that Messer is in fact just a clever nickname. Fit for the child in question. Although, you’re not sure why. Maybe because this is the first time you’ve heard Eddie say it and there’s a certain wistfulness for the years they’ve both missed together.

Eddie reads your mind. The melancholy creeping in and slowly overwhelming him once more. His smile fades muscle by muscle and he drops his gaze, focusing on the silver rings coating his fingers. He twists and turns, fidgets, waiting for you to break this awful silence that has suddenly fallen between you two.

Eventually, your own smile shifts and after clearing your throat, you continue.

“I got a hold of Felix and surprisingly, he remembered me. That’s where my luck ran out though, because he wouldn’t let me speak to you, said you were in the middle of some shoot and you didn’t need a distraction, which I was — as Felix put. So, I left this news with him. He promised he’d pass it on and get you to call me back, but…”

“Felix never told me,” Eddie confirms what you’ve been thinking all these years.

“I figured,” you say.

Eddie’s brows furrow. “So, you just stopped trying?” He asks, an accusatory tone slips through the question.

“Of course not,” you defend. “When it became clear you weren’t going to call me back, I didn’t want to just think it’s because you want nothing to do with the baby, so I needed to try to speak with you face to face. I looked up your tour dates and booked a flight to Los Angeles.”

“Jesus,” he exhales. You flew cross country, barely a few weeks pregnant with his baby, all because his tour manager decided to keep a secret. Eddie thinks how terrified you must’ve been and he’s feeling guilty over something he had absolutely no control over. Story of his life, it seems. He’s gonna fucking murder Felix when he sees the guy next. How dare he?

“Puked the entire flight,” you tell the rockstar and he grimaces.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, but you shake your head and tell him not to be since he had no idea any of this was happening.

A slight breeze rushes through. Leaves crackle and a windchime calls in the distance.

Feeling the weight of his gaze on you, knowing there’s something on the tip of his tongue that’s too heavy to admit at this very moment, you look away. Focusing instead on the wooden treehouse located to the side of the vast back garden.

“Wayne built that for Messer.”

Eddie forces himself to shift his focus away from you, brown eyes moving towards the item you’ve just pointed out. And he softens. The structure is not perfect by any means, but the care his uncle put towards making the playground toy is palpable.

Painted the colours of the rainbow, the wood is vibrant. Perfect for a child. A ladder hangs loosely by the bark of the sturdy tree, swaying with the wind. Up above, there’s a small door, a window on the side. Currently switched off, a set of fairy lights is tangled amongst the branches.

Eddie imagines Wayne’s focus while drilling this hideout together. He imagines his uncle showing the house off to Messer. Playing up there with the toddler. Then, he pictures you. That damn captivating smile of yours as you most likely joined them, maybe even spent time up there alone (or otherwise). He finds himself hoping it’s not the latter.

“What’s the deal with Harrington?” He asks, mouth working against his better judgement.

“Steve was there,” you tell him. “In California. He was hanging around the backstage door during the show, waiting for an opportunity to sneak in. Which, coincidentally, was exactly my plan too.” 

A faint smile breaches your lips at the memory and the rockstar feels slightly uncomfortable. Jealous, even. He had no idea Steve came to the Los Angeles concert. Perhaps to make amends for that stupid argument they had months prior, but instead Harrington met you, and God knows who he is to you now. A boyfriend, maybe? Playing daddy to the kid you share with Eddie.

“We couldn’t get through, past your security. When the show ended and the crowd outside tripled in size, Steve walked me back to my hotel. On the way, I decided the universe didn’t want you to know. Eddie Munson was made for greatness and shouldn’t be held back by a kid.”

“Fuck that,” he groans, rolling his eyes.

“What else was I supposed to do? I was six weeks pregnant, alone in an unfamiliar city. I cried the entire walk to the hotel after yet again, unsuccessfully trying to deliver this news to you,” you try to reason. “Eddie, the person closest to you at the time knew my situation. Felix knew you were months away from  becoming a dad and deliberately chose not to tell you.”

Eddie’s jaw locks. A muscle twitches in his cheek, a tell-tale sign of the anger he's desperately trying to suppress. He can feel the heat rising in his neck, a pressure building behind his temples, threatening to explode. Fucking Felix. He feels betrayed by this person he’s trusted most since his career began, although, perhaps that stupid ‘groupie’ comment didn’t help. He’s such a goddamn idiot.

“Steve calmed me down, flew back to New York with me. He spent the next few months living on my couch, going to all of the appointments with me and generally just lending a helping hand. I continued to work until I was five-months pregnant, when it got a little difficult to stand for such long hours plus the noise from the gigs every single night, I was afraid those decibels wouldn’t be good for the baby.”

You sigh, pausing.

“And every day that went by, I thought the phone would ring. I even got Steve to call you a couple of times, but you never answered.”

“We weren’t speaking,” Eddie tries to explain, anger momentarily subsiding. “Stupidly, I was pissed at him and dodged his calls, but if I-I knew that’s why Harrington wanted to get in touch with me I would’ve answered. I swear. I would’ve dropped everything and—”

“Eddie, I may have not understood this then, but enough time has passed for me to know that you would have resented me. The baby too, probably.”

“No,” he protests, locks bouncing with the shake of his head.

“Your career would have stalled. You would have never accomplished everything that you did in the last four years.”

“I wish I had the option to decide for myself,” the rockstar snaps. An unvarnished moment of frustration.

Sympathy floods your brain and your first instinct is to reach across, take his hand in yours. But you hold yourself back. The difference between his world and yours feels like an unbridgeable canyon. You’ve always understood that, hence why you gave up in telling him about Messer. Seeing Eddie now however, his raw yearning for autonomy, well, you wish you never stopped.

“Steve brought me to Hawkins,” you continue, softly, “He introduced me to Wayne and the rest is history.”

“Wayne never even tried,” Eddie says, deflation visible across his features and your heart clenches between your ribs.

“That’s on me,” you admit. “I asked him not to.”

Nodding once, slowly, Eddie looks up towards the sky. Silence settles between you, except for the gentle whistle of leaves and the distant wind chime. His gaze is lost somewhere beyond the floating clouds, replaying this conversation, calculating the odds he now faces. The tension in his jaw has eased a fraction, replaced by a weary resignation that chills you more than any outburst. Eddie is displaying a profound calm, like someone who has just accepted the truth.

