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mystra-midnight · 2 months ago

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i’d like to order a caramel macchiatooo!

how do you think rockstar!eddie would react to you suggesting an ffm threesome…except he gets to sit back and watch?

Thank you so much for sending in an order, sweet nonnie, and I hope you enjoy your tasty drink! ily <3 <3

Just a little fyi, I'm basing this off rockstar!eddie from 'Call Me Little Sunshine' even though I haven’t released the next part yet, I hope that’s okay. I also got a little carried away, but sorry not sorry. <3 <3

Boy, oh boy, let me tell you.

You being the one to suggest a threesome leaves him floored; basically speechless, but damn if he isn't so turned on by the idea!

His sweet girl who can hardly look him in the eye when he's flirting and telling you how pretty you are.

His sweet girl who was a virgin until a few months ago.

If you suggested inviting some gangbanger or roadie in, he might not be interested; he's possessive, after all.

But if it was with someone you both knew? Maybe Chrissy or Robin? He would be all over that, like bees to honey.

Everyone probably assumes he'd be an eager beaver, maybe dominating and controlling the moment. He thought that about himself, to be fair.

Except.

When it actually happens, he is just entranced.

He'd just watch the two of you kiss, the way your lips move so slowly, so softly, so fucking sinfully. The way you sigh into her mouth and the way she swallows the sound.

It's different from how you are with him.

With him, sure, you're soft, submissive to his dominance and the possessiveness he exudes, giving him all your firsts like a good girl.

But with her, you're soft in a different way, so pliant, and it's so fucking intense seeing her kiss you that he just watches and listens to those pretty sighs spilling from your lips.

Eddie would be in the corner of the room or at the end of the bed with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, grunting softly. He'd be so fucking hard: his cock would be aching as much as his heart.

"Fuck, baby", he'd groan when you cum for the first time, thighs shaking, chest heaving. It would be the hottest thing he's ever seen, and he could only imagine how wet you are now, and maybe he's just a little envious and a little jealous.

And when it’s your turn to be in control? His sweet girl who hadn’t even touched a cock before him, let alone a pussy? You bet he’d be there to help you.

You’d look at him with those wide eyes, so fucking eager but so unsure.

So he’d tell you what to do.

“Kiss her neck, baby, that’s it, she likes that.” He’d tell you, fisting his cock faster as you moved down her neck, watching as you kissed between the valley of her tits, leaving her skin shining in the low lights of the bedroom.

You’d close your lips around one of her nipples, and she’d arch into you, and you’d hear Eddie groan from across the room because fuck if you aren’t the hottest he’s ever seen you. Nervous and skittish, but coming out of your shell and into your element.

There would be a line of spit connecting her nipple to your lips as you switched breasts, giving the other one the same treatment until both stood hard and erect.

“Touch her,” Eddie would encourage softly, not wanting to pull you out of the moment but so desperate to see more. And like a good fucking girl, you’d oblige.

Your hand moving between your bodies, fingertips moving between her pussy lips, coming away wet and shiny because she’s just as turned on as you, just as turned on as him.

He wouldn’t have to tell you to put them in your mouth; you know what he likes. You’d lick them clean, moaning the entire time, never once breaking eye contact with him from across the room.

And when you finally, fucking finally, moved down her body, you’d find her dripping. You would be pleasantly smug about how Eddie had nothing to say. He’d be caught up in the moment, transfixed by the way you nibbled on her inner thighs before moving to the apex of her.

You’d give her exactly what she’d given you — one of the best orgasms of her life.

Two fingers in her tight hole, your tongue on her clit, fucking her, stretching her, all the while, he’d be groaning from across the room until he came with a guttural groan.

But the second time it happens? The third? You can bet your bottom dollar he's doing more than watching.

He'd be like a druggie, addicted to the soft and sweet way you are with her, but how you crave his touch, his taste, him, even when she's got her head between your legs, lapping your arousal from your pussy with gentle licks.

He'd love everything about it, but he'd have to remind you, and her, who you belong to.

So he'd put you on your knees, his body shadowed over yours, nose at your cheek as you go down on her.

Eddie would be rocking his hips in a lazy rhythm, barely easing out of your pussy before surging into you; the control gets him off, the way he overwhelms you until he consumes your thoughts.

And each time you stop to moan, the other woman momentarily forgotten, he'd lean down to growl in your ear, his voice condescending and mocking, but fuck if that doesn't just make you squeeze his cock like a desperate whore.

"Keep going", he'd say, fingers threading in your hair so he could push your face between her legs again and press your mouth against her wet slit. And he wouldn't let you escape, would hold you there. "You're the one who doesn't want to share my cock, sweetness. You gotta make her feel good too."

And even though you'd whine, you know it's true. The thought of him fucking her instead of you is distressing, so you work her over with your mouth, your tongue, and your fingers while he consumes every piece of your innocence.

So you'd do what you're told because you're his good girl.

And he’d reward you by snapping his hips against your ass, skin-hitting skin, a repeated slap, slap, slap.

You would be boneless. Your eyes would be glossy, cock-drunk, and fucked out. You’d have no words, nothing else to give him except needy whimpering as you eat her out, fingering her, lapping the juice from her pussy like it was ambrosia, the drink of the gods.

Eddie would love every fucking second of it.

Every thrust of his cock would make a pornographic sound because you’d be so fucking wet. Every swipe of your tongue would make her sing. It would be filthy, and indecent, and so fucking hot.

And when you're all finished, worn out, sweaty and exhausted, he’d already be thinking about the next time.

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year ago

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So, had an idea for a fic. Ranted about it. Never gonna write it. Had a breakdown. Made a moodboard. Here ya go. 👍🏻

Mob Son Steve!

Who's father wishes he was better at it. His heart is too big.

And retired Mob Man wayne, raising Eddie. The mob family he belonged too was wiped out, Eddie's dad was leader, but he got everyone killed pretty much, so Wayne took Eddie and never looked back. Moved to a new city and opened a mechanic garage. Eddie fixes cars like he was born to. He takes after Wayne so maybe he was. And of course, Steve is sentimental about his car, his mom left it to him in her will. But it's old. Breaks down a lot. So he takes it to Munson's Garage. And meets Eddie.

Mob Boy Steve is still a bit of an asshole. But it fades fast, especially once he really starts talking to Eddie. And then mentions him to Robin one day and she's like,

"who's this now what's ahppening???"

Because Steve's face is a goddamn open book and he looks... mushy!

His assholishness is his shield. Because if he isn't an asshole, and hardened, the other guys would tear him apart. But can you imagine, his combed back hair and nice suits.

And Eddie is ALWAYS a mess. And Steve literally just wants Eddie to fucking grab him and ruin all his nice clothes and just make HIM a mess too. And like, it's only partly sexual, this grabbing, he just wants to be able to touch Eddie. And to be able to be dirty and not perfect and put together all the time.

Maybe Nancy works the front desk for the Munsons on weekends and Robin comes in with Steve once cuz she's with him when the car breaks down and her and Nancy meet and Wayne comes back from lunch to see Nancy and Robin all smiley at each other, and Eddie is fucking smiling at the ground and tucking some hair behind his ear as Steve laughs at something he'd said and Wayne's just like,

".... am I running some kind of fucking mob dating garage?" To himself of course, but what the fuck???? Why are there multiple Mob Babies in his shop??? Flirting with his NON mob babies!!!

~°~

Lets say he's definitely still a big ol flirt in this. But Robin always knows when he's flirting for info, and to be formal, and to like.. please his father and "the family" and when he's flirting for real. Cuz he's quiet and sweet when he's being real. And he gets just as flustered as who he's flirting with. And Robin has never seen him more flustered than when he's talking to Eddie.

And Eddie, bless his little anti social, awkward self, genuinely, for the most part, has no idea Steve is flirting with him. He just think he's interested in how Eddie is fixing his car. Thinks maybe he's trying to learn a little bit at least, so he can try and keep her together on his own.

And THAT makes Eddie a little flustered, because most people just want their shit done so they can leave. But Eddie thinks he wants to learn so he tells him stuff. About his car, and then also about cars in general. He's a fountain of car facts and Steve, bless his heart, drinks them up like he's fucking desperate to drown.

And he actually does retain a lot of the info, does actually get a bit interested in the work after he fixes a breakdown on his own once, the radiator needed water and Eddie showed him how to so that on his own in case it happened again cuz Eddie didn't have the part to fix it right then. Had to order it. But Steve remembered, and got it fixed and made it home on his own. And the grease on his hands made him feel like he actually did something of value.

So he listens more closely when Eddie talks after that, always leaning into his space cuz he does have trouble hearing. He loses a lot of fights. But you have to fight where he's from or you just get killed. So he leans close, both he and Eddie getting flustered by the closeness, but he likes it there, next to Eddie.

Because Eddie explains things, looks at Steve, and if he seems confused still, he'll explain it a different way. He'd done that 4 times one day for Steve. He'd been tired, and unfocused, and just a little lost. And Eddie just kept talking until it clicked, and Steve's eyes lit up, and he waved his hands all excited and was like,

"oh oh ok! It's like when- yeah yeah yeah!!"

And Eddie gave him this huge beautiful smile as he nodded and moved on. And Steve was... not used to that. He wasn't used to anyone smiling after he got all excited like that either, but he tried not to think about THAT too much. He was already much too red in the face from Eddie's smile to be thinking about that.

Anyway. Like we said, Wayne would definitely try to keep them apart at first. Intercepting when Steve came by. Grabbing the keys from Eddie and meeting Steve out front when his car was done.

But one day, Steve shows up covered in blood. His own blood, his face all bruised and battered like someone had used him as a punching bag. He shouldn't have been driving, probably, but he'd made it. Wayne and Eddie had watched his car roll slowly into the lot, watched it stop. Wayne's arm out in front of Eddie stopping him as he tired to move toward the door, a small smile on his lips.

And then Steve opened the door, pulled himself out of the car, and almost fell into the dirt. Eddie was around Wayne in a second, breathing out a worried,

"Steve." as he shoved through the door.

He catches Steve easily, and Steve just leans into his chest, lets Eddie hold him there. Eddie almost crying trying to ask him what happened. Steve just mumbles,

"You should see the other guy." and gives a bloody smile before he sways on his feet, his eyes rolling back.

