#eddie let mads feed you

[dreamsteddie]

One of my favorite flavors of Rockstar Eddie and Normal Guy Steve is when Steve not only doesn't care who Eddie is, but actually thinks his music is terrible and is Not Impressed with him at all.

Robin and the kids drag him to a festival where Corroded Coffin is headlining and they have an ok time, Steve is mostly focused on making sure no one gets dehydrated or roofied but he enjoys some of the opening acts before the heavier shit starts.

But then the more metal/alternative stuff starts and more people are crowding around the main stage and the whole thing irritates him and makes his head start to throb but he's keeping it together. Finally, the main act is set to take the stage and Steve can push through one more hour before corralling everyone to the food stalls one last time and heading home so he doesn't have to stop on the way to feed the gremlins, or worse, take them to his place and be forced to provide sustenance.

Only, Corroded Coffin is 30 minutes late to the stage which sets Steve's teeth on edge from the get-go. Then they come on and they are so loud and the main guy whose name he doesn't know (it's Eddie) is drenched in sweat in 5 minutes and looks like a drowned rat with tattoos. Steve has no idea what they're saying and he's reached his limit so he knows he must be glaring up at them and is the infuriating guy in the front of the crowd with his arms crossed not dancing.

Finally, the show ends after two encores making it well past 1:00 AM. The kids and Robin are buzzing, so he can't be too mad, but he's ready to get something to eat and drive them all home. Technically there's two days of the festival, but they only had enough money to shell out for the first day.

It's when they're in line for food that Eddie seeks out Steve. Usually people standing in front and not moving is a surefire way to piss Eddie the fuck off, but this guy was so pretty and looked so sweet looking at his friends next to him he was instantly smitten.

He walks over with a kind of jackass rockstar swagger that immediately sets Steve off. He smells like sweat and his hair is a huge frizzy mess and he says "Hey sweetheart, why don't you let me buy you something?"

Steve just gives him an unimpressed look while the party is in various states of shock, crosses his arms, and says "Only if you want to pay for all these shitheads too. They're like a pack of feral chipmunks and I'm not looking forward to paying their bill."

This is not at all the response Eddie expects. He's famous! He's used to people getting flustered and tripping over themselves to be in his orbit! Sue him! But he's immediately charmed and agrees to pay for everyone and ends up coming with them to eat around Steve's car, entertaining the kids when he'd rather lean up on the side of Steve Robin hasn't already claimed for herself.

By the end of the night Eddie is convinced Steve is the one for him, the man of his dreams and is determined to woo him. He asks for Steve's number which Steve agrees to give, but promises Eddie he won't be easy to please.

Eddie is more than up for the challenge.

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A sort of part two has been created 😊

[sweetyyhippyy]

After Party. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *Fluff*

Summary: Eddie's fiancé has the best time at her bachelorette party. So much fun that Eddie has to take care of her when she gets home.

Word Count: 1.6k

TW: Very drunk reader. Mentions of alcohol. Reader being kind of an airhead (she's drunk its not her fault). Reader also being hungover.

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Eddie had long nodded off on the couch, the reruns on the tv had run their course and now the late night infomercials played. He felt himself falling asleep while he waited for his fiancé to make her way back home from her bachelorette party, bargaining with himself he would only close his eyes for 5 minutes.  

The rapid ding of the doorbell jolted him awake, his brown eyes scanning the room in confusion at first until the annoyance of the constant ringing brought him back. He lifted himself onto his feet, shuffling to the door and opening it up. 

His fiancé was wrapped around her best friend Gianna, a squiggly smile on her face. 

“She’s fucked up.” Gianna says, handing Eddie his bride-to-be's discarded boots and her clutch purse. “I would have called to have you come pick her up, but she threatened to push me into a bush if I called you.” 

Eddie sighed, tossing her belongings onto the floor next to him and stepping out to grab hold of his fiancé. 

“Hello, handsome.” She slurs the second Eddie takes her by her hand. “I’m a married woman!” She snatches her hand out of his, furrowing her eyebrows at him. 

Eddie wanted to be amused, but he also knew she was going to fight him every step of the way until her eyes closed for the night. 

“I tried to get some food in her, but she wanted nothing to do with it. I brought it just in case you have better luck.” 

“I want him to give me chicken nuggets.” She grumbles at her friend, giving her a glaring look. 

“If you come inside, I’ll give you some chicken nuggets. But you have to let me help you.” 

“But Eddie will get mad if you touch me.” She pouts her bottom lip out dramatically, batting her eyes at him adorably. 

“I’ll talk to him and tell him I was just trying to help you and feed you.” He offers his hand again slowly, her hand reaching out for her while she untangles herself from Gianna. 

“She had like 5 tequila shots. That’s what this is.” Gianna laughs. “Your turn now.” 

“Yeah, thanks.” He replies, giving her an unamused face. 

“You put a ring on it, you’re responsible. I’ll call her in the morning to check up on her.” 

“You need me to call you a cab?” Eddie asks, not wanting to let her go without a safe ride home. 

“Gareth picked us up. He’s parked out front. Thanks though. Good luck.” 

Eddie leads her inside, carefully guiding her through the house 

until they reach their bedroom. “Here, let’s sit right here so I can help you get undressed.” 

She giggles loudly, bouncing on the edge of the bed. “You’re going to see me naked? And on the first date?” 

Eddie can’t help but smirk at her, kneeling down on one knee, grabbing her by her ankle to take her sock off. 

“My husband has that necklace. You kinda look like him, but he’s hotter.” She wiggles her eyebrows, laughing to herself. 

Eddie secretly loved she already referred to him as her husband.

“Where is he? He’s not here taking care of you while you’re drunk.” Eddie teases back to her. 

She stares at him for a while, quiet for the first time since she’s been home. 

Eddie was ready to jump up and grab the trash can in case she was unable to hold her liquor anymore. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“You look a lot like my husband.” She pokes his cheek with her finger. “But he’s hotter.” She repeats herself, smiling from ear to ear. 

As much as he loved her, she turned real dingy when she was drunk but it always made for an entertaining night. 

Eddie goes back to taking her socks off for her, rubbing her ankle when she complained her ankles were sore from her boots. 

“I miss my husband.” She sighs, laying back on the mattress dramatically. 

“What’s your husband like?” Eddie teases, wanting to see what she would say. 

She sits up onto her elbows, smiling like an idiot. “Well like I said earlier, he kinda looks like you, but he’s so much hotter. He has really pretty brown eyes, and he has this really cute mole on his lower tummy. And he’s kinda nerdy but I like it, nerds are so cute. And he’s really sweet, he loves me even though I’m really annoying and even though I drool in my sleep.”

Eddie stifles a laugh, he sure did love her despite her drooling in her sleep. “Sounds like a hell of a guy if you ask me.” 

She hums happily. “He got me this.” She shows off the engagement ring on her hand, smiling at it. 

He wasn’t going to lie, he wasn’t entirely happy with the engagement ring he had bought her. He always wanted to get her a flashy diamond like her friend Janett Marks had when she got engaged. But all he could afford was a puny diamond that was barely .5 caret. He thought she deserved something so much bigger. 

“Eddie worked so hard to get this for me. Worked a lot of hours and saved a lot of money.” A warm smile spreads across her face the longer she looks at the ring. “I really lucked out with him, I have such a good man.” 

Eddie couldn’t help but smile at her, wanting nothing more than to kiss her but she didn’t even know who he was and he didn’t want to confuse her. “Yeah, it sounds like you have a good one there. Why don’t I get you some pajamas and get you to bed?” 

She whines, throwing herself back into the bed. “I’m hungry! Eddie always feeds me!” 

“What do you want to eat, sweetheart?” 

“First,” She hops back up, wagging her finger around in the air. “Nobody calls me sweetheart other than Eddie.” 

“Okay, noted. I’m sorry.” 

“Second, I want taquitos with cheese.” 

Eddie bites back a smile, nodding his head. “Alright, I can do that. But you gotta change.” He walks over to her dresser, getting out a pair of sweatpants and a band tshirt for her. 

“You’re trying to get me naked!” She laughs obnoxiously. “You naughty boy! You can’t see me naked! You have to go!” 

“Yup, yup. I’m going.” Eddie puts his hands up in the air to surrender, closing the door behind him. “Jesus Christ.” He sighs, never seeing her that drunk before. He knew the next morning was going to be rough for her. 

By the time the taquitos were done in the microwave, she still hadn't come out of their bedroom and he was a little worried that she might have gotten sick or hurt herself by accident. 

He walks back to the room, slowly opening the door to peek his head in. 

She’s in the middle of the bed and on top of the sheets, pajamas surprisingly on her body correctly, small snores coming from her. 

Eddie goes into their closet and grabs an extra blanket, laying it on top of her, along with the trash can next to her side of the bed, just in case. “Love you, sweetheart.” 

*** 

Eddie jumps back from the pan as the grease from the bacon pops at him. “Fucker.” He curses, turning the heat down. 

“Eds?” He hears a mumble from behind him. 

He turns around to see his fiancé dragging her feet into the kitchen, eyes half open, black smudges under her eyes from the makeup Eddie tried to wipe off her face while she was asleep, and hair going in every single direction. 

“Oh good afternoon sleepy head. So nice of you to get up this fine Saturday morning. How’d you sleep?” Eddie puts on his best chipper tone, teasing her in her hungover state. 

“I feel like a giant bus hit me and ran me over.” She whines, sitting in the chair a few feet from him. “Did you have to come get me?” 

“No Gareth and Gianna brought you home, but not without a fight from you.” He smirks, putting a large glass of ice water and Tylenol in front of her. 

She grimaced at him, only imagining what she did or said to him last night. “Oh god I’m sorry. Did I say anything incriminating?” 

Eddie chuckles to himself as he flips the bacon onto the other side. “Just that your husband is hotter than me.” He turns back to look at her reaction, a shit eating grin on his face. 

She groans to herself, struggling to open the medicine bottle before whining and looking to Eddie for help. 

Eddie walks over, taking the bottle from her and opening it, shaking two white pills out and handing them to her. “Would you like a tequila sunrise to wash that down?” He teases. 

Her body visibly retches at the word tequila. “God no, eww.” 

“Come on babe!” Eddie chuckles loudly. “They say the cure to a killer hangover is to keep drinking.” 

She glares at him, holding up her middle finger to him. “You’re an ass.” She pops the pills into her mouth and takes a few sips of water before putting the cup down. “I’m sorry if I was embarrassing or was too much last night. I know sloppy drunks aren’t fun.” 

He smiles as he kisses her temple. “You had fun at your bachelorette party and I’m glad. I’ll gladly take care of you when you’re fucked up any day. It’s all part of the deal, right?” Eddie takes her left hand and touches her engagement ring. 

She smiles at him and softly nods her head. “All part of the deal.” 

“Besides, next weekend is my bachelor party. And who knows what kind of shit the guys and I are going to get into.” Eddie smirks before walking away to finish cooking breakfast.

She knew she was going to be in way over her head with drunk Eddie next weekend. She would no doubt have to rope Wayne into helping her.

[blairxbear]

Stranger Things Preferences

Their Pet Name for you.

(Featuring: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Jim Hopper, Alexei, Murray Bauman, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Henry/001)

Warnings: Mentions of sex. This blog is 18+ Minors do not interact.

A/N: My first preference! There will be quite a few of these across quite a few fandoms so if you'd like to be tagged in future preferences or future stranger things posts please let me know in the comments! :) Also any Russian is taken straight from google translate so pre-apologies if I have butchered it! Enjoy!

