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hitlikehammers · 16 days ago

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AVOIDANCE: the only real solution to all of Eddie’s your falling-in-love problems!

(0 out of 10 participants in this approach have proven its INeffectiveness; talk to your ✨love interest✨today to avoid this heartbreaking waste of your energy!)

It’s not like they were bosom buddies for years and years. A week at the outset, a couple months since, and now they’re all back in their own homes living their own lives and Eddie can avoid the way he’s most definitely, one-hundred-percent certainly in love with Steve Harrington. Very effectively. By simply avoiding Steve Harrington.

rating: t ♥️ tags: post-s4, eddie munson and his newfound obsession/unprecedebtedly-close-to-love feelings for steve harrington, answer: avoid steve harrington like the plague, excellent and emotionally-mature ways of dealing with your problems! /s, primary hiccup in existing plan: forgetting steve harrington doesn’t take well to failure, (oops), miscommunication, boys so dumb, confessions, hint of angst (because eddie is a very silly boy with very silly ideas sometimes), self-confident!steve, steve harrington facing the issues head-on, feelings confessions, peak eddie dramatics, happy ending♥️

for @steddielovemonth day fifteen: “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”―Jane Austen, Emma

True fact: Eddie thought he was playing things cool. Thought he was totally copacetic, in, you know, keeping it all subtle. He can do subtle, y’know: being loud and proud, shouting on tabletops and shit, screaming at drunks—that was a choice, not a…a rule. He’s a freak, he’s an outcast, he’s a weird-ass motherfucker: he’d have had far more brushes with his actual-factual demise in this podunk town if he was literally incapable of blending in with the background, and not just kinda sickened by the concept, let alone the effort involved to appease fucking…normies.

So yeah, he’d…he’d thought he was flying under the radar. And anyway; why the fuck would Steve Harrington even notice eddies absence in his day-to-day? They were apocalypse ‘friends’. Hospital buddies at best.

They’re back in the real world now.

Eddie supposed Vecna or whatever the fuck his name is will come crawling back in the foreseeable future, but brighter minds than his are preparing for that shit. The sheepies will let him know if they need his assistance—pending what that assistance may or may not be worth dependent on how far along his PT journey he stands at that point.

But it’s not like they were glued to the hip. It’s not like they were bosom buddies for years and years. A week at the outset, a couple months since, and now they’re all back in their own homes living their own lives and Eddie can avoid the way he’s most definitely, one-hundred-percent certainly in love with Steve Harrington. Very effectively.

By simply avoiding Steve Harrington.

It’s kind of a foolproof plan, really. He starts wrapping Hellfire earlier, tells the little shitheads he’s gotta run, Wayne needs a hand with a revolving door of household projects now that they’ve got their own place with more than one bedroom. Gotta mount that hangers for that ball cap collection just right, you know, yadda yadda.

He thinks they gave up being suspicious without a week or two, now just hit him with annoyed eye rolls. God bless the scourge of self-centred teenage bitchiness playing directly into eddies hand.

What he failed to account for, however, about eleven weeks into his up-to-now flawless scheme, was…well. The leading man himself.

Showing the fuck up at Eddie’s door, which Eddie answered for once like a fool and now can’t back out of cleanly because there’s no truck in the drive—it’s clear he’s here on his own.

Motherfucker.

One thing can be said for the plan, in terms of like, general side quest observations—absence definitely made the heart grow fonder. Or at least didn’t contribute at all to the opposite. Which Eddie hadn’t been entirely sure was possible, because the speed and strength of how he fell with every fucking cell in him had honestly terrified the shit out of him on its own. But after avoiding Steve, nodding at best if he canoed paths and sneaking away when the man called out like he was gonna snake through a crowd at any of the number of the family dinners for interdimensional-trauma-survivors-anonymous that Eddie couldn’t weasel out of: it’d been clear pretty fucking quick.

The almost-indefensibly-absurd affection he’d developed for the King of Hawkins—it wasn’t just reign over the high school if the parents were so charmed, if the fucking hospital has cowed into acting and quick when they tried to hesitate in treating an accused murderer, as Eddie’d been regaled with by everyone but Steve, who shrugged his kinda crucial role in saving Eddie’s ass with a shrug and of course, man, like there was ever even a question—but his indefensibly overwhelming and absurd infatuation that spent every month expanding further to try and crack his fucking ribs, well.

It was chronic, at best. He wasn’t gonna shake it…any time soon.

Any time soon.

So: best to at least keep the catalyst at bay, stop it from causing the condition to worsen.

He’d made the mistake of thinking it couldn’t get worse��already. Learn from your mistakes, and all the shit.

So what if it’s been months now and not only has the malady of being ass-over-nipple in-fucking-love persisted, but got so much fucking worse? Deeper? More, when that shit should have even been possible?

No. He just has to be persistent. Keep at the plan. Eventually, it’ll die off. It’ll whither and blow away. It’ll fucking fade—

He does, however, fail to calculate all contingencies.

Namely Steve Harrington’s incapacity to accept defeat.

He’s also too fucking scatterbrained to check the door before opening it when there’s a knock, just after Wayne’s left for his shift. When Eddie has no excuse to slam it back shut on the exceptionally exquisite face waiting when the hinges swing open.

Exquisite, but looking…pinched. Sour.

Pissed the fuck off.

And worst of all of it—because so far the list only server to underscore that unfortunate state of being fucking beautiful, on every possible level—but worst of it all, because it’s worst on its own but also because it twists, distorts all the beauty, and it’s so clearly Eddie’s fault because Steve is standing right here, and not elsewhere, after all this time.

Looking hurt, under everything else.

“I’m done with this, yeah?”

Eddie could run. He’d only make it to his room; Steve would probably be able to break down the door and get to him before he could slither through the window and run, but he’s still not 100%, right, he’s physically at a disadvantage anyway, it’s not even gonna be a question—

Steve’s got him cornered.

So he just stands. Blinks.

Doesn’t…know what Steve’s ‘done with’, but he feels his literally twist, wring like a dishrag, when he figures out the most likely answer is just:

Eddie.

Even trying to keep the maximum distance, he either knows, and hates it, hates him, or…

He doesn’t know, and doesn’t need to. He just is over Eddie and his bullshit.

It’s in the heart-piercing distraction of either and both possibilities that Steve pushes past him into the front hall.

“What the fuck is your problem, man?”

Steve crosses his arms as the door latches closed, caging them in.

Eddie’s heart starts kicking hard, which is painful. He assumes that’s because it’s been pierced by the hurt still on Steve’s face.

“I thought we were, like, that at least we were friends?”

He says it like he also has maybe had thoughts like there’s something else they were, or could have been. That by association and context would be somewhere more than friends?

Eddie’s pieced-through heart switches to a double-thumping sort of thing that’s really just as confused as the rest of him.

Hurts like a motherfucker, too.

“Did I do something?”

Steve asks, finally sounds more defeated than any of the other things Eddie can pick up in how he holds his body, and honestly that’s what breaks Eddie’s resolve, of everything; after everything. After holding out this long and failing for the entire fucking effort, after hurting Steve, the last thing he could ever want, probably the main underlying reason he’s been running from him the whole goddamn time—to not hurt him.

He’s suck a fuck up. He’s such a fucking fuck up.

“You know how sunflowers grow?”

Steve startles a little, grows the slightest bit.

“They find the sun, and the grow toward it,” and Eddie’s not stupid enough to think the whole disaster that’s unfolding in front of him, from his own chest, his own fucking mouth—he’s aware.

He can’t do nothing, but he also doesn’t think he can sugarcoat this in a way that goes down easier; sand the rough edges to make it make better sense.

He has to wrench it raw and bloody from his ribs, caught on the jagged bone like the messy fuck he is.

“You were the sun,” Eddie finally says it out loud, and his voice is so small and wondering, he can’t hide it. “You were the sun and I woke up broken, I had to grow back so much and I did, because I had the tools,” he swallows, takes a shaky breath:

“I had the sun right next to me, to do all the growing toward. To…rebuild around.”

Eddie’s always been a weirdo, and outcast—he’s spent a lot of time in libraries; often hiding.

But he’s read a lot of random shit. And enough of it’s stuck to make some sense of this fucking mess.

Steve’s face gives nothing away. It’s usually so…so generous with its feeling, even if there are some feelings Eddie knows Steve’s careful to never let show.

But in the now, he just stares.

“Otters,”Eddie blurts out, fingers twitching, wrists shaking; “they hold hands when they sleep,” and he looks up for a second before looking away again, pulse a mullet in his throat.

“I used to hold onto your hand when I fell asleep in the hospital,” and he says it like it’s a secret, a confession, even though of all people, of course Steve already fucking knows. The part he doesn’t, though:

“I still reach, and how fucked that? Like I deserve it as a rule, like it’s mine.”

Like you’re mine.

He can’t say it. But he doesn’t have it. It rings out on its own.

“But then there are the trees that shoot up all tangled,” Eddie can’t remember what they’re called; “where the trunks split off into one another, or they’re so braided up together the share their bark, whole pieces left Bernal’s, naked but the other tree covers it, makes it strong and safe but only so long as they’re literally fused together indefinitely,” and Eddie hopes that one…that one explains itself.

He pauses, waits for any reaction.

No dice.

“Bats sleep in pitcher plants.”

That at least gets the slightest lift of the chin. Probably because it’s weird, and also…bats.

Right. So Eddie’s gonna have to spell it all out.

Which he kinda knew. The examples are fucking weird. But they’re…they’re true. They’re where he is.

“If I get too fucking close, I will destroy you,” Eddie says, because that’s the fear, right—or no.

That’s the fucking truth. Eddie always ends up with the tatters of the things he loves the most.

“I’ll take too much, I’ll take everything,” Eddie confesses, pleads in his tone to be seen, which Steve’s always been weirdly good at, and understood—the bigger gamble.

“There won’t be any stoplights, there won’t be a barrier or a boundary where I’ll know I’ve gone too far because I won’t even think of what that fucking is, what it could be to even watch for, like the barebones idea of ‘too far’, let alone what it looks like, I won’t,” and his breath runs out, so he gasps, and he thinks he sees Steve move to reach, to help, to steady.

He thinks.

It’s probably just wishful thinking.

“I won’t stop holding on just when I’m sleeping, I’ll,” Eddie licks his lips, because now…now he’sstarting to hurt, closer to what it felt like with teeth ripping his flesh than anything has felt, than any loss has threatened. He has to clear his throat, because otherwise the rest will just spill out like a sob:

“I’ll tear your bark so you bleed, and you’re exposed and you die off slow, because I was selfish, so selfish, I held to close, I fucking…” eddies voice cracks; his eyes fucking burn; “because I fucking demanded the whole of you, and damn the cost because I couldn’t process an end, why would I stop doing to even think to be logical and careful when an end to you was, is, well, fuck,” he huffs, and a tear spills out white hot down his cheek;

“It’s incomprehensible, because that would be the end of everything, that was made real fucking clear for me with the bats, both times,” and Eddie means that—he’s had time to think through the origin of his aching and it was early, it was any hint of being in the world without this person in it, too; “and the end of everything, well,” he shakes his head, some of his hair sticking in the single trail of salt on his skin:

“Tied up in you, so tight we couldn’t physically untangle?” His voice drops to a whisper, and he knows his smile has to look sad, but he means this is the deepest places his heart even holds:

“What better way to go?”

He maybes watches Steve’s throat bobbing. Maybe.

Probably not.

So Eddie just sighs. Because…none of that matters. None of that matters in the face of the core truth:

“Those pitcher plants dissolve things inside them, it’s how they eat,” he half-recites, retreating into those deep-heart places, where the feeling is most saturated, but hard to find, somewhere to hide as he whispers, cowers in himself as he flats his own flesh:

“I’ll leech from you for wanting too much just the same. I’ll fucking destroy you, Stevie,” he moans, feels his arms wrap around his chest, protective. Trembling.

“I’ll love you so hard I’ll suffocate you, I’ll tear you to pieces trying to get closer, trying to hold the heart of you closer to mine,” he doesn’t even make a conscious decision to press a palm over his flailing heart where his arm already holds, hugs himself so fucking tight. His lungs are sore. It’s tight, trying to breathe.