Eddie has him half way to the door when Wayne slides under Steve's other arm, helping Eddie get him inside, into the back building, which is technically their house. Eddie guides them to the bed in the living room, they set him down gently. Wayne watches Eddie push Steve's blood stained hair off his face, tears slowly dripping down his cheeks as he looks at Steve, and heads for the door. Eddie's on his feet next to him in a second.

"Don't hurt the car. It was his mom's. She's... she's gone." Eddie whispers it.

But those words tell Wayne the parts of the story he was missing. When you're in the business Steve's in, a dead mother isn't something you talk about with just anyone. It's also in that moment he realizes he's maybe not as good at keeping tabs on Eddie as he thought he was. He just gives Eddie's shoulder a squeeze and says,

"I won't hurt it. But we can't leave it out front. If anyone's after him they'll know he's here soon as they see it. I'll take it to the back lot. Move some stuff in front it. Cover it up". Eddie nods enthusiastically and Wayne nods back, once, before he gets to work.

He comes back to find Steve sitting up, his back agaisnt the wall, his jacket and waistcoat in a pile on the floor. Eddie's between his knees wiping at the blood on his face. Grimacing in unison with Steve everytime he hits a sore spot. He's got a bowl next to him on the floor, full of water. The water is red now. Wayne leans down, takes the bowl, and then gently takes the rag from Eddie's shaking hands.

"Lemme change this. Get a new rag. You sit with him. Make sure he doesn't fall alseep." Eddie's on the cot next to Steve immediately. His hand in his hair again, Steve turns slowly to look at Eddie, his lips a small smile though the two splits in them have to be stinging.

"Are you okay?" Eddie manages to not sound too choked up, his fingers reaching for Steve's face and then pulling back multiple times. Steve huffs a laugh and grabs Eddie's hand, drops them both to his thigh as he nods once.

"I will be. Sorry for makin a mess in your place." His voice is strained, from one of his many injuries, Wayne sets a new bowl of water in Eddie's lap as he says it, and Eddie's not sure which of them he's talking to, maybe both. Wayne dismisses him with a wave, tells Eddie he's gonna go back out front and watch the shop. Steve manages to mumble something about Robin before he sags into Eddie's side again. Wayne nods, says,

"I'll keep an eye out for her."

She shows up with Nancy when she arrives for her shift, both of them looking nervous. Her and Nancy both force themselves to stay calm as they walk to the back, both of them running as soon as their out of sight of the front window.

They find Eddie still sitting on the cot, Steve's head is in his lap now. He's awake, but just staring across the room. Eddie's fingers are in his hair. Robin hugs Eddie the best she can, thanking him for taking care of Steve. Eddie can tell she wants to hug Steve too, but doesn't know where to touch him. She settles down by his legs, Nancy squeezing in next to her. And they all just stay with him.

He stays there for a while.

Once Wayne finds out what happened, Steve tells them when he's back up on his feet. His father basically gave up on him ever being part of the family, "the right way". And had sent his little lapdog Billy to "deal with him"

Robin had shown up just in time. Done something dumb to distracte everyone, like set a fire. And her and Steve had both bolted. Going in different directions to lessen the chance of being caught. Robin had run to Nancy. Steve to Eddie.

They're a little predictable, Wayne thinks, but then again, he's not sure either of them have anyone else besides each other. And no one shows up to get Steve. So he thinks they're probably okay. For awhile. But he does know one thing.

If anyone lays their hands on that boy again, they'll have to deal with Wayne. And Wayne's got a past so drenched in blood it turns his stomach to think about. And he'd put it behind him. Raised up a good boy, for his sister. But he's got another boy now, and two girls as well, and he'd be damned if anyone was gonna hurt them. He watches Eddie and Steve making lunch, just pb&j's for everyone, but they're laughing, and bumping into each other and Wayne watches his boys and thinks, just fucking let them 'em try.

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apomaro-mellow · 8 months ago

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Hot for Teacher(s) 7

Part 6 / AO3 Link

Steve didn’t answer for a couple of days. He had to think on Eddie’s question. What did he want the alpha to be for him and his pup? Steve wished the answer could’ve been easy. Either (a) he wanted someone casual to fool around with or (b) a committed alpha to help him raise his child. Whatever they had right now was way more than just casual. Steve had done plenty of one night stands to attest to that.

Eddie was more than just a quick hook up. They actually talked to each other. But at the same time, Steve didn’t know if he was ready to dive headfirst into a relationship again. It wasn’t just about what he wanted but also about what Shawn needed. Steve knew Eddie was nothing like Billy, not even a little bit. But Billy wasn’t even like himself half the time. And things just got worse as their relationship progressed. What if Eddie changed too?

He thought about how he and Shawn were doing just fine with only the two of them. Three if you counted Robin and of course Steve did. They didn’t need anyone else in the picture. They didn’t need Eddie.

But Steve wanted him. So, so badly. And Robin was always telling him not to get lost in his identity as a dad. Still, thinking about Billy was like being blocked from imagining a happy ending with someone new.

Looking back on it, his and Billy’s first meeting was like a preview of things to come. When they met during senior year, Billy had cornered him against a locker, knocked their shoulders together, and by the end of the week they were fucking in the back of his Camarro. It had been intense. Everything with Billy was. But he hadn’t been built for a relationship. Not a real one. Not one where they communicated and tried to better themselves.

Steve knew about Billy’s problems at home. But he had foolishly thought that once they graduated and moved away from their parents, Billy would have space to change. He never did. Never tried. He’d apologize for saying hurtful things, for pushing Steve around, or forgetting things. It was all just words.

He’d been grateful when the pregnancy had Billy soften up just a bit. It gave him hope that this would be where things turned around. Billy would be around more, finally bond with him, and be the alpha Steve knew he could be for both his mate and future pup. That hope was short-lived in the long run. Steve wanted a happy family and it was sad to say, but Billy didn’t know how to be happy. And eventually, Steve realized he couldn’t help him the way he needed.

The first time they fought in front of Shawn, sweet, innocent, baby Shawn, Steve knew this wouldn’t last. Hearing his pup cry because his parents were viciously yelling at each other, everything clicked for Steve. What he said next, he never would have said when they were eighteen. But it was true then and it was true now.

“You’re just like your father!”

It was a few more years of this horrible song and dance that they did when the last straw broke the camel’s back. Shawn was four now and Steve hated that he knew to hide up in his room whenever Billy came home smelling bitter. It reminded him too much of his own childhood and Billy’s too. They hadn’t broken the cycle, they just continued it.

One night during dinner it started and even though Steve told Shawn to go up to his room, Shawn only walked as far as outside the kitchen. When the fighting ramped up, he stood between them, trying to push Billy away with his tiny arms.

“Leave him alone! You’re always mean to Daddy! Why can’t you be nice?!”, Shawn cried at the top of his lungs, eyes wet with tears.

That made Billy pause. He was still for a long time. Then he grabbed his keys and walked out the door. Maybe Billy went through a revelation. Steve wasn’t sure. But Billy had gotten too close in hurting his baby. Steve couldn’t let him near anymore. Thankfully, Billy didn’t put up too much of a fight for once. He had a friend come by and get their things. And the one saving grace was that since they weren’t mated, no paperwork had to be filled out for divorce or custody.

All things considered, it was the cleanest break Steve could have asked for. And Shawn starting kindergarten was perfect timing to distract him from all of that. They’d had two years of bliss. Was it really worth it to try with Eddie and risk all that?

He picked up Shawn from school, thinking he should talk to Eddie in person. But he saw the alpha talking with another parent and it just didn’t seem like the right time. Steve knew it was hard for him to switch from teacher mode to regular Steve. Discussing their relationship on school grounds wasn’t appropriate.

He had half his mind on when to speak to Eddie and the other half on Shawn’s story of the day. Apparently Yasmin told Mindy she was annoying and they weren’t friends anymore. A big story.

“Sounds like the class dynamics are changing”, Steve said.

“No, they played together during recess”, Shawn said. “Mr. Munson made them both apologize.”

“Wait, why did Mindy need to apologize?”

“She called Yasmin a dummy crybaby.”

It was times like these that Steve was glad he taught middle school. It wasn’t always peachy keen but at least he didn’t have to take care of the emotional roller coaster that was teaching small children. They got home and Steve couldn’t put it off any longer. He texted Eddie and asked if he was free tomorrow.

Eddie said that he was and Steve planted the seed of Shawn going to the neighborhood’s playground after school tomorrow. Shawn did, walking the two blocks over from their house to play after a very lengthy talk about stranger danger. Shawn knew all about it, but especially knew not to go with anyone who said they were from his sire’s family either. Shawn vaguely recalled having an aunt on that side of his family, but that was it.

While Shawn was breaking his monkey bar record, he was none the wiser to his teacher driving up to his house. Steve welcomed Eddie inside and they got settled in on the couch.

“So, you thought about my question?”, Eddie broke the ice.

Steve nodded. “I did.”

Eddie chewed on his lip as he waited for Steve to continue, but the other man just sat there, looking out into the distance through the window. Eddie knew the playground was in that direction. Knew he was thinking about Shawn. And while he’d never pressure him into anything, the suspense was killing him.

“And?”, he pressed a little.

Steve’s head whipped toward him. “And…I need you to know that any misgivings I had weren’t about you but about, well, you know my past.”

Eddie nodded. He reached out and grabbed Steve’s hand, then brought it to his lips. “I’d never treat you like that. You or Shawn.”

“I know. You’re not a risk, Eddie.” Steve wouldn’t be gambling with him. What you saw was what you got. “I wanna be yours. And I want you to be mine.”

“That can be arranged”, Eddie smiled, then leaned in to scent Steve. It was like a stronger version of what Shawn’s scent was. It was straight from the source and he loved it. He felt Steve stroke his hair which pulled a rumble from him.

Steve bared more of his neck as Eddie’s scenting turned to chaste pecks up and down the column of his throat. Then to wet, open mouthed kisses that left Steve’s knees feeling weak. His fingers tightened a little in Eddie’s hair and pulled him closer as he fell back on the couch. But then Steve’s parenting ears heard laughing coming up the sidewalk and then feet bounding to the door and he quickly pushed Eddie away and popped his collar to hide at least some of the marks that were sure to be there.

“Dad! Guess what! I did the monkey bars in like ten seconds!”

“That’s wonderful”, Steve praised as Shawn came deeper into the house.

Shawn’s energy paused when he saw his teacher sitting on the couch with his dad. “Am I…in trouble…?”