Steve Harrington

Steve keeps his pet names quite generic, baby, babe, sweetheart. It's not so much the names he uses but how he says them. Most of the time he's most comfortable using the shortened version of your name or nickname he has for you, but the amount of affection he would put into it would make you melt. If he's being especially flirtatious you'd even occasionally get doll. He doesn't miss the effect it has on you when he calls you that.

Eddie Munson

Eddie is as theatrical with his pet names as he is with anything else in life. He loves to call you princess, especially during Hellfire meetings when he can incorporate you into his campaign. I think Eddie would switch between a few pet names to try to keep it interesting, baby, sunshine, sweetheart. It doesn't matter what he calls you it never fails to give you butterflies. Let's not pretend that if you two are hanging out in his trailer while you joke around and play air guitar together that he doesn't call you his little Rockstar.

Billy Hargrove

Billy's pet names for you depend on two things; his mood, and who you are around. In public you're only getting the less heartfelt pet names, he refers to you as his girl a lot in front of other people. Not only does he love the small smile it brings to your face but it also feeds into his possessive side, knowing that everyone knows you are his. When you two are alone and have been together for a while, Billy finally shoes a softer side of himself. He will compliment you a lot and attach all sort of pet names to those compliments, baby, sugar, sweet thing, still loving to resort to calling you his girl. You're mad at him and he's trying to make it up to you? Get ready for him to bargain his way back into your arms, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers in your ear, "Come on sweetheart, you know you can't stay mad at me."

Jonathan Byers

This soft, shy, adorable baby will probably be hesitant to use pet names for a long time. I honestly doubt you would hear them until you two begin to get intimate and he's too lost in the moment to think about what he's saying. He's pussy drunk and rambling into your neck, pet names would all be soft and sweet while he's chasing his high, beautiful and sweetheart would be at the top of his list. Getting high in his room? This sweet man would be telling you how you're his sunshine, rambling on in his delirium about how you light up his life.

Dmitri Antonov

While this man's English is very good, he still prefers to use pet names in Russian. There's something about the way he looks at you with his intense gaze as he slips back into his native tongue that just turns you into an absolute puddle. His favourites include котенок (kitten) and моя любовь (my love). The thought of this man holding you while you curl up in bed for the night, arms wrapped around you while he whispers endearing words in Russian into your ear is enough to bring butterflies to your stomach.

Jim Hopper

Let's not pretend like for a goooooooood while this man affectionately refers to you as kid even if you are barely a few years younger than him. He's a tough shell of a man that will refuse to open up or show his feelings for a long time, but when he does you realise its worth the wait. He doesn't throw around pet names and words of endearment a lot as he prefers to save them for moments when he feels it's right. When it's just the two of you and you're sharing a soft moment, sometimes referring to you as darling in his softer moments. Occasionally you might even get a cheeky baby.

Alexei

Another Russian baby, this adorable man will always call you pet names in Russian, it doesn't matter how much his English has improved. It just means more to him coming from his native tongue. His regular go to include голубь (Dove) and милый (Darling). Although, Murray taught him how Americans us Pumpkin as a term of endearment as a way to screw with you both and now it's one of Alexei's favourite things to call you. Jokes on Murray because seeing Alexei's face light up as he reaches for you and calls you pumpkin is enough to fall even more in love with him.

Murray Bauman

I feel like Murray cannot find it in himself to call you soft names to start off with. He's still confused by the fact that you even want to be with him, he's not going to possibly embarrass himself further using some pet names that might cross some invisible line he's set up for himself. He refers to as lady a lot, or another unique name that fits your looks of personality. Once this man is comfortable and more secure in your relationship I think the names would still stay light and not too sensitive. You would definitely get honey a lot, I don't think Murray would be able to resist yelling through the house when he gets home, "Honey, I'm home!"

Robin Buckley

Robin would also keep her pet names generic just like her bestie Steve, but less out of originality and more just to play it safe. Robin would have some insecurities going into a relationship after all the careful steps she took just to get to where you two are now. She is hesitant at first to say the wrong thing so she sticks to a lot of sweetheart and babe. One day you were spending time together and she slipped up and called you buttercup. She panicked for a second worrying what you would think of the nickname, but seeing your smile wiped all of those worries away and it became one of her favourite pet names so far.

Argyle

Okay so we all know this cutie is not going to call you any conventional pet names unless he's sober which is not very often. You're going to get a lot of my dude and bro but he does really mean it affectionately with you. Other than that you're definitely going to get a lot of made up names that mean absolutely nothing but to him they mean a lot; wicked lady, cream puff, anything. He would totally refer to you as "my queen" when he lets you into the van which he refers to as your chariot. Your favourite pet name would be the time he said, "My pretty girl is gonna get all the pizza she wants" he couldn't understand your reaction as you couldn't think of what to say next after hearing Argyle call you his pretty girl.

Henry/001

I whole heartedly believe this man would refer to you as pet. He does mean it endearingly but he also can't resist how you scrunch your nose up at hearing the teasing term. He also uses a lot of "My little..." whether it be bird, bunny, dove. He constantly feels the need to protect you and he shows that in his terms of endearment by referring to you as small and innocent. I know this man would call you his good girl, and you will have to pry that thought out of my cold dead hands.

A/N: Hope you guys like this! Reminder that if you want to be tagged in future Stranger things posts or other preferences to let me know in the comments and ill create a tags list :)

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Two Three Four

Eddie loads the dryer but leaves it open for now; Steve’s asleep on the couch, his pup on the play mat on the floor next to him. Eddie checks the pup every few minutes; he’s pretty content right now, making a concerted effort to get his romper covered foot into his mouth.

He’s a pretty good pup, as far as Eddie can tell. Eddie’s apartment is a mirror of Steve’s, sharing the lounge wall, which means Eddie doesn’t really hear anything at night, their bedrooms are as far apart as they can be.

He’s heard him once in the day though, mid afternoon, crying. Just that once though, and Steve says he only wakes up once in the night for a feed and a change, and apparently that’s pretty good. Or at least, Steve seems happy with it, Eddie has no clue what's normal or not for new pups. Or any pups.

Steve’s still taking the opportunity to nap, though, and Eddie’s letting him. The pup is only ten days old, after all.

Eddie figures he can do their lunch dishes too, so he heads into the kitchen to tidy up. It doesn’t feel weird, letting himself help out around Steve’s place. Feels like home. Feels right.

Eddie likes it.

His Alpha definitely likes it.

Eddie’s done the dishes, dries them, puts them away, and decides it’s time for another loop of the apartment to check on Jamie. He’s fine. He’s waving his arms about and making happy pup gurgling noises.

There’s a knock at the door. Sharp. Very confident; also very fucking annoying. Eddie’s eyes flick to Steve and, yup, whoever it is has disturbed Steve and he’s stretching on the couch, starting to wake.

Eddie answers the door, finding the most petite female alpha he’s ever seen in his life. She frowns spectacularly at the sight, and scent, of Eddie, “can I help?”

“This is Steve’s apartment.” It is not at all delivered as a question, and Eddie guesses if she knows Steve well, she can scent damn well that this is his apartment.

“...can I help?” Eddie repeats, trying his damnedest not to let his hackles rise at the strange Alpha pushing on their boundaries. There’s a new pup in the apartment, and Eddie’s Alpha is the most alert it’s ever been right now.

“Eddie, who is it?” Steve calls from inside, and the Alpha steps closer.

Eddie has to resist the urge to just slam the door, but he can’t stop himself from swinging the door tighter to himself, blocking the doorway with his body, when the Alpha takes a step forward.

“Steve, it’s Nancy,” she calls.

“Oh.” Steve says, and Eddie can’t work out that tone at all, “okay Eddie, she can come in.”

Eddie still pauses for a second, having a mad glare off with this tiny Alpha, before he backs down and makes just enough space for her to pass.

She ignores him, going straight in and hovering near the couch, clearly pausing when she catches sight of the pup, “I heard you’d had a pup but…”

Steve sighs, bending down from where he’s sitting to scoop Jamie up into his lap, “his name is James.”

Eddie can feel how fucking awkward this is, the atmosphere between these two palpable. Eddie debates leaving, for a split second, this isn’t actually, anything to do with him.

He doesn’t though, he can’t, he shuts the door, and then hovers awkwardly behind the couch, and behind Steve.

Nancy eyes him again, and Eddie stares right back. Steve sighs. “If you two want to have a pissing contest you can do it some place else. You’re making it stink in here.”

As if on cue, Jamie starts crying.

“You’re right, he should go,” Nancy says.

“Excuse you?” Eddie can feel his eyebrows dragging his whole fucking face up into a scowl.

“Oh no,” Steve stands, “we’re not doing this, Eddie, do you mind taking him a sec?”

Eddie swells with pride that Steve would trust him with the pup, right this second. He probably actually puffs his chest up like an idiot, but he can’t make himself care. He takes Jamie into the nursery, bouncing him and holding him so he can scent at his neck, making nonsensical shushing noises. Unfortunately he can’t hear Steve and Nancy talking over Jamie’s half formed warbling in his ear, but it only feels like a couple of minutes before the pup settles and the front door clicks shut.

Steve comes in, looking tired suddenly. Tired and worn, “you okay?”

Steve shrugs, “she just came to remind me that I’m a stupid omega.”

Eddie has to bite back a growl, “she what?”

Steve laughs, but it’s empty and there’s no humor in it, “she didn’t actually say that. She said I would have been better to have a little more security before I had a pup. That having an Alpha I’m not mated too around the place is a bad idea. She asked if you were the father.”

For a second, Eddie’s heart feels like it tries to beat twice in one go, “what did you tell her?”

“That I don’t know who the father is. Technically true, but I put it like that to get a rise out of her. She always thought I was...flighty.”

“That’s a very polite way of putting that.”

Steve shrugs, coming close and scenting the top of his pups head, “I just wanted a mate. A family. Someone serious,” he shrugs, “I guess you’ve got to kiss a lot of frogs or whatever. Just never...found the one that turned out to be a prince.” And Steve scents sad. He scents so godamn sad, “but I’ve got Jamie now, and we don’t need anyone? Do we pup?”

Eddie excuses himself, and goes home.

The knocking at Eddie’s door could be described as fucking obnoxious, so Eddie knows it’s Robin before he yanks it open.

“Steve said he hadn’t seen you for a couple of days.”

“Uh hu.”

“He also said Nancy had been over, was she a bitch? Did she say something to you?”

“No-”

“So why are you avoiding Steve?”

“I am not avoiding Steve-”

“Great, so you won’t mind coming over then. Me and Chrissy brought take out.”

Eddie sighs down at his adventure Crocs, listening to the happy chatter from inside the apartment. He really needs to get it together. He forces himself to think about that fact that he’s just made an amazing new friend, and that he gets to be a part of Steve’s life, and that he should be happy with that.

He really, really needs to be happy with that.

He’s just, he thinks, gotten his shit under control enough to knock when Robin drags the door open, “oh, figured you’d gotten lost, was just about to mount a search and rescue."

Steve and the girls are piled onto the couch, so Eddie takes the armchair. Jamie’s in his Moses basket, off to one side where Steve can look over him. The coffee table is covered with take out.

“Eddie,” Steve smiles all happy at the sight of him, “we missed you, you been busy?”

“Uh, yeah, work, you know, got busy,” Eddie says lamely. He can feel Robin eyeballing him, so he ignores her in favor of duck rolls and chicken chow mien.

They go back to the conversation they were clearly having before Eddie arrived, “I’ll definitely go out with you,” Chrissy is saying, “I mean, I won’t be any good at it, I’ve literally never played basketball, but you can teach me.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, you have cheerleader reflexes. I just need to practice with someone to get back in shape before I go out with the guys again, you know.”