He’s been burned. By everyone closest to him.

How does one even begin to trust again after such a devastation?

“Harrington called again, seven months after his last attempt.” Eddie says, brown eyes latching onto yours once more. “I answered.”

“I know.”

“But this time, he didn’t even try to tell me what’s been going on.”

“I know,” you repeat, then add, “I’m truly sorry, Eddie. I really thought it was for the best, that in the end, you didn’t know. And look at the life you’ve created for yourself. You should be proud.”

He huffs. “Maybe.”

Wanting to add so much more, tear his heart out for you to see the fresh wounds, he opens his mouth to continue, but Wayne appears at the back door. Messer in his arms. The child squeals in excitement upon seeing you and lifts his grabby hands in your general direction. You don’t hesitate to reach for him. Scooping him up in a comforting embrace, placing a kiss to the top of his head.

Your gaze finds Eddie’s again as you rest your chin on Messer’s crazy head of hair. Your smile softens, still genuine, but hinting at something else entirely when it’s directed at the rockstar. He reciprocates. Understanding at this very moment how you had other things — larger things — to consider. Sure, he missed out on the first few years of his kid’s life, but you, you seemingly gave up everything to raise him.

He’s holding back the hurt and shifts his mindset to a more grateful one. He wants to tell you as such, thank you for the years you sacrificed, but again he’s interrupted by the backdoor sliding open. This time, Steve Harrington makes an appearance.

“Hey, man.” The King of Hawkins says to Eddie, an awkward tint to his tone, before quickly glancing at you. “Should we all go and get some food?”

A LITTLE BEFORE

Someone is singing on the F train.

What’s up by 4 Non Blondes. Utterly off-key, but with an incredible amount of passion. 

People are staring, whispering amongst themselves. Some our pointing fingers, some snickering under their nose. Then there’s the select few that are cheering on. Whooping and waving their arms in unison, even joining in for the chorus. And although you’re sitting quietly, away from the commotion, watching it all transpire, that’s the group you feel a part of. Decency and genuine human spirit.

Music makes people come together, you’ve always believed that — hence your choice of career. And here it is, the theory being proven in real time.

Retrieving your Pentax from your cream-coloured bum bag, which, aside from the keys to your flat and a card holder, is the only item that you carry around, you lift the camera into view and click. No one turns around. The noise of the shutter was lost amongst the vibrations of the carriage.

In the notes app on your phone, you type out the date and time, along with a quick description of the setting: F train, singing, magic. The train pulls up to the next stop and after placing the camera back in your bum bag, you quickly hop off.

The venue you work at is already buzzing with excitement by the time you arrive.

“Big night,” Jens, the floor manager, announces as you pass by. He shoots you a playful wink as you bellow after him how every night is big.

Photography is your passion. Has been since you were a kid and your aunt Agnes surprised you with your very first digital camera (it was hot pink).

Concert photography piqued your interest in high school, when you worked at the school paper and shot the various talent shows, musicals, and cheer competitions. The dream only intensified in college. While your classmates were working on their portfolios, hoping for spots at local art galleries, you spent a ridiculous amount of time on LinkedIn, working on creating connections in the music industry. Hoping that someone out there will give you a chance.

They did.

Yeah, you think as you chuck your bag into your locker and hang the staff lanyard around your neck, every night is big when you shoot the stars. 

Although, to Jens’ point, the talent tonight is extra special too. 

Eddie fucking Munson. 

You’ve studied his moves. Watched a rather ridiculous amount of videos from past shows  in preparation for tonight, like you did with every talent that graced the Terminal 5 stage — and not because he’s ridiculously alluring. Is there something about him? Magic, definitely. Plus the big brown eyes and the brown locks that perfectly frame his face, even as he jumps around, well, those features don’t hurt him either…

Once Eddie Munson graces the stage, you’re sure he knows he possesses said magic. Shamelessly, the musician flirts with the crowd by showing off his voice, his moves, and his unfiltered talent. Girls squeal with excitement, guys roar with encouragement while bumping into one another, forming a mosh pit.

At first, you observe from the sidelines.

Unknowingly memorising the sight before your eyes, lips cursive. The nonchalant sway of his hips. The way his sweat glistens under the harsh stage lights. Jesus, you need to get a grip. You’re feeling all giddy, bordering on unprofessional.

Hand tightening around the camera in your grasp, you take a few tentative steps forward, stopping just beneath the stage. Eddie pays you no mind. Lost in the beat of the song, the sea of people singing back at him. Smiling wider now, you lift the 35mm and position yourself, waiting for the right moment.

He looks down at that exact second. He looks at you, and he freezes. Movements halt, brown gaze widens. He’s staring at you through the lens of your camera, mouth parting as if you’re the last person he’s expected to see, even though he’s got no fucking clue who you are, and a shiver runs down your spine.

Jesus Christ. You want to bottle the way Eddie Munson is looking at you, forever.

Click. A flash. Done.

A LITTLE AFTER

Wayne stays behind, citing some excuse Eddie should have bothered to listen too. Instead, the rockstar’s focus latched onto you. A pull too strong to resist.

He watches you lead Messer towards Harrington’s black SUV and set the toddler in the back, safely in his car seat. As you do, Eddie tries to suppress his anger at the fact there’s a fucking permanent car seat in the back of Steve’s vehicle, meaning his best friend is continuously, very involved in your life.

The horrid thought confirmed when Harrington throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a half-hug. Eddie observes silently, from the top of the driveway, as you lean into the embrace, saying something intangible to the man next to you. Steve’s laugh is brisk and Eddie jaw clenches.

“Ready, man?” Harrington calls out suddenly, turning to address the rockstar, while dropping his arm.

Eddie nods. He walks the few steps towards the SUV, eyes still glued to you. He wordlessly offers you the passenger spot, but you politely decline, sliding into the back with Messer, who’s oblivious to the adult problems and instead, pretending the toy plane in his grasp is gearing for take-off.

“Pizza?” The toddler asks once Harrington shuts his own door and starts the engine, low rumble vibrating through the car.

“Pizza,” you confirm sweetly, then glance at Eddie through the rearview mirror. “Is that okay with you?” You ask the musician.