Eddie was about to immediately assuage his fears and say no, but Steve spoke up first.

“That depends. Is there anything you wanna tell me before Mr. Munson does?”

Shawn looked between the two of them, clearly considering his options. “I gave Brian some of my lunch but he really, really wanted to try it and he’s my friend.”

“Well, you know we’re not supposed to share without the teacher knowing”, Steve said. “Brian could have an allergy.”

“Also, Brian’s mom packs him a three course meal for lunch everyday”, Eddie added. “That kid doesn’t need bites off your plate.”

“Okay. So I’m not in trouble?”

“No, in fact, Mr. Munson and I have something to tell you.”

Eddie hoped his smile looked endearing and not at all creepy because he knew that would be his first thought if a teacher dated one of his parents. Shawn was probably going to have his world rocked and Eddie hoped him being a kind of cool teacher would soften the blow just a bit.

“.....You’re dating Mr. Munson? Does this mean no more homework?”

Steve smiled and shook his head. “If anything, it could mean more homework because he’ll be around you more often.”

Shawn’s jaw dropped. “What!?”

“Lucky for you, I’m not that cruel”, Eddie beamed. “And when I’m off duty, you can just call me Mr. Eddie.”

Shawn’s face scrunched up for a moment and Steve would’ve given anything to know what he was thinking. Was he thinking of Billy? Was he trying to imagine Eddie as a father figure? Was he wondering if Steve loved him less.

“Does this mean I get extra recess?”

“Only if you can get me some of your dad’s homemade cookies”, Eddie said in a conspiratorial tone.

Steve rolled his eyes. Maybe he was worried for nothing. Maybe for once, everything would be fine. He had to hope, right?

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livingintheupsidedown · 2 years ago

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why didn’t you call???

Steve Harrington x Reader

[1.2k] - Steve forgets to call you.

Warnings - feeling neglected, steve being a bit of an ass without meaning to, just all round kinda sad i guess?

A/N - i heard this song for the first time the other night and was inspired to write! this is completely based on the song “why didn’t you call???” by Saint Harison, lyrics have been used as a reference and are marked in bold. set in season 4 although the timeline may not be accurate.

You’d had a pretty stressful week, work was kicking your ass. It had been non-stop, every time you thought you’d get a break another customer would come in with a stupid question, another rude remark. Your manager didn’t like you, which you already knew, but they were especially cruel recently. Picking up on any slight mistake and making you stay late to do things you could have easily done the next day when you just wanted to go home and see your boyfriend. All you needed was to hear his voice, maybe rant to him about your week and have him rant back. The last time you saw him was when you stopped by his work on your day off.

The bell above the door announced your arrival, although Steve already knew you’d be coming, as you stepped through the threshold. You had a love-hate relationship with Family Video. You loved the colours the place had, it gave it a cosy feeling that you adored and obviously the ability to rent out movies was always useful. You hated it for stealing your boyfriend from you.

You found him behind the counter, along with Robin, Max and Dustin. You didn’t know the kids would be here, but you didn’t mind. You weren’t as close as Steve was to them but you adored them nonetheless.

You worked your way around the store to the counter to hear them all muttering softly to each other, you peered around Dustin’s head to ask, “Who’s Rick Lipton?”

Four heads simultaneously whipped around at the sound of your voice, all wide-eyed and mouth’s parted. You raised an eyebrow in response, clearly taken aback by their expressions.

“No one!” Three of them shouted at you while Steve stared, no words leaving his mouth while he clearly tried to find something to say. He’d learnt pretty early on that he can’t lie to you, often he finds he just has to keep his mouth shut.

“Steve come on we gotta go,” Dustin announced while picking up all his things and already making his way back around the front of the counter. Max followed while Robin hesitated slightly, momentarily thinking if they can leave one person to run the store. However, Steve didn’t move.

He knew this meant he wouldn’t be spending his lunch break with you and he’d probably miss date night on Friday, which he really hoped he wouldn’t, depending on how things with Eddie went. But he also couldn’t tell you the truth, couldn’t get you involved, couldn’t lose you.

“Now, Steve!” Max shouted which seemed to spur him into action.

He grabbed his keys before turning to you, “Baby, i’m really sorry and i’ll explain everything later.” He placed a kiss against the swell of your cheek. “I’ll call you, i promise!” He left you there, stunned, as both employees ran out of the store.

And now here you were, by the phone, still waiting for that same call.

“Why didn't you call?

Are you away?

Are you okay?

I'm sat by the phone..”

You rested on the floor in your hallway, leaning against the wall. The phone sat in its holder on the wall as you willed it to ring. The soft pitter-patter of the rain outside kept you grounded as you tried to make sense of the situation. You hadn’t seen or heard from Steve in 3 days when he left you standing confused in the video store before Keith came out and insisted on staff only behind the counter.

You couldn’t help but quietly chuckle to yourself, you imagined you looked pitiful right now. The radio playing softly in the background, candles lit as his dinner sat cold on the table while you ate yours where you were, although you seemed to have greatly lost your appetite. Popcorn and movies upon the coffee table, along with his favourite sweets you’d gone out and got specifically for him.

Fresh sheets fitted on your bed, the extra blankets you use folded and put away because you knew Steve ran hot, a pair of his sweatpants and old Hawkins High t-shirt sat washed and dried for him to change into.

Now you wondered if you even should have bothered.

“Did you get into a car crash? …

God forbid, did somebody die?

There's just no way I slipped your mind”

Steve never missed date night. Unsurprisingly, it was his idea in the first place, and without much convincing, you agreed to do it once a week. “It’ll keep things interesting,” he’d said “and besides, it means i have an excuse to buy you flowers every week.” As you replayed the memory you turned to the kitchen, last week’s flowers sat wilting in a vase on the window sill. Your heart cracked at the sight, knowing you wouldn’t be getting a replacement pair anytime soon.

Your worry has definitely started to set in by now. Was something wrong? Did he need your help? Where the fuck was he?

Maybe he’s stranded, you thought, broke down and he’s trying to find a way back. That seemed reasonable enough, if he had to walk to your house he’s expected to be a few hours late. Although… Hawkins is considerably small.

Maybe he crashed the car, you keep trying to reason with yourself, maybe he was driving back and someone crashed into him. But as his parents are hardly around you’re his next of kin, if he was hurt and in the hospital, you would’ve heard by now.

Things just weren’t making sense.

“And you might be asleep

Dreaming of me

I know I'm just guessing”

Steve was exhausted. As soon as one problem began to solve itself another one started. He could feel himself slowly losing it, “barely sleeping for 72 hours will do that to a man,” he thought to himself.

And now, as Lucas agreed to stay awake with Max he could finally shut his eyes, could switch off even if it was just for an hour. His mind wandered to you and to how he felt bad the second he left you, guilt had been settled in his stomach for the past three days.

He thought about how he hadn’t had a chance to call you, how he’d definitely missed date night by now and how he felt like an awful boyfriend. He’d give anything to be wrapped up with you in bed, light snores softly filling the room while he admired you.

He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, to whisper sweet nothings and promises of what's to come into your ear.

He wanted to feel your hands roaming under his shirt, foreheads touching and lips pressed together while the sound of heavy breaths fill the room.

He wanted you to tell him that he’s doing the right thing, that this will work and everything’s going to be okay.

The kids needed him right now, but he needed you.

“This isn't like you

There's just no way I slipped your mind”

After accepting the call wasn’t coming you went back into the kitchen, pouring the leftovers into a container although you know it probably won't get eaten.

Steve wasn’t forgetful. In fact, he may be the most organised person you know. How could he just forget about a date night?

“This is ridiculous,” you wondered aloud as your throat started to burn and tears filled your eyes. You realised it wasn’t the date night that he’d forgotten about, it was you.

Steve had forgotten about you.

“Why didn't you call?”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years ago

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Based of this idea I had.

Imagine the reader getting continually distracted by Steve being shirtless and Eddie being all like...

😑😒 and those big brown eyes are all sad and he's just a pouty, jealous, baby boy

Most importantly he does not die in this.

Warnings; Jealous Eddie, he's a pouty, grumpy baby boy. Teeny tiny bit angst, Clueless reader, mutual pining. Fluff.

If you enjoyed this then please consider giving it a reblog. It is very much appreciated 😘

I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

💖💖

You would think that being in the Upside Down for the first time would be the thing that she focused on most but it wasn't.

Instead, that accolade went to Steve who was shirtless and covered in demo bat at bites.

She really shouldn't look but she couldn't tear her eyes away.

When did he get so hairy? it was a good look on him it's just since last year when they met she never noticed it.

Maybe because at that time they were fighting for their lives at Starcourt and this time they... were still fighting for their lives but now he was all shirtless and being distracting.

Eddie was beside her, she could smell his Old Spice aftershave and instinctively stepped closed to him but notices his jaw is tight and he has the cutest pout on his face and big sad eyes.

What happened? Some small part of her told her that he noticed she was looking at Steve and a thrill goes through her. Was he jealous?

Something about him drew her in and they spent a lot of time together because Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were in Hellfire and she would take over picking them up on Friday if Steve was working.

She had started to fall for him but had no idea if he felt the same.

He looked so adorable and grumpy all she wants to do at this precise moment is kiss him.

The ground started to rumble bringing her out of her reverie. Steve grabs hold of Nancy and Robin.

The impact of the ground shaking knocks her off her feet and into Eddie who captures her in his arms as they both hit the ground.

His arms are tight around her waist and she peers up at him - at those gorgeous doe eyes and has the urge to kiss him.

Eddie's eyes widen slightly then darken with something that makes her ache deep down in her core.

Robin clears her throat smirking at them and Eddie helps her up.

She thanks him then turns away her heart racing as she focuses on Nancy who is working out a plan.

Steve's chest is also still very distracting and she sneaks a glance at him.

Suddenly Eddie's denim vest flies toward Steve hitting him on his chest, it knocks him back a few steps.

Eddie's eyes are flashing and he looks very angry.

"For your modesty dude," he stalks away as they begin their walk to the Wheeler's house, and her stomach fills with butterflies at his reaction to her and Steve.

Maybe things weren't as hopeless as she thought on the feelings front?

💞

It had been exactly four days since Vecna was defeated and the upside down was closed for good.

Four days since the demo bat attack almost claimed Eddie's life when he had put himself in danger to distract the bats from getting to Nancy, Robin, and Steve while they lit Vecna's Grinch-looking ass up.