“Yeah,” Chrissy agrees, “just getting out there will do you good.”

Steve hums, “I’m already getting really restless, you know?”

“I’d be climbing the walls, have you been out for a run yet?”

“Couple of times, but was more of a brisk walk, with the stroller, but I felt so much better afterwards.”

“Well, when you do get out for one, let me know, I can come with you for the first few while you find your feet?”

“Yeah, that would be great, I don’t know how far I’ll manage, but I’ve really got to get moving.”

“Eddie, help me with the coffee?” Robin distracts Eddie away from Steve and Chrissy’s, quite frankly, horrifying conversation. Sports? Running?

“You look like you’re going through the seven stages of grief, or whatever,” Robin laughs at him.

“What?”

“Don’t worry, I went though the same thing with Chris.”

“What...thing?”

She turns to him, rolling her eyes, “you just realized that you’ve fallen in love with a jock?”

“Oh. I-Oh no.”

“Oh, sure, I can watch Jamie,” Eddie finds himself agreeing easily.

Steve’s wearing...well. Eddie’s not sure. He can't look. They’re shorts, Eddie’s pretty sure. They’re...green, maybe? But the most important feature is that they’re so tiny as to be practically indecent. Hence Eddie maintaining fierce eye contact.

Behind Steve, Chrissy is...stretching? Eddie guesses that’s what that is? Steve’s already got a little color in his cheeks and he’s bouncing on the spot a little.

“I’m real out of shape so we won’t be gone long, okay? Like, half hour, max.”

“Sure,” Eddie grabs his keys and slides into his adventure Crocs.

“He’s literally just been fed and had a change, he should sleep the whole time. Obviously help yourself to anything,” Steve is saying as Eddie follows him down the hall, "I've got my phone, so just call if you need and we can come straight back."

Jamie is there in his basket, the TV playing something quietly, and Steve kneels and scents his pup real quick before he goes.

The curve of Steve's ass is peeking out of the bottom of the shorts, the milky skin inside his spread thighs- Eddie stares at the ceiling. Nope nope nope, “sure,” he tells Steve, and the ceiling, “we got this.”

Eddie waits for the door to click shut before he moves again, looking down at Jamie, who gurgles, "what the fu-I. Sorry. I shouldn't swear in front of you but, I mean. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with your dad, is the thing."

Jamie farts, and then starts to cry.

Eddie sighs.

[oneforthemunny]

hmmm how about 🪩🥣❤️‍🔥

your roll is cowboy!eddie, baby/kid blurb, and pet/animal related. i'm going to scream i'm so excitedddd!

"What'd you do?" Eddie's shoulders slumped, face falling as soon as he saw you- lip caught between your teeth, eyes rounded so sweetly, the tiniest hint of a grin on your lips when you stepped out of the car, walking towards the back seat.

"It's not bad." Your voice raised in octave, high like it always was when you were hiding something.

"What'd you do?" Eddie repeated, gloved hands on his hips, looking around the back window, where Cooper was in his car seat.

You swallowed back a grin, peeking in the window behind you. "Well, Coop and I were at the grocery today, and when we were leaving, Cooper saw a puppy." You batted your eyes at him, sweetly, softening him up.

Eddie gave you a bored but knowing look, head tilting to the side gently. "You didn't."

"I had to." You sighed, exasperated and dramatic. "Eddie, he was- it's a boy, by the way- and he was just wandering around, and he looked so hungry and sad. He's just a little baby!"

Eddie walked towards you, looking around you into the back window. Sure enough, on a towel, sat a little puppy, shaking and scared, definitely thin, looking around while Cooper babbled and giggled, squealing with two year old excitement about the puppy.

"And I was going to take him to the animal shelter, I was, just to make sure he'd be okay, but then Cooper saw him, and..." You nodded towards the window. "And he loved him, and the puppy liked Coop, so I took him to the animal feed store to Dale so he could give him his shots and we could get his food and stuff."

You looked at Eddie, following his gaze back to the window, his face unreadable- not angry, not not angry either.

"Don't be mad at me, please." You pouted lightly, reaching for the door handle. "He's really sweet."

"'M not mad, baby." Eddie shook his head lightly, lips curling in a half grin when Cooper shrilled, making grabby hands at the puppy that was just out of reach.

"Da-da! Da-da! Dog!" Cooper chanted, pudgy fingers pointing towards the puppy. Eddie grinned at his little toddler dialect, always emphasizing the 'o' in dog since he started talking more. You two would always giggle, cooing with encouragement when you'd read his little books to him.

"Yeah? You got a dog, Coop?" Eddie's voice rose into an excitedly sweet baby babble that always had you swooning.

"Yeah! Yeah! Dog!" Cooper squealed with laughter, grabbing at Eddie's neck when he lifted him out of his carseat. "Dog!"

"See?" You grinned, stroking a finger over Cooper's cheek sweetly before ducking into the car, wrapping the shaking puppy into the towel and gathering him in your arms.

"Look how cute he is." You cooed, giving the sweetest batting eyes that could rival the puppy's.

"What's his name?" Eddie grinned, swaying with Cooper gently, the toddler squirming, fighting to get towards the puppy.

"I haven't named him yet. Was going to let you do that." You grinned.

Eddie snorted lightly. "Yeah? So I get attached to him?"

"Exactly." You nodded with a giggle. "Whatever you want to name him."

Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, a tiny grin on his face. "Pippin?"

"I love it." You smiled. "Little baby Pippin. Pip Squeak." You cooed, leaving Eddie laughing.

[silent-stories]

Staying at the Munsons' trailer:

-Eddie never wants to get out of bed in the morning and tries in every way to grab you and hold you tight to his body so you can't leave.

-When you finally manage to get out of bed Eddie huffs and sinks his head into the pillow like a child mad at you. After some moments, you usually leave a kiss on his bare shoulder as an apology and go to get a coffee with Wayne if he's not at work.

-Sometimes in the morning you make pancakes and Eddie finally rolls out of bed beacuse of the good smell.

-You realize he is not in bed anymore when you feel his arms around your waist.

-You and Eddie feed the stray cats in the area and often let them into the trailer too. When Wayne returns home to find it full of cats, he doesn't even ask any questions anymore.

-You and Eddie often try to bake a cake or cook something and always end up turning the kitchen into a mess.

-Eddie tries to teach you to play his guitar. (You're the only person he lets touch it) and Max knocks on your door saying that if you two don't stop making noise she will call the police. (You know she won't do it for real)

-Movie marathons snuggled up next to Eddie and when Wayne comes back from work he finds you both asleep on the couch.

-You always do Eddie's laundry because he would wear the same t-shirt for a whole year.

-Eddie, with the cats, also lets in some raccoons. You usually glare at him but what can he do? They lost their mom and need to be loved.

-Wayne thanks you for always being there for his son, for seeing him as he truly is, for being gentle with him and always cooking food for them. He says that after everything he's been through, Eddie deserves someone like you.

-Wayne saying you are part of the family.

-Sometimes, you and Eddie lay down on top of the trailer to stargaze before you go to sleep. Wayne's always scared one of you will fall down and break some bones because it wouldn't be Eddie's first time.

[wheels-of-despair]

A Situation Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: There's only one thing in the world that could make Eddie turn Evil Woman Action down… and it's down there. Contains: Embarrassment, vague mentions of an uncomfortable development in a sensitive area, lying, angry eating, Uncle Wayne being glad he doesn't have the full story, kind of a fight, eventual reconciliation… oh, and some good old-fashioned fruit-fucking. Words: 2.4k

Note: Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass.

Other Note: This will never come close to My Beloved Melon Fic, but @fictionaldaze bullied me into another fruit fic anyway. Enjoy! 😂

"Hey," she purrs. Wrapping her arms around his waist. Nuzzling her face into his chest. Breathing out a satisfied sigh that permeates his t-shirt and warms his skin more than the afternoon sun beaming down in the parking lot of Hawkins High.

Eddie relaxes into her and inhales deeply, getting a heavenly whiff of his favorite smell: his one and only.

"Wanna go fool around?" she mumbles.

Eddie feels his dick twitch at the suggestion. No! Stop that!

"Uh… can't today. Promised Wayne I'd scrub the bathroom." Right. Bathroom. Cleaning. Scum in the tub. Hair in the drain. Things that are not at all sexy.

"Need help?" She would really help him with this? That's so sex--NO. Not sexy! Plunger! Wads of slimy hair! The smells!

"Nah, wouldn't want to subject you to that."

She sighs, but it's not the good kind of sigh. She's getting mad. This is the third time this week that he's rejected her advances. And he feels terrible about it. But it's for her own good! Really!

There's something going on down there. He doesn't know what it is. He doesn't know why it's there. He doesn't know how he got it. But he knows that it's ruining his fucking life.

Is it a disease? A rash? Something he picked up in the locker room? Or The Hideout's bathroom, which hasn't been cleaned since 1959? It looks a little less horrifying that it did yesterday, but what if it's a fake-out? What if that's what it wants him to think? What if it's contagious? What if he gave it to her? He'd never forgive himself.

He'd picked up the phone to call the free clinic three times. Once, he even dialed a few numbers before hanging up. He was too ashamed to show anyone, even if they could help him. He'd rather just let his dick fall off and die horny and alone.

"What's with you this week? You're usually all over me, but you have now turned me down THREE times. What are you, on the rag?" She's pulled away. She's glaring. Not good.

"I'm just… not in the mood," he lies, rubbing the back of his neck.

She rolls her eyes and starts walking in the other direction.

"I thought I was taking you home?"

"Not in the mood," she yells without looking back.

Fuck.

Eddie watches her stomp onto the big yellow school bus that she loathes. Oh, boy, is he in for it.

Stop that, he grumbles at himself, adjusting the front of his jeans with a wince as he hops into his van. He speeds home wondering what's more likely to happen first; his dick shriveling up and falling off, or his girl getting mad enough to rip it off and feed it to him. Either way, he's fucking doomed.

When he gets home, he enters quietly, hoping not to disturb a snoring Wayne. He steps into the bathroom to rid himself of the Mountain Dew he sucked down at lunch… and glares at the object of his ruination. Betrayed by his own cock. He sighs at the sight of it - although it does look less alarming than it did yesterday - and after a gentle shake, stuffs it back into his boxers with a hiss.

Eddie's stomach rumbles while he's washing his hands. Don't want that spreading, he thinks as he dries his hands on his shirt. He tiptoes to the kitchen and stares into the pathetically stocked cabinets, hoping for a snack to present itself. He never had this problem at her house. As soon as they got there, she'd throw a bunch of seemingly random stuff together and turn it into something creative that he'd happily bust a gut on… if Gareth would let him.

Shit. Forgot he was supposed to take some of the guys home. It's literally why they were there, loitering in the parking lot instead of peeling out of Hawkins High like two bats outta hell.

Eddie sighs and reaches for a can of pineapple. He'll save the Spaghetti-O's for dinner. And definitely go buy some damn groceries tomorrow.

He grabs the dull can opener, and after a fight, finally gets the top most of the way off. He bends it out of his way and grabs a fork from the dish drainer, leaning up against the kitchen counter to eat right there and reflect on what a shit-show his life has become.

She bought him the pineapple. And the fruit cocktail he ate a few days ago. And the green beans Wayne heated up for dinner last night. Just walked right in and started putting away groceries and lecturing him on "vitamins" and "minerals" and "eating a damn vegetable every once in a while."