“Sure,” he says rather flatly, but quickly catches the indifference in his tone and course-corrects, shifting his body in the seat so that he’s facing the back of the car. “I love pizza.”

“Pizza is my favourite,” Messer announces, the r falling short of a proper pronunciation. “My mommy likes it too. Uncle Steve brings her pizza when she’s sad.”

Eddie’s eyes flicker towards you yet again, but you ignore his heavy gaze and reach to ruffle the kid’s hair in retaliation for giving away such an intimate secret, although the action is very playful.

“I’m not sad, lovey.” You tell him, knowing Eddie is listening, “I’ve got you, and grandpa Wayne, and the girls from work, and uncle Steve too. What possibly could I be sad about?”

It’s rhetorical, the question. You’re affirming there’s a lot you have to be grateful for in this life you’ve built following the curveball that’s been thrown at you. Plus, you don’t want your three-year-old thinking you’re walking around sad. He’s just a little kid. He shouldn’t worry about his mom.

Messer however, doesn’t understand the stylistic tone, and he answers you anyway.

“Because my dad isn’t here.”

And your heart stops momentarily.

Fuck, you drawl the thought, then slowly, you tilt your head to look at Eddie who’s own gaze shudders under the declaration. The mahogany tint in his eyes darkens with emotion and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows a shallow breath.

Eventually, after an excruciating minute of awkward silence, he reaches for the kid, placing a hand on his tiny calf.

“I’m sure he’s very sorry about that,” Eddie says simply and he prays you can detect the sincerity in his tone, because he is… sorry.

As the drive continues, Eddie stares out the window and silently promises himself to not leave Hawkins until he makes all of this right.

He doesn’t need Messer to know his dad is here now, but he’d like to show you, in particular, how good it could be if the truth was out there. He’s not some fuck up that seemingly everyone in his life seems to take him for. He’s a good guy with mistakes that continue to chase him, but for a change, this is not one of the messes he wants to run away from.

Eddie’s quietly hoping the other slips won’t find him here, when his phone vibrates in his lap, catching his attention.

Glancing at the text from his agent, Smith Lyne, the rockstar’s chest tightens momentarily.

Smith Lyne (dickhead): Edward. Charges have been dropped. Eddie: thanks, man Smith Lyne (dickhead): The team managed to keep the whole debacle out of the press for now,  but continue to lay low for a few weeks.  Smith Lyne (dickehad): Will be in touch with the next steps soon.

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Please ♦ Eddie x Reader X Volt ♦

Spoilers on the Love ending with Eddie and Volt. 

Synopsis: A conspiring to get Eddie in the middle of a you and Volt sandwich.

Relationship: Eddie x afab Reader x Volt

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A squeak of the metal doors that lead to the Breaker Box, and you’re being greeted by Volt. 

“My dearest live wire.” Volt smiles with a kilowatt bright smile. His striking eyes glint in the dim bar as his arms stretch out, awaiting your body to fill his arms.  

“Hi Volt.” A smile works its way onto your face as you make the short way to him. 

He kisses the top of your head and moves his head away from you to look at your cheesing face. “Look at you…” His electric eyes grow hooded as he scans you from your close stance. 

He takes your right hand and guides you away from his body and into a spin. You’re wearing nothing too showy, it's a great choice to show up in a sleep shirt and shorts after closing. A giggle bubbles its way out from your mouth as Volt spins you a second time. 

“It's just my pajamas, Volt,” you say between giggles. A distinct set of boots clicking on the wood floor of the breaker box sounds off in the background as Volt spins you around yet again. 

“Careful, Volt. You’re gonna get her dizzy.” Eddie makes his presence known. 

As Volt stops your final rotation, he steadies you with two hands on your waist. A little wobbling forces another laugh from you as Volt chuckles at your instability. Finally, as your vision balances out, you see Eddie stationed at the bar with his thin eyebrows furrowed into a glare pointed right at Volt. 

“What did I tell you?” The dark-haired man sighs as he looks you up and down as you stroll up to him.

You prevent yet another tussle between them as you say, “Hi, Eddie.” 

His gray eyes soften at the sight of you before him, and he reaches out for your waist. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks, brushing your hair away from your face. 

“I’m fine, you worry wart.” You get on your tiptoes to kiss Eddie on the lips. They slot together perfectly as he leans down into the kiss. 

“Should I be jealous?” Volt says behind you as he starts putting chairs on the tables for closing, there is a clear tinge of a smile in his words. 

Eddie pulls away from your kiss with a playful roll of his eyes. You slip away from Eddie and finally give Volt his kiss. 

Gray eyes follow your form get wrapped in silver-painted hands. 

“Come here, live wire,” Volt nearly growls out as he dips his head to meet your lips. A need to shower you in kisses takes over the white-haired man. “You smell like heaven..” He whispers to you as he measures your neck in kisses. 

Eddie observes with hooded eyes as he leans back onto the bar; his elbows rest atop it. 

All of a sudden, the radio comes on, the filler stuff they put on when their performer needs to stop and rest. It's a smooth jazz number. You look up in confusion and make eye contact with Eddie. He just shrugs with a blasé attitude as he sees Volt guide you to the middle of the floor. 

With a whirl, you break out into a waltz with Volt guiding you. It's clunky, with you stepping on Volt’s dress shoes a couple of times. Good thing it won’t hurt with your house slippers on. 

After a few songs and twinkles of laughter from both of you, your dancing begins to slow down. Volt is slow dancing with you to an instrumental. His eyes are not on you, though, but on his other half. A glint of mischief shone in Volt’s white eyes, and Eddie broke the staring contest with a sip from a whisky sour he whipped up during your dance. 

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Volt whispers in your ear as Eddie’s face begins to light up red. 

“Oh God…” Eddie groans quietly as the two of his lovers convene right in front of him. He knows that it's going to be something entirely stupid or something that utterly wrecks him. 

Volt looks down at you with his electric white eyes, carefully observing you as he instructs you. Once he’s finished, he pulls away from your ear and catches your chin in his hand. 

Eddie watches as Volt slowly tilts your head up. A strong urge to gulp washes over him as he gets a view of the length of your neck and Volt towering over you as you look up to him like he hung the stars. 