“It’s not an overstatement, though, the other plants, the flowers,” Eddie feels overwhelmed, suddenly, with a need to make clear that there’s only one person at fault for this, and it’s him—Steve didn’t deserve to get hurt. Eddie should have found a better way to keep him safe—from Eddie—from the very start. Because—

“You are my sun,” Eddie makes himself look up, look at Steve. “I didn’t realize how little I was growing even before spring break. I didn’t notice, how fucking thriving wasn’t even in my goddamn vocabulary, until there was you.” His breathing shudders again, followed by the rest of him:

“I turn toward you as a rule,” because here’s the thing. All these weeks and months.

Eddie’s been shrivelling. Eddie spends his nights dreaming of sunlight.

It’s inescapable.

He was going to have to find a more sustainable compromise soon, anyway. Might as well…lay it all out now.

He’s already ripped off his bark. He’s already prepared to dissolve in the acid, to burn for what it means to have left the feeling grow so big.

“I hope,” he coughs, starts slow, formal-like: “I hope you can do me the favor of just,” he has to clear his throat again; fuck, it’s hard; “politely ignoring that part. Like, even at a distance, it’s not something I can seem to stop.”

He was aiming for apologetic for that last bit, honest.

He fucking fails spectacularly, so. That’s cool.

“I swear, I won’t bother you,” he tries to convey how he’s sorry, for all of it, save for the core of the loving, because he as granted. A taste, no matter how it’s fallen to ruin; he’s selfish that way anyhow, to have seen some of the sun versus darkness alone for always.

Still:

“I won’t come near, I’ll do what I’ve been doing but better, I’ll be better, I’ll try harder, it will—“

Eddie thinks maybe he’s finally died. Of heartbreak, of whatever the Upside Down did to him. Of living without his sun for a long.

Any. All of the above.

Because the next thing he knows is pressure. Heat.

On his lips.

He barely processes responding before its town away: of course death wouldn’t be a reward. Not for him.

“Are you fucking telling me,” a voice bites out close enough to Eddie’s lips that he can feel how sharp they cut:

“That you have been avoiding me, running awayfrom me,” and Eddie knows that voice—

“Breaking my heart,” and fuck, fuck Eddie knows he knows that voice because when it’s hurting—and those words are irate and disbelieving and they’re hurt—

“Because you’re fucking scared of loving me too hard?”

And Eddie pulls back, opens his eyes: Steve.

Steve’s eyes are fucking vibrant with feeling, so many feelings. He’s…he doesn’t think he’s dead, because a lot of those feelings are ones Eddie’s not familiar with, and how would he know to place them there if he’s never known them at all?

He doesn’t know of it’s better or worse, to not be dead right now.

Because he just apparently got to feel Steve’s lips on his lips.

But then:

“Because that’s what you’re saying, right” Steve raises a brow, demands in posture as much as in tone:

“You’re in love with me.”

And then on the flip side of being alive-or-dead: he has to deal with the consequences of spelling out the answer to…that.

Which he’s apparently broken Steve’s heart over handling…the only way he could figure out. And still fucking it up.

“That sounds less than what it feels like,” Eddie whispers; it’s the only thing he can latch on to.

Steve’s eyes narrow at him, contemplate him.

“And you think me, of all people,” Steve finally asks, slow, his tone wrenchingly deliberate; “that Iwouldn’t meet someone loving that big and that much,” “and he huffs, shakes his head in searing disbelief Eddie almost wishes he could flinch from, but it’s so warm, it’s his sun:

“That that wouldn’t feel like there actually was a heaven, and I’d died and somehow made it there?”

Eddie’s breath catches, then stops entirely. He can’t seem to properly suck in another one because…

“That finding that wouldn’t feel like I’d won the lottery, like I’d figured out what it meant when people talk about a blessing, and all that shit?”

Because what…what it almost sounds like Steve is saying can’t actually be—

“That finding it, with you,” and oh, oh Steve is a lot closer than he was last Eddie processed the world around him, his chest is grazing Eddie’s chest when he seems to have no trouble breathing, just is doing it really deep and reallt fast—

“That it’d be anything less than a gift,” Steve murmurs half against Eddie’s lips; “a dream come to life?”

And Steve’s eyes flick up, and it’s when they land on Eddie’s and see him that his lungs shiver and he chokes out the only word he thinks his every molecule knows by heart:

“Steve?”

And Steve doesn’t move, neither. Loser nor farther away.

Doesn’t look away; doesn’t blink.

Just asks:

“Do you love me?”

And something in Eddie unfreezes, some string holding him up, holding him back snaps free and he just grabs Steve’s hand and presses it to his chest, like he needs to be tethered now that the string in him’s been cut, and the touch, this touch: Steve is really all he’s been wanting to keep him.

To keep him at all.

And maybe this is the one shot he gets.

But Steve, Steve said…

He presses Steve’s hand to his chest a little harder, because he’s bathed in the sun again. Their hands are linked, and they’re not asleep. He’s peeled off all the pretense, he’s as bare and vulnerable as he can possibly get. His heart’s beating into Steve palm. Eddie will happily fucking drown in this, dissolve and be…

He’s already consumed.

How is it any different, save that maybe, just maybe, beyond all odds and against everything he’s feared—

“More than I can hold in here,” Eddie scarcely finds the air to breathe; “more than I can say.”

“Then share it,” Steve says, the assuredness, the rightness in his gravity that’s always been at his core radiating forth and warming Eddie in a way he’s never known to feel before.

“Let me know it, let that feeling not be alone anymore,” and the words hold more than their syllables, by so much; “let it out to see the sun,” and then Steve’s flipping their hands so eddies the one caught agains this chest, but he’s always pulling them close enough that Steve’s knuckles are still catching the drum of Eddie’s pulse. It feels…

Eddie didn’t know what to expect, to let the feeling be felt beyond his own chest.

It’s breathtaking in a new way. It’s…

“Let it meet its match here, in how I feel,” Steve doesn’t suggest, just speaks, instructs, leads with a match to what Eddie feels, has been drowning in, save where it stole his air it’s breathing into him; where it took his light it’s reinventing the sun as Steve murmurs close, so close to his lips:

“Let it see how it was killing me all this time without you,” and Eddie whimpers for the cost of what he’s done, what he felt so sure he had to do—

“Let the feeling inside here,” and he presses his touch back to Eddie’s chest just a little bit firmer; “know how much sharing it’s like stitching my broken heart back to rights.”

Eddie’s exhales shakes so fucking hard; he can’t be this lucky. It can’t…he can’t…

But his heart’s beating so hard, so fast, so free.

So fucking alive.

“You can’t say it, big enough?” Steve pushes, his breath so goddamn warm, his lashes so thick, Eddie wants to feel them on his skin like a blessing, a sacrament:

“You can’t say it? Then show me, instead.”

And Steve looks up at him before he grabs around the back of Eddie’s neck, pulls him close enough that speaking rubs their lips together, more combative than affectionate but still undeniably intimate as Steve growls:

“Fucking months, Eddie, Jesus,” and his grip is firm, but there’s no force, Eddie could pull back, Eddie could try to run, and fail, but how could he, how could he ever—

His hand’s crushed to Steve’s chest. The same wild thrum he feels in his veins is there.

Let it meet its match.

“Make up for it,” Steve’s breath trembles on Eddie’s lips, taunts him, begs him, asks so many questions.

Eddie flips their hands one more time, presses Steve’s hand to his heartbeat with nothing less than desperation until his ribs goddamn creak, and then he leans, makes the pressure bigger—

Meets the feeling in Steve with all the feeling in him with their lips on each other like they mean it this time, ready to dissolve in it. To grow themselves to protect around the soft parts. To keep their hands entwined for always.

To come alive inside this sun.

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mrsjellymunson · 8 months ago

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I Need A Moment

Written for the @steddiemicrofic one year anniversary prompt, ‘one’. WC: 111 | Rating: G (I think, if it’s actually T lemme know) | CW: none | Tags: feelings confession, getting together | A/N: I think this is the shortest, and fastest, thing I’ve ever written! Definitely a challenge, but one I relished, thank you!

They’ve skirted around it for months. Steve’s been a permanent fixture at gigs, and Eddie’s flirted relentlessly during the rides home he gives him.

But it’s still a major shift when Steve confesses that he’s wanted Eddie for ages.

Eddie, breathless with shock, bends forwards a little and holds his kitchen counter with a white-knuckle grip.

Looking up into Steve’s hazel orbs, he asks, nervously,

“Did you… mean that?”

Steve’s honey laden voice replies,

“I sure did.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and, palming his chest dramatically heart-attack-like, he lifts the index finger of his other hand aloft. Still bewildered, but now breathless for other reasons, he mumbles,

“Okay, gimme one second here…”

Thanks so much for reading!

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eddiesxangel · 1 year ago

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For a request what about drama queen!reader (think Sharpay from High School Musical) x Eddie he gets stuck painting sets as a detention for something

"EDDIE! Can you not do anything I ask?!" you yell at the lanky boy goofing off with a wet paintbrush in the corner of the art room.

You had been assigned to supervise detention as they were to help paint the sets for this year's upcoming school musical.

You needed everything about this show to be perfect. You were the first student director Hawkins High had, so you volunteered to watch over set design, not trusting anyone with your masterpiece.

Eddie whipped his head around to glare at you when you shrieked his name. If looks, could kill he would be out cold on the floor. He wasn't sure why he did everything he could to bother you but it gave him a thrill. He liked to poke fun at you. Ever since the beginning of the year when he saw you in his English class, he felt the need to get under your skin. Who even was that pretty anyway?

"I will not be lowering myself to your demands" he squints his eyes down at you.

"They aren't my demands, they are Mr. Parkers, I'm just supervising" You roll your eyes a cross your arms.

"Then why are you here?" he questions cocking his head as he stepped closer to you. The wet paint brush was getting very close to your pink tweed jacket.

"I'm the director of this play, this is my play, OK? So it has to be perfect and I'm not going to have you go and mess it all up!" you poked at his chest.

Eddie got a funny feeling in his stomach when you touched him. You felt it as well. A small spark ignited in you, but that washed away when Eddie stepped closer and the wet paintbrush with blue paint made contact with your sleeve.

"Eddie! " You screeched again.

"That's right scream my name" He laughed.

"You are so infuriating!" you marched out into the hallway whipping off your jacket to clean it in the bathroom. All you wanted was to have things done properly! Why was he making this so difficult?

You marched away not realizing Eddie had followed.

"Oh my god!" You clenched your chest as you saw him standing behind you through the mirror.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He put his hands up in defence.

"You cannot be in here! this is the girl's room!" You scold as you scrub at the paint under the running tap.

"I really am sorry, I didn't mean to mess up your jacket."

"Well you did!" you glare over at him.

"It will come out, what's the big deal?" He shrugged.

God, he was infuriating, his stupid smile made your heart flutter, and his stupid hair that made you want to run your hands through it. you hadn't realized you had been staring a him while you zoned out.

"What do I have something on my face?" he put the brush up to his cheek and ran it down to his jaw.

"Eddie!" you couldn't help but giggle.

"What?" he played dumb as the blue paint coated his skin.

"You're so dumb" you roll your eyes.

"I really am sorry let me make it up to you?" He seemed genuine but when has he ever been genuine?

"What's the catch" you squint your eyes at him.

"No catch" He smiled again, latching his hands behind his back and stepping closer to you.

"Ohkayyyy?" you state, still skeptical.

"Let me take you out."

his words caught you off guard. that was not what you were expecting him to say.

"What?" you cross your arms.

"You heard me, or did all that director power go to that pretty head of yours" he raised his brows.

Did he just call you pretty?

"i-uh -"

"What? Cat got your tongue?" he smirked as he took another step closer so his chest was brushing up against yours.

He was so cute, and he smelled like fresh laundry and cigarettes.

"Fine. Pick me up Friday at 7."

"see you then Drama Queen" with that he turned and left yu standing in the girls room dumbfounded.

What just happened?