He'd blushed and thanked her at the time, but now he wishes he could thank her over the kitchen table. Hard. Deep. Fuck. Stop it!

He stabs a ring of pineapple and lifts it out of the can, letting it drip for a second before tilting his head back and cramming the circle into his mouth. He stares at the takeout coupons on the fridge as he chews, wishing anything sounded appealing right now.

He'll never get to thank her properly ever again. Not that he'd have a reason to, since he'd rejected her so many times, she didn't even want him anymore. What an idiot. He had one thing going for him, and his dick fucked it all up.

He stabs another ring and lifts it to his mouth, spilling the juice down his chin and onto the front of his shirt. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and chews angrily.

Why does his mouth feel weird?

Eddie looks at the can. Ingredients: Pineapple. Pineapple juice. This isn't any different than the other can, is it?

Oh.

He didn't exactly eat the other can.

He'd opened the can a few nights ago, being unable to find any proper junk food as a midnight snack, and after he got the lid off... he looked down to see a perfect hole just waiting for him.

He'd been all alone. So lonely. Thinking about his girl.

A strong man would've been able to say no to that perfect hole.

But Eddie Munson was not a strong man.

But after… wait.

Is this it?

Is he allergic to pineapple?

Did he stick his dick in something he's fucking allergic to?

The realization makes him choke. He coughs, leaning over the kitchen sink as chunks of yellow devil-fruit fly out of his mouth at high speeds.

"Y'alright, boy?"

Shit. He woke Wayne up.

Eddie tries to answer, but it kicks off another coughing fit.

When he finally catches his breath and rinses the sink out, he turns… to see Wayne sitting at the table.

"I taught you to chew before you swallow, right?"

"Yes," Eddie sighs with a roll of his eyes. And then he remembers what set him off. "Can you be allergic to pineapple?"

"Is that what you were choking on?"

"Yeah."

"You ate fruit voluntarily?"

"For the very last time. Am I allergic?"

"Mouth feel weird?"

Eddie nods.

"Bromelain."

"What?"

"Bromelain. Meat tenderizer."

"I didn't eat any freakin' meat tenderizers!"

"It's in the pineapple. That's what makes your mouth feel weird. Something with the enzymes trying to bite back or something, I don't know. Used to bother your grandma real bad."

"So it's genetic? I'm allergic?"

"Can you breathe?"

"Yeah."

"Just a weird feelin'?"

"Yeah," Eddie says, shifting uncomfortably.

"You'll be fine. It'll ease up when you quit eatin' it."

Son of a bitch.

"Wayne, I gotta go. Sorry for waking you up."

"Almost time to get up anyway. Stop by the store on your way back."

"I will," Eddie says, darting around Wayne and grabbing his keys.

A knock on your bedroom door interrupts your wallowing.

"No," you grumble into your pillow. When the bus dropped you off a few minutes ago, you'd walked straight to your bed and fallen into it face-first. You hadn't moved since.

You'd spent the loud and bumpy ride home wondering why Eddie didn't want you anymore. You don't know what changed. He was always ready to go at the drop of a hat. Hell, he'd get horny if the wind changed directions and blew against him just right. And then, all of a sudden… nothing. Even when you made the first move - which he used to love - you got shut down. What was the fucking problem?

You hear your door open, and wish you had the energy to throw something at your dumb brother.

But Eddie is the one who crawls into bed next to you.

You don't want to look at him. You turn your head so you're facing the other direction.

"I brought you a flower."

"Kay."

"I stole it from Mrs. Wallace's garden."

You smile, even though he can't see you. Mrs. Wallace is the old bat down the street from him who's always yelling at kids for playing too loudly and creating a public nuisance. Like her screeching isn't a public nuisance of its own. It's a wonder she has any blooms left, with all her spite-pickers.

"I love you," he says.

"Doesn't feel like it."

Eddie sighs a deep sigh.

"What changed?"

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean, a week ago, you were practically humping my leg every time we got a second alone together. Now it's like…"

"It's not like that."

"What's it like, then?"

"I had… I had kind of a scare."

He pauses so long, you prod him with a "Continue."

"I had kind of a situation down there and I thought something was wrong but it's getting better and I didn't want to freak you out."

You turn your head back toward Eddie, who is lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. "A situation?" you ask.

"It was nothing, it's getting better, everything's okay, it'll be back to normal in a few days."

"A situation like a zit, or a situation like something you need to go to the clinic for?"

His face goes red. Your blood turns to lava. You prop yourself up on your elbows and glare down at him.

"Because I know I'm clean, and since you were a fucking virgin when we met, there is no reason for you to--"

"It's not that!" he cuts you off.

"Because if it's that, you need to tell me right the fuck now."

"It's not!"

"Then what the fuck is it, Eddie?!"

He brings his hands to his face and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"Eddie!"

"I…" he squirms. "Did something stupid."

"How stupid?" you spit.

"So stupid we're gonna laugh about it one day."

"Spit it out, fucker."

He spreads his hands to cover more of his face.

"Eddie," you warn him.

He slowly drags his fingers down his face and exhales.

"Ifuckedacanofpineapple."

"What?"

He winces.

"I fucked a can of pineapple."

He… what?

"And apparently there's something in pineapple that I'm allergic to or something? Wayne said my grandma had it too. But it fucked me up for a few days and getting hard hurt so fucking bad and that's why I've been distant but it's getting better and it's gonna be fine."

You stay silent for a minute, trying to process Eddie's confession. How the fuck… why the fuck… how?

"You fucked a can of pineapple?"

Eddie rubs his face. "Yeah."

"How?"

"I just… don't make me say it."

"Oh, you're gonna say it," you tell him, turning to lie on your side. "I need details. I need to know everything."

"No you don't."

"Eddie, I have never wanted to understand something so desperately in my life. Explain it, or we're going into the kitchen for a demonstration."

"No!" he barks, instinctively drawing his legs up and covering his crotch.

"Explain!"

He whines, and he squirms, and he looks at you pathetically. But you're far too curious to let this slide. Eddie pulls the pillow out from under his head and covers his face with it.

"Edward."

He lets out a long groan, and eventually moves the pillow out of his face. He hugs it to his chest.

"I was high and bored and lonely and hungry and I figured I'd try it so I could tell you I ate fruit and you'd be proud of me and stuff and I got the top off and there was just this… big… wet… hole? UGH!" Eddie groans and flips over to his stomach, taking the pillow with him to cover his head. You watch him wallow in his misery, becoming more amused by the second.

"Oh my god," you say in wonder. "I'm in love with a moron who literally fucked a can of pineapple."

Eddie tilts his head just enough so that you can make out his mumble: "I took it out."

"Took what out?"

"The can had sharp edges. I took out the pineapple and put it in a sour cream container before…"

You snort. He hides his face again, and you picture Eddie Munson dumping a can of pineapple rings into an old sour cream container the Munsons use as Tupperware and going to town on it. Right there in the kitchen. Sloshing pineapple juice down his legs and the cabinets and onto the floor.

You lose it. You cackle until your sides ache and tears stream down your face. You wipe them away with the backs of your hands, and look to Eddie. He's less red, but still clearly embarrassed as he stares at the ceiling.

"I take it you're not mad?" he asks.

"That you cheated on me with a can of fruit?" Another giggle fit erupts, and he lays there calmly while it passes. "Sorry," you say finally. "So you're allergic to pineapple?"

"I think it's safe to say that it's not something I'll be trying again anytime soon."

"What did it do to you?" you ask curiously.

"It kinda… it… uh… wasn't pretty."

"Can I see it?"

"No."

"Are you okay?"

"Will be."

You scooch closer, and he holds out his arm so you can snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest and slide your hand across his stomach until it reaches the other side.

"I'm glad you're okay," you say quietly. Eddie's hand begins stroking up and down your back. A thought occurs to you, and you smirk. "But it serves you right for trying to cheat on me with a can of fruit."

[luveline]

jaaaade!!! I wish we could see more of eddie and reader alone!!! Would you be open to writing about another date without roan or maybe roan at a sleepover??? xoxoxoxoxoxo

hey!!! eddie and roan without the roan!!! cw suggestive (they are deprived of one another its not my fault (it is technically my fault))

It's disconcerting to come home from work when Roan isn't there. There are no cartoons playing on TV, no shiny black Mary Jane's at the bottom of the stairs, no red vinyl raincoat on the bannister. Eddie's instantly visible across the hall in the kitchen, though his back is turned to you, arms buried in the sink. He's wearing your Walkman, head bobbing to music.

You nip into the living room even though Roan isn't home to feed Lucky the fish. 

"Baby?" Eddie shouts, loud, like he's mad. 

You quickly close the fish tank and present yourself for scolding. "What?" 

He's set the Walkman aside. 

His shirt is one of those shirts that he uses for both everyday life and bed. There's a hole at the neckline, and a wet patch near his stomach from the dishes, and the whole thing comes off in about ten seconds. 

You gawp at him. Eddie can be forward, but this forward?

He bursts into boyish giggles. "Your face! What are you thinking?" 

"What am I thinking?" you ask, on the defensive instantly, because not being so gives him room to dig his claws in. "I'm thinking me and my boyfriend are home alone for the first time in at least a month, and he's just called me like a dog and stripped in front of me, and- Eddie! Get away from me, don't you dare!" 

He snaps out like a snake and his arms are around you python tight, pulling you against his bare chest unabashedly. 

"I'm not your boyfriend. We're to be wed, if you forgot. And… You are such a nympho." 

"I am not," you say, grinning with laughter even as you struggle in his arms to get away. 

"You are. I took my shirt off because it's wet, not to come onto you."

"Do you remember when you used to be nice to me?" you ask mildly. 

"No." 

"No, me neither. Be nice to me, Munson, or you can make your own dinner." 

"You're making dinner?" he asks, eyes widened in surprise. 

"Don't act like I never make dinner." 

"Sorry," he says, "it's not that-"

You pat his cheek. "You do always make dinner, though. 'Cause you're a sweetheart, through and through." 

"Well you clean the bathroom, and we know how gross it is. Roan's a little freak." 

"She's a witch. Her latest potion included at least a quarter of your hair mousse, by the way." 

He leans in close to your face. "I'll make you dinner for the rest of our lives, if you want me to." His romantic side quickly fades back into the shadows. "But if you're offering, it's definitely your turn." 

"Nice," you say wryly. 

He hums his agreement, gives you two quick but well-meaning kisses, and let's you go where he'd herded you to the front door. "I'm gonna put on a dry shirt. Bring your pyjamas down?" 

"Please, handsome, if you will." 

"Duh." 

You spirit into the kitchen and turn the oven on. Then you wash your hands, pull a sack of potatoes from the cupboard, and get to chopping. 

"We're having homemade french fries and burgers. Unless you don't want burgers?" you ask, not looking as Eddie returns to the kitchen. 

"That's not funny. You know I always want burgers." 

You shove all your skin-on fries into the colander and you and Eddie swap. "Wash them for me, please?" 

"I'm already feeling like you cooking tonight is a lie." 

"I'm not lying!" you say, pushing your pants down to your thighs. 

You step out of them one leg at a time and shake out your pyjama pants. Eddie looks at you for a second, turns back to the faucet, and then double takes hard enough to make his neck click. You boo at his theatrics and pull on your new pants before he can waylay you with his nice hands. You're excited for some 'private time' with him, more excited to fill the aching pit of hunger in your stomach, and he could likely seduce you with one well aimed touch, so best to get dressed. 

"You have the fucking hottest thighs-" 

"Don't, Eddie," you plead, already laughing. 

"I'm being so serious right now. Fuck, can I just squeeze one?" 