“Do you understand, live wire?” Volt asks lowly, not whispering, he wants Eddie to hear this. You nod your head slowly up and down. Volt winks and turns your head to look at the dark-haired male in question. 

“Go on now,” Volt’s hand slithers down to your lower back and lightly nudges you toward Eddie. His eyes follow your body as you eventually get about a foot away from him. 

Eddie’s gray eyes trail your body as you stand before him, and he only snaps out of his trance once he reaches your face. A soft smile graces your lips as you look up at Eddie through your lashes. 

He can feel the heat pulsing through his wires. You caught him staring.

Just as he’s about to spout some shit about that whole Volt whispering situation, you speak up. 

“Can we sandwich you tonight?” 

“Please?” 

It’s the please that gets him. He tries so very hard to keep eye contact. A sort of symbolic way of maintaining his “hard-ass” mask. You put on the soft pout really thick, and he finally shuts his eyes and sighs out a groan. 

“Did he really whisper into your ear for this?” Eddie exasperatively grumbles out as he brings a hand up to rub at his eyes, smudging his liner around messily. 

“Pleaseeeee?” You squeeze yourself between his arms and get as physically close as you can to him. You speak into his chest, basically as you beg. 

A few more grumbles and incoherent grunts, then a little yes pops from his lips. You grin and whip your head to Volt, who has been watching you work your magic from a little way between the tables. 

“I told you, live wire, he’s got a soft spot just for you…” Volt practically gloats as he makes his way towards you two and points right where Eddie’s heart should be, “here.”

“You got what you wanted,” Eddie rolls his eyes and pushes his hair away from his face as he looks off to the side, trying and failing to avoid both of your stares. “Now, can you stop harassing me?” He huffs out as he glares up at Volt,

“Don’t be like that,” The taller man says in a teasing melody. His hand goes up to caress Eddie’s face. The distinct sound of Volt’s hand going against the grain of Eddie’s stubble makes you shiver in said man’s arms. 

“We just wanna have some fun.” Volt’s smirk travels further up his face. He breaks eye contact with Eddie by patting his cheek gently. Volt steps away from you and Eddie and holds a hand out for you. 

“Come, live wire, he’s sure to follow if you come with me up to the bedroom.” The Englishman says, taking your hand and guiding you to the room, which you are not unfamiliar with. 

A loud scoff and languid steps follow after you and the white-haired man. 

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Somewhere in the journey to the bedroom, you took hold of Eddie’s hand. You walk him to their bed, and he lets you push him down. He looks up at you and Volt, leaning back on his elbows. A red hue paints his face as you climb up onto his lap. 

Volt is busy taking off Eddie’s shoes and pants. You swoop down and kiss Eddie while you wiggle out of your shirt. You can feel his hard-on under your core. A shiver runs through your body as Eddie’s cock jumps in his pants. 

You break the kiss to throw it over your head. You smile as you catch Eddie taking you in, his red face not dying down. A well-timed rut into his buldge and he lets out a choked grunt. 

“Lift your hips.” Volt instructs both of you, and you rest your weight on your knees as Eddie tries to lift his hips off the bed. 

You sit on the lower part of his abdomen as Volt teases Eddie. You can hear Volt spitting and leaning down to get close to Eddie’s hips. 

A grunt leaves Eddie's closed mouth as Volt begins kissing his tip. Your hands flit across the dark-haired man’s chest. You unbutton his blouse and unmount him to allow him to shrug it off as Volt finally wraps his lips around Eddie. 

“Volt!” Eddie hisses and grabs Volt’s white hair. You look down and see Volt’s white eyes staring right at Eddie as he hollows his cheeks. 

You let out a chuckle as you crawl towards their bedside table to look for the lube they’re going to need. Just as you’re done digging around for it, you feel hands on your hips.

Looking back, you see Eddie nod towards your bottom with his chest heaving. His cock takes your attention as you slide off your shorts. Volt’s saliva creates a shine on it as it jerks every few seconds. 

“Let me,” Eddie says as you finally fully shimmy off your shorts. He licks his lips as he spreads your thighs to see your glistening sex. 

“Live wire…you’re naughty.” Volt rumbles out as he gets undressed himself at the side of the bed. “You like seeing me and Eddie together?” He chuckles out while giving one last kiss to your head as Eddie dives in to lick you. 

A whine slips out of your mouth as Volt brushes your hair back from your face and tilts his head with a fake pout. “So cute.” 

 Volt, who finally matches both of you in undress, gets behind Eddie with the lube in his hand. His hands guide Eddie’s hips up, similar to your position. Silver fingers spread his cheeks to squeeze a generous amount of lube onto his puckered hole. 

“Make sure you get her nice and wet, Eddie,” Volt says absentmindedly as he slips a finger into the man in question. 

Eddie ignores it in favor of giving you rug burn. His tongue dips into the source of your wetness and groans, the vibration coming from his mouth makes your hips jump, and you yelp. 

You’re face-down on the bed as Eddie sucks on your clit. Another grunt comes from Eddie as Volt works a second finger into him. 

The dark-haired man pulls away from between your sex and pushes you to turn onto your back. 

“I wanna see your face while I fuck you,” He huffs out. He is kneeling on the bed as Volt’s unoccupied hand wraps around Eddie’s base. He gives the shorter man slow pumps as his other hand massages Eddie’s G-spot. 

You lie on your back, your legs spread to fit both Eddie and Volt. 

Volt’s right hand slips from Eddie’s now-prepped hole. Eddie grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips. 

“Look at that…” Eddie rasps, his chest rising up and down a little deeply. His heart is racing, Volt can feel his blood pumping in his cock. You hold your legs open for both of them. 

“I’ll guide you in,” Volt says, shuddering behind Eddie as the said man gets closer to your hips. They work together like one person as Volt slips Eddie right into you. 

A wanton moan and a raspy groan weave together like a song as Eddie’s tip finally slots into you. Eddie can feel your walls pulsing; it drives him mad. 

His gray eyes are shielded from the sight of you writhing below him and Volt. He can feel the tightening feeling at the base of his cock, a foreshadowing of needing more. 

“Eddie,” you call out with a pout, noticing his clenched eyes. You furrow your eyebrows in disappointment at the lack of response that Eddie gives you. 