Jim Hopper was back, which was a surprise to a lot of us because we assumed he died in the explosion last summer, El promised she would tell us the full story once Hopper told her.

Since he was back and reinstated as chief of police he had cleared all the false charges against Eddie for the murders that Vecna caused.

Even for a town as strange as Hawkins, it would be hard to explain that a monster called Vecna who was once a human called Henry Creel and supposedly dead- now very dead) was the culprit.

Eddie brings her out of her thoughts as he settles beside her. He's just out of the hospital but is still very sore.

"Jesus h Christ what a fucking week" he groans and she nods.

"I know, will be nice to have some peace and with the Upside Down closed thankfully none of us has to take that trip again"

He huffs.

"I'm sure there were some things that were interesting to you" he grumbles and she stares at him for a second.

"What?" did he mean her looking at Steve?

"Steve has a distracting chest, I get why you like him, he's a good guy, handsome, good with chicks, you dig the bush on his chest," he says and he looks so cute and pouty that she sighs.

"You're a butthead, Eddie Munson" she replies, how can he not see it's him she likes? Sure Steve is handsome and she was distracted by him but she liked Eddie.

"You wanna know my type?" he perks up and looks at her intrigued.

"Steve..." she shakes her head and sighs then lets all the feelings she has pent up out in the open.

"Not Steve, no. I like a hot metalhead who has the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. Who's kind and sweet and so fucking handsome and I adore him. Who I've been falling for and never thought he liked me"

He looks stunned for a second then moves closer to her and kisses her.

"Never thought I like you? Now who's the butthead" he smirks and she rolls her eyes but is still beaming.

"I adore you, princess. That's why I was so jealous" he presses a light kiss to her nose then back to her lips and she wraps her arms around him feeling like she is home- that being in his arms is the best feeling in the world.

#jealous eddie #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fix it fic #eddie munson angst

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nburkhardt · 2 years ago

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hello, i'm antoinette! you can call me toni :)

welcome to my blog, there's a lot and probably even more to come. i write here and there. this is the one stop for it all, it's a little organized with short descriptions with each link. i also tag everything with #nburkhardt writes. i have a permanent tag list if you would like to be added let me know!

enjoy the fics!

💐 multiple part fics

Desperate Prayers of a Cursed Man (on hiatus) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6 short description: Steve has issues with being called asshole. Eddie's the one to save him.

Someone You Loved (on hiatus) Part 1, Part 2, short description: Post-Break Up, Steve trends on tiktok with his song about Eddie.

Lower the Noise (Won't Be Putting My Heart On Display) Part 1 & Part 2 short description: Steve realizes he's in love with Eddie.

Wanna Share a Last Name? part 1 & part 2 short description: Steve has a plan, Eddie's a little slow. Wayne has the brain cell.

Goodbye is a Second Chance Part 1, Part 2 short description: Modern Day, A video ends up on trending under the name "TheHair" (posted as snippets)

Does The Ghost Know? (on hiatus) Part 1 short description: Steve thinks Eddie's ghost is apart of his imagination, but is he really?

Touch-Starved Steve part 1, part 2, part 3 (coming soon) short description: Touch is something precious. Steve doesn't get it until Eddie barrels his way in.

Somebody Loves You, You Got A Friend Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (coming soon) short description: a/b/o teenage parents steddie! takes place in season 2 (focus on steddie, slice of life fic!)

Love Is... part 2 (coming soon) short description: Love is something not to play with. (its an angst feast, be warned!)

Of Scissors and Wild Curls Part 1 & Part 2 (coming soon) short description: Eddie's bad hair day leads to Steve's hair salon. (Meet-Cute, modern setting)

The Pokemon AU Dustin's Journey, Egg Exchange short description: A series of fics in the world of pokemon (world build, Steddie)

The Rockstar, The Baker & Baby. original idea, slice of life, short description: Both Steve & Eddie are famous, in their own ways. They're also mates, the world doesn't know that.

Pray For The Ground to Swallow Me Whole part 2 (coming soon) short description: Joyce doesn't like Steve, she tells him and leads to a breakdown

Alone for the Holidays ..... Not Exactly. short description: With winter comes holidays, with that Steve is alone. That is until his platonic soulmate calls in a favor with one metalhead. (PLEASE note: the "not exactly" links to the second part)

🌷 one shots

Valentine's Day Fic short description: Eddie loves and hates that he says 'I love you' on Valentine's Day, that's it.

Started as a Joke short description: Steddie called each other boyfriends before dating.

Really, Him? (Mike Wheeler character study) short description: Mike learning about himself and hating that he has a crush on Steve.

Street Fair Dates (Buckingham) short description: Robin gets ditched by Steddie at a fair, buys a plush frog and rambles her way into a date with Chrissy.

Tattooed Steve bonus snippet the start of it short description: He forgot to mention his tattoos, will add more eventually

Short fic: Robin's a babysitter. short description: She babysits Steddie's daughters, thats it.

March 27th, 1986 short description: Eddie Munson has opinions on the date March 27th

Be Your Alibi short description: They had plans to tell everyone, but then Eddie's wanted for murder and really the only way to save your boyfriend is to be his alibi.

Super Angsty Steve short description: Steve's reaction to Eddie saying he doesn't like him. super angsty with very little comfort lol

Oh Sugar, Sugar, I Love You short description: Steve is an overly affectionate lightweight. A silly and fluffy relationship reveal.

Steve's Birthday short description: His birthday rolls around and all he wants is to relax.

Somewhere Along the Bitterness short description: Major character death, angst/no comfort. Steve as Vecna's victim

Meet-Weird short description: its a silly fic with no real plot, steddie!

Of Insomnia and Nightmares short description: It's not the first time Steve looks for him. It’s an unfortunate side effect from nearly dying; insomnia and nightmares.

Feels Like the World's Gonna End (But I'll Get You Through) short description: Steve has a panic attack on the fourth of july, Eddie helps him and they cuddle ❤️

Fluffy established Steddie short description: a short and silly, steddie being deeply in love and silly ❤️

Dancing in the Rain short description: Eddie has a secret love for dancing in the rain

How did this happen? (angsty) short description: This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to be fine. *has a happy ending

Sappy Boys (fluffy) short description: It's in the title, seriously its just very sappy and sweet.

Steddie first kiss scenario short description: At Eddie’s trailer, they’re high as fuck and Max witnesses.

A chaotic Steve short description: Steve decides to wear a shirt and causes everyone to question him (its a relationship reveal!)

The Hoodie Mistake short description: Eddie's late to practice and the guys learn of his relationship with Steve

Jeff helped Steddie get together short description: Jeff asks Eddie a question and spiels down until he and Steve get together.

Backpacks short description: Relationship Reveal featuring Steve being a little shit and backpacks.

Realizations and Maturing short description: Steve's words burn at Nancy, months after Vecna's gone. She learns a few things along the way. (Steddie with Nancy pov)

RWRB inspired short desciption: Eddie disappears on Steve, Steve chases him down (angsty with a happy ending)

Finally Safe & Happy short description: Dustin sees Steve for the first time while he's not on edge.

Single Soon (a famous AU) short description: Chrissy Cunningham is back with a new single! (Buckingham with implied Steddie)

5 Random words fic short description: Someone is stealing from the Capital, Eddie finds out who. Steve has no choice but to steal.

Scoops Troop Time short description: Dustin's finding the the perfect time to line their schedules up for Scoops Troop time.

Hellfire Club or Steve Harrington's fan Club? short description: It started as a dnd club and somewhere along the way it became a little bit more. Eddie also somehow manages to land himself on a date with Steve.

Cuddles short description: Robin is tired of Steve pouting. While all Steve wants to do is cuddle maybe with Eddie.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” short description: Steve doubts if Eddie wants him around, Wayne tells him otherwise

Booping Noses short description: Steve is a very affectionate while high.

Pretty Boys short description: The plan is ruined in seconds just because a pretty boy looks at him.

Giggles in the Morning short description: Slice of life, Steve falling in love all over again with Eddie. (omegaverse, mpreg)

Sweet Morning short description: Steve wants to stay in bed with Eddie

True Love's Kiss short description: Dustin flipped Steve's life upside down, but that wasn't the biggest surprise of his life.

🌺 headcanons | ideas

The Grimm AU short description: Steve doesn't know he's a grimm until a relative shows up with a mysterious trailer. (will eventually continue)

What if Gareth is Robin's step-brother? Part 1, Part 2 short description: AU where Gareth is Robin's step-brother and friends with Steve before steddie happens. Not quite one shots. Maybe eventually will expand on these.

HC: Steve has family short description: Steve is close to his mom & her side of the family

HC: Steve's brain is something else short description: Words are hard for Steve.

HC: Steve gets shovel talks short description: not quite a fic, more rambling of my take on shovel talks

HC: Mike notices Steve pull away short description: Out of everyone to notice Steve pulling away, its Mike Wheeler. (might turn this into something, not sure yet)

What if? Steve has a good relationship with his parents short description: After Vecna, everyone learns of the kind of relationship Steve has with his parents (will eventually expand this!)

An Idea: Omega Steve. short description: an a/b/o idea of Steve wanting to be a parent. Anyone can use it!

An Idea/HC: Mike confronts Nancy short description: Nancy tries to give Steve a shovel talk, Mike's not having it. Anyone can use!

Imagine: Eddie finding the rings short description: a very quick little thing inspired by a pair of rings

Steve's Stuck short description: i projected on steve, He feels stuck in life.

Silenced short description: Its a projection! Steve grew up not allowed opinions or talking back.

Steve and Robin's Quiet Time short description: Steve's favorite pastime is coloring

Eddie gets quiet short description: A projection on our fave boy. When he's overwhelmed, he shuts down.

Steve goes to the park short description: growing up, Steve wasn't allowed to play like the other little kids.

Disneyland Meet-cute short description: Steve's a disneyland VIP who escorts Corroded Coffin around. (an idea that anyone could use!)

Love Language is Food short description: Home Chef Eddie Munson gets on Triple G, Professional Chef Steve Harrington is the host. (very short)

Personal Space short description: Steve's family life. Based off my life with my nieces

Fall Date short description: Steddie's first date is in fall. short & sweet.