"That's not even romantic." 

"I'm not trying to be…" He sets the washed potatoes aside on the draining board and quickly scrubs his hands dry. "I'm being honest with you, if I don't get my hands on your legs tonight I'm gonna pass out." 

His methods are questionable, but it's nice to be hyped up like that, especially when he usually keeps it PG. "You look so pretty today," doesn't ever lose its potency even when he says it every day, but the rarity of his more salacious comments means that each one makes you wanna jump him. 

"I think…" you say softly, tipping the fries on to a sheet pan and drizzling them with olive oil. He waits for you to finish. "We can make a deal." 

"What kind?" 

"Kind where you take it easy tonight and let me spoil you, and I'll make it worth your while." 

He takes it easy. He sits at the dinner table and you get to talk about things you haven't been able to for a while, properly, like bills and work and worries you don't say in front of Roan. Then you move on, talking about movies and music and heading into Indianapolis soon like you always say you will for an author event Eddie wants to go to. By the time the burgers are done, you're elated, head swimming with Eddie. You love Roan and love your life with her in it, but, separately, you adore Eddie. Everything about him. Even the way he talks is important to you: bravado and genuineness interlinked, making for an animated recount of his thoughts and feelings. 

You place a plate down in front of him with a great burger and a heaping pile of fries, and then you grab a coke from the fridge and pour it into a glass for him carefully. 

"You want ketchup?" 

He squints at you. "I can get my own ketchup." 

You take that for yes and retrieve the ketchup from the fridge, putting it with his plate and glass. 

"Where's yours?" he asks, covering his mouth as he chews a fry. 

You slowly, carefully, ease your way into his lap, giving him time to refuse you. 

He doesn't. 

You sit with your side to his chest and feel perfectly content as his arm wraps around you to hold you in place. "The deal is I get to spoil you," you remind him, stroking a curl out of his face. 

"I thought you meant, like, dinner," he says. 

"I do mean dinner. Dinner and everything else. You know you- you work so hard, 'n' you think I don't notice, I bet, but I do. You're the best dad, the best to-be-wed," you drawl. "You're my fucking guy, so you'll have to excuse me if I wanna get you the ketchup out of the fridge, loser." 

"You're a fucking loser." He's beaming. 

You stare at him, smile bright no matter how hard you try to tamp it down. "I love you. Let me hand feed you French fries like a serf holding grapes over an ancient courtesan, okay?" 

He tilts his head back in wait. 

Eddie lets you feed him fries, and somewhere between them his hand ends up exactly where he'd wanted it, between your legs and squeezing at the doughy flesh of your thigh. He couldn't look any happier. 

"You know what else would spoil me?" he asks, nosing at the skin under your ear. 

Your breath catches, sure he's going to say something awful. "What, baby?" 

"If you ate your food." 

You snort, spell broken, and go to stand, but Eddie's hand slides high up your thigh and lingers. "You'll need your strength," he adds. 

You push at his chest with your hand, tempted to roll your eyes at his smirking and nerdy delivery. "Whatever, baby." 

It's safe to say you aren't so dismissive of his bold claims later that night. 

[thesupreme316]

ok this might sound weird but… how would aew men react to having a partner who acts like Chelsea Green so she is a karen on screen hopefully that makes sense😭..

AEW Stars React to: You Being A Karen (on-screen)

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 910

Supreme Speaks: hey yall sorry for being MIA, my life has changed so much so please keep me in good thoughts. anyways, i'm back and thanks to @cassie0sstuff requesting and sorry for not responding. Imma try my best to upload as much as possible this week. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think

Taglist: @cassie0sstuff @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Okay for this I can only imagine yall doing the whole Karen thing if the other person was truly in the wrong…not when someone is literally just doing their job

Orange Cassidy

He’s just going with the flow man

This is the face before you start yellin 😐

And this is the face after you start yellin 😐

He literally would let you go on a rant and finally, when you walk away he’ll say

“What she said”

Will tell you to chill out if you’re going overboard

Cassidy literally doesn’t have the energy to be playing with you or feeding into your antics

Because of this, Kris, Trent, and Chuck have to pull you off of the other person He loves it when you scream at his opponents; he starts chuckling in their faces

Hook

Tries to calm you down….sometimes

Like Cassidy, Hook is not with the yelling and screamin (unless its in other ways wink wink)

He’s a very quiet and stoic person if you didn’t know

Will shut you down before you even get started

Like I’m talking will pick you up and remove you from the room

However, if it’s a time when you really can’t be stopped, Hook will sit back and observe

With a huge ass smirk as you’re mouthing off at his opponent

After it’s all said and done, he says, “Fuck around and find out”

Only will allow you to do it once he can’t be bothered to yell or complain

Eddie Kingston

Man either loves it or he’s not phased

Like it has become a part of his routine; wake up, get ready, hear you yell, kick-ass, sleep, repeat

He loves to see you go off the handles every once in a while, especially when confronting Claudio or Jericho

You: You keep getting involved with business that’s not yours! You are not the authority here! I’ll sue you!

Eddie: SHE WILL TAKE ALL YOUR PENNIES YOU SWISS LEX LUTHOR!

Other times you fade into the background

Fenix: Do you hear her?

Eddie: Not really, at this point it’s white noise…or maybe I’m going deaf

I also think he would just place you in front of him when he's finished talking so you can scream the rest of his thoughts

Kenny Omega

Your character is primarily on BTE

He feeds into it

Will tattletale on Nick and Matt to you

“You two are in big trouble when Y/N gets here! Ooooooooo!”

Will hide behind you and stick his tongue out at Nick and Matt

I think he would also just tell Kota (who can do no wrong) to let you angry translate for him

Kenny would be the significant other who 100% percent supports their partner

Even if they are in the wrong…he won’t let you know when you’re wrong

If you really went in on someone, he would quietly apologize after you leave

MJF

OH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Feeds into it x5000

A smirk would be on his face as he states that you are his secret weapon

Will lie to people just for a chance to see you yell at people

Brings you to his matches so you can yell at referees about their “mistakes”

Will act like a Karen when you get ejected from a match

“NO YOU SMHUCK! YOU CAN’T GET MAD CAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR JOB!”

He might leave the match since you’re not there

Sits back stage and sulks while you scream at everyone in sight

Tbh, you are both Karens with the way he acts

You both have to drag each other away

Christian Cage

Hehe, this man is the biggest Karen

Don’t hit me, but this man would use you as a shield and scapegoat (character speaking wise)

He would hide behind you and tell you to tell off his opponent

Will send you to do interviews for him, loves it when you get feisty and start yelling

He would also send you off to let Tony his list of demands (of what he wants in his locker room and wish)

If he said anything outta pocket and gets confronted, he’ll say it was you

“I didn’t say your mom is hot…Y/N said it! Wait-“

Hear me out…he has several voice messages saved with you screaming your head off

Uses it when you’re not there to get his point across

God forbid anyone starts yelling back at you…he would unleash hellfire upon them

Ricky Starks

Okay at first…he was annoyed

Like he didn’t understand why your character goes around yelling at people and how it got over

But once he turned heel, he understood

It was hella funny yet justified…especially when one of you got disrespected

Ricky tries his best not to laugh on screen when you’re screaming

Will join in and verbally jump the person

You: You are so horrible at your job! Like how did you-

Ricky: I got this baby…YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB AND YOU DESERVE TO CHOKE-

He is quick to get merchandise made with your Karen slogans

Cuts people off and threats to get you...which makes them instantly shut up

[sarucane]

Why didn't Izzy shoot Ed (then)?

Turns out that teasing out character logic is fun and people are interested so I'll just do it again ;)

Izzy has good reasons to shoot Ed here. Ed shot his leg and then outsourced the "kill Izzy" job to Frenchie. Now Izzy's a one-legged pirate, and as far as he's concerned his life isn't even worth living.

But Izzy is alive here. And he's alive because of what started when the crew intervened a few episodes back, told him he was in a toxic relationship with Blackbeard. The choices he made after that led to Ed shooting him, but also sowed the seed of a real bond between him and the crew, which led to him being alive here. Which--most importantly for answering this question--adds up to Izzy not being sure anymore that the old way is the right way.

Ed thinks Izzy will shoot him because there's rules to follow. Izzy told Ed "Blackbeard is my captain, not Edward. Edward better watch his fucking step." Well, Ed has come to the conclusion that he can't not be Edward. And he doesn't want to keep living torn between Blackbeard and Edward, alone and hopeless. He's desperate to let go, and is convinced the only thing "letting go" means is death, so he's setting out to make someone force him to let go.

And Izzy is the obvious choice of someone to make him let go, because Izzy does what Blackbeard tells him to.

But it's no longer that simple on this ship. It never has truly been that simple--Izzy was in denial about how human beings work when he demanded Ed just be Blackbeard again. And Izzy's changed, too.

Ed and Izzy are both caught between two ways of being in this scene. On the one hand, there's the pirate script, the Code of the Sea. Life is cheap, new first mates kill old first mates, first mates kill captains. Weakness is death. Roles are static and permanent, and the only "correct" change is death.

On the other hand, there's the Revenge script, where "life means something" and people "live for each other, not just to survive." Where deviations from the norm aren't just accepted, they're encouraged. Where people can be vulnerable and be supported, be weak and still worthy of life. Where people can change.

When Izzy refuses to shoot Ed, he is embodying that conflict. Izzy doesn't shoot Ed because he finds he really is done with the script. Because when it comes down to it, he may have threatened him--but he does not want to kill Ed.

But rather than risk or show the kind of vulnerability he did right before Ed shot him, Izzy frames this in the old narrative terms. He expresses contempt for Ed, that it's weakness that is making Ed come to Izzy for an assisted suicide. Izzy calls him "Eddie" as a way of diminishing him. He uses the kind of language he used back in S1E4, falling back on ideas like 'making a mess' that make sense to him, but invalidate the seriousness of what's happening here.

But at the same time, Izzy's actually setting his first healthy boundary in his relationship with Ed. Not "you need to do/act/etc," but "I will/will not do/act/etc." Izzy's spent years encouraging, feeding, and enabling this toxicity. He's not going to anymore. And he's not going to do it because he knows it's wrong--but he can't say that. Maybe doesn't even really know it.

It's a truly mad mix of growth and regression, and it's no wonder that Izzy falls back on the old script when he's alone and tries to shoot himself. And it's also no wonder that he fails, because he knows this is the wrong way to be. That both he and Ed deserve better.

[wheatnoodle]

the first time steve and eddie kiss, steve’s the one who initiates it.

they’re in eddie’s room, sitting across from each other on eddie’s bed. the moon and a bedside lamp are the only thing lighting the space (plus the occasional flick of a lighter). steve goes there when he has a late shift at family video, preferring to fall asleep stoned and with the warmth of another human next to him than alone in his cold, empty house. plus, he gets to wear eddie’s clothes. his tshirts, his sweatpants.

they’ve already smoked two joints each, and eddie’s rolling up another for them to share. his head is bowed, stray curls falling free from the loose bun at the base of his neck as his fingers work. steve watches, eyes bleary and entranced by the glint of his rings. does he ever take them off?

eddie presents the finished joint with a smile, a soft “tada” leaving his lips. steve smiles and claps quietly, applauding his work. eddie places the end between his lips and lights it, sucking in deep and slow. he shuts his eyes, tipping his head back and holding the smoke in his lungs. lets it swirl around, flow into his bloodstream. he blows it out steadily. he’s about to pass it to steve, half a second away from speaking before he rethinks.

“do you wanna shotgun it?” he asks quietly, looking up at his friend. steve’s eyes are on him, round and confused.