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ryan-waddell11 · 2 years ago

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how gentlemanly of him

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towanda-is-writing · 11 months ago

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*Grace, one day in 2012 listening to the first album of a new British group* Eddie: and what did you say they're called? Grace: *rolls her eyes* for the fifth time, dad... One Direction. They're a new boyband that's blowing up *looks at her father* and honestly, I'm starting to really like them... Eddie: *confused* I thought you were into rock, metal... like me Grace: *shrugs* well… there are some bands that are okay... but I think One Direction is way better than Metallica Eddie: Eddie: ... a stab in the heart would’ve hurt less, pumpkin

#ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things incorrect quote #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #grace munson #grace is a badass #eddie is a drama queen #and i love their father/daughter relationship #hellcheer #eddissy #from the past universe #towanda is writing

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my2amgaythoughts · 2 years ago

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Desperately wish I had the time to draw Eddie in the 'I murdered my late husband' robe. The drama queen would wear it whenever he's mad at Steve as a warning. He'd drape himself across their sofa with a hand raised to his face and say something like "Whatever is a poor little lady like me to do now that my husband has mysteriously died and left me all his money?" in a terrible Southern accent. Steve would be sitting two feet away in a recliner so in love with his husband, but absolutely exasperated that they go through this everytime he eats the last slice of pizza or watches an episode of RuPaul's Drag Race without him.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #eddie is a drama queen

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hllfireclb · 2 years ago

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I can’t be the only one who thinks that Eddie Munson is a whole ass drama queen. The hellfire club isn’t in the drama room for no reason🤭

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things 4 #Eddie munson drama queen

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kjsfandoms · 6 months ago

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Lust and Love

Eddie Munson x Reader

Description: Eddie is dating the girl he's been pinning over for years- Chrissy Cunningham. What happens when a new girl enters his life?

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Chrissy and Eddie have been dating for a good few months now and they both truly are happy. Eddie had been crushing on her since their middle school talent show and was insanely surprised when she came to him to buy drugs. The Chrissy Cunningham High buying drugs from him? He couldn’t believe it.

Not long after their first deal, Chrissy started to realize that she really enjoyed Eddie’s company. One thing led to another and soon enough the freak of Hawkins High was dating the queen of Hawkins High.

Though they were dating and loved spending time together they still always made sure to have time for their friends. Hence why Eddie still sits at the hellfire table for lunch (also totally not because the majority of the popular kids hate him).

One day during lunch as Eddie is sitting at the front of the table, munching on his pretzels, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike join him. “Hey, fellas.” Eddie says as the boys start eating their unpleasantly looking school lunch. They talk about DND for a good minute until Dustin turns around mid-conversation when he notices Y/N sit down at the table next to theirs.

“Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey there, Dustin.” Y/N replies as she takes off her headphones and gives him a friendly smile. Mike and Lucas then notice her as well and say their hellos. Eddie looks back and forth between the boys and this girl, Y/N. He takes in her appearance and notices the eyeliner, dark denim jeans, and the loosely hung Black Sabbath t-shirt. How the hell did these boys know this girl and why has he never seen her around?

She turns back to her own table and puts her headphones back on. He can briefly hear Judas Priest coming through them before being interrupted by Gareth sharing some more DND ideas.

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After school he walks Chrissy to her cheer practice before heading over to the drama room to set up for the upcoming hellfire session tonight. In there he spots Dustin who is also usually there sometimes to help Eddie set up. “Hey, man.” Eddie greets. “Hey, Eddie. I already set up everyone’s character sheets.” “Thanks, Henderson.”

As Eddie and Dustin continue to set up, the question from earlier still lingers on Eddie’s mind. Who was that girl? ‘Might as well ask’, he thinks to himself.

“Henderson, who was that girl you guys were saying hi to at lunch?”

“Oh, Y/N? We’ve known her for a few years now. She’s friends with Jonathan Byers so we met her by association. She’s really cool though. I’m surprised you guys have never met considering you have a lot in common. But why do you ask?” Dustin says as he pulls out some dice.

“Was just curious. Never seen her around.”

“Yeah, she can be more on the quiet and loner side, but she’s great when you get to know her.”

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Hellfire went pretty good as Eddie had been playing that campaign for weeks now. The boys and Erica have already left by now, but he stayed back to clean up. As he’s putting away their chairs he hears the drama room doors open. In walks her. Y/N.

“Oh, hi! Sorry, didn’t know you guys were doing hellfire today. I’m just setting some things up for the talent show this weekend.” She says. That’s when Eddie notices her carrying two guitars and an amp. “Don’t worry, you’re all good. Just cleaning up. You want some help with that?” “Please,” she says with a breathy laugh, “carrying these all at once is not easy.” “Oh, trust me I know. I play in a band.” He says as he walks over to take the amp out of her arm.

They walk to the stage and as Eddie plugs in the amp Y/N sets up the guitars. Wanting to break the silence, Y/N asks, “So, you’re in a band. What do you play?” “Guitar. I also help write some of our songs.” Y/N looks up at him with a smile and says, “No way! I also play guitar and write songs. Though, it’s just for fun. I’m not in a band or anything.” Eddie looks shocked at this. He’s never met a girl that’s been into music like this, not to mention music that he likes. “That’s sick! Think I could hear one of your songs one day?” “Only if I get to hear one of yours.”

Continuing their conversation, they’re eventually interrupted when the drama doors open once again, this time revealing Chrissy. “Hey, babe!” Chrissy cheers and she walks over to give Eddie a hug. “Hey, Chris. How was practice?” Y/N watches as the obvious couple interact, slightly disappointed in the fact that he has a girlfriend. But Y/N isn’t the one to overstep boundaries and disrespect someone’s relationship, so she pushes those thoughts to the back of her mind.

“Bye, Eddie, it was nice meeting you.” Y/N says with a smile as she starts to leave.

“You too, Y/N.”

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It's been a few weeks since the first interaction, but over those few weeks the two have created a friendship. They hang out every now and then, Eddie sharing his time between Y/N, Chrissy, and his hellfire friends.

This day in particular, Y/N and Eddie finally decided to act upon the deal they made when they first met, which was to hear each other's music. Eddie invited her over, but Y/N declined. She thought it’d be rude to hang out one on one with a man who is in a relationship inside his own home. Eddie understood where she was coming from, but assured her Chrissy knew. Still, she stuck to her word and the two agreed to meet up in the drama room after school instead.

“So, you wanna go first?” Y/N asks as the both of them sit criss cross on the stage floor, both holding guitars in their lap. “Why not.” Eddie replies as he takes his guitar pick off his neck and starts strumming. He opted to playing a more simple rock song of his rather than metal as he thought it’d be way too extra. When it came down to Y/N’s turn, she stuck to more of one of her indie-rock songs.

“You’re better than I thought you’d be.” Eddie says with a playful grin.

“Same for you, Munson.”

“I’d like to state for the record, that was an easy song I played. I’m usually ten times more metal.” He says with a slight smirk, “You should really come watch me and my band play some time. We perform at the Hideout on Tuesdays. Maybe you could even perform one of your songs.”

“I’d love to watch you guys play, but as for me performing, hard pass. I’d rather stick to putting on a show for my stuffed animals rather than real people.” Y/N replies with a smile and small laugh.

“Oh, come on! I’ll be there to cheer you on. I bet your stuffed animals can’t do that.”

Y/N let out a dramatic playful gasp and jokingly says, “What?! Peter the pig always makes sure to give me a round-of-applause.” The two share a laugh and Eddie replies, “Fine. You can stick to your stuffed animal crowd. As for me, I can pick you up around seven after I pick up Chrissy, if that’s fine with you?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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Tuesday comes around and Y/N is patiently waiting on her couch for Eddie. She eventually hears loud heavy rock music coming from outside and takes that as her cue to grab her things, not forgetting her guitar. Even though she said she didn't want to perform, she decided she wanted to surprise Eddie tonight by performing a new song of hers.

She runs outside and slides open the van door and greets Eddie and Chrissy as she goes to sit in the back. Soon enough they’re there and Eddie is parking the van. “I’m just gonna go help the boys set up. Are you guys good with waiting inside for a few minutes?” Eddie asks as they all start getting out of the van. “Yeah, that’s fine, Eds.” Chrissy replies back with a smile. Y/N had a few interactions with Chrissy since becoming friends with Eddie and from what she can tell, she’s the sweetest girl Y/N ever met. Eddie is a real lucky man, she must say.

As Y/N and Chrissy start walking inside, Chrissy notices the guitar case. “Oh, you’re playing too?!” Chrissy cheerfully asks. “Yeah, but don’t tell Eddie. Was gonna surprise him.” Y/N happily replies back, hoping that that didn’t upset Chrissy. Thankfully, Chrissy saw no problem with it and the two headed inside.

Chrissy takes a seat at one of the tables while Y/N places her guitar case next to the stage. They patiently wait and talk for a little bit as they wait for Eddie’s band. Soon enough, they hear the name ‘Corroded Coffin’ being announced on stage.

You watch as Eddie pours his heart and soul into his performance as his passion for guitar shines through. Chrissy wishes she could watch as deeply as you are, but she can’t help but pay attention to how whenever Eddie looks down at their table, his eyes travel to Y/N.

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The band finished up their last song and then walked off stage. As Eddie is putting his guitar back in his case, he hears the bar owner announce, “We have one more performance tonight! Please welcome, Y/N!”. Eddie perks up at this and immediately his attention is on the stage. Chrissy sees this. She nervously plays with the ribbon in her hair and looks at how Eddie’s eyes never left you as you walk onto the stage with your guitar.

Chrissy knows Eddie loves her, no doubt about it, but seeing the way Y/N and Eddie have bonded over the past few weeks, she knew his love for her was slowly decaying. They had so much in common, she should have seen it coming sooner. And Chrissy being the sweet girl that she is, couldn’t bring herself to be mad at it. She’s had her fair experiences with love and is well aware that you can’t choose who you fall for.

She brings her focus back to the stage as Y/N starts playing guitar and eventually singing her most recent lyrics. ‘They even have similar writing styles’, Chrissy thinks to herself. She sighs and looks down at her hands. She loves Eddie, but this isn’t right. Chrissy isn’t the girl he wants anymore. Those years he spent pinning over her have gone to waste, which hurts Chrissy to admit.

She looked over at Eddie and that’s all it took for her to accept what was going to have to happen. His eyes were so full of admiration, lust, and love. The same way he used to look at her.

Y/N walks off stage and Eddie immediately runs to her and gives her a hug so big he’s picking her off the ground. Y/N is first to break it as she knows Chrissy is right behind them. Chrissy notices this and sadly smiles to herself. She can’t even blame Y/N. She could tell how Y/N always made sure to respect their relationship and set boundaries. Y/N always made sure Eddie was spending more time with Chrissy than he was with her, she always made sure Eddie still walked Chrissy to practice after school even when he would offer to walk Y/N to her car, and she always made sure Eddie never stopped showing his love to Chrissy.

Chrissy feels a tear slide down her face but quickly wipes it when the two of them start making their way over.

“You guys were great!”, Chrissy cheers.

“Thank you.” Both Eddie and Y/N say, almost in sync.

They finish up their night at the hideout with some fries and drinks then eventually head back out to Eddie’s van. Y/N is first to be dropped off which leaves the couple alone.

“Eddie?”, Chrissy says sadly.

“Yeah, Chris?” Eddie replies as he head bops to the music playing on the car radio.

“We need to talk.”

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Eddie pulls up to Chrissy's house and stops the van in her driveway. “So, what did you want to talk about?” He asks.

“I think we should break up.”

Eddie sits in shock for a few moments before turning to face Chrissy and asks why. “Eddie, you know I love you and I know you have love for me. But you’re no longer in love with me.”, Chrissy says with watery eyes.

“Woah, woah, woah. What makes you think that, Chris?” Eddie says as he reaches for Chrissy’s hand, only for her to pull it away. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know, Eds. You like her, don’t you?”

At her words, Eddie looks down, refusing to make eye contact. His silence confirms Chrissy’s question.

“It’s okay, Eddie.” “No, it’s not. It wasn’t supposed to go this way.” Eddie’s eyes start to gather tears as he still has yet to look up at Chrissy. “What do you mean?” Chrissy asks with furrowed eyebrows. “I mean,” he sighs before continuing, “I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. Never once have I ever felt that way towards another girl, so when me and you got together, I was the happiest man in the world. I truly started to believe that opposites do attract,” He finally looks up at Chrissy as he says, “but I think that’s only because I thought there was no other girl out there that was like me. But then I met Y/N.” Chrissy looks at him with sad eyes, but a soft smile. Eddie returns a sad smile back. “I really am sorry, Chris. This isn’t how I meant for things to go. But I do want you to know I truly was happy with you and I enjoyed our time together.” “It’s okay, Eddie. And me too. I don’t want to trap you in a relationship that you don’t want to be in.”