Imagine: Steve & Dustin on The Amazing Race short description: It's a fic idea of a henderfam duo on a reality show

Falling in the Cruelest Way short description: Steve tries not to fall for Eddie. Eddie leaves Hawkins behind. (angsty)

Super Powers Sometimes Aren't Great short description: Steve has a deathly touch, he meets Eddie; who can't die.

Anastasia AU short description: Imagine Eddie as Anastasia with Steve as Dimitri.

Claudia's boys short description: it didn't take Claudia to adopt Steve

*updates whenever i post something new or update

#steddie #nburkhardt writes

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lunamadhatter99 · 2 years ago

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Be My Queen

Part 2

SteveHarrington x Hopper!femreader x EddieMunson

Sorry I'm late, I had some trouble finding both the time and the inspiration to write it.

This one is a little shorter than usual because I want the next one completely about baiting Vecna.

Anyway, I hope you guys like it, let me know also if you want to be tagged in the next chapter ❤️❤️

Chapter summary: the team gets ready to face probably the worst they've ever faced, what better timing to confess some feelings?

Chapter warning: none I think... if I missed something let me know.

Tag list

@once-upon-an-imagine

@munsonology

@cutepumpkin4

@summerbrooksblog

@iheartmyguitars

@trickylittlewitch

@eddiesguitarskills

@justheretoreadleavemealone

We finally arrive in this open field and I can take a break from all those creepy thoughts.

We split into small groups, Dustin and Eddie are tasked in making shields, Erica and Lucas in making spears, Max helps Nancy and I with the shotgun, , Robin and Steve making "bombs".

Nancy wanted to be as sure as possible with the aiming so we're cutting the end of the shotgun.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Max asks me.

"Positive" I nod and before she could say anything back "it's safer for you this way"

"She is right, Max" Nancy supports me "I really wish she wasn't, I really wish there would be another way... but this is the safest option"

"I'm just scared, okay?" Max admits.

I sigh and so does Nancy. Just like the others Max quickly became like a sister, the exact moment we met, she was family.

Seeing her so distraught and uncertain makes my heart clench.

"So are we" I sweetly say to her. "Fuck... I'm more scared than ever, if I'm being honest. But unfortunately if we don't do anything, no one else will and... again, unfortunately looks like we're smarter than anyone else"

A small smile appears on Max's face at my comment.

Then her eyes focus on Nancy's cutting the shotgun.

"Is this legal?" She asks her.

"Actually, I think it's felony" Nancy answers "but it guarantees one thing." Her eyes find mine for a moment before hitting the end and making it fell on the ground "I won't miss."

She says this to reassure me, which I'm more than grateful for.

"What about you?" Max looks at me "Are you gonna do something about those two idiots or you'll just wait and wait..?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I feign innocence.

"I'm pretty sure now is the best time to say something to them... you know, confess something" Max hints.

"I don't know. It's complicated..."

"It's really not" Nancy chimes in as she stands up "just tell them how you feel. I know it's difficult, but... literally it's now or never"

I look at her and sigh, then turn to Max, who nods agreeing with her.

"Fine... yeah, alright."

I turn around to look at Steve by the RV with Robin, he probably feels like he's being watched so he looks up and about until his eyes find mine.

I gently smile at him and he smiles back. I can see he's worried sick, he probably feels guilty too somehow, that he can't find another way to do this.

I then look at Dustin and Eddie playing fight.

As he spins around he locks eyes with me and smiles waving at me as he walk backwards, he eventually fells and Dustin takes advantage of it and attacks him.

"He's such a baby" I whisper to myself with a smile.

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We're all waiting for Dustin and Nancy to check everything for the millionth time, never too careful they said.

I look at them, biting my nails and bouncing my foot.

"Hey" Steve's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Hi." I say softly.

"It's gonna be fine" he tries to reassure me.

"He's right" Eddie appears beside me too.

"Yeah.. easy for you to say. Your job is basically jamming with Dustin" I say with a forced laugh and they stay silent "I'm sorry... I didn't mean.."

"I know." Eddie gives my arm a soft squeeze.

"You're very brave, Y/n, you know that?" Steve tells me.

"Oh yeah? Then why I'm shaking like a freaking chihuahua?"

"Because it's still a crazy situation."

I look him in the eyes and see sincerity in them, along with fear of course. I look at Eddie and see worry.

I think of what I'm getting myself into... Vecna might not want to kill me, but it doesn't mean he won't if necessary.

I guess it's time to talk.

"I... I think I need to tell you something" I sigh.

They look at each other, sharing an understanding nod.

"It's alright, sweetheart." Eddie squeezes my arm once again.

"We know." Steve says with a smile.

"What do you mean?" I ask. How?

"We talked the UpsideDown, while we were walking to Nancy's house. We... both realised our feelings for you. And we also realised that you're the one who has to choose" Steve explains.

"Yeah, we were about to argue on who had more righ to ask you out, but you should decide who you want..." Eddie says" if you want any if us of course." He quickly adds.

Oh.

Oh!

They do feel something for me.

Oh god, what a relief I wasn't crazy.

"I..." I start, but Eddie cuts me off.

"The choice is yours and... it won't change anything. Whoever you choose" he says is almost resigned.

"I... don't want to choose." I say shyly.

"What do you mean?"

"I too have feelings for you... for the both of you" I say looking back and forth between them.

"Oh..."

"What..."

"Yeah" I laugh embarrassed looking down at my feet.

"That's... that's good" Steve says and Eddie nods.

"Is it?" I look up at them.

"Yeah. I mean... yeah" Eddie looks relief and just smiles, while Steve chuckles grinning.

"Cool"

"It's implied we're taking you out on a date after this is over" Eddie declares grabbing my hand.

"If this.."

"Don't." Steve stops me "we're gonna make it, okay? I'm not letting some delusional monster prevent me from taking my girl out on a date"

"Our girl" Eddie corrects.

"Our girl out on a date" Steve repeats with a roll of eyes.

"I'm just scared and I don't want to keep my hopes up" I confess.

"I know, love. Trust me, then. We're gonna make it. Right, Munson?"

"Definitely. Trust us, sweetheart." Eddie nods.

I look at them for a moment, they're trying to be strong for me.

I nod.

"Guys" Dustin calls us and we turn our attention to him "it's time to go"

"Let's go end this" I say and walk to the RV followed by Eddie and Steve.

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We're at Creel's house.

It's time.

Max, Lucas, Erica and I are about to get out.

"alright, you know what you have to do, right?" Nancy asks us.

"Yes, Nance. We do. We got over it a thousand times." I tell her, to reassure her.

"Then one more won't hurt" she smiles, but she's tense.

"I know" I go hug her and she hugs me back tighter.

"Hey, no funny business, I don't want to come back to know you made a demonic deal with him to save us all, but sacrifice yourself" Robin blurts out hugging me once I pulled away from Nancy.

"Wouldn't dream of it, not without my lawyer"

"Please be careful" she whispers.

"Always"

"Wait!" Dustin exclaims.

"What's wrong?" Steve asks alarmed.

"What... we don't have a song for her" Dustin says.

"I don't think that would work with me." I tell him.

"Well we can't be sure. Maybe it helps! Fuck... why didn't I think of it before" he curses.

"Language" I warn him

"I got it" Eddie chimes in, moving his hands into his pockets.

All eyes are on him, watching him curiously.

He takes out a tape.

"What's that?" I ask.

"Your favourite songs.." he quietly say, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Eddie.." I softly say walking to him.

He hands me the tape and I see there are all my favourite songs in it.

"I wanted to give it to you for your birthday, but... guess now it's the best time"

"It's still very appreciated. Thank you" I say kissing his cheek, he responds by hugging me tightly.

"Please be careful"

"I promise"

I pull away, still holding the tape in my hand and I turn to Steve.

"Kill him. Please." I say in a whisper.

"You don't need to tell me twice" he says.

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck while his are around waist.

I turn ready to follow the others out, but Dustin stops me once again.

"I'm sorry" he says.

"About what?" I ask confused.

"That I couldn't find another way"

I immediately hug him tightly.

"Shut up. Never say that again. It's gonna be fine and we'll be back to our movie night sooner than you think" I say to him and I pull away. "Okay?"

"Okay. Yeah..." he takes a breath and nods.

"After all... I'm pretty sure it's my turn to pick" I wink and he laughs rolling his eyes.

Finally we wall out of the RV and into the Creel's house.

As Erica walks to take place in the playground Max, Lucas and I start to place the lights around the house.

I sit on the ground, I try to calm myself watching Lucas and Max talking through notes. I hope they'll work it out after all this is done. Max has been through a lot this year, Billy wasn't exactly Mr Kindness, but he was still his brother and she saw him die, that must've been hard to witness, she deserves to be happy. Lucas deserves it too.

I can't help but think about Jim. When he signed the adoption papers and took me to Hawkins was, I think, the best day of my life. He taught me everything I know and he made me who I am today. I owe this to his memory, being brave for him, for him and for El. I hope she's alright, and I hope to see her again after this.

Suddenly the flashlight outside catch my attention, Steve, Nancy and Robin must be ready.

Max and Lucas look at me, breath heavy with tension.

I take a deep breath.

Time to phase two.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things season 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steddie fluff #steddie x reader #steddie

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 2 years ago

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Morningstar

Pairing: vampire!Eddie Munson x femreader

Rating: E

Words: 6k

Warnings: mention of a dead body, blood, angst, hurt/comfort, smut (unprotected, blood play).

A/N: if you know @magpie-to-the-morning or myself, you know that we are both weird girls who thrive on all things dark and spooky. So when we started hearing vampire Eddie theories floating around (yes, Emma saw it coming before the rest of us), we had to team up and bring our baby boy back (finale? what finale?). And in doing so we learned how well we work together, how we compliment each other and somehow share a weird gothy love language.

Morningstar is a fic for our fellow weird girls, our fellow outcasts. It's a love letter to them, and to Eddie Munson, who deserves the same care and protection he showed the little lost sheepies.

Beta'd by @jadore-andor without whom Alex is nothing and for whom Emma is eternally grateful.

alex masterlist | emma masterlist | ao3

Part One - A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night | Part Two | Part Three

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Your friend bit her lip, eyeing the darkness beyond her trailer’s porchlight as if its lengthening shadows would reach out and snatch you right off the concrete steps. “Hawkins is… different, since you left. It’s been worse since the earthquake.” She sounded nervous, enough so that goosebumps pebbled over the skin of your arms.