“i don’t know what that means,” he whispers with a shake of his head. the look on his face makes eddie think he’s waiting for some kind of joke to be made of it.

“like…i take a hit. and then we get mad close. and i breathe it out and then at the same time, you breathe it in,” eddie explains, nodding along as he goes, “like recycling.”

steve nods. “recycling.”

“do you wanna try it?”

“okay.” steve scoots closer. his crossed knees bump into eddie’s and he leans in. eddie brings the joint to his lips. sucks in. holds it for a five count.

he leans in closer and one of those ringed hands come up to rest on the back of steve’s neck. like he’s holding him in place. steve’s eyes fall to eddie’s lips. they’re lined up like they’re about to kiss, eddie’s head tilted to the side. eddie’s eyes slip shut. slowly, he breathes out a steady stream of smoke.

it takes steve a second and then his eyes are fluttering closed and he’s breathing in what eddie’s giving him, feeding him. it makes his heart race. someone leans closer and their lips brush, just the slightest bit, and all at once, steve is hooked. he breathes the smoke back out into the open space between them.

eddie’s about to pull back, ask him how it felt, if he wants to do it again or forget it ever happened. he gets an inch away before steve’s hand is on the back of eddie’s head, effectively stopping his movement. steve chases after him without a second thought, his lips slotting against eddie’s. he kisses him like it’s what he’s meant to do.

eddie reacts before he considers what’s happening, returning the kiss the second it begins. he blindly places the joint in his ash tray, his now free hand reaching out to grip steve’s hip. his brain catches up to his body much later than it should have. his eyes shoot open, wide and shocked as he took in what was happening. the steve harrington, the straight jock eddie had silently had the hots for since his sophomore year of high school, was kissing him. no no no. he was making out with him. eddie puts a hand on steve’s shoulder, tries to push him back.

“steve- ateve wait. what’re you doing-“

“shut up.” steve says in a sigh, going right back in to try and kiss him. eddie holds him back.

“steve. it’s me. it’s eddie. i am your gay friend. you are straight. you are kissing me,” eddie explains slowly. steve looks confused, mildly heart broken, yet staring at eddie’s mouth like it’s all he can think about.

“no. no ‘m not. like girls n boys. both of ‘em. really just like kissing people and i really wanna kiss you,” steve sounds breathless as he speaks, his gaze flicking all over eddie’s face. eddie considers him for a moment, looks into his eyes.

he shrugs once and kisses him for the second time.

[beatificallytrash]

HC: how the losers are there for each other

Mike:

• The one they go to for comfort. When they need peace or just need a long warm hug.

• Doesn’t force them to tell him anything, will see they need comfort and just give it.

• Will create a comfort zone for them and not let anyone disturb it. Keeps the losers favorite snacks and movies stocked for this reason.

• A remedy for their overthinking.

• Knows how to read their body language extremely well.

• When they’ve had a bad day or need an escape they’ll go to Mike where he always welcomes them with open arms and a soft smile. 

Stan:

• The one they go to to talk and be listened to.

• Helps work through their issues. Therapist friend.

• Calm in the midst of their chaos.

•Has the ability read and understand their emotions and thought processes to best help them.

• Best to calm down panic attacks or mental breakdowns.

• Helps them cope with life.

• Not the most comforting but most understanding. 

• Passes reality checks out like candy while also gentle parenting (“Okay, let’s break down why that is the absolute dumbest decision you could make.”)

• Will barge in his room and flop onto his bed with a sigh ("Stan, I feel like I want to jump off a cliff rn." "Same, but let's dissect that.")

Bill:

•The one they go to feel safe.

• When they are scared and lost they trust Bill will guide them out of danger and darkness.

• VERY protective over them. Has and will resort to violence for them if necessary.

• But still has a very gentle and calming presence.

• Will either stop them from being reckless or go do it with them.

• “Who did this to you?” energy mixed with golden retriever.

• Keeps window cracked open and phone on full volume when he sleeps in case one of them need a safe place to stay or has a late night emergency. 

• Says "Everything will be alright, I got you" and they will believe him because they trust him completely.

Richie:

• The one they go to when they want to forget something or be cheered up.

• Type of friend that will do anything to make them laugh even at his own expense. 

• Will embarrass himself to save the others from embarrassment or to just get a smile.

• Feeds into their delusions and embraces their weirdness.

• Down for basically anything.

• TMI doesn't exist for him.

• Indulges their most dramatic and first-world problems.

• Can yap with him for hours about the most niche and absurd topics.

• Shows them how to not take life so serious because he is the definition of unserious.

Ben:

• The one they go to for help and fix problems (practical, personal, literally anything).

• Will drop everything to help his friends.

• Very knowledgeable and gives gentle wise advice.

• Helps first asks questions later.

• NEVER judges or embarrasses them. Just unconditional acceptance and love.

• Can truly come to him with ANYTHING. They need help with a resume? Need a study partner/tutor? Taxes? Flat tire ? Having an existential crisis? Hiding a dead body? Ben is there and ready to help with the same earnest no matter how big or small the issue is.

• They’re personal google (He rarely doesn’t know an answer).

Bev:

• The one they go to have fun/distract themselves.

• When they need a partner in crime. Will help them with vengeance.

• Helps them release built up emotions. (“You’re angry? Okay let’s go smash some shit.”“Overwhelmed? Let’s go on a drive to clear your head.”)

• Big sister/cool aunt vibes.

• One they go to when they don’t know what to wear.

• Gives great advice because she's probably made the same mistake before as they have.

• VERY affectionate. Hugs and forehead/cheek kisses are always expected from her.

• Makes them feel brave.

Eddie:

• The one they go to to vent and get out intense feelings.

• Will go through the emotions with them. Cry when they cry. Get mad and rant with them. Get excited when they are.

• Doesn’t try to problem solve just will be there with them through it when they’re most hurt or anxious.

• First to cuss a bitch out for them. 

• Knows how to hype them up and boost their confidence.

• Honest and will tell them harsh truths.

• They’re personal WebMD (“Eddie my heads been hurting all day help me.” “Well, you’re either dehydrated or you have a brain tumor. So, I hope you’ve had plenty water today.”)

• Aggressive mom friend (“I brought you a coat cause you always fucking forget!” “Why tf aren’t you wearing sunscreen!?” “Your stomach hurts? Okay I have tums, ib profen, pemto bismal…”)

• The movie making him a risk analyst makes sense because that’s what he is for them (“Yeah I’m like 95% certain that will definitely kill you.” *To Richie mostly*)

[laheymaze]

the only thing i want for christmas is you

✨eddie munson✨ x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie get into a fight before steve's christmas dinner party, and you spend the whole dinner mad at eddie. but your sweet boyfriend will do anything to ensure you will stop being mad at him 🎄

warnings: language, mentions of sex, angst, i think that's it??

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! i have a few more imagines to write, so be on the look out for those the next few days! :) make sure to check out steve's holiday imagines as well!! i love all of you so much and your support is absolutely incredible! every kind word about my writing is so sweet and honestly means more than you even know! <3 writing fanfic is such a stress reliever to me because it takes me out of my head and into a world of a fiction show that i love. i hope you all have an amazing holiday!!! <3 

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“Happy holidays my love!” Eddie shouted into your house, the smell of cookies filling his senses.

“In the kitchen!” You yelled back. 

“Whoa, you really made enough cookies to feed an army!” Eddie exclaimed, looking at the baked goods all over your kitchen. 

Steve invited the two of you over for his annual Christmas dinner party, and this was the first year Eddie was invited, so you wanted to make sure he made a good impression, and cookies always help. 

“Have you met our friends? It is an army of hormonal teenagers who love to eat.” You said, leaning in to kiss Eddie. 

“True,” Eddie added, taking a bite of a sugar cookie. “How long have you been baking?”

“Since six.”

“In the morning?!” Eddie said with shock, making you smile and roll your eyes. 

“Not all of us sleep until two in the afternoon.”

“One in the afternoon, for your information.” Eddie corrected. You threw an M&M at him, which he caught and threw into his mouth. 

You finished packing up all of the cookies, making sure they were wrapped in cute boxes. Eddie managed to steal a few more without you noticing, and helped you carry the boxes to his van. 

“Are you still staying at my place tonight?” Eddie asked as he placed the boxes down. 

“Yeah, if that’s fine with you.” You said, getting in the front seat. 

“Duh,” Eddie replied, starting the van and letting it warm up. 

Eddie began driving to Steve’s house, you finalizing your makeup and hair in the mirror. You looked back at your duffle bag, and the boxes of cookies, scanning the empty space next to them. Your head slowly turned to Eddie, anger boiling inside of you.

“Where are the presents for everyone?” You questioned. Eddie’s eyes went wide. 

“Uhh.” Was all Eddie could get out. 

“Did you forget to buy the gifts, Eddie?! Please tell me you got them and just forgot them at your house!” You shouted, trying to control your anger. 

“I may or may not have completely forgotten to go buy them…”

“Eddie, I gave you a list! Is it really that hard to do something for your girlfriend?” 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. We can stop right now and get stuff.” Eddie told you.

“No, we don’t have time. I can’t believe you. I never ask for anything, and the time I do, you’d rather sleep all day.” You said, extremely frustrated. 

“Seriously? I’m sorry I forgot! Just drop it.” 

“Just drop it? Wow, okay, I’ll just drop it.” You returned, glad to see you were pulling up to Steve’s house and could get away from Eddie. You knew you should’ve gone shopping yourself instead of trusting him. 

You opened the car door, slamming it shut and going around to the other side to grab boxes. Eddie stood next to you, grabbing the ones you didn’t.

“Can we please talk about this later? I want to have a good night.” Eddie said quietly to you.

“So did I.” You said, marching inside and leaving Eddie in your dust. 

“Y/N!” Steve greeted as you walked in the door. “Let me get those!” He took the boxes from you, not without giving you a huge hug first. 

“Finally!” Robin said, coming out of the kitchen. “Cookies!” You gave her a look. “I mean, my best friend, yay!” She gave you a hug, almost pulling you down. “What’s wrong with you?” She questioned, noticing the straight look on your face. 

“Eddie, that’s what’s wrong.” As you said this, Eddie walked through the door. “Speak of the devil.” 

You walked into the kitchen with Steve, greeted by the sugar-high army of kids taking over the entire room. Max immediately at your side, arms wrapped around you. 

“Where’s the freak?” She asked, making you raise your brows. 

“You know I don’t like when you guys call him that.” You told her. 

“Okay, guy who screams at children and plays demon games.” She said, making you laugh.

“Hey! It is not a demon game!” Dustin shouted at Max. 

“Is too!” El added.

“It’s kinda true.” You said, laughing. 

“Is Max saying we play demon games again?” Eddie’s voice filled the room.

“Yes! This is an outrage!” Dustin pouted. 

Eddie ruffed up Dustin’s hair, then shoving the boy, laughing. He looked at you, sympathetically smiling. You looked away, still upset with him. Eddie felt horrible. You had never been this mad at him before, and he also felt bad that none of his friends would get gifts, all because of his selfishness and absent mind. 

“You can let your anger out on food! Let us eat!” Steve announced. 

Everyone made their way to the dining room table, Max and Robin fighting over who would sit next to you. They eventually agreed you’d sit between them, leaving Eddie across the table from you, in between Mike and Dustin. You all dug into the delicious food Nancy and her mom made, and the mashed potatoes Robin made sure to announce she stirred. 

“Let’s go around and say what we want for Christmas and what our New Years resolutions are!” Robin told the group. 