They sit in awkward, yet somewhat comforting silence for a moment before Chrissy asks one last question, “When did you know you fell for her?” “Today, actually. At the hideout.” This somewhat shocked Chrissy as she would've thought it’d be way earlier, though she lets Eddie continue, “Sure, these past few weeks my crush for her did start to develop, but it felt wrong considering I’m with- or well, I was with you, so I pushed the thought of being with her to the back of my mind. But seeing her today on that stage, I couldn’t hide it from myself anymore.” Eddie says, looking at his lap, somewhat disappointed at himself. He had been chasing Chrissy for years, and once he finally got the girl his heart decides to do a whole u-turn on him.

“Again, Chrissy, I really am sorry.”

“It’s okay, Eddie. It’s okay. Go get her.” Chrissy says with a happier smile this time. Even though the smile was definitely forced, Eddie smiled back and gave Chrissy one last hug as a goodbye.

Eddie pulls out of Chrissy’s driveway and heads straight for Y/N’s house.

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He climbs to her bedroom window and knocks. Y/N opens her curtains, not surprised to see Eddie as he surprised her with a similar visit a week ago for a quick smoke sesh. She opens the window and welcomes him in.

“Hey, Y/N.” He pants out, slightly out of breath from climbing through your window.

“What’s up, Eddie?” Y/N asks. She notices Eddie is fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, a habit of his she recently noticed.

“I wanted to talk to you about something. About us.” He says, head down as he can’t bring himself to make eye contact. He notices the shift in Y/N’s stance, sensing that she probably has an idea of what he’s about to say.

“I like you.”

She sighs before saying, “Eddie-”

“I know,” Eddie cuts her off, “I know, I know, me and Chrissy. But we broke up.” Y/N looks up at him with shocked eyes and says, “What?! Why would you dump her for me?” Eddie grabs both of Y/N’s hands into his and looks her in the eye as he says, “She dumped me, Y/N.” Y/N takes her hands from his and puts them in her hair, slightly panicking. “No, no, no, no, I feel like a homewrecker, Eddie. This is wrong.” “I know it is, but I can’t control my feelings, Y/N.”

He sits on the edge of her bed. She takes a seat next to him and deeply sighs. “I don’t even know what to say, Eddie.” He looks down at her and puts her hand in his once again. “Just say how you feel. If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine. I can get up and leave and pretend this conversation didn’t even happen.” Y/N sighs once again as she responds, “Eddie, I like you too. But this feels so wrong.”

Eddie’s heart lightens at her confession. He smiles to himself before saying, “It’s all up to you, love. If it makes you feel any better, this was all Chrissy’s idea. I don’t want you to think she hates you for taking me away from her. None of this is your fault, okay?” He places a finger under her chin and lifts her face up to meet him eye to eye. He can tell how her eyes are full of so many different emotions right now, but he gives her a reassuring look.

“As much as I hate to admit it, I want to be with you, Eddie.”

“That’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” He replies with a smile, slowly bringing her face to his and letting their lips connect.

Y/N feels the guilt seep into her gut as she kisses Eddie, but can’t bring herself to stop. She had been crushing on this boy the moment she laid eyes on him. Sitting at the table next to his was totally not on purpose. She of course feels for Chrissy, but when Eddie and Y/N walked into school the next day hand in hand, she saw Chrissy give her a genuine smile and a thumbs up, and all of a sudden the guilt slowly started to disappear.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things #joseph quinn

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 11 months ago

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Ok, I have two alternatives, pick which one you like the best.

Reader get picked to tutor Eddie even though they have always been at each other's throat, she thinking he's a drama queen, pissed that the popular people doesn't like him and he thinks she's a stuck up bitch without humor.

So they go back and forth but maybe one day when she's having a bad day and Eddie says something and she starts crying he gets all "what, how, why? What did I do, please don't cry!"

Or, that he catches her reading a romance novel and outwardly she has always just read classics - books that are 'high education'

Request by @somethingvicked 🫶💞 went with the first option 💞

Warnings; Little bit of angst, meanish Eddie, fluff. Accidental kiss.

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"You've got to be kidding me?" you gawk at Miss O'Donnell who has called you back at the end of class. She's asked you to tutor someone and at first you were all for it.

That's until you found out it was Eddie Munson, Munson who is currently sitting at the back of the class with his feet up on the desk in front of him, he gives you a sarcastic little wave and you turn back to Miss O'Donnell and hope she comes to her senses.

"He needs a tutor if he wants to graduate. You're the best student in the class. It will look wonderful on your college applications that you tutored Mr Munson" shit there was really no getting out of this.

Reluctantly you turn to Eddie who already doesn't like you. In his honest opinion you seemed prissy and stuck up. The two of you spent half your time at each other's throats, it had been like that for so long.

Equally you couldn't stand Eddie either. He was loud, a show off and you were sure he was jealous of the popular people he claimed to hate.

How you would manage to tutor him for weeks on end was anyone's guess. One thing's for sure, you were dreading this.

"Meet me after school tomorrow and we can get started okay?" You say to him already grumpy at having to spend extra time with him. Eddie swings his legs off the desk and smirks, then bows.

"As you wish princess" ugh, you storm out but not before hearing Eddie's laughter.

Asshole.

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The first week of tutoring Eddie is as horrible as you expected. He's antagonistic, makes no effort and needles at your patience until it's paper thin.

"How can you be expected to graduate if you don't make an effort?" You snap as Eddie strums on his guitar.

"That old bat has it in for me, even when I try my best she still doesn't care" Eddie hisses back and you feel the beginnings of a headache come on.

"You just need to apply yourself better, if you want to graduate then you need to ace this Munson" he glares at you.

"Don't you think I know that? It's easy for you though isn't it princess, since your little miss perfect" the insult flares up your annoyance and you and Eddie devolve into your usual arguments.

"Don't you think I have better things to do then tutor you Munson? So do us both a favour and start paying attention, so we can go our separate ways sooner".

He huffs and places down his guitar with gentle care, grabs his notebook and

"Did you draw these?" you ask curious as you trace your fingers over the images on his notebook. He nods and looks at you like he's expecting you to give him shit.

"They are really good Munson, you could think about applying to an art course after graduation" Eddie scoffs and takes his notebook back.

"Yeah like anyone's going to take me with my grades" his tone is all annoyance and it pisses you off.

"I was only trying to compliment you, why do you have to be so touchy all the time" you look away from him stubbornly, he is silent for a few seconds and when he speaks again his voice is soft.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to a lot of compliments from people" this softens you as well and you turn to face him and give him a small smile.

"Well you're really good" there's a faint tinge of pink to his cheeks when you say this. He nods and settles back down beside you.

"You know uh, you're pretty good with the whole writing thing, uh shit, you know what I mean" pleased and a little flustered at his compliment you clear your throat and mutter thank you, then get started with the book you and Eddie are reading for class.

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Today has been the worst day. You overslept, forgot to hand your essay in to your biology teacher, the rain soaked you completely as soon as you left your home and you've been verging on a cold ever since.

So the thought of having to tutor Munson again does not fill you with joy, in all honesty all you want is your bed and to sleep. You couldn't get sick, you had too much to do.

Of course from the moment you meet up with Eddie he's difficult. All because it's Friday and he has a Hellfire meeting.

"I have to set everything up princess, I don't have time to waste here with you" furious you round on him.

"You think that I want to be here? No. I'd rather be at home so sit down and let's get on with this so I don't have to sit with your annoying ass any longer than I have to"

"Well at least I'm not a stuck up bitch with no sense of humour and a permanent stick up my ass"

Eddie's words cut to the bone and you stiffen in response. Don't cry, don't cry you chant to yourself, but you can't help as the tears roll down your cheeks, Eddie's big brown eyes widen in shock as you begin to cry.

Humiliated, you're just about to leave when he steps in front of you. "Wait, what did I do?" The two of you exchanged insults on a daily basis and you had never cried before, Eddie begins to panic as your sobs continue.

"Please don't cry" he says, he hates seeing you cry. Your little whimper stabs at his aching heart and on instinct he reaches over to you and takes your hand, the gesture surprises you both and it dries up your tears.

"I'm sorry, I don't like seeing you cry, please stop" you sniff and wipe the remainder of the tears away, Eddie's hand is still holding yours and it's making you feel things that you never expected.

Eddie gently strokes your hand with his thumb, marvels at the soft skin and how your hand fits perfectly in his own.

Uh, shit. This was new. You smile at him, suddenly seeming shy. His heart skips a beat. Jesus h Christ.

"I didn't mean it" he stumbles over his words and you sigh sadly, peer at him with an expression that tugs at his heart.

"Yes you did" he shakes his head fervently and assured you that he didn't.

"I just snapped back without thinking, I'm sorry" he pleads with you and you hear the sincerity in his voice and calm down a bit.

"I'm sorry too. Today has been so shit, I'm tired and I feel like crap. I just want to sleep" Eddie immediately grabs his notebook and pencil and sits down, he looks to you patiently.

"Let's do half an hour and I'll cram as much as I can in my brain and then I'm going to drive you home okay?" relived you nod but still feel worried.

"Miss O'Donnell won't be happy" you tell him and he shrugs as if he doesn't care one bit.

"Leave the old dragon to me okay princess?" touched at his sweetness you take his hand and squeeze it as a thank you. Surprisingly the half hour passes by cordially and Eddie is still sweet.

Before you know it the half hour has ended and Eddie is true to his word and drives you home. You don't feel much better and your stomach is fluttering like crazy being so close to Eddie.

What the hell was happening? Was this some side effect of the flu? Eddie's big brown eyes meet yours, "Thanks for driving me home Eddie"

He shrugs like it's no big deal and on impulse you reach over to kiss his cheek. The only thing is he moves so you miss completely and end up pressing your lips against his.

His eyes widen and you pull away embarrassed, your heart is racing and your lips are tingling from the kiss. You stammer out an apology but Eddie waves it off, you race out the door and into your house.

All the while Eddie is touching his lips, his own heart is racing a mile a minute and all he can think about is that he really wants to kiss you again.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #mean!eddie munson #enemies to lovers #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson

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hippiegoth97 · 8 months ago

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Wild and Untamed Things: Steddie x Reader Pt.1

Collage by me :)

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Description: You, Eddie, and Steve go to a late-night showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, dressing up as your favorite characters. You’ve harbored romantic feelings for the both of them, but until this night, you’d never thought they would reciprocate. As the movie goes on, Steve and Eddie touch and tease you. When you head back to Eddie’s place, the three of you can't help but fall prey to the film's mantra of 'don't dream it, be it'...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, female reader, Bisexual!Steve Harrington, Bisexual!Eddie Munson, use of the term 'queer', threesome activities, LGBTQ+ references, teasing, oral sex, fingering, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, squirting, polyamorous relationship

Word Count: 6.3k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Wild and Untamed Things Pt.1

You, Steve, and Eddie have made plans to go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight. The three of you are getting ready at Eddie's trailer, dressing up as your favorite characters. You're Columbia, Steve is Brad, and Eddie is of course - being the drama queen he is - Dr. Frank-n-Furter.

"Hey, Y/N? Can you come here for a sec?" Eddie calls from his bedroom. You share a rolling of eyes with Steve across the couch, getting up to see what the problem is. You walk in to see him struggling with securing his costume together.

"What's up? Is it the garter belt?" You ask, eyes unconsciously glazing over Eddie's body. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over slightly. But what you can see makes your cheeks heat up, most of his skin is exposed, revealing his tattoos. You can see part of his stomach as well, and your eyes can't help falling to his underwear. You and the boys are just friends, but sometimes you can't help feeling overwhelmingly attracted to one or both of them.

"Yeah, the flimsy thing won't secure to the fishnets. Can you hold the fucker steady while I clip it?" He says, frustration lacing his tone. Eddie gazes up at you, and you're struck by how handsome he is. Even under all that makeup, he's absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth mimics that of a fish while you recall what you were going to say. Eddie quirks an eyebrow at you, wondering what your deal is.

"Sure thing, Eds." You stammer, feeling your cheeks heat up further. You cautiously get closer to him, trying your best to focus on anything but his crotch. You kneel down and hold the fishnet in place while Eddie pulls the clip to it. His hand brushes against yours, making your breath catch in your throat. He doesn't seem to notice though, he's too laser-focused on his task. His tongue sticks out in concentration, and his eyes are staring down intensely.