Still, you weren’t one to be daunted by the creeping feeling of dread that seemed to have gained a chokehold on your hometown.

“I’ll be fine. Besides, you know me. I like different.” You flashed her a reassuring grin and, with a wave, set out for the dirt track leading through the woods. You’d walked home this way dozens of times, hundreds - just not since you went away to college last fall. It’s what had kept you insulated from the bizarre rumors flying around town - lab experiments gone wrong, monsters on the loose, satanic cults. Even the very real and tragic deaths didn’t ring true, and you’d flat out laughed at the idea of Eddie Munson being some sort of serial killer. It was the same small town ignorance you’d fled back in September, the same gossip and petty-mindedness, albeit on a scale that had everyone feeling tense enough to snap.

It was a relief to be away from that feeling, surrounded by the familiar trees that had been the background of your dizzy daydreams as a child. Out here you had felt safe fantasizing about the things that went bump in the night without fear of what your peers would think, how they might judge you for your darker interests. Here in the woods, there was ample space to imagine werewolves and witches and vampires, and where you might fit among them. Even as you got older and your daydreams changed, it was your favorite place to lose a few hours, your headphones firmly over your ears as you sprawled on a blanket to write in your journal.

A cool breeze murmured through the branches overhead and spring peepers trilled in the distance, their nighttime chorus punctuated by the plaintive calls of nightbirds. You took a deep breath, savoring the peace, as you made your way through the woods. As you walked, you debated whether you wanted a night alone or if you would rather call Robin and finally give in to her pleas of spending an evening with her and Steve Harrington - a pair you could still hardly imagine actually hanging out together. But she swore he was cool and no longer the douchey jock you remembered before you left for college.

You were lost in your own thoughts, not noticing when the birds fell silent. Something tugged at the back of your mind when even the frogs stopped calling, but you were too busy ruminating over the empty months ahead to notice the shift in the air, the pervading sense of wrongness creeping up on you now that the sky had turned black.

Until you nearly tripped over the bodies…

The toe of your boot hit something solid, shocking you to a stop. You had assumed it was a mass of leaves, a random pile left behind by some kids. But that…that was hair, dark and ashy. And that was a hand, outstretched and pale as bone in the moonlight. Your stomach rolled, your hand covering your mouth to hold back the bile that rose in your throat. It smelled like death, you realized, like blood and sickly sweet rot. But then there was movement, just a shifting beneath the dirt that sent the leaves scattering, and from the lump of foliage, Eddie Munson looked up at you, his eyes black in the night. Andy, that creep, with his stupid curly hair and letterman jacket, lay motionless beneath Eddie, his fingers clawing into the dirt even in death.

Andy was dead. The thought slammed through your mind but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad about it, not even as you gazed into his lifeless face, his eyes dull as they stared into nothingness. No, you didn’t feel bad, not after what he had tried to do last summer.

Eddie groaned and it stirred something in you, snapping your awareness back into place. You dropped beside him, hands hovering over his hair, hair face, his chest. There was blood, too much blood, smeared across his mouth and jaw and you had no idea who it belonged to - him or Andy. You knew how it looked, how freakish and fantastical, and your mind began to scream one impossible word.

Vampire.

"Hey Munson," you breathed, pushing away the ridiculous thought. "Remember me?" You asked softly, brushing the hair from his eyes. He mumbled your name, recognition flashing across his glassy eyes, the syllables garbled as he coughed and more blood splattered over his face, little freckles of red scattered now over your neck and cheeks. "That's right." You tried to smile, tried to shove down the feeling of wrongness, of fear, that pricked up your spine. Your hands skated over his chest, fingertips softly probing for wounds. You had to get him out of there, had to get him help. He was freezing, too cold for the warmth of spring, and goosebumps again erupted over your arms.

Eddie’s fingers closed like a vise around your wrist, his rings biting into the bone, and you winced at the sudden display of strength, the cold power that snapped like a taut bowstring, thrumming through his touch. He whimpered then, a small pathetic sound that tugged at something in your lower belly.

You leaned in closer, concern creasing your brow, and startled when his grasp tightened even further, pulling you off balance and down into the leaf litter beside him.

“Eddie, what - “

He pressed against you and the words died in your throat. Your back was braced against something solid, your fingers scrabbling against the fake leather of Andy's letterman jacket. Dread clogged your throat when you realized exactly where you were, trapped between a dead man and the the most likely suspect for his murder. But this was Eddie. He couldn't be responsible for whatever had happened here. The Eddie you remembered was kind, if a little eccentric; all throughout highschool he'd always spared you a smile and because of it you had harbored a silly crush. His disdain for the "popular" kids was no secret, but he'd treated everyone else with basic kindness.

“I don’t even remember doing it,” Eddie murmured close to your ear. His voice was weak, shaken, a far cry from his usual boisterous nature. He sounded scared. Lost. “He found me in the woods, right after… I didn’t mean to.”

His eyes were pleading. For understanding? Forgiveness? Maybe just for you not to scramble up and run as far away as you could, leaving him bloody and alone. You reached out to stroke the lines of his cheek with trembling fingers. “Didn’t mean to do what, Eddie?”

Your voice shook as his cool breath fanned across your jaw, as he dragged himself over you and settled his weight on top of you. Your head spun, pulled in too many directions. How many times had you imagined this back in highschool? How many times had you thought about being brave and telling him that he was the best thing about Hawkins, aside from Robin, that thoughts of him had kept you up at night?

Again that sense of utter wrongness settled over you and the apprehension had you feeling skittish. His hair tickled your face as the wind shifted and you felt him go rigid above you, his hands gripping hard at your thighs as he fought to hold still. “To be a monster.”

You pulled back to look at him, brushing the hair from his face, hands cradling his jaw. “Eddie, you are not a monster, okay? Whatever happened here, we can figure it out. But you are not a monster.” Were you crazy for thinking so? Probably. But what you knew about Eddie Munson, romanticized schoolgirl fantasies or not, led you to truly believe that he was in no way some kind of beast.

“Then why do I feel like this?” Gone was the warm, familiar brown of his eyes, swallowed up by so much black. His gaze was locked on your mouth, darting between your lips and your throat, and when he spoke you saw the pointed tips of his canines, elongated in the light of the moon, and again your brain blared a single word at you.

Vampire.

Pulling in a trembling breath, your chest brushed his. You felt the air go still, the tension between you snapping. “I’m sorry,” he said with a whimper and then his mouth was at your neck, pain blooming hot and sudden. You shrieked, slapping at his shoulders and digging your heels into the soft ground, trying desperately to put distance between you. He snarled, the sound closer to something an animal would make and you realized that in this moment he might as well be a predator defending his kill.

Slowly, and then all at once, the agony shifted, becoming softer and melting into something decadent. There was a soft pulling sensation and the rasp of his tongue over your sensitive skin had you arching beneath him, all thoughts of escape floating from your mind. One of his hands dragged up your thigh and over the cage of your ribs to hold you still, the other moved your leg so he could settle more comfortably between your thighs. The world took on a dreamy sort of quality, delicate around the edges as everything began to go quiet. All you felt was Eddie’s mouth, his large hands, the way he began to grow hard against your center. The artfully ripped tights you wore beneath your skirt were hardly a barrier and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, moaning softly at the way he thrust forward in slow, dragging movements.

Sensation pulled at you, tendrils of want tugging you deeper into that waiting darkness. Your mind went deliciously blank, everything fading but the stroke of his tongue that matched the heartbeat between your legs. You found yourself all too eager to let go, to succumb to whatever it was that had you forgetting yourself, your nerves and better judgement. You could lie there for hours, all night, forever, but some lingering spark of self preservation flared within the darkening recesses of your mind.

“Eddie.” It was a feeble protest, barely audible over the sound of the wind caressing the leaves or his contented growls at your throat. “Eddie, stop. Not here.” When he didn’t respond you pulled yourself together as best you could and reached down, pinching the meat of his thigh. He yelped, the sound so out of place that a startled laugh burst from your throat, an almost hysterical sound. When he pulled away the moonlight caught in the fresh blood smeared across his mouth and jaw - your blood. The thought was staggering and for a moment you felt even more lightheaded, the trees above swaying as you sagged back against Andy.

Andy!

You shoved away from his body, untangling yourself from Eddie and shooting to your feet. Reaching up, you touched your neck gingerly. Your fingers came away red, shining, and you lurched forward. Eddie shoved himself from the ground, his hands coming to steady you, gripping your elbows gently. He glanced down at Andy, too many emotions flashing across his dark eyes to name. You turned, placing your body between them and retreating until your back rested against Eddie’s chest. Cocking your head, you surveyed the area, taking in the details you had missed earlier.

“Animal,” you said as it all clicked in your mind, the solution fitting together like puzzle pieces.

“What?” His voice was hoarse, raw.

“It looks like an animal got him,” you elaborated and felt Eddie go tense behind you. “Hey.” You turned and took his hand. It was cold against your palm and you could feel his hesitation as you brushed your thumb across the delicate skin. “Munson, look at me.”

With a shudder, Eddie lifted his gaze to meet yours, his head ducked and his body tensed as if to run.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know you. And you’re not an animal, or a monster, or whatever else this bullshit town has been claiming. Even with all of… this.” You kicked some leaves over Andy’s body and turned back to Eddie. “We can figure this out. Will you let me help you?”

When he finally nodded, you twined your fingers with his and tugged gently. “Come on, then. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

You led Eddie to your parents’ house, relieved that they’d chosen this week to take the cruise your mom had always droned on about. Even with having the whole basement recently converted into an apartment for you, bringing a wanted fugitive home would have invited all sorts of questions you weren’t sure you had the answers to.

Eddie looked even more lost inside, his hair tangled and torn, bloody, mud-streaked clothing jarring against the respectable wallpaper and aggressive cleanliness of your parents’ home. He startled when you opened the basement door and a shadow streaked through it, racing toward the two of you.

“It’s okay, it’s just my cat.”

The little black creature in question trotted into the light with an inquisitive “mrrp” and wound around your legs.

Eddie relaxed beside you. After a moment he crouched down and held his fingers out for the cat to sniff. “What’s his name?”

“Jonathan Barker.” When Eddie stared incredulously up at you you shrugged. “I was on a horror classics kick.”

“But Barker? I uh, don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s a cat.”

“What’s your point?”