“Good idea, Rob,” Steve told her, making her smile with victory.

“I want the newest edition of D&D, and my resolution is to beat Eddie at it!” Dustin said proudly. 

You looked down, knowing the newest edition was on the gift list for Dustin because it would mean more coming from Eddie. Eddie noticed your reaction, sighing to himself; remembering the list. 

“I would like the new Jenga game Max and I saw at the mall! And what’s a New Years’ resolution?” El added, making everyone give her a questioning look, then laughing. 

As everyone continued saying what they wanted and their resolutions, Eddie felt immense guilt. Most of the things everyone wanted were on your list for him to get. It wasn’t until you spoke that Eddie really felt like shit. 

“I would like all of my amazing friends to have everything they wished for.” You said in a serious tone. “And my resolution is to actually survive another year of demo-dogs and Vecna’s.” You joked, making everyone laugh. 

“No! No more of those at all!” Robin shouted, everyone, laughing more. Standing up suddenly though, with a completely straight face, was Eddie. This quieted everyone down, all eyes on the long-haired, tattooed boy with big brown eyes. 

“The only thing I want for Christmas is you,” Eddie said, looking almost into your soul. “And my resolution is to be a better boyfriend who doesn’t screw up.” Eddie sat back down, then rose again. “Oh, and to continue to kick Henderson’s ass during campaigns.” He sat down once more, everyone looking extremely confused. 

“What did you do, Munson?” Steve demanded. 

“He forgot to buy your gifts. I gave him a list and he forgot to go.” You said simply. 

“How dare you?!” Dustin stated, looking at Eddie. “You remembered mine though, right?” The boy added.

“Do you see the new D&D game? No.” Eddie told him. “Sorry, buddy.”

“Screw you,” Dustin said, turning around and crossing his arms.

“Y/N is already mad enough at me, I don’t need you mad too,” Eddie told Dustin. 

“Too late,” Dustin responded. 

“There will be no sad faces on Christmas!” Eddie shouted, mainly talking to you and Dustin. “Y/N, I’m sorry! Dustin, grow up.” 

“I suppose I can forgive you…” Dustin said. 

“It’s not Christmas day, but I suppose I can forgive you too.” You added, sympathetically smiling at Eddie. 

“It’s not like you forgot to get your girlfriend a gift, just us,” Robin said cluelessly, making you realize you never asked if he forgot to get you one too. You looked at Eddie, raising your brows curiously. 

“Yeah, funny,” Eddie stated, laughing awkwardly. 

“You didn’t get Y/N anything either?!” She shouted. 

“Robin, you’re making it worse,” Steve told her. 

“Even I got her something! And I don’t have money!” 

“What did you get me?” You questioned. 

“A shirt.” She replied, winking at you.

“Is it one of your shirts?” You asked, knowing your best friend.

“That’s beside the point, Y/N,” Robin told you, making you laugh. 

“How about we all go and play Christmas games and enjoy the rest of the night, okay?” Steve suggested, trying to distract away from the current conversation. Everyone agreed, making their way to the living room. 

Once the night died down, you and Eddie headed back to his house, quiet the entire drive. Eddie couldn’t stand it, and he hated that you were mad at him. He parked the van, both of you getting out and heading for the door. Reaching into his pocket for the house key, Eddie had a “genius” idea. 

“I think I forgot my key,” Eddie stated bluntly.

“What do you mean, forgot your key?” You questioned, crossing your arms. 

“I must have left it inside and Wayne locked the door when he left for work.” 

“Of course, you forgot that too.” You said angrily. “We can just go to my house.” You said, already heading back for the van. 

You tried opening the door, but it was locked. You looked at Eddie, widening your eyes so he’ll open the door. Eddie looked at his van keys, then suddenly chucking them as far as he could into the endless snow on the ground. 

“What the fuck Eddie?!” You yelled at him, walking up to him in a hurry. “Why did you just throw those away?!” 

“Because we aren’t going anywhere until we fix this,” Eddie said stubbornly. 

“It’s negative two degrees out, Eddie!” 

“We have jackets on.” He responded, matter of factly.

“Seriously? If I freeze to death, I’m blaming you!” 

“Blame me all you want. I’m fixing this and I don’t care what it takes, Y/N!” Eddie said, getting closer to you. 

“We could’ve fixed this in a nice warm house!” You said. 

“Yeah, where there are other bedrooms for you to hide in and not talk to me. I know you Y/N Y/L/N! You will ignore me for about an hour then come hug me and apologize even if it wasn’t your fault. I’m just speeding up the process.” This made you freeze, more than you already physically were. 

“You left out how great our makeup sex is.” You said, quietly. Eddie smirked, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. This always got you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding each other as close as you could. 

“Hug, check. Now for makeup sex.” Eddie said into your hair. 

“You’re absolutely insane if you think I am having sex in the snow!” You said, backing away and hitting Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie smirked once more, reaching into his pocket and holding up his set of house keys. “EDWARD MUNSON!” You yelled at him, realizing what keys those were. “Are you kidding me?!” 

“Great plan, wasn’t it.” Eddie winked. 

“An amazing one because now you get to go look for your van keys in the snow.” You stated, tip-toeing to whisper into his ear. “While I lay naked in bed.” You stepped back. “Better hurry.” You grabbed the house key from Eddie’s hand, turning around and heading into the warm trailer. Eddie made a fist, biting it softly and quickly ran to find his keys, not trying to waste a second away from you.

—-

You woke up the next morning in an empty bed. You sat up right away, confused as to why Eddie wasn’t holding you in his arms like usual. You got up, putting on Eddie’s shirt that was on the floor, covering your underwear, and opened the bedroom door. 

“Eddie?” You called out. That’s when you saw all of your friends sitting in the living room, surrounded by gifts. 

“You should put clothes on when you have guests over, Y/N,” Robin told you, getting up off the couch and hugging you. “At least a bra.” She whispered in your ear as she hugged you. 

“Then you should let go and stop being weird.” You said, laughing.

“Are you sure you’re not gay? I think we’d make a great couple.” Robin said, looking at you. 

“Back off Buckley, she’s mine,” Eddie told her, walking over to you. 

“You’ll mess up again, and that’s when I’ll swoop in,” Robin said, winking and walking back to the others, you laughing at her antics.

“Did you go get their gifts?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah, first thing this morning. That was more important than sleeping until two.” Eddie said, kissing your forehead. 

“Thought it was one?” You teased. 

“Smart ass.” He pulled you to him, bear-hugging you as tight as he could. “Merry early Christmas,” Eddie told you, pulling away and handing you a small box. 

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“I already know you went all out with my gift, per usual. Just open it.”

You unwrapped the box, opening it to reveal a beautiful blue ring. You remembered this ring, saying you liked it many months ago when you and Eddie walked past the jewelry shop. 

“Eddie.” You smiled, tears forming in your eyes. 

“It’s no engagement ring, but it’s a good placeholder until we’re ready for the real deal,” Eddie said, smiling. 

“Good thing it’s not, because proposing while I’m in underwear and a shirt is a little much.” You said, laughing. “I love it so much, thank you,” You wrapped your arms around Eddie’s torso. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you, so so much.” 

“Can you two hurry up with the mushy stuff? It’s time for Eddie to come play with us!” Dustin announced, making you look up from Eddie’s chest, your arms still wrapped around him. 

“You heard the boy.” You said, giving Eddie a kiss. 

“Who invited them here again?” 

“You did.” You confirmed.

“Remind me to never do that again,” Eddie told you, you nodding. 

“Eddie!” Dustin shouted. 

“Hold your damn horses Henderson, I’m coming!” 

You watched as the boys gathered around the coffee table, ready to start what was probably going to be a long campaign; Steve and Robin sighing as they drank eggnog at the kitchen counter; and El and Max playing Jenga in front of them. You had a huge smile on your face, feeling so incredibly blessed to have the most amazing friends and boyfriend in the entire world. 

[tozierlvr]

per the last thing i reblogged, i just needed to sit down and write a full response because i'm very used to seeing homophobia and transphobia in this fandom, but never in such a pointed and frankly, aggressive way. so let's get started, may we?

first, to talk about the eddie thing:

the way people have feminized eddie is criticized because eddie, as a character, is not feminine or flamboyant, he's just small. and on this topic- he's also feminized and headcanoned as "the bottom" as you so kindly put it because of the biker shorts he wears in it chapter one. that has always rubbed me the wrong way, because he's not feminine or "slutty" for that, he's fucking thirteen. the costumer dressed him like a thirteen year old boy. but people sexualize it like crazy.

then, saying that people make eddie the "macho top" to avoid that stereotype is wild. i, for one, have never seen eddie portrayed as "macho" and i have scoured tumblr and ao3 for portrayals like this, and i haven't found anything like this. i also don't know why you had to bring up their sexual positions in this argument. why are you fucking mad about this? sounds like someone doesn't understand gay sex dynamics!

now, i just want to know why you think "the worst possible way" for someone to be feminized is by making them bottom and by hc-ing them as a transgender woman?

this comes off as transphobic and homophobic to be honest, and i just don't understand why you felt the need to say this.

also, i thought the headcanons stemmed from people trying not to feed into the feminine eddie headcanons- so how would they stem from richie crying in it chapter two? you're right that this is the proper response to someone you love dying, but i have never, ever seen somebody cite just this as an example of richie being overly emotional. i've actually never seen somebody say that period. but if we're comparing him to eddie, when you look at like, you know, the BOOK, richie probably is the more emotional one.

but none of this matters anyway, because these headcanons don't stem from either of those things. sometimes, people just like headcanoning a character as a certain thing because they either see coding that way or maybe they just see it for some reason. a lot of people point to the werewolf imagery and plotline as an allegory for richie maybe being transgender. and to me, that makes a lot of sense. but you don't have to think that, and it's okay if you don't. but saying that the headcanon is being forced upon the fandom? that's just weird.

moving on:

there is not bisexual evidence for richie tozier in the novel, or even really gay coding. :)

i also know that you haven't read the book, so i don't know what source material you're referring to.

the only canon sexuality we have for richie tozier is straight (book) and gay (movies). obviously, you can headcanon him as bi. there's nothing wrong with that. but interpreting the character richie tozier from specifically it chapter two as bisexual IS gay erasure. because he is not bi. he is gay. in that adaptation.

also, you sound so weird saying "ignoring the complexity of his character" in regards to people hc-ing him as gay. being a gay kid raised in the 50s/80s (depending on version) is incredibly fucking complex. i don't know what you're talking about here. this argument is stupid.

i hope you do some more delving into queer identity before you come back to tumblr, dude. maybe a break will do you good.

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Not Dating, part 6

part 1, part 2, part 3, parts 4 & 5, part 7, part 8 - also on ao3

Long awaited update? Or something? I've been struggling not with this chapter but the next one… Looks like there will be 1-2 more chapters before this wraps up.

By the time Eddie ventures cautiously from his room again, dressed this time, Steve has set the tiny kitchen table with two plates of peanut butter apple toast and two glasses of ice water. The mug of wildflowers sits between the two place settings. 

“I, uh,” Steve starts. And looks down at what he’s done, in Eddie’s own home. He came to admit, among other things, that he’s been feeding Eddie up, and now he’s doing it again, completely on autopilot. 

Without comment and not quite looking directly at him, Eddie drops into the nearest chair, immediately picking up his ice water and downing it. He sets it down with a tinkle of ice, and Steve takes the opportunity to snatch the glass and top it off at the sink before sitting down himself. 