Steve took the easy route with his costume, most of it was already part of his wardrobe. And he popped the lenses out of the sunglasses from his Risky Business costume a few years back to make the spectacles. You picked Columbia as Janet is too boring and Magenta just isn't your style. You found what you could from a thrift store, everything else was painstakingly sewn by your own two hands. Eddie helped you with your makeup, while you drew the signature 'BOSS' tattoo onto his arm for his own get-up.

Eddie finally clips the belt to the stocking, cheering loudly as he thrusts his fists into the air. "Yes! 'Bout fuckin' time!" Eddie playfully grabs you, lifting you in the air to spin you around in a strangling hug. "Thanks for the help, Y/N! I could just kiss you right now!" Your eyes widen at his statement, and you can't help tensing up in his grip. He puts you down, looking in your eyes. "You feeling alright, Y/N?"

"I'm fine, Eds. Let's get a move on, hm?" You brush off his concern, trying to play it cool. He opens his mouth to say something else, but you're already leaving the room. You go back to the living room, grabbing your sequin tophat off the couch. "We're ready, Steve. Let's go, we'll be lucky to get seats in the back row now." You don't mean to sound so agitated, but Eddie's costume has stirred something in you that you desperately want to ignore. Steve looks at you strangely, wondering what's wrong. You meet his gaze, and dammit, he looks so cute in those glasses.

"No need to rush, Y/N. We'll get good seats, we always do." Steve says, trying to calm you. He's holding the bag of props you guys compiled together for the show. Newspaper, water guns, toast, toilet paper, playing cards, etc., everything a true Rocky Horror fan needs to truly enjoy such a campy film.

Eddie walks out to the living room, his heels clicking on the floor. Steve's eyes widen once he gets a full look at him. "See something you like, Stevie?" Eddie teases, digging out his cape from the hall closet.

"N-no. You just look more freakish than usual." Steve says, clearing his throat.

Eddie smirks, tying the cape closed around his shoulders. "If you say so. But if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're acting like a queer, Harrington."

"If anyone's a queer, it's you! You're the one in ladies' underwear!" Steve shouts back, crossing his arms.

"You're lucky I'm not offended by that. There's no need to have such an extreme reaction, though. One could argue that thou doth protest too much." Eddie laughs, continuing to taunt Steve. You can't help giggling at Eddie's teasing, earning you a glare from Steve. You try your best to stifle the laugh, thinking about something else.

"Whatever, dick. Let's get going, shall we?" Steve grumbles, leading the way out the front door of Eddie's trailer. The three of you get into Steve's car, you in front and Eddie in the back. You spend the drive to the theater glancing at Steve, unable to stop looking at him. Eddie picks up on this, smirking to himself. He leans forward, speaking into your ear.

"He sure is pretty, isn't he?" He whispers, catching you off guard. Eddie puts his hands on your shoulders to keep you calm. "Relax, Y/N. I can't say I'm not a little jealous though, I thought you only looked at me like that." Your eyes widen at his words, but he just chuckles lowly. "It's okay, sweetheart. I know how to share." Your breath hitches, hoping he's joking, or maybe not. Steve's eyes flick over to you questioningly.

"What are you two whispering about?" He asks, annoyed at being left out. He hopes you're not flirting with Eddie, he thought his feelings for you were obvious. You’ve never made a move, but he supposes that he’s never made one either. But that's only because he also has complex feelings towards Eddie. He could never say that though, there's no way Eddie feels the same. Or does he?

"It's nothing for you to worry about, Stevie. Eyes on the road, you wouldn't wanna crash when I'm dressed like this. The coroner might get the wrong idea." Eddie quips, making you laugh again. Steve scowls at the two of you, huffing loudly. He pulls up to the theater, putting the car in park. You climb out, assisting Eddie to stand up straight in his high heels. "Thanks, princess." He grins, staring down at you intensely. You can't help blushing when he looks at you like that.

The three of you walk into the theater, handing the usher your tickets. Steve leads the way to a group of three open seats a couple rows from the back. The theater is buzzing with people, most of which are also dressed up. You take the seat in the middle, with Eddie to your right and Steve on the left. Steve puts the prop bag in your lap, making it easier for everyone to reach during the movie. Your shoulders rub against theirs, causing your heartbeat to pick up. It's such an innocuous touch, and yet you can't help feeling a little warmer than usual. "You okay, Y/N? You're shaking like a leaf." Steve says to you quietly. You glance at his bespectacled eyes, gulping before you speak.

"I-I'm fine, just excited for the movie to start." You lie, giving him an awkward smile. He rolls his eyes, sharing a concerned look with Eddie. They both shrug it off, deciding to let you keep up the act. Individually, though, they each hatch a plan to draw your true feelings out of you as the movie goes on. The lights go down, and the pre-show begins. The music videos for Tim Curry's “Paradise Garage” and “I Do The Rock” play one after the other on screen. The whole theater sings along, some even standing up to dance. But the three of you stay seated, singing goofily to each other.

Your nerves calm a bit, the music provides a welcome distraction to the emotions raging on in your mind. Right now, you're just spending time with your best guy friends, nothing more. The music ends, fading out into the cheesy ads for vintage horror movies. You do everything you can to avoid glancing at the guys, you know you'll be done for if you do. But you suddenly feel Eddie's hand rest on your thigh, his fingers caressing you over your fishnets and striped shorts. You dare to steal a look at him, surprised to see he's facing forward as if nothing is happening. What is he up to? You wonder. You don't mind having his hand on you, it actually feels quite nice. You only hope Steve doesn't notice.

Steve looks at you a bit later, taking in how pretty you are. The low light from the movie screen highlights your features, he wants to tell you how he feels so badly. But he can't, not here. Not in front of Eddie. He leans forward a bit to get a look at the metalhead, gasping slightly when he sees Eddie smiling at him. Eddie waves with his free hand, wiggling his fingers as his tongue plays seductively at the edge of his lips. Steve's cheeks heat up, and his gaze drops to your lap, noticing Eddie's hand touching your thigh. Steve looks to you, gauging your reaction to Eddie's movements. He can't glean much in the dark, but your mouth is slightly agape and your chest rises and falls faster than usual.

You feel both of their eyes on you now as the movie begins. Eddie's hand sits still on your flesh, his fingers pressing into you gently. Another hand goes to your left thigh, Steve's this time. Your eyes flick to him, and he's grinning slyly at you. God, he's so cute when he's paying attention to you. His gaze shifts to Eddie again, and they make a nonverbal agreement. An agreement to do everything they can to drive you mad during the film.

For the first couple of scenes, their hands just play around on your thighs, stroking you innocently. Sometimes though, one or both of them temporarily migrate further up to your inner thigh. They squeeze the flesh roughly, and you hold back your noises. Once they notice your reaction, the hands go back to their original position. Your panties moisten little by little, pressure forming inside you. This is absolute torture. You've liked them both for so long, and this is how they reciprocate? The guys must be loving this, getting you all hot and bothered at the fucking movies.

When the opening notes of “The Time Warp” play, the boys let you go to stand up and dance. You're stuck in your seat, squeezing your thighs together to relieve the pressure a bit. Eddie notices, and tugs your arm to bring you to your feet. You nearly fall over into the person sitting ahead of you, but he catches you. "You doin' alright, darling?" He asks in your ear.

"What do you think?" You reply through gritted teeth. You can't help the frustrated tone in your voice. He just chuckles in response. You can't believe you have to sit through the hour or so left of the movie before being able to act on the urges boiling within you.

"Calm down, Y/N. It's time to dance." He playfully smacks your ass, and you bite your lip to hold back a yelp. Steve looks at you curiously, missing Eddie's antics. You shake your head, signaling that everything is fine. He shrugs, and the three of you do the Time Warp together. There's jumps to the left, steps to the right, and enough pelvic thrusting to make a hooker blush. You fall back into your seats as the Transylvanians onscreen collapse to the floor, signaling the end of their 'folk-dancing'.

You think the dance might have tired Steve and Eddie out, but you couldn't be more wrong. Steve slowly leans over to your neck, planting a kiss on your soft skin. You sigh lustfully, tilting your head to give him better access. Your eyes flutter shut, expecting more kisses to be placed on you. But Steve pulls away, chuckling darkly at how expectant you are for more of his touch. Your head snaps over to fix him with a glare. He acts innocent, facing the screen again.

Eddie takes a turn now, laying his hand back into your lap. Only this time, he travels between your legs. You instinctively spread them slightly, watching his long fingers ghost over your clothed cunt. You bite back a moan, gripping the arm rests for dear life. His touch ends just as quickly as it started, snatching his hand away and returning it to his own lap. You almost whine at the loss, your blood begins to boil in your veins. You're going to get them back for turning you on like this, and you know just how to do it.

You wait until the scenes with Brad and Janet in their separate bedrooms, before raising your left hand to Steve's chest. You lazily feel him up over his shirt, then slowly lower your hand down his chest, his stomach, until you're just about to reach his jeans. His eyes watch you intently, waiting for you to touch him where he needs it most. But you stop, taking your hand away. You repeat these steps with Eddie, managing to draw a small moan from him as you drag your fingers down his body. But once again, as his eyes burn into yours, you stop, denying him what he so desperately wants. You smile, satisfied with yourself.

A while later, during the floorshow, Steve turns your face with his finger to look at you. Your heart beats even faster, noticing how close your mouth is to his. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. You return the kiss, and he slips his tongue into your mouth with ease. You moan as quietly as you can, tangling your tongue with his. You want the kiss to go on for hours, but Steve breaks away quickly. Eddie's just about to make his own move, when you decide to strike back. You do something to end this once and for all until you three can be alone. Your hands go between their legs simultaneously, palming their cocks roughly through their clothes. They jerk forward in your grasp, trying to hold back loud moans.

"Jesus christ, Y/N. You play so fuckin' dirty." Eddie whisper-yells at you.

"Well then, behave yourselves until we can get the fuck out of here. Sound good?" You reply, grinning mischievously at them. They nod quickly in agreement, and you let their hardening dicks out of your grip. They stay true to their word, and you rush out of the theater as fast as you can once the credits finish rolling. You go out the back door, into the alley behind the theater. The boys follow close behind you, the door slamming shut as you step into the cold fall air. Your head feels light, overwhelmed by everything that took place inside.

You lean against the brick wall opposite the door you just walked out of. You dig your cigarettes from your purse, frantically putting one in your mouth and lighting it. Steve and Eddie just stare at you, standing back to give you space. They sense your nerves again, unsure what's gotten into all of you. "So...are we gonna talk about what happened in there?" Steve asks apprehensively, his hand awkwardly rubbing his neck.

"Sure, Stevie. Let's talk about the two of you trying to fuck me in the fucking movie theater. What the hell is wrong with you?" You chuckle wryly, inhaling from your cig with anger.

"Last I checked, you were having a pretty good time, princess. What are you so upset for?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, walking to stand next to you. You hand him a smoke, lighting it for him. "Thanks. Now what's your problem?" He asks, concern washing over his painted face. Steve stands on the other side of you, putting you between them again.

"I...I just like you, both of you, a lot. And I feel stupid, because now you're both into me and I can't choose who I like more." You exhale the smoke, looking down at your feet.

"Who says you have to choose?" Steve says, and your eyes widen at his words. You look at the two of them in disbelief. They can't possibly be serious, can they?

"Well, I just figured that's how things are supposed to work. And you don't mean to tell me you're both fine with this, do you?" They just grin at you.

"I mean...Steve's pretty cute too. I don't think it would be so bad, Y/N." He looks Steve up and down, licking his lips. You scoff, shaking your head.

"Oh, really? And let me guess, you also think Eddie's cute too, right?" You say sarcastically, glancing at Steve. He struggles to speak, his cheeks turning deep red in the light of the street lamp. "Oh my God, Steve! No, this can't be happening. Well, I've had dreams like this, but there's no way this is real." You laugh in pure shock. "Can someone pinch me, please?" They both pinch your ass, stinging your flesh. "You've got to be kidding me." The two of them laugh heartily at how worked up you are over the situation. "Well, I guess there's no way we'll get jealous then. Since we all apparently have the hots for each other." Your statement makes the guys laugh even harder. You can't help giggling, their laughter is contagious.

Once everyone manages to catch their breath, Eddie speaks. "Alright, let's take this back to my trailer, hm? Where it's a little more private?" You and Steve nod in agreement, tossing your cigarettes away carelessly. You walk back to the car quietly as you try to contain any further laughter. Over the course of the ride home, you can't help teasing each other to heat things up again. You don't go too far so Steve doesn't crash the car, but you can't resist rubbing his thigh while he drives. Eddie leans forward from the backseat to kiss your neck, marking you with makeup and hickies. You moan loudly as his teeth worry at your flesh, and Steve takes as many glances at the show as he can. Your eyes are shut, your head thrown back while Eddie keeps working you over.