“… Fair enough.” He chuckled, a little faintly, but amused all the same. Your heart lifted at the sheer familiarity of the sound. Jonathan Barker rubbed his cheek against the ripped denim at Eddie’s knee but darted away when Eddie reached to pet him. “Fine,” Eddie scoffed, unconvincingly. “I’m more of a dog person anyway.”

“Be nice, he’s had a hard life. I found him by the side of the road when he was a kitten and he’s always been a little skittish.” Jonathan Barker stared at Eddie with wide eyes from his perch on the back of the couch, as if agreeing with you.

Eddie fell quiet again as you led him down the creaking stairs and into your basement apartment. It was easier to breathe there, surrounded by battered pieces of mismatched yet comfortable furniture, Joy Division and Patti Smith posters, stacks of well-thumbed paperback books, milk crates full of albums and cassettes, and houseplants crowding every window well. The conversion had been your parents’ condition when you’d told them you needed some time off school. Your mother had already turned your room into a home gym and “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable down there, dear? You’ll have more room for all your… interests.”

Part of you suspected they were a little relieved to have you neatly tucked out of sight.

You moved towards the small kitchen area with the vague idea of making tea on the little hot plate. Having a task to focus on kept your mind from racing about what on earth you and Eddie were going to do next. You busied yourself with the familiar ritual for the next few minutes, giving both of you time to think. By the time you set a steaming ceramic mug in front of Eddie, his expression was less wild, his frame less taut with that kinetic, restless energy. He wrapped his hands around the mug’s warmth and didn’t quite meet your eyes as he asked “So, what happens now?” He took an experimental sip but pulled a face. At the flavor, you wondered? Or his attempt to get something other than blood into his system?

“Well, we should probably get you cleaned up,” you said softly, taking in the shadows beneath his eyes, the blood crusted across his face and neck. Dirt clung to him like a second skin and you could see how uncomfortable he was beneath the grime. You abandoned your mug on the counter, pushing off and walking across the room toward the closet by the bathroom and pulled down a few fluffy towels. Eddie’s shuffling footsteps followed you into the little room, and he stopped in the doorway while you turned the hot water knob. You moved to face him, finding him staring straight ahead, his brows bunched in confusion. Turning, you tracked his line of sight toward the mirror, his dirty image reflected back.

“I wasn’t sure I would actually show up,” he mumbled, reaching up and dragging his fingers over his cheek.

“Silver,” you said, watching him watch you.

“What?”

You shrugged. “Mirrors used to be backed in silver and the myth goes that silver is detrimental to…,” you paused as his eyes narrowed and waved your hands to dispel the building tension. “Well, you know. You’ll show up in pictures too,” you chirped, hoping to lighten the mood.

“How did you become the vampire expert?” A heavy brow rose and you fought the urge to fold your shoulders, to make yourself smaller under his gaze.

“I read a lot,” you snapped, suddenly defensive. After a long moment he nodded, shrugging off his vest. You startled when it hit the ground, heavy pins clattering against the tile, and turned to leave. His cold fingers wrapped tight around your wrist, stopping you from sliding past him.

Again, his eyes were pleading, soft and dark and lovely. “Stay,” he asked, “please.”

You thought the rapidfire emotional changes would give you whiplash, but you nodded, exhaling sharply, and reached for the hem of his shirt. He raised his arms and you pulled it over his head, dropping it to lie with his vest. Angry marks were scattered across his torso, red and welted and poorly healed. A gasp escaped your mouth as you took it in, reaching forward and gingerly trailing your fingers over the wounds. “Eddie, what happened to you?” Your voice was hushed, quiet as the steam from the shower began to cloud in the small space.

“It’s all a little blurry,” he murmured, his hands going for the buckle of his belt. He unclasped the mini handcuffs that held it together, deft fingers quickly working open the button of his jeans. Your eyes snapped back to his and you found him watching you hungrily. A chill danced up your spine at the sight, a mix of cold fear and delicious anticipation. You realized he was trying to distract you, obviously not wanting to answer the question. So you let him.

He side stepped you and you turned, not looking away and letting him press you against the door. The small of your back hit the wood and he kept coming, cocking his head as he crowded into your space. Reaching out, you rested your hands against his chest, your eyes going wide when you registered that there was no heartbeat against your palm. Eddie didn’t seem to notice as he leaned forward, a smug grin stretched across his mouth.

You wanted this. And it was obvious that he wanted it too, but it was almost too much right now and your head was spinning. “Give me your rings,” you murmured hurriedly, grasping for an excuse to take a moment and collect your thoughts. You tugged your lip between your teeth and he quirked a brow at you. “I’ll get them cleaned up for you.” His smirk softened into a smile and he stepped back, pulling them off one by one. The silver had burned him, leaving behind painful looking bruises and charred skin. You refused to react, knowing that he wouldn’t want your pity, and held out your hand for him to drop them into. They clinked together as you caught them and you pushed him lightly toward the shower. Eddie turned, dropping his pants and you couldn’t help but glance at his ass as he pulled back the curtain and stepped into the tub.

Gathering his filthy clothes, you pulled the door closed softly and padded back into the living room to toss his things into the washing machine, carefully undoing the clasps of his pins and setting them aside for safe-keeping. You set it to start before heading to the sink to get Eddie’s rings cleaned up. Soap, water, and some scrubbing had them shining again and you avoided thinking too hard about the fact that you were scrubbing human flesh from the metal. When you had finished, you flopped onto the couch and reached for the clear coat nail polish you kept on the side table next to your favorite bottle of black. You painted the clear gel over the silver, hoping it would form enough of a barrier to keep them from burning him again. His rings were as much a part of his persona as his vest and his wild halo of hair, and more than anything right now, he needed something comfortable and familiar.

To be fair, so did you. Once the rings were safely coated in a protective layer of nail polish and drying on your coffee table, you rose, stretched, and padded over to your dresser, opening the second drawer and pulling out a baggy t-shirt. You stripped, leaving your dirty clothes in a pile, and pulled the worn fabric over your head before heading for your record player. Soon, the driving synthetic beat and rough-edged vocals of the Psychedelic Furs drifted through the space.

“Forever Now? I guess that’s fitting.”

You whirled around, surprised to see Eddie leaning against the door jam, a towel around his waist and his arms wrapped around himself. Dark tendrils of hair framed his face in damp curls and his skin was scrubbed an angry pink, but he looked somewhat more settled, his brown eyes clearer.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Oh, I’m just full of surprises now.” He lifted his brows in a sarcastic show of being impressed with his own new abilities, even as he wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. “I uh, seem to have misplaced my clothes.”

“They’re in the wash. That Hellfire shirt might be a lost cause but I think I managed to save everything else. Come sit.” You jerked your head at the empty cushion beside you.

Eddie pushed off the wall and dropped beside you, carefully leaving space between you that crackled with things unsaid.

“How are you feeling?”

“I don’t even know.” Eddie scrubbed a large palm over his face. “More like myself, I guess? But still…”

“Hungry?”

“Yeah.” You hated the lingering note of shame in his voice.

You swallowed but squared your shoulders. “We can fix that.”

His dark eyes snapped to yours. “No.”

“Eddie, it’s fine - “

“Jesus, no it isn’t!” You blinked at his outburst but he forged ahead. “I killed someone. I could have killed you.”

“Andy?”

“Don’t tell me I killed more of the basketball team.”

“Eddie, listen.” You lifted a hand to cup his cheek, to turn his face towards yours to make sure he heard you loud and clear. “That guy was a dick. He was probably out hunting you with his buddies, from what I’ve been hearing. If he didn’t attack you first, he would have and believe me, he wouldn’t have lost any sleep over it.” You shrugged dismissively and added “Besides, he tried to feel me up at a party last year. Fuck that guy, you did the world a favor.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, his lip curling back and he opened his mouth to speak. You stopped him, pressing your fingers to his full mouth. He swallowed his reply, simply mumbling, “What a dick.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile and turning to face him more fully.

Eddie moved closer, his thigh pressed to your own. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, even as he raked his gaze down your throat. His fingertips brushed the hair from your neck and you shivered.

“What if I told you I liked it?” Your voice trembled, the confession making you feel unaccountably vulnerable, more exposed than even the hungry way Eddie eyed you.

“Jesus, Briar.” He shuddered and dragged his open mouth against your skin. His lips moved in a gentle kiss, a far cry from the searing torrent you craved.

“Why Briar?” It came out as a gasp as you twisted in his arms to climb into his lap.

“Because you found me in the forest. You caught me when I was spinning. Don’t let go.” Eddie’s tender hold tightened and his teeth sank into the delicate skin of your throat.

You tipped your head back and tangled your fingers in his hair. “I w-wanted this before today, you know. Always meant to say something, back in school.”

His lips still locked to your pulse point, Eddie made a questioning sound deep in his throat as if to ask Why didn’t you?

“The usual bullshit,” you hedged before adding, “I was scared.

Eddie pulled away at that, his mouth stained red and his brows lifted. “You’re not now?”

“I was,” you admitted. “Back in the woods when I found you. But then you opened your eyes.”

His eyes widened, something like awe lighting their brown depths.

His surprise would have been sweet if it didn’t wrench your heart to think someone caring for him in that way would be so astonishing. The thought snapped the tether holding you back and you leaned in to capture his lips in a kiss. The taste of copper burst on your tongue but beyond that shock it was simply him. His lips were surprisingly soft against your own, his eager mouth swallowing your shared groan, his tongue gliding against yours as he twisted and bore you down onto the sofa cushions.

He cleared his throat, nuzzling your cheek. "I don't think I can be gentle with you."

"I don't want you to," you murmured, twisting beneath him to pull him more fully on top of you. He drove a knee between your thighs and you couldn't help but grind against him as he licked a stripe up the column of your neck. His teeth scraped softly against your skin, his tongue following to lap up the thin line of blood that beaded there. Then he was grabbing you, his fingers digging into the meat of your waist and you clung to him, your nails trailing furrows down his back.

"Please," he whispered, his voice strained as you rubbed against him like a cat.

"Yes." You made sure to keep your voice steady, threading your fingers through his hair and tilting your head to the side. He inhaled, hissing your name, his breath chilly on your skin. You yelped when his teeth broke the skin once more, pain flaring through you before easing into something delicious, something sinful and indulgent. Your head dropped back and Eddie cradled the back of your neck, holding you still. He rolled his hips against you and you trailed your fingers over the expanse of his chest, down his abdomen to the hem of the towel. He growled and something in you snapped at the sound, wild, needy, and hot. You pulled impatiently at the loose knot at his hip and the towel fell away, his length twitching in your hand.