“Did you… do the dishes?” Eddie asks, notes of disbelief and something like amusement warring in his tone. His still-damp hair is in a braid down his back, something he’d only started doing because Steve had told him months ago that it would help control frizz and keep his curls intact. He’s done that much, but made no attempt to shave the several days of scruff from his cheeks, his jaw, the softening roundness beneath his chin. 

“There weren’t that many,” Steve mutters, looking away before he stares more than he already has. And yes, he’s aware that this isn’t much of a defense, but it’s all he’s got. 

“Right…” Eddie clears his throat and takes another gulp of water. He eyes his plate. (Should Steve have cut the crusts off? No, fuck, they’re not little kids, that’d be weird… Oh who’s he kidding, it’s weird either way.) 

Also, there’s a little sliver of belly peeking out the bottom of Eddie’s shirt; he doesn’t seem to have noticed it yet. 

Oh god, Steve needs to talk now.

“I’m sorry, again,” he blurts out, fixing his gaze down at his hands as he picks at the crust of his toast. “When you asked what we were doing I kinda got stuck on what I was doing and I thought… you were mad about it? Because I was… Because I keep… I usually focus on, on certain things, and I didn’t realize you were asking about… us stuff. I didn’t know if you wanted all that, with me, or if it was just blowing off steam or whatever, but I guess, since you got mad, I figured that… maybe you did? And I fucked up my chance to let you know we’re on the same page, about that. Oh god, I’m rambling. I sound like Robin.”

A tiny smile cracks across Eddie’s face at that last part, just for a second, as if agreeing and laughing with him about it rather than at him. Because Eddie is good at stuff like that, at not making Steve feel stupid even when he knows he’s objectively acting the part. Even though Eddie might still be mad at him—it’s hard to tell, but Steve had needed to break in just to talk to him. 

Steve takes a deep breath and tries to rally. “What I’m trying to say is… If you want, if I haven’t totally blown it, I want to be way more than ‘just’ friends with you, Eddie. But you should also know that… I’m pretty weird. Like, I may not be a nerd, but I’m definitely some kind of freak.”

Eddie blinks, focuses on him so hard that Steve feels like he’s under a microscope, then glances down at the set table and back up. “Weird like… letting yourself in and making me a sandwich?”

“It’s… more like toast with a lot of toppings on it,” Steve says weakly. “But you could have mine and put them together to make it a sandwich, if you want.”

“Steve,” Eddie says flatly, a warning to cut the bullshit, and that’s it. 

That’s all it takes. He looks up into Eddie’s eyes and he’s caught, unable to look away from the confused wariness, the caution that he had put there, even if it was by accident. 

“I like to watch you eat,” he admits breathlessly, and he’s so, so grateful to Robin for both putting up with his shit and forcing him to write things down and practice saying them, as clear and unambiguous as he can. “And be content. I like seeing the way it shows up on you, and the way you take up more space, because… you’re here and you can, even though you almost weren’t. And watching it happen is—But it’s more than just, um, physical. I think I… No, I know I want to be with you, Eds, but I need you to know about this first, in case it changes your mind about me. 

“Because I know I can be a lot.” Feeling his face go hot, Steve ducks his head to stare down at his own hands. “I also get jealous sometimes and I’m working on it, and I can be all over the person I’m dating all the time and not everybody likes that. Robin kept hitting me with her pillow for saying ‘clingy,’ but I’ve heard it a lot, so, yeah. And she took the pen away when I wrote down that I can be stupid sometimes, but I barely graduated and didn’t make it into any colleges, so I feel like it’s worth mentioning? You know some of that already, I just want you to, uh. Be able to make an informed decision.”

That was the last line of his little speech, which he’s pretty sure he got through without forgetting anything terribly important. So Steve shuts his mouth and waits for a response, barely aware that he’s holding his breath 

“You wrote it down?” Eddie asks finally. 

“Well, yeah?” Steve can’t read his tone or the expression on his face, which is unsettling—Eddie really would make one hell of a poker player. “I had to figure out what I was going to say so I didn’t fuck up again, otherwise I would’ve come here sooner.”

“Let me get this straight,” Eddie says, then pauses, frowns, and shakes his head slightly as though dislodging a stray thought. “You wrote out a whole speech to tell me that, what? You like that I’ve gotten fat?”

The last word makes Steve go rigid in his chair, because… wow, he just came out and said it, didn’t he? Tone and all. “Uh, yeah, so I wouldn’t accidentally say it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s a bad thing! I like you the way you are, and you could get bigger or smaller and I’d still like you just as much! But I… I like taking care of you, and I really like how happy you look when you let yourself relax.”

They stare at each other for a moment that stretches on forever. The earth stops rotating, the sun explodes, and Steve still can’t move because Eddie is looking at him like that. 

This is the moment right before the one where Steve expects Eddie to tell him to get out. 

And then Eddie sits back almost in slow motion, a hand coming to rest absently on his stomach, and he looks… kind of like he had upon waking from a coma and realizing he hadn’t actually died. Like something huge and previously inconceivable is opening up in front of him, and it’s so unexpected it toes the line of too much. 

“Well shit, Steve… I can’t believe you brought me flowers and wrote a whole speech.” He stops to pinch himself, and flinches. “Ow.”

Steve is already reaching out, wanting to soothe the pinched spot on Eddie’s chubby arm because he can’t help it. Same reason he started touching Eddie in the first place, because yeah, Eddie makes his insides go all liquid hot and squirmy, but he couldn’t stand seeing him with a scrunched up face because of a tummy ache, either. 

His fingers brush over warm skin, and before he can second guess himself and pull away Eddie’s hand rests on top of his, giving permission. Holding him to the spot, even, as though trying to press his touch in like a flower between pages of a book. Pressing him into the softness of his upper arm. 

“And for the record,” Eddie says with a hint of a grin, “yeah, you are kind of a freak. I don’t think that has to be a bad thing either—speaking as the King of the Freaks in this vicinity, by popular vote and general reputation.” He bites his lip, hesitates, and adds tentatively, “Look… I think we both kinda fucked up. I didn’t think you could want… How did you put it before? Us stuff.”

Steve glances up from their hands, up from where his gaze had been straying dangerously close to where Eddie’s shirt has ridden up a little. “That’s not your fault. I didn’t do a very good job of showing you that I do.”

“Yeah, well.” There’s a hopeful twinkle in Eddie’s eye as he raises an eyebrow. “That’s right, you know. You could’ve at least kissed me on the mouth before jumping my bones.”

It’s that twinkle that gives Steve the nerve to lean forward and say, “Yeah, no, I was way too chickenshit. But I think I can fix that now.”

The small table makes leaning the rest of the way across easy. Steve has had plenty of first kisses, most of them either gentle and chaste because he was trying to be a gentleman or hard and messy because the date was just a thin pretense for getting laid, but this isn’t either of those. It’s slow, exploratory, savoring—forceful from months of wanting, letting Eddie lick his way in for a taste because Steve thinks he would rather be struck by lightning than deny Eddie anything. Might as well be, with how electrified he feels all the way from the ends of his hair to his toes from the first instant of contact and continuing through every slick motion of their mouths. He feels breathless, heart too big for his body with relief that he hasn’t ruined anything after all. With fucking joy that he gets to have this, that Eddie is kissing back just as fervently. 

It doesn’t feel like a first kiss, not exactly. It feels like they should have been doing this the entire time… because, well, duh. 

They break apart around the time Steve’s head starts to swim from lack of air but don’t go far, leaning their foreheads together and panting against each other’s kiss-bruised lips for a moment. Eddie has a head-empty grin plastered across his face, cherubic and dimpled, and Steve is pretty sure he’s wearing an equally dopey expression. He probably looks extra stupid, half out of his seat and curled over the table like some sort of shrimp, but he doesn’t even care because Eddie wants this. Him, even with all that entails. Apparently. His head is floating and entire body tingling from giddiness, something he hasn’t felt since he’d first convinced Nancy to ‘study’ with him… But that felt like a lifetime ago, and hadn’t been half as intense.

“Would you like to go out with me, Eds? On a date?” Steve breathes, because he’s a hopeless romantic and he wants to do this right. 

And it seems that somehow he has, because Eddie beams back at him brighter than the sun. There are shadows under his eyes and days’ worth of stubble gone unshaven, but he looks more alive than Steve has ever seen him before. 

Eddie bumps their noses together and brings a hand down (when had both of them ended up in Steve’s hair?) to cup his jaw. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’d like that a lot.”

Part 7, part 8

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[enoughtotemptme]

a year and a day

Everyone knows that if you want to make a deal, you go to Eddie Munson.

Desperate to be rid of Jason once and for all, Chrissy makes a deal with the local demon. The consequences are…not what she expected. A story of friendship, love, and paying one’s debts.

Chapters: 2/13 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationship: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Demon Deals, POV Chrissy Cunningham, Friendship, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Found Family, Roommates, Domestic Fluff, 1990s, Caretaking, Pining

Chapter Two: July

So she stays. A trip to Melvald’s takes care of the toiletry situation, bottles of her favorite fruity shampoo and conditioner joining his in the caddy, a bar of Ivory beside the sliver of Irish Spring in the soap tray. Chrissy’s no stranger to sharing space, not after four years in student housing, but it is a little odd to be sharing with a boy. 

Eddie’s not a neat freak by any means, but he’s a surprisingly decent roommate—he hangs up his wet towels and doesn’t let clothes sit in the washer and remembers to wipe the kitchen counter after he cooks at least half the time. He spends the first few days she’s there reading nerdy-looking books, playing the kind of music she vaguely remembers him blasting from that van of his when they were in high school, and feeding her an astronomical amount of breakfast foods.

It all goes quite well, actually, until she gets up in the middle of the night, sleepily makes her way into the bathroom, and promptly falls into the toilet. 

Eddie bursts into the bathroom after her shriek, wearing only a pair of dark boxer-briefs, the kind of wired look on his face that one can only get from being jolted out of a dead sleep to run on pure adrenaline. 

“What? What!” he asks, frantic, and Chrissy screeches and throws a bottle of hand soap at him.

“Get out get out get out—”

Later, when she’s changed into dry, clean pajamas and tucked herself back into bed, Eddie hovers in her doorway. He’s put on those sweats, but of course, no shirt. 

“I didn’t see anything,” he promises. “Swear on my magic, Cunningham; your nightgown covered all the essentials.”

Chrissy gives him a sour look. She’s still a little sore; she swears her knees hit her chin when she tumbled into the bowl.

“What a consolation.”

He grins sheepishly, and really, he’s very cute. Objectively. It irritatingly makes it difficult to hold onto her anger. “I’ll make sure to put the seat down from now on.”

She hmmphs. 

“Come on, Cunningham,” he coaxes. “I’ll even do your toilet laundry for you. Don’t be mad.” 

He looks so earnest, like a puppy who’s just pissed in the middle of the living room but is still hopeful of getting pet, that Chrissy sighs. 

“I’m not mad. I’m embarrassed and my butt hurts.” 

His face softens then. “Aw, don’t be embarrassed either.”

“Oh, sure, let me just turn it off,” she replies dryly. 

“How about this,” he says. “I’ll make sure you witness something extremely embarrassing happening to me. Say, sometime in the next three days? I’m talking America’s Funniest Home Videos level embarrassing. Pinkie promise.” He waggles his littlest finger at her.

Chrissy tries to bite in a smile. “That’s really not necessary.”

“Nope,” he says, “just wait. It’ll be awful. I won’t even mind if you laugh.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “Does that mean you laughed at me tonight?”

Eddie scratches his jaw—the stubble is growing in, a dark shadow—and looks at the ceiling with interest.

“Ah, well—”

“Get out.”

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