“Open your eyes, please?” You beg with a voluntary clench with your walls just to see his hips react to the stimulation. 

“I’m not going to be able to last if you don’t stop..doing…that,” The dark-haired man says while looking up to the ceiling, his voice strained with need. 

“Doing what?” A genuinely innocent question leaves your lips as Eddie finally slips down all the way, your hips meeting with a gentle skin-to-skin. 

“He means the magic word, live wire,” Volt buts in as he lines up to thrust into Eddie. The shorter man’s spine straightens as he feels Volt’s cock resting just outside of his hole. His gray eyes shoot open, and the first thing he sees is you looking up to him with the look of pure need in your eyes. A small pout stuck to your face as Eddie gets distracted. 

He’s tense, Volt notices. Volt leans to whisper to Eddie, not keeping it a secret from you, it’s more to create an intimacy setting. 

“Are you ready for me?” A simple check-in. It makes your heart melt from how sweet Volt is, how sweet your men are. Eddie doesn’t look away from you this time as you smile up at him. 

A deep breath and, “yes.” 

As soon as Volt slips in, Eddie groans out. Not even having the ability to try and stifle it. You pull him to lie his weight down on you. His head buries itself in the crook of your neck in order to get some sort of reprieve from the overwhelming feeling of both of you, and he wants to hide the fact that his eyes are rolling into the back of his head. 

You pet his head as he focuses on taking Volt. A kiss to his hair, and you look up to see Volt smirking at you over Eddie’s head. 

“Can you take more of me, love?” Volt says while rubbing a comforting thumb on Eddie’s hip. “Uh..yeah.” His voice is muffled by your neck. It’s been a while since Eddie has taken Volt. Before you came to help, the Breaker Box was overrun with problem after problem, absolutely no time for Eddie to have fun. 

Volt slides in more and lets out a moan with Eddie, almost there. Midway through his moan, Eddie bites into your shoulder, and you let out a surprised gasp. He immediately jerks back and lets out incoherent sorries. 

A cackle bursts out, and you just shake off the surprise. “You’re fine, Eddie.”

When Volt is finally fully sheathed in Eddie, you feel Eddie get pushed deeper into you. You now have to close your eyes to keep them from rolling back. 

Volt looks like he’s finally slipping with composure, although it’s not a competition, you definitely think you win in terms of being “wrecked.” They look so good together, you just have to bite your lip. 

“I’m gonna start thrusting now,” Volt says, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow, subtly checking in on you.

“Finally,” an exaggerated groan leaves you as you playfully roll your eyes. Eddie looks up at you with a scoff, and Volt looks down at you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. 

“I’ll let that slide tonight,” Volt’s hips begin to pump in and out of Eddie, his thrusts forcing Eddie’s cock to move in you. 

“Ah!” you yelp, and Eddie bites a different part of your shoulder. “But next time,” 

“You’re gonna get it,” Volt ends his sentence with a particularly hard thrust. Eddie can’t help himself as he groans and curses into your ear. 

“Fuck!” 

The bed creaks under you as Volt controls both of his lovers’ pleasure. 

“C’mon, Eddie,” Volt says rutting his hips into Eddie’s. He leans down, his long hair curtaining over Eddie’s back. “I’ll hold you up, just match my pace,” Volt says as he guides Eddie up with a hand over his neck. 

“God…Volt,” a near whimper from the hard-ass of a man. You shudder under him, basically getting off on the electricity that runs through both of them. They finally find a pace that has Eddie pushing into you. It pounds the air out of your lungs. 

Volt has to do the heavy lifting, but he doesn’t care; it feels so good. Eddie cannot stop the tight grip his body has on Volt. 

“Mmm, you feel so good, Eddie,” You say running your fingers down his bare chest, watching his abdomen work to thrust into you and back onto Volt’s cock. 

Silver fingers snake their way down Eddie’s chest and abdomen to the base of his cock, he gives a teasing squeese and Eddie grunts while slapping his hand away. 

“Don’t do..ngh..that.”

“Sorry, love,” a smile obviously on his face, betraying his true lack of guilt. He rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder to get a good look at what is before him. Your body is spread for them and a bit dewy with sweat. You look delicious.  His hands glide over to your clit as he can feel Eddie rutting back into him. 

“Volt!” You scream as you feel a small bout of electricity come from his hand. It hurts good. The barrier between pain and pleasure is non-existent. 

“I’m not gonna last,” you whine out as Volt continues to rub at you, the small circles driving you crazy. 

“I’m not either…” Eddie chimes in as he licks his lips. He never once thought of the image before him as he laid eyes on you for the first time downstairs. God, did he wish he had the imagination. 

“Well, it's a good thing I’m not stopping you,” Volt says with a chuckle in his voice as he roughens up the pace. Eddie moves to take over Volt’s touch on your clit, but Volt just lets his dissaproval be heard with a “nu-uh.” 

You clench around Eddie’s cock, the familiar feeling of that tightness wells up in your core, you can feel your clit throbbing under Volt’s finger. 

“God! You’re so tight!” Eddie barks out, burrowing himself to the hilt, trying to leave room for Volt to continue his ministrations. 

“That’s it,” Volt praises as you spasm around Eddie, before climaxing. 

Your body is washed over with a wave of shudders as your moans fill the room. Eddie groans from the vice grip you have on him. The rhythm of your pulse shoves Eddie over the edge as Volt’s cock punches right into the perfect spot. 

“Goddamit!” Eddie’s curses squeeze through his clenched teeth as he collapses over your still, wreathing body. His cock pumps ropes of his cum into you. “Please!” You say as Eddie starts filling you up. He groans in response as your body milks him unconsciously. 

Volt plants both hands on Eddie’s hips and uses him for his pleasure. Eddie doesn’t care anymore about being quiet as he moans with every thrust. 

You whine under Eddie from the involuntary rutting from his cock. Volt is quiet, only letting out grunts and huffs as he works himself to the edge. It's not long until he, too, reaches his climax. A loud moan from the Englishman rings out. The lights flicker in the room, and Eddie grunts under him as he is filled to the brim. 

White hair flutters after the man as he plops down right next to your head. Your eyes are closed, fatigued from how much energy was just spent. 