The windows are fogging up from the heat you're giving off, luckily Steve pulls into the trailer park soon enough. You all leave the car as fast as you can, running up the stairs and into the trailer. The door slams shut, and your hungry eyes meet theirs. The two men lead you back to the couch, pushing you down onto it. They take their places on either side of you, immediately kissing each side of your neck again. You feel like you're being eaten alive, it's nothing like you've ever experienced before. You moan loudly, placing a hand on the backs of their heads. Your nails scratch their scalps, drawing aroused noises from them.

"Fuck, you have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this." You sigh blissfully, indulging in every bite and lick until they pull away. The three of you look at each other, unsure of where to go from here. You take the lead by taking off your jacket, tossing it to the floor. They copy you, Eddie's cape and Steve's windbreaker also being discarded. You pull Steve by the shirt collar to smash your lips on his, smudging your lipstick all over his mouth. Eddie's hands take hold of your legs, spreading them wide. One rests over his own lap, while the other goes over Steve's.

You let Steve go, turning quickly to Eddie. You kiss him just as hungrily, tangling your fingers in his hair. He moans as you tug on it, his hands grabbing your tits over your sequin top. Steve feels left out, and tugs Eddie away from you. "You're real sexy when you’re forceful, Stevie." Eddie smirks, waiting for Steve to make a move.

"Shut up, smartass." Steve presses his lips against Eddie's, moaning into his mouth. You watch them intensely, Eddie's still fondling your chest. Steve puts a hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy through your shorts. Lewd noises escape your lips as they continue to touch you, and you can't believe how hot the boys look when they kiss. Steve gently backs away, sitting in awe of what he just did. "Whoa, you're a really good kisser, Eddie." He says, totally dumbstruck.

"Shit, you're such a virgin sometimes." Eddie chuckles, taunting Steve again.

"Forgive me if my first time kissing a man rocks my world a little bit, asshole." Steve's face scrunches up in annoyance, and his arms cross over his chest.

"Oh, poor baby. How about we give Y/N a bit more attention, hm? I doubt she wants to watch us bicker all night." Eddie says, glancing at you. His eyes burn with lust, sending a chill up your spine. "Wanna move this to my room?" You nod silently, letting them take you by the hand to Eddie's room. Steve shuts the door, flicking the lock.

"Take off your clothes, Y/N." Steve says, looking you up and down. You're shocked at his sudden dominance, but also extremely turned on. You undo the velcro at the back of your top, exposing your breasts to them. Their eyes widen at the sight, you're flattered that they like what they're seeing. You bend down to undo your shoes, setting them aside. You slowly pull down your shorts, fishnets, and panties all at the same time. Their breathing hitches once you're completely bare to them.

"God, you're gorgeous. Better than I could have ever imagined." Eddie breathes out, stepping closer to you. You'd normally feel self-conscious like this, but these men are your friends. You're safe and secure with them, they'd never do anything to hurt you. You glance down at their lower halves, biting your lip when you see tents forming in their clothes. "You want to lay down for us, angel? Let us make you feel good." Eddie gazes deep into your eyes, almost hypnotizing you. He could ask you to walk into traffic and you'd probably do it.

You lay down on the bed, the soft pillow cushioning your head. Steve pulls his shirt over his shoulders, and you take in his form. He's lean, but slightly built. And just the right amount of hair peppers his chest. You bite your lip as you stare, eager to see more of him. Eddie quickly removes his heels, tossing them in the corner. He crawls onto the bed, eyes locked to yours. His lips spread into a wide smile, he's like a leopard waiting to pounce. You can't bring yourself to say anything, you're too busy memorizing the feral look that's blown out his pupils.

Eddie's leaning over you, his mouth centimeters away from yours. His breath fans against your face, you want him to make a move so desperately. He slips off his gloves, reaching a hand down to cup your face. He kisses you, biting your bottom lip roughly. You gasp, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. His hand goes down to your tits, massaging them roughly. You moan into his mouth, and his fingers tweak your nipple. You feel Steve's weight on the bed, his hands grip your thighs to spread your legs. He lays on his stomach to lick a stripe from your soaked entrance to your clit.

"Oh, fuck!" You break away from Eddie's lips, almost screaming at the new sensation. Eddie moves down to your chest, kissing and biting your tits until they're covered in purple marks. Steve continues licking your pussy, his motions tying a knot deep inside of you. He inserts two fingers, curling them to hit your sweet spot. "Jesus, Steve. You feel so good." You moan, wanting to grip his head with your hands. But Eddie senses your impulse, quickly restraining them above your head in his grasp.

"I love the sounds you make, Y/N. They're so fucking sexy." Eddie says, flicking his eyes up to yours before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as his tongue swirls around your flesh, heightening your senses. Your body is tingling, and your head is full of stars. The knot winds up tighter, building to your inevitable orgasm. They truly are making a meal out of you, using their tongues and teeth to bring you closer to the edge. Streams of curses and moans flow from your lips, and the boys drink them in ravenously.

Steve increases his speed, licking circles around your clit mercilessly as his digits pump in and out of you. "Oh God, don't stop! I'm gonna cum!" You cry out, your back arching off the bed. Eddie holds your body down with his free hand, crushing his lips onto yours as Steve continues to eat you out.

"You taste so good, Y/N. Be a good girl and cum for me." Steve says, before sucking on your clit harshly. You scream into Eddie's mouth as pleasure washes over you. Your legs shake, clamping down around Steve's head. Eddie keeps kissing you as you ride out your high, swallowing the moans from your bruised lips. A light sheen of sweat coats your skin, rapidly turning cold as your bliss subsides. Eddie pulls his mouth away, going to Steve at the end of the bed. They both stand, and you watch them remove the rest of their clothes.

You sit up on your elbows to get a better look. Their cocks bulge within their underwear, desperate to spring free. Steve assists Eddie in taking off his corset, and it falls from his shoulders to the floor. The rest of his costume slips down his hips and legs easily, crumpling into a pile at his feet. Your eyes widen as Eddie stands naked before you. His dick is unbearably hard, with precum dripping from its tip. He looks so beautiful, and overwhelming lust overtakes you. You practically spring off the bed, making contact with his body and slamming him against his bedroom door.

"Jesus, needy are we?" Eddie teases, though he's taken aback by your antics. You latch onto his neck, and his eyes roll shut as he moans your name. Your hand grips his cock firmly, stroking up and down on it real slow. "Fuck, Y/N." He sighs, grasping your hair as you mark him as yours. While you and Eddie are distracted, Steve sheds his pants and boxers, coming up behind you to sandwich you between them. Steve's hand grabs your ass, and his lips meet your shoulders. You moan against Eddie's neck when Steve snakes his hand between your legs to finger you again.

"So wet again already? You're such a dirty slut, Y/N." Steve says lowly in your ear, wetting your pussy even further. Juices drip from your cunt onto the floor, and you're so wound up again already. Steve maneuvers himself around you to kiss Eddie again, shoving his tongue into his mouth roughly. Eddie bites it playfully, and Steve groans. Eddie's hand reaches to grip Steve's cock, making him shudder at the sudden contact. The three of you keep up this way for what seems like hours. You feel another orgasm approaching, picking up your speed in stroking Eddie's length. This in turn makes Eddie jerk Steve off faster, and Steve drills his fingers into you at an inhuman pace. Moans and wet noises fill the room, the whole thing is so debauched.

The three of you are breathing heavily, sweat slicking your bodies. You all helplessly call out names and curses, stealing as many kisses as you can. You wildly chase each other's highs, competing to push one another over the edge. You cum at the same time, moaning loudly in unison. You grip Eddie's shoulder, soaking Steve's fingers as your walls pulsate. Eddie releases on your hand and stomach, the air knocks out of his lungs as his eyes screw shut. Steve cums into Eddie's fist, some of it spilling onto your ass. "Fuck." Steve mutters as his high subsides.

Your legs feel like jelly, and you're covered in sweat and cum. You should be tired out by now, but you just want more. You stand sideways between Eddie and Steve, glancing at them seductively as your hands play around on their chests. They just stare back at you wordlessly, panting as their heartbeats slow down. "You guys up for another round?" You ask, biting your lip. You're worried they'll say no, what you just experienced was pretty intense. But who are they to deny your insatiable appetite? They smile widely, nodding in agreement. "Good. Now, one of you lay down, and the other can stand at the end of the bed. Sound good?"

"I'll do anything you ask, baby." Eddie chuckles, kissing your cheek before taking his place on the bed. Steve stands at the end, and you carefully place yourself between them. You drop down on your elbows, your face just above Eddie's cock. He's already hard again, smirking knowingly at what you're about to do. You arch your back like a cat, your ass in the air. Steve grips your hips roughly, rubbing his length along your slick folds. You let out a soft whimper, waiting to feel his cock inside you. You lock eyes with Eddie, and his length twitches at your fucked out expression. "Stop teasing her, Stevie. She's been such a good girl for us. Give her what she wants." He stares into Steve's eyes, commanding him to please you. He glances at you again, winking. You almost giggle, but the sound is stolen from you as Steve thrusts himself into you. "Good boy, Harrington." You hear Steve moan at the praise, and he pulls slowly out of you before slamming back in.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out, feeling your g spot being hit perfectly with each thrust. Steve repeats the action, slow pull-out and then pounding into you again.

"You're so beautiful like this, Y/N. I could watch you all night, listening to your pretty noises. You mind helping me out here?" Eddie says, eyes flicking to his dick. You blush, embarrassed about forgetting about him. "It's okay, princess. Just take me in your mouth like the good girl you are." His words combined with Steve's movements inside you are enough to drive you mad. You take him in your hand again, stroking teasingly. You lick from the base to the tip, and he gasps. You grin, before sinking your mouth all the way down onto him. "Fuck, Y/N. You take me so well." He moans out, gripping the back of your head to keep you deep on him. You gag as you blow him, swirling your tongue around his length as you move.

"Shit, you're so wet and tight for me. So fucking good." Steve pants, driving himself into you, slowly increasing his pace. The boys watch each other's faces, taking in every change of expression and drip of sweat that runs down their skin. Steve smacks your ass, making you gag harder on Eddie. It takes everything in you to keep sucking on him, the feeling of Steve fucking you into next week overwhelms your brain. You focus on the slapping of skin, and the garbled sounds your throat makes.

"I'm getting close, Steve. You wanna switch?" Eddie asks, eager to feel how hot and slick your cunt is for himself. Steve nods, pulling out of you slowly. You whine at the loss, Eddie's cock falling from your lips. "Turn around Y/N, hands and knees." Eddie says frantically, helping you up. You immediately take Steve into your mouth, drawing a strangled groan from him. Eddie quickly slides into you, hitting your spot even harder than Steve managed to. His hands dig into your waist, and he drives into you mercilessly. Steve thrusts his cock down your throat, making your eyes water. Everything feels so good, and your skin is on fire.

"You think you can kiss me and keep going like this, Eds?" Steve asks curiously.

Eddie chuckles, clearly loving the idea. "You're my kind of man, Stevie. I'm not sure it'll work, but we can sure as hell try." They both push even deeper into you as they lean their torsos forward. You moan against Steve's length, and your arousal drips around Eddie and onto the bed. You hear their lips meet, smacking loudly. God, they're both so fucking hot. You wish you could keep this up all night, but you're already feeling waves of pleasure washing over you to signal your oncoming release.

The three of you manage to maintain this position, savoring every sensation and sound that you produce. Wave after wave crashes over you, threatening to take you under. You're so close to cumming, it almost hurts. Tears run uncontrollably down your cheeks, and you can feel the men tensing up inside your holes as their releases draw nearer. They break away from their kiss, wanting to make each other come undone. "I'm so close, be a good little slut and swallow my cum, Y/N." Steve says, shoving himself into your mouth roughly.

"I feel how close you are, angel. Cum with us." Eddie rubs vicious circles around your clit, shoving you off the edge and into the brewing hurricane. You choke out what would be a moan if it weren't for Steve being lodged so far into your throat. His release pours into you, and you swallow every last drop.