Volt looks at how spent you both are, and a soft smile appears on his face. He scoots closer to both of you and kisses Eddie on his head, and gives you a peck on the lips. 

“You both did very well,” the rumbles of his hoarse voice get you to open your eyes and look at him. 

“Thank you for this, Eddie,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Yeah, yeah…” He responds a little delayed, but he slowly gets up from your body. 

“Hold on,” Volt leaps from the bed to go get a wet rag and takes care to wipe Eddie up before he can fully pull away from you. 

You can’t help but get a little teary-eyed at how sweet Volt is. A tear slips down your face as Eddie finally pulls out of you, the combination of sappiness and loss of Eddie makes you nearly sob. 

“Hey-” Eddie begins to talk, but is taken aback at the state you’re in. 

“Are-are you okay, live wire?” He wipes away your tears as you actually start softly sobbing. 

“What did you do now, Eddie?” Volt says, teasing his other half as he returns with a new rag for you. 

Just as Eddie goes to defend himself, you say, “I just love you both so much.” 

Volt and Eddie share a look before nestling down beside you, trying to avoid the wet spots on the bed. 

“We love you too, live wire,” Eddie says, kissing your cheek while Volt wipes away your tears. 

“You mean so much to us,” Volt says, now wiping you clean. 

“That’s why we have to ask you to go pee,” the white-haired man explains as he gathers your hair from your face as you go to wipe away the leftover tears. You giggle and comply. 

By the time you’re done in the bathroom, Eddie and Volt are just about finished with replacing the sheets. But it was more like Eddie had to attempt to stand up as Volt rushed to pull the fitted sheet over the mattress. 

Eddie beckons you over with a single curl of his fingers, and you snuggle into his arms as Volt turns off all the lights in the room and settles behind Eddie. 

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My first go at fanfiction in the date everything fandom! Tell me how it went; if you want more, or if you you just loved it! - (•˕ •マ.ᐟ Cross posted on ao3 under the name: Cyar_1ka https://archiveofourown.org/works/67073467

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The Crash-Bang Incident - Part Two

Part One

PSA!!! Anywhere between 50-90% of this portion of the fic was written by the lovely @queenie-ofthe-void. I honestly can't tell who wrote what at this point, so let's all just clap for Queenie and call it a day!

Or: on the way to the tunnels with a concussed Steve Harrington passed out in the back seat, Max crashes into Eddie's van.

“Okay,” Eddie says, voice quivering, lips invisible behind the bandana. 

Dustin stands to the side, watching as Steve pats his shoulder consolingly, as if he’s not the one whose face looks a bit like the raw meat they’d thrown all over the train tracks to lure the Demodogs in.  

It never would’ve happened if Dustin hadn’t gotten into his car and practically forced him to help find D'Artagnan.

His gut curdles with the thought.

Or maybe he’s just hungry; it’s been hours since lunch, and he’d barely even finished the cafeteria’s gross meatloaf. His mom’s is way better.

“Hey, shithead,” Steve calls, and something smacks into his face. As it falls, Dustin clutches at it on instinct, barely stopping it from hitting the ground. “Put that on.”

It’s a bandana he must’ve found in the recesses of Billy’s trunk. He runs his fingers over it, grimacing when something crusty and brown flakes off onto the ground. He drops it, wiping his hand on his jeans.

“No, thank you,” Dustin replies curtly. “I brought my own.”

As if that was what they were waiting for, everyone starts tying on the face and eye covering’s they’d stolen from the Byers’ house. Dustin’s own is a scarf he’d found in Ms. Byers closet, and it smells nice, like the perfume she sometimes wears. Much better than Billy’s crusty old thing.

“What the fuck is that?” Eddie squeaks.

Dustin shines his light around, pointing at each of the Party members, making sure they’re all covered. He ends on that Eddie guy, who’s eyes look even more frightened behind the ill-fitting swim goggles he’d acquired from somewhere, hair sticking out every which way from beneath the band around his head.

The guy’s looking at Steve’s studded baseball bat like it’s going to grow teeth and bite him. Any relief Dustin had felt at adding another adult to their monster-hunting group has fled by the time he watches Eddie lean away as Steve swings the bat up on his shoulder, barely avoiding impaling himself on one of the protruding nails.

Dustin’s got to admit it, though; he doesn’t care what Mike says, Steve’s cool.

“You need weapons to fight monsters, Munson,” Steve replies, striding away.

Eddie stands there for a second, looking absolutely dumbfounded, before he rushes to catch up, staying so close that Steve almost trips over the guy’s foot.

Steve might be cool, but this new guy? Not so much. He might know something about D&D, but he looks like a strong breeze might tip him over, and when they find the hole into the tunnel, he stays behind Steve, peering over his shoulder like the monsters he doesn’t seem to get him might jump out at any second.

“A little space, dude?” Steve asks.

Eddie skitters back a few steps, and Steve wastes no time jumping into the hole, landing on his feet like some sort of superhero.

“So cool,” Dustin breathes, staring down at the top of Steve’s head.

“We brought rope!” Lucas calls, and when Dustin turns back, Mike’s already winding the rope around the closest stump.

“Do you want to die?” Eddie asks. He kneels down beside Mike, and slaps his hands away, ignoring his huffing as he twists the ropes into configurations Dustin’s never seen before pulling it all taught and yanking on it hard to test its ability to withstand weight. “You’ve gotta use a bowline, or it’s just gonna unravel.”

He stands, dusting the dirt from his knees while the Party stares incredulously at him.

“What?” he demands, hands on his hips in a clear emulation of Steve. “I was a boy scout.”

Dustin can’t help the way he snorts. “Looking like that?” he asks, outright laughing when the guy squawks. 

It’s just, Dustin had been in the boy scout’s before the move. His Mom had thought it’d help him make friends. It hadn’t. The kids were nice, for the most part, but no one had ever come over for sleepovers, or eaten lunch with him at school, or called his house just to talk.

Then they’d moved to Hawkins, and he’d met Will, and Mike, and Lucas, and he’d never looked back. But, he still knew the trademark looks of a boy scout, especially the ones that got into it enough to carry it into adulthood: Dorky haircuts, frumpy t-shirts, boots they can hike in, like they need to be ready to survive the wilderness at any moment. 

Eddie doesn’t have any of that. His boots look way too heavy to hike in, his jeans have too many rips just begging to be caught on low-hanging branches, and his hair’s long and wild. It even looks like he’s wearing makeup, that black stuff Nancy rubs beneath her eyes sometimes. 

No way in hell was he a boy scout. He doesn’t look like he’s been prepared for anything in his entire life. 

“What?” Eddie whines, stomping his foot like he’s just a big kid, worse than Lucas’s younger sister. “My Uncle signed me up!”

Dustin opens his mouth to reply, but then Steve calls from the hole in the ground, “hurry up, shitheads!” and they all jump, having entirely forgotten his presence. 

Mike’s the first one to grab onto the rope and shimmy down, clearly upset at himself for having gotten off task. They all watch him descend, waiting until Steve’s caught him and moved him out of the way, ignoring his grumbling outright. 

Dustin goes next. He sits and lets his feet dangle into the hole. It feels a lot higher off the ground, now, like his legs are dangling over an endless abyss. Still, everyone’s waiting for him, so he grabs onto the rope, and begins his descent. 

He flips and crawls backwards on his elbows until all of him is dangling, hands clutching at the rope hard enough that they sting, legs wrapped tightly around it, but he’s still slipping, too heavy and lacking any real upper body strength to stay afloat.

He slips.

He falls. 

Dustin barely has time to scream, shocked by his freefall before all the wind’s knocked out of him when he hits the bottom. But the bottom’s got arms and fingers, and it staggers when he hits it. 

Dustin opens his eyes and peers right up into Steve’s mostly-covered face. 

“Ow, Henderson,” Steve grumbles, but he’s clutching Dustin so tightly to his chest that Dustin can hear his heartbeat hammering where they’re pressed together. 

Dustin knows he must be heavy, but Steve takes his time setting him down. “Thanks,” he mumbles, stepping back to wait with Mike while Lucas, Max, and Eddie make their own way down, much more gracefully than Dustin had. 

Eddie’s eyes are bugged-out and wide as he looks around the tunnel. Dustin can’t blame him. It’s dark enough down here that the beams of their flashlights are eaten by the darkness long before anything is truly illuminated. 

“What now?” Eddie asks, shuffling close enough to Steve that their shoulders brush. 

But, Mike’s already strode off into the darkness with a call of, “come on!” so they have no choice but to follow. 

“Hang on, Wheeler!” Steve replies, rushing past the rest of them. Eddie tries to follow, but Steve calls, “guard the rear, Munson?” and he falls back, grumbling just loudly enough for Dustin to hear the words, “–you say, captain,” whispered snidely. 

Dustin hangs back with him, just a few steps ahead as Lucas jogs to catch up. In front, Steve finally elbows his way past Mike, and the tunnel’s narrow enough that Mike’s having trouble sliding around him. 

“What am I supposed to be looking out for?” Eddie asks him, voice hushed like he’s afraid he’ll get caught cheating on a test. 

Dustin hums, unsure of how much to say. The guy seems sort of freaked already, but he doesn’t need him to get eaten like Mews, so he replies, “Anything with too many teeth.” Thinking of Dart in pollywog form, he continues, “or no face.”

The sound of Eddie’s stomping footsteps stops for a second. Dustin keeps walking, listening intently until he hears them start back up again, quicker like he’s running to catch back up. 

“No face?” he hisses.

“Uh huh,” Dustin replies. 

“How can it have teeth and no–”

“Look, dude,” Dustin cuts off, ignoring Eddie’s huff. “You’ll know it when you see it.”

The tunnels are dark, wet, and crawling with vines. It’s bigger than he expected, like it’s made to fit something larger than Dart. Dustin wishes they could take their time, collect samples and study what looks like some sort of alien flora lining the ceiling and floor. But Steve’s yelling at them to hustle, so they hustle. 

Steve’s haggard voice eats at his guilty conscience. He wouldn’t have gotten himself wrapped up in this and gotten almost beaten to death if it wasn’t for Dustin. Now the guy looks like he could keel over at any moment. If he dies, it’ll be Dustin’s fault.

His morbid spiraling is abruptly cut short when a high-pitched scream rings through the tunnels from behind him. Dustin turns to find the new guy on the ground, face mask pulled down around his neck.  Everyone rushes over as the guy– Manson? Munston?-- falls to his knees and practically hacks up a lung, screaming between breaths. 

Steve shoves Dustin aside and kneels down next to him. He asks what’s wrong, when– oh, it’s Munson– shouts, “it’s in my mouth! It’s in my mouth! It blew all that shit in my face, and I’m gonna die, fuck Harrington, it’s all over for me, man. I’m not gonna make it!” 

Damn, and Dustin thought he was supposed to be the dramatic one.

But as Steve rubs circles into the guy’s back, Munson’s breathing evens out, and everything goes quiet again. He looks up at the group of kids standing in front of him and has the audacity to sound embarrassed when he says, “oh, actually I think I’m alright.” Dustin can’t help but groan and turn back to the Party who look just as fed up with this guy as he feels. Sure, he knows what D&D is, but he’s not a fighter, doesn’t have cool hair and a kick-ass car.

Steve helps Munson to his feet again, and he leans in close to Munson’s face as he readjusts the black bandana over his nose and mouth. Dustin thinks he hears the guy gasp, probably still struggling to breathe. But they’re wasting time, so Steve gives him a rough pat on the shoulder and ruffles Dustin’s hat on his way back to the front of the line, and they’re off again.

It’s quiet as they enter the large cavern they’ve been searching for. The stench of gasoline burns the hairs in Dustin’s nose and makes his eyes water a bit. But they get everything drenched before making their way back to the entrance they came from. Dustin pushes his way to the front just in time to catch Steve flick his lighter open and toss it. 

For a moment, back on the boarded up bus, Dustin had briefly considered how maybe smoking does make you look cooler. Because nothing had ever been cooler than Steve Harrington flicking his lighter open, and closed, not a care in the world even in the face of certain death.

His mind’s quickly changed at the stench of the Upside-Down burning, black ichor bleeding from the vines as they screech in vain. It’s a smell he’ll never forget, and as he thinks he’s going to vomit, Munson grabs the back of his collar, hauling him after the Party who’ve already taken off behind him. He’ll leave the smoking to Steve, who’s probably the only reason it even looks cool anyways.