"Shit, such a good girl for me." Steve groans, gripping your hair to hold you down onto him. Your whole body trembles as a powerful orgasm rolls over you. Your cunt strangles Eddie's dick, making him groan loudly. He cums deep into you, thrusting sloppily.

His movements prolong your pleasure, causing more fluid to rush out of you. "Oh, God, Y/N!" Eddie yells, watching your arousal spill from you. It drips down his thighs, making a mess on the mattress. "Jesus christ." He says, in awe of you.

"Damn, wish I could've experienced that." Steve states, pulling himself out of your mouth. You gasp in deep breaths, wiping drool from your mouth. Your head falls onto the bed, and you wait for the spots in your vision to clear.

"Maybe next time, Steve." You reply, surprised by how strong your orgasm was. You'd never experienced one like that before, but you can't help wanting to replicate it in the future. Your pussy is still pulsing around Eddie, making it difficult for him to pull out.

"Jesus, it's like you don't want to let me go, Y/N." He quips, slowly working his way out of your glistening cunt.

"I don't. But I suppose we have to get cleaned up, hm? I doubt we want to be sticky forever." You say lazily, savoring every last movement he makes inside you before finally freeing himself. Your mixed release flows from your hole, and Eddie can't resist gathering some on his fingers. You're still sparking from your orgasm, so you flinch at his touch.

"Relax, sweetheart." He coos, stroking your back to calm you. He tastes the cum first, moaning at how sweet it is. He goes back for more, this time bringing his fingers to your lips. "Open." You do as he asks and suck then clean, amazed at how good it tastes. He goes back one final time, moving to the other side of the bed. You sit up to watch as Eddie puts his fingers into Steve's mouth. Your jaw drops open at the sight, watching Steve's eyes roll back in his head as he tastes you on his tongue.

"We're fucking disgusting, aren't we?" You blurt out. They both look at you, laughing at your statement.

"That may be, darling. But would we really have it any other way?" Eddie retorts, making you giggle. All of you take turns showering, washing away the stench of sex and lust from your bodies. Eddie takes the old sheet from the bed, replacing it so you don't have to sleep on a wet spot. You locate your underwear, and hand the boys their boxers. You don't bother asking for a shirt to borrow, you figure the bed will be warm enough if you snuggle up against the two men.

They climb under the covers, beckoning you to them. You flick off the bedroom light, hopping over to lay between them. You spend another hour or so exchanging languid kisses, doing what you can to fight off exhaustion. But you can only keep your eyes open for so long, sleep calls to you with its siren song. "I love you guys." You sigh, settling in the cuddle sandwich as your eyes drift closed.

"I love you both, too." Steve says quietly, holding you from behind. He kisses the back of your neck softly.

"And I also love the two of you." Eddie whispers, gripping your arms as they're slung around his middle. You nuzzle his back, making cute, sleepy noises.

This arrangement of yours is definitely an odd one, but for you it feels perfect and right. You'll have to hide it from anyone you don't trust, they'd never understand. But that doesn't matter, as long as you have each other.

To be continued…

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munsonsprincess11111 · 1 year ago

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The visit

Eddie munson x Henderson!reader

Summary: Suzie comes to visit Dustin which some how wraps you and eddie into the mix.

Laying peacefully in bed. Your head on eddies chest. Naked under the sheets. Skin touching. His arm around you as you lay at his side. Your arms wrapped around his slender waist. The clock reading 1:43 pm. What more could you want? Nothing could ruin the moment. Until...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

On your bedroom door

"We're back with Suzie come say hi don't be rude." Dustin shouts from the other side of the door waking eddie. Then his running footsteps could be heard. Eddie groans rubbing his eyes. You sit up in bed kissing Eddie sweetly. As you pull away he attempts to chase your lips. But gives up throwing himself into the pillows.

"Morning baby." You say stretching before getting up looking for you pyjamas.

"Afternoon more like." Eddie says glancing at the clock. You both slip your pyjamas back on. Eddie hugs you for a moment and sways holding you. "Common let's go meet Dustins not so imaginary girlfriend." Eddie says kissing your head.

He opens the door for you and you both exit. Walking to the living room eddies arm over your shoulders keeping you close to his side. Dustin hears you before he sees you.

"Finally. Suzie this is y/n. Y/n this is... Why is Eddie here?" Dustin completly trails off starring at Eddie.

"Cause he's my boyfriend n it was late. Hi Suzie I'm Dustins sister nice to meet you." You say stretching nearly accidentally hitting Eddie from how close he was stood next to you. You rub his arm in apology.

"Nice to meet you y/n." Suzie smiles giving you a small wave.

"And this is Eddie you know my D&D club leader I told you about." Dustin gestures to Eddie.

"Oh yes Dustin has told me lots about you." She smiles at eddie.

"Nice to uh meet you." Eddie says still half asleep.

Dustin shows Suzie around the small house and you and Eddie head to the kitchen. You sit in the side as he puts the kettle on making you, your mum and himself a coffee as he refuses to let you do it when he's over due to you burning yourself once. "Your so good to me." You say as Eddie steps between yours legs. He burries his face in your neck arms going to your waist.

Dustin and Suzie walk into the kitchen and Eddie untangles himself from you going back to the coffee task. "Did you seriously only just wake up?" Dustin asked sitting at the small table with Suzie next to him.

"Yes n if it was up to me n not your loud mouth we would still be asleep." Eddie complains half for getting Suzie there. But not enough to not make her and Dustin hot coco. "Here." He slides them a cross the table to the too

"Why won't you let y/n do it?" Dustin askes

"Cause I burnt myself once n he won't get over it." You mumble sipping your coffee as Eddie takes your mum hers rolling his eyes. "He can't say I don't try he's just a drama queen."

"First I'm dungeon master it's my thing. Second I'm not being responsible for if u burn yourself again you was a baby last Time." Eddie says kissing your cheek.

"Hey Eddie..." Dustin askes. Eddie turns so he's stood between your legs with his back to you looking at Dustin arms crossed over his chest. Your arm that isn't holding coffee goes around him. "What?" He answers simply.

"Do you wanna I dunno would you mind taking me and Suzie to the arcade I wanna introduce her to Mike will and Lucas... And then back here..." Dustin askes hastily.

"Only if y/n comes so I'm not a total taxi driver." He answers leaning fully back into you. "I'll come." You say sipping your coffee.

"Well there's your answer." Eddie says. You lean a cross and put your mug in the sink. Both your arms going around his neck. His hands to your legs and and slide to his back. "To my bedroom. I gotta get dressed." You say as Eddie walks out the kitchen with you in his back.

"I hope were like them two one day. They seem so happy, and in love and they act like it's just them two in the world." Suzie says smiling at Dustin sipping her drink.

"Once you get to know them more you'll realise were more like them then you think trust me." Dustin says finally holding her hand. Which she blushes and smiles at.

In your room Eddie throws you on to the bed. Jumping in you as you giggle. "Where the black Lacey top and the black leather mini skirt. I'll give you my leather jacket to go with it." Eddie says kissing you.

"Why?" You giggle.

"Cause you look hot in that outfit and I'm going to willingly give you my jacket." He says rolling off of you to find some of the clothes you'd stolen.

You both get dressed and enter the living room.

"Let's go kiddos." Eddie says signalling for the door. Suzie and Dustin walk out hand in hand smiling. Eddie glanced you up and down. "God I love you in that jacket." Eddie says playfully throwing his head back.

"Mmm and I love you in just the demim over vest really shows yours tattoos." You say walking over to him.

"I love you."

"I love you most."

"Come in Romeo's gonna start shouting at Me if I don't hurry." Eddie says gesturing the door for you. As you close the door and look around you see Dustin and Suzie kissing and then pulling away. Eddie takes your hand and walks down to the van.

"Hey babe?" He says opening the sliding door for the two. "Yeah? " you answer as he slams the side door and them opens yours. Which you happily jump into.

"Remember when we was that awkward?" Eddie whispers and giggles.

"Yeah I remember when you first kissed me and you went as red as a tomato and started stuttering." You laugh putting a hand on his cheek.

"Shhh don't tell them." Eddie says kissing you then closing the door.

He gets in the drivers side and starts the van.

"Red as a tomato huh?" Dustin says to Eddie from the back of the van.

"Shut it Henderson or I'll tell the whole club how awkward that kiss you two just shared there was." Eddie half threatens to which Dustin takes his hands.

"Rights let's go." Eddie pulls out of your driveway and rests a hand on your thigh as he drives to the arcade. Dustin and Suzie are talking and blushing. You can't help but remember when it was you and Eddie sat in the back of the van talking, blushing and giggling and you smile, happy that Dustins found what he never thought he would find.

You look over to Eddie to see him with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. One hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He glances over at you and smiles. "Love you." He says as he blows the smoke out the window.

"Love you more." You say taking his hand in yours.

"Love you most." He smirks kissing your hand with a loud 'mwah' sound.

"Huh you bitch." You say smirking kissing his stubbly cheek.

"You love it." He smirks

A/n: WOULD ANYONE LIKE A PART 2 CAUSE IDK.

#eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things #dustins sister #dustin henderson

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jaebeomsbitch · 2 years ago

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Cherry Lips (E.M)

Pt II: in progress

Summary: Your childhood best friend steps up when your baby daddy skips town. Eddie had been with you through all stages of life, what's helping you through motherhood? Or Eddie Munson sucks out a clogged milk duct when you're in pain and eventually you finally sleep together

Pairing: Bestfriend! Eddie x Single Mom! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Titty sucking

A/N: Inspired by a reddit thread that I currently cannot find. Will update with link when I do. Smut next chapter!

You were knocked up by some stranger, a piece of shit who ran away as soon as you told him your one night stand ended in this, in the sweet baby girl. Luckily for you, your best friend Eddie was there every step of the way. He held you while you cried holding the pee stick, fuck he drove you to get it. He took you to every appointment, you eventually got tired of correcting the nurses that he wasn’t the father.

You’d known Eddie for a long time. You were stuck at the hip since fifth grade, you can’t really pinpoint the day you became friends it just kind of happened. Your parents suspected he was your boyfriend, he was met with raised eyebrows when you first introduced him to your parents. After months of seeing you interact they grew maybe less suspicious or more like there was some unrequited love there. He looked at you like you were the sun in the sky and the waves in the ocean. You’d never really noticed or maybe you ignored it and Eddie was always too much of a coward to bring it up. Eventually the time passed where it became too awkward for him to say something…Say it, say anything really. You were friends for too long for him to finally come out with it so, he repressed those feelings.

He slept around but never had a real girlfriend. Not that he didn’t want it, who doesn't want to have a partner? Who doesn't want to be beloved? His heart ached every time he saw you. Anytime he tried to date they didn’t want you around. They were always suspicious of you, of the way you touched him, the way you laughed around him but most importantly the way he looked at you.

He held your hand as you gave birth to her, he yelled at your grip like the drama queen he is. His bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, his mouth nervously spilling out words. What words? Mostly gibberish with a bit of praise about how well you were doing. You couldn’t really internalize whatever the fuck was going on. You just wanted the pain to end, whoever said childbirth was a miracle… it was a miracle anyone fucking did it. But this was your cross to bear, you wanted nothing more to be a mother even if it meant this. If it meant you needed stitches to hold you together, even if you felt bloated, and you didn't sleep most nights.

Eddie was a godsend, he didn’t need to step up. He was your best friend not the father, the father was somewhere in florida fucking anything with a hole, probably fucking up some other girls life. But Eddie was here, he practically moved in when you found out you were pregnant. He started working overtime and put a downpayment on a house. Eddie… your Eddie the guy who promised to leave Hawkins and never return to this shitty town took on a thirty year mortgage. He refused your money when you wanted to pay rent, said he needed to move out of Wayne’s a long time ago. He didn’t know you were secretly putting money into the principal loan every month as rent.

He was there and you didn’t know how to feel about it. You loved him for as long as you could remember. A deep rooted seed of love in your heart was planted there since the first day you met him. Since that awkward, too loud, lanky boy bumped into you in the hallway. Your heart ached, it was agonizing. Maybe if you were a different person, if you weren’t so afraid of commitment things would be different. Maybe if you weren’t a coward this would be his baby. A part of you knew though, knew that he saw your beautiful baby as his. You saw it in the way he held her after she was born, the way his dimples adorned his face as he cooed at her, and the way he loaded her in the car checking the seatbelt eight times to make sure she was secure.