So they run and run and run until Dustin’s wheezing for breath. He knows Steve’s an athlete, and Lucas has always been sporty, but Dustin’s never particularly excelled at gym class. 

Actually, after everything that’s happened tonight, he thinks it’s kind of insane that Steve’s still going after hunting down demodogs, walking all the way to the lab, getting the shit kicked out of him, and leading them through the tunnels, he just keeps going. Like the energizer bunny. 

Maybe if Dustin’s not going to take up smoking, he could take up running instead. Seems like it might be useful if they have to do more Upside-Down shit next year, too. But, hopefully this is it. El’s going to close the gate, and the Demogorgon and Mind Flayer can go back to being terms from D&D instead of real-life monsters out to kill them.  

Time moves weirdly in the tunnels – every patch of tunnel looks so much like the rest that time could have not been moving at all, and Dustin wouldn’t have noticed. But he’s pretty sure they’re about halfway back when Mike makes a strangled squawking noise and goes down hard.  

Everyone’s screaming, but with how closely Mike’s been following Steve, he gets to him first. Dustin doesn’t even realize what’s got him until Steve whips his bat out and strikes the ground next to Mike’s foot. The vine wrapped around his ankle whines and writhes as the nail bat hits it again, and again, and again. 

It’s quiet now, every single one of them brought to silence as the nails on Steve’s bat catch the light of all their flashlights pointing straight at him as he absolutely wails on the vine. Even Mike just sits there, staring up at Steve the same way he’d always looked at El when she’d used her powers. Dustin makes a mental note to make fun of him for it later. 

As Steve finally lets the bat thunk into the ground and stay there, propping himself up with it as he catches his breath, Munson makes this weird, high-pitched whining noise. Dustin whirls on him, ready to tear a vine off him with his bare hands, but there’s nothing there. Just Munson, staring at Steve with wide eyes, cheeks pink in the sallow light of Dustin’s flashlight beam. 

“What?” Dustin demands, moving the light up and down Munson’s body, double and triple checking for any wayward vines. “Did one get you?”

Munson shakes his head like a dog, sending his frizzy hair flying into his face. “Nothing!” he says, and then makes to stride past Dustin and continue walking.

It causes a minor traffic jam when Max and Lucas make no move to let him past, so all four of them stand there, bunched up together while they wait for Steve to help Mike up and lead the group once more. Eddie sulks his way into the back, arms crossed like he’s pouting. 

Dustin’s ready to get out of the dark, but his legs still feel wobbly from trying to climb down the rope, so he’s thankful when the group comes to an abrupt halt. Steve’s got his arms out wide, corralling everyone behind him. Dustin sees his gloved hands drift slowly towards the nail bat on his belt when he hears chittering in front of him. Peeking around Lucas’ shoulder, he spots a lone demodog crouched to spring.

“Dart?” Dustin asks, pushing his way through the crowd, eyes glued to the tell-tale yellow markings  on the creature’s back end. He thinks he hears Munson whisper “did he just call that thing Dart?” but the question’s drowned out by a chorus of too-loud shushing.

Dart flinches slightly at the noise. Dustin holds up his hands, removing his goggles and face mask even as he listens to Steve repeatedly tell him not to. The guy worries too much. So what if Dart ate Mews, it’s not like he knew any better. Plus, Mews was his mom’s cat, and Dustin’s never had his own pet before. Sue him, he misses his little buddy.

He was a total asshole, locking Dart in that dingey, disgusting cellar. Dustin can’t imagine how much it must’ve hurt his paws– claws– digging through the cement foundation. So he apologizes, over and over, until Dart relaxes. The adorable creature dips its head when Dustin remembers the candy he’s still got shoved in his pocket.

“You hungry? I’ve got our favorite, see? Nougat” Dart shakes his tail. Well, Dustin thinks he would if Dart had a tail. He wiggles his butt a bit, and that’s good enough for Dustin. So he unwraps the candy bar, slowly placing it between them for Dart to suck into his maw of razor sharp teeth. 

Steve is practically hissing through his own, less impressive, teeth at him to back up, but Dustin knows what this moment really is. He tries not to tear up, as he unwraps another bar. Dart eats it with more excitement and less hesitancy.

“Is he feeding that thing nougat?” Eddie practically screeches before being violently shushed again. “Oh, holy shit. Dart? As in D’Artagnan? As in this kid is feeding this monster a Three Musketeers bar so he named it–”

“Yes, oh my god new guy, we get it,” Mike snaps. “Pull it together.”

Without looking back, Dustin waves them to pass as Dart’s distracted. With Steve in the front again, Munson grabs him by the front of his shirt to get moving.

Dustin fixes his goggles and mask back on before solemnly wishing his little buddy farewell, and they’re headed down the tunnel again.

The trek back to the cavernous opening feels faster than their trek in, so before Dustin realizes, Steve’s already hoisting Max and Lucas up the dangling ropes. When Munson and Steve move to help Mike, a low, rumbling growl echoes from a distance. 

Fear rips through him, high on the edge of adrenaline, when Steve starts shouting. The older boys link their fingers together to boost Mike up while Lucas pulls at his arms. What was at first a low growl has erupted into a roaring stampede, the tunnels quake around them with the force of it. 

And just like in the Byers’ living room, watching Steve take hit, after hit, after hit, Dustin’s frozen in place, eyes locked on the shadows reflecting down the tunnel. As much as he wants to be like Steve, his feet won’t allow him to move, not even to save himself. 

Until he’s forcibly ripped backwards by his jacket to face them. Steve almost throws him into the air, Eddie’s hands boosting him up so fast together that he lands halfway out of the entrance while Mike and Lucas yank him to safety.

But the ground is shaking, the snarling deafening, and Dustin realizes with a gripping vice around his heart that he’ll never get the chance to learn how to style his hair with Farrah Fawcet hairspray– three pumps, damp, not wet– because Steve’s going to die down there. 

He’s going to be ripped to shreds in a hole in the ground, and it’s Dustin’s fault – he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. And now the new guy too, dead, all of it Dustin’s fault.

Part Three

I know I already did a shoutout, but one more round of applause for @queenie-ofthe-void for the writing AND editing! I would be lost without you <3