He’d wake up in the middle of the night and change her when you were too tired. He’d come home tired and hold her to give you a break. You can still remember the day you built the nursery. He went with you to the supply store to help pick out the paint, his hand on your back as you argued about which color to paint the walls. The guy working the paint station looked at you both with a bored expression. It all felt too domestic, it felt normal. You couldn’t pinpoint why but you could pinpoint that dull throb in your heart when he mockingly told you wanted to paint the walls with piss because you wanted yellow. Eventually you both decided on white, Eddie got his way. He’d read in a manual that white was productive for babies… How? You didn’t fucking know but you couldn’t argue with him when he looked at you with those big chocolate eyes and pulled you around the store gently, his hand never leaving the small of your back.

Every night a piece of you feels broken… more like something is missing. Like there’s a tug in your heart and it leads eight feet to the wall on your right. To those ugly gray sheets and black comforter. You pad around the kitchen as she sleeps. You try and make yourself some quick dinner before she wakes up for her meal. There’s a throb in your breast, they feel tender and swollen, something that isn’t unusual but something feels wrong. They ache and feel tight, just as you turn off the stove and grasp the counter Eddie walks in.

“Honey I’m home~~” He sing songs quietly.

“Eds” You whisper harshly trying not to crumple into a heap as you grip your tender breast. You can hear the thuds of his work boots stomping towards you.

“What’s wrong?” He says in a panicked voice watching your head hung down in pain.

“I- I don’t know. It hurts” You say, trying not to cry. You couldn’t freak out right now.

“Where, where does it hurt sweetheart?” He whispers, eyes wide and full of anxiety. His hands reach for you, touching you all over trying to find the source as you gasp for air. The sharp pains in your breast only getting worse.

“My breast hurt s’bad” You silently cry, your knuckles turning white as you grip the counter harder.

“Woah,” He says, holding you as you sway, the pain becoming increasingly unbearable like a water balloon about to pop.

“We have to go to the hospital, somethings not right Eds” You say looking up at him, your nails digging into his forearm.

“Your breast hurts? I- I read something in the manual about this” He says hurriedly, watching as you tremble.

“I think I can make it better. I think you've got a clogged milk duct. Fuck sweetheart, okay. I- I have to suck on your nipple,” He says, holding you closer to him bearing your weight.

“W-what?” You ask, maybe you just hallucinated that.

“Yes, women have their husbands suck the blockage out all the time. Trust me, It’ll make you feel better and if it doesn't work we’re rushing towards the hospital” He almost pleads as he watches your face scrunch up with pain.

“Okay, j-just do it” You say, the pain increases more and more. You let of your breast as he lifts you onto the counter, one of his hands on your waist and the other quickly bringing your shirt down. He was used to seeing your breasts because you liked to breast feed but this was different. You can’t even think about it because his lips are engulfing your nipple and he's sucking hard. Your hand comes up to tangle in his hair, holding him in place. The pain hurts so bad, it feels like it's shooting into your skin but also like it could pop like an overinflated balloon. Groans leave your mouth, your fingers pulling at his scalp as he continues to suck on your nipple. Small tears leave the corner of your eyes squeezed shut.

Finally a floodgate opens and the pain starts to slowly subside. The feeling of his lips around your breast becomes a little more apparent, you blink your eyes open as he pops off your breast.

“Did it work?” He asks, his lips covered in saliva as some of your breast milk dribbles out.

“Thank you,” You say, voice cracking as you feel the pain fading away. Your hands not leaving his hair. You become acutely aware of the way his thumb is comfortingly brushing your waist.

“It’s okay, you’re alright now,” He says softly, wiping the tears away. He looks down for a second before covering you back up. You stay there for a second, his hips slotted in between your legs, your fingers in his hair, and his thumb dragging across your waist. Eventually you let go of his hair, maybe you realized the position you’re in. Eddie clears his throat, stepping back from you, “You okay? We can still go to the hospital and get you checked out” He says, those big puppy eyes looking at you with concern.

“I’m okay now, thank you for… uhm doing that” You say, your cheeks painted with a blush as you feel your blood run up towards your cheeks.

“No problem. Just let me know if you feel it again and I’ll help, okay? Don’t feel embarrassed” He gives you a small smile. Without you asking he helps you off the counter, his strong hands holding your hips as he places you down on the floor. He says something about needing a shower as he leaves to his room, stopping by to check up on the baby.

You stay frozen, your knees weak at your interaction. Eddie was so effortlessly sweet, he’d spent months reading every baby manual he could find in the library. Anytime he was out of town he’d pick up a new one trying to find every tip and trick to help you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to return to make dinner. Your thoughts full of Eddie, of the grip he had on you. How would his calloused fingers feel on your skin? How would his tongue feel against your sensitive nipples when you weren’t in pain? Fuck, no don’t imagine your best friend like this. He wasn’t your anything, he was just helping.

You have dinner with Eddie, he tells you about all the new work gossip like nothing ever happened thirty minutes ago. Not that anything did happen, it wasn’t like he fucked you on that counter. No matter how many times you’ve imagined it before, especially the night he brought you here the first time… You were getting sidetracked again. You can’t help but notice the crinkles in his eyes as he laughs about something that happened at the shop or the way his hands move wildly as he tries to speak quietly. That is until there's a cry in the nursery, without taking a second glance at you he paces towards the room scooping up your daughter. You walk into the room watching as he rocks her “Shhh shhh, I’m right here honey. It’s okay” He soothes.

“I think the little munchkin is hungry,” he coos in a baby voice turning towards you. You walk closer to them and grab her, she’s already suckling on the fabric of your shirt before you can pull it down.

“Wow, we got an eager girl” Eddie laughs. We. You chuckle pulling down your shirt and adjusting her so she can latch on. Eddie looks away, “Need company?” He asks as you sit down on your nursing chair, he hands you a pillow to rest your arms on.

“No it’s okay you’re probably tired. Get some rest” You say looking up at him.

“But I haven’t seen my little pumpkin all day,” he pouts, fingers wiggling towards her.

“Eds really, you don’t have to. You had a long day at work,” You say feeling guilty for relying on him so much. He waves his hand pulling up a seat and sitting down.

“I want to hang out,” He says, yawning. You can see how tired he is, the way he’s already started trying to blink the sleep away but Eddie is stubborn. He sits there watching you both for a second but his eyelids get heavier and heavier until he falls asleep in the chair. You try to nudge him awake but he doesn’t wake. It isn’t until she’s finished eating and you've burped her that you are able to stand and wake him up. Your hand gentle on his shoulder as you shake him.

“Eds, Eddie, time for bed,” You say softly. He groans, slowly cracking his eyes open, you caress his face, “Time for bed.” He nods his head, standing up at a snail's pace. He puts a kiss on her forehead and then yours before he stumbles into his room and crashes onto his bed. You stand there stunned, Eddie was affectionate sure but he’d never kissed your forehead. He was sleep deprived, that’s all that it was. Guilt gnaws at you, knowing he’s so tired because of you. Because his heart is too big and he’ll do everything in his power to help you even when he doesn’t have to.

You spend some time getting her to settle down and fall asleep again before you leave the room. Your hand hesitates over the phone. It was late, like really late but you needed to tell someone how you felt. God, maybe you needed a therapist. Your fingers work over the buttons, you press the receiver to your ear as it rings, it doesn't click until almost the last ring.

“Hello?” A sleepy voice says.

“Robin, fuck sorry for calling so late,” You whisper.

“No, it’s alright. I haven’t heard from you in a week. I was starting to get worried, "she says.

“Rob… something fucking weird happened today,” You say, your heart pounding in your chest as you keep glancing over to his bedroom.

“Oh my god is she okay? Do you want me to drive over there? I’m getting my bag,” She says frantically.

“Robin, she’s completely healthy. Calm down,” You say in a hushed tone.

“Oh thank God,” She breathes out. “What happened?” she asks curious as to why you’re calling her almost near midnight. You always called on her during the day.

“Today… I guess I had a clogged milk duct and I didn’t know but that shit hurt like a mother fucker a-and…God this is so embarrassing,” You groan as silently as you can, not that Eddie could hear, he’s a very heavy sleeper except when it came to your baby’s cries.

“Oh my god, this sounds juicy. Spill it out, bitch,” She says.

“Eddie sucked on it until it got unclogged” You whispered hurriedly.

“WHAT,” Robin yells over the receiver.

“Shh- shut the fuck up you’re gonna blow my ear drum out,” You say biting your nail. Your eyes keep flicking towards his bedroom like you're doing something you’re not supposed to.

“Holy shit give me the play by play… Actually–. God I just know this is one of your depraved fantasies,” She laughs loudly.

“Hardy har, I should give you a comedian of the year award. But… He literally pulled me onto the counter, whipped it out and started sucking like it was a normal thing to do. I was in so much pain I didn’t have time to freak out but I’m kind of freaking the fuck out,” You whisper.

“I do deserve an award. So you’re telling me he manhandled you and helped you… Girl that sounds like your wet dream. Weren't you always talking about–” Robin says.

“Shut the fuck up, this is serious! He acted normal when we had dinner but like… I mean he sucked my titty. Is that not supposed to be weird? Like it’s weird right?” You start pacing the kitchen.

“Or are you making it weird? I think you’re overthinking it. Unless there's something else isn’t there? You like him, I mean everyone in fucking Hawkins thinks he’s your baby daddy anyway. What happened… Oh my god did you like it you dirty dog?” She gasps.

“Yes, fine okay I sort of liked it and there was this moment,” You hush hurriedly.

“A moment?” Robin is intrigued

“He didn't move after he helped. He was rubbing my hip until he knew I was okay, he asked me like forty times, and then he pulled me off the counter. Fuck and then he did the thing” You groan.

“The thing?”

“He fucking went after the baby as soon as she started crying like it was out of instinct. Fuck Rob… I’m in too deep,” You sigh.

“You wanna hear my opinion?” Robin says, you hum in response.

“He’s had a massive fucking crush on you since like forever ago. Everyone can see it, he looks at you like you're the next coming of Jesus Christ,” She says

“No he doesn’t,” You immediately deflect.

“Are you actually serious? He fucking bought a house for you. Eddie Munson, the guy who despises Hawkins, bought a house… for you. He comes home and takes care of your baby, he spends his days off with you two. When was the last time he’s even had a fling? Fucking two years ago? That man is in love with you, you’re just in denial and he’s just a coward,” She rips into you.

“But what if he isn’t Rob? What if I tell him and he- he doesn't feel the same? I couldn’t live here anymore, fuck I couldn’t even look at him. I- I don’t know I’m just so fucking scared of losing him….” You feel the tears in your eyes spring forward.

“Hey, hey no one is holding a gun to your head and forcing you to tell him but I’m glad you finally admitted it. I just want you to know that I’m a thousand percent sure he’s fucking more than head over heels for you. He’s like stupidly in love with you… You could have the dream life. The white picket fence, the husband, you know the whole shebang if you just told him.” She sighs.

“I don’t know Rob. I need him in my life, I can’t fuck this up. He’s like the sun and I’m just some shitty little weed that’ll wilt and die if he’s gone,” You say, trying to get rid of the tightness in your throat.

“Hey you are not a fucking weed. You are a fucking Magnolia, this huge tree full of love and life. Don’t sell yourself short or I will drive the ten hours there and personally kick your ass,” She scolds.

“How does one impersonally kick someone's ass?” You laugh. Robin always knew how to make you feel better.

“Don’t change the subject. Now you have to confess your sins. Since when did you start liking him?” She asks like you’re still in high school.

“Ugh you’re annoying. Uhh… I don’t know I think I always did but it became like a thing in sixth grade. We were at this stupid party, I don’t know why my parents let me go. It was just like a bunch of tweens jacked up on soda playing spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven and I had to kiss some random guy. I kept wishing, praying, hoping it landed on him and it kind of clicked. God and he was so fucking weird looking back then too. Like his arms were too long for his torso,” You laugh.

“Oh? You’ve been holding out. Now I gotta see some photos of you two back then,” Robin laughs imagining how Eddie looked back then.

“I was worse, I was going through a weird bangs combed over phase and I had these big chunky glasses. Ugh I don’t even want to think about it,” You groan. Then there's a cry in the nursery, “Shit I gotta go. I’ll talk to you tom- today and you can catch me up on your date. Alright byeeee,” You rush. You hear a faint “Bye” as you put the phone on the hook and walk back towards the nursery.

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