Eddie pulled away at your first stroke of his cock, red smeared across his mouth and down his chin. And when he kissed you, you tasted the metallic tang of your own blood. Your hand tightened around him and the sound he made was close to a snarl as he leaned forward and licked at the mess he'd made of your neck, trailing his hand down your body to rub against your center. You bucked your hips forward, searching out his touch and he obliged quickly, pushing your underwear to the side, finding you already wet for him. His thumb brushed your clit and you gasped, your back arching off the couch.

"More," you groaned between clenched teeth, hitching one leg higher on his waist. Two thick fingers pierced you as he placed wet, open mouthed kisses to your chest, licking at the hollow of your clavicle and mumbling your name. He pressed his hips forward, thrusting into the tight grip of your fist.

His fingers were cool against your heated flesh, soothing you even as he made you writhe and buck beneath his hand. You felt loose, wanton, and need coiled in your belly as you whimpered for his touch.

“Shit,” Eddie hissed. “You’re so fucking warm.”

You clasped the back of his neck and pulled him closer as you guided his cock where you needed it most. Both of you groaned when he fitted the blunt, swollen tip at your entrance. The stretch was delicious, a promise of even more to come and oh, you wanted him to fill you. Your fingers still wrapped around his length, you squeezed, pulling him deeper inside you. His breath fanned loud and ragged against your ear as he fought to maintain control.

At least, until you met his eyes and whispered “Please.”

With a snarl, Eddie buried himself inside you. The force of it shoved you up the cushions until you reached a hand back to brace yourself against the arm of the sofa. Just as desperate to keep you still, to hold you down and claim you, Eddie seized your hips tight enough to bruise.

“Fucking vixen,” he rasped, the hint of a smirk in his voice. “So tight. So fucking good.”

His praise lit a fire in you and you matched him thrust for thrust, moaning every time his thick cock pushed inside you, stretching you until you thought you would split apart. You realized you had never wanted anyone this much, been this aroused. It stripped any sense of shyness or hesitance away, leaving you free to give yourself over to him in whatever way he wanted.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good. Fuck me harder, Eddie please. Don’t stop, don't stop,” you chanted, babbling mindlessly. Dimly, you were aware of the arousal leaking from you, smearing your thighs and urging Eddie to take you harder, faster, more.

Eddie reached between you, his thick fingers rubbing slick, tight circles against your clit. You were so wet you could hear it and it was obscenely hot, winding you up tighter and tighter. Your breath caught in your throat and you keened, a wild, animal sound you’d never made before. “That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Let yourself go. I’ve got you.”

“Please, please, please,” you whispered, your voice ragged, unsure of what you were begging for but desperate for more, for whatever this was to never end. Eddie’s mouth was back at your throat, his teeth piercing your skin, and the sharp sting of pain threw you over the edge. Your orgasm bloomed through you, violent in its intensity and you shouted his name, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound.

“No, I want to hear you,” he mumbled against your throat, his thrusts deep and uneven as he fought to hold back his own end.

You whimpered his name, the overstimulation threatening to overwhelm you as he kept rubbing lazy circles against your clit. Your hands tangled in his hair, yanking his mouth to yours. Ignoring the shock of pain at your neck as his teeth ripped away from your skin, you licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and moaning. He followed you over the edge, coming hot and deep with a grunt of your name, his fingers digging bruises into the flesh at your hips.

After what felt like an eternity, your heart rate slowed and your breathing calmed. You shivered, Eddie’s cool skin against the sheen of sweat that coated your body sending goosebumps erupting over your arms and legs. Nudging him gently, you moved from beneath him, but his hand caught your wrist as you stood. His eyes were soft when he looked up at you, pleading and nervous.

“I need a shower,” you answered the unasked question. He pushed off the couch and followed you to the bathroom, a shadow at your back.

You turned the water to hot, praying to whatever god that listened that it would be enough to ease the aches and knots that had started twisting your muscles. Turning to face Eddie, you gathered his hair up in a knot at the top of his head and secured it with a hair tie, a few riotous curls escaping to frame his face. He quirked a brow at you and you shrugged. “No sense in getting it wet again.”

—

After your shower you lay in bed, your limbs tangled with Eddie’s. Kate Bush played softly in the background and Eddie dragged his fingertips across your scalp, slowly easing the headache that had begun to pound at your temples. You were tired, exhausted even, but you were afraid to close your eyes, terrified that if you did, he would simply disappear.

“We should probably talk about, well… everything,” he said softly.

“Yeah,” you mumbled in agreement. The unsaid questions hung heavy in the air.

What the hell happened to you?

What’s really going on in Hawkins?

Do you feel this too?

After a pause, you ventured “Can it wait until tomorrow?”

You could feel the tension leaking out of Eddie, disappearing like smoke as he relaxed into your arms. “Oh, absolutely.” He mumbled it into your shoulder, pressing lazy, open mouthed kisses to any skin he could reach. You did the same, slipping in and out of sleep, drawn back by the need to reassure yourself that he was still there, to keep mapping his body in the dark.

You finally drifted off with his weight comfortably above you and your arms around his waist, each clinging to the other in a silent promise.

I’m here.

You’re safe.

I’ve got you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munsin x female reader #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 fic #morningstar #my fic

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reallyromealone · 2 years ago

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Hi there, I wanted to request a second part for your a/b/o eddie munson fic where the reader is pregnant. The idea was eddie being protective of the reader and just helping reader around comforting him when he needed it. When the baby comes eddie is the sweetest dad and partner ever. Sorry if this not too specific and if you don't feel comfortable writing it, it's cool. Thank you ❤️

Dude you're fine dw

After (name) told Eddie he was pregnant the Alpha was far more protective, not letting (name) hold anything heavier than a cup and scenting him whenever he could and even bringing him to D&D nights or hosting them at their house to make sure his mate was in his line of sight.

Be also had Dustin and his friends help out whenever they could though he didn't really have to ask Dustin, the teenager was more than happy to help his older brother.

At the 21 week mark (name) felt his baby kick for the first time, dropping his glass at the sudden shock and thankful the cup was plastic as Eddie ran into the room in a panic "fuck! You ok?!" As the others ran out as well to see (name) staring at his stomach in awe "he kicked..." He said softly and Eddie stared back at him "he did?"

(Name) gently took his hands and placed them where he felt the kick and after a minute Eddie felt a little foot against his hand "holy shit..." Eddie was in awe as the others gathered around and (name) let them feel "whoa, that's a weird feeling" Lukas mumbled and (name) chuckled at his words "go sit down baby, we can clean this up" Eddie finally said as he got his mate another drink.

Something everyone noticed was Eddie maturing far more after he learned about his unborn son, still silly and playful but he was finally becoming an adult.

(Name) was wandering around the malls baby stores with Robin, looking at some clothes "oh god robin!" (Name) said with teary eyes as he held a tiny iron maiden shirt "He can match Eddie!"

"But (name)...look at this" Robin said as she held up a tiny Dungeons and dragons fuzzy onsie with various dice in them in fun colors "oh that's so cute!"

The two ended up leaving with both items and a few others, robin getting him out of there before he cried and lactated again.

"I wonder what he's gonna look like... I hope he has Eddie's eyes" (name) mumbled as he took another bite of his ice cream, the duo taking a break to let (name) rest his feet "all I can imagine is him coming out full vest and perm" Robin laughed and (name) snorted at this playfully.

When (name) came home he wasn't expecting the entire D&D club + Eddie's shop employees Yelling while they set up the baby room, Mike, Steve and Dustin arguing over where they should place shelves while Luke and Will helped Eddie put together frantically and growing frustrated at the stupid instructions.

"What's all this?" (Name) asked as the alphas and betas halted to look at the pregnant Omega and the pups god mother who were staring in a mixture of shock and amusement "babe! You aren't supposed to be back till four!"

"It's four thirty..." (Name) said softly as Eddie came up and immediately put his hands on the omegas belly "what's going on?"

"We were trying to surprise you with the baby room set up..." Mike said awkwardly as the men looked almost shy that they got caught "O-oh..well I can go back and you guys can finish!"

"Don't worry baby, just go relax... What's in the bag?" Eddie asked as he eyed the bags in Robin and (name)s hands and noticed the Cinnabon bag"I got some Cinnabon, you guys can come out and grab one if you like" everyone perked up at this and practically abandoned the task at hand "I also got some more baby stuff... I couldn't help myself!"

The blood and found family gathered in the small kitchen and ate, Eddie having (name) in his lap and his alpha instincts began showing as he fed his mate but no one commented knowing it was common for alphas to act like this with a pregnant omega, hell half the room struggled not to feed (name) who just looked almost dazed

(Name) was eight months pregnant as he waddled into the shop, greeting some people he knew as he carried Eddie's lunch, summer had begun and the shop was packed as the Satan panic had long died out.

Dustin and the others took a part time job at the shop, Eddie thankful for the extra hands while Max and Eleven came in every so often to annoy them.

"Dusty where's Eddie?" (Name) asked with a slight grunt while avoiding anything hitting his bump, the teens immediately swarming the Omega and taking the stuff of his hands "dude you're way too pregnant to be walking out and about! Eddie told me you're supposed to be resting!" Dustin scolded his elder brother who pinched him in turn "I have been laying down all day, he forgot his lunch and don't worry! Mom drove me!" (Name) said happily and got the teens to stop crowding him "baby? What are you doing here?" Eddie said as he popped from the back area, monitoring the board game area when he smelt (name)s sweet honey and (scent/scents) pharamones the second he entered the store even over the smell of b.o and teens who couldn't control their pharamones.

"You forgot your lunch, don't worry my mom drove me here" (name) said with a huff as he let his alpha hold him close "you should be resting" Eddie was constantly worried and Dustin noticed the look on his brothers face and took a step back.

He hadn't seen that look since the time billy tried to get into (name)s pants back in (name)s high school days.

"I sat all day! I'm fine!" He snapped back and Eddie didn't know what to do, (name) was never really the barky type of person more soft and up beat.

"I know baby but ---"

"I just wanted to see you and give you your lunch!" (Name) said as his anger shifted to sadness and tears welled up in his eyes.

This was something Eddie knew how to deal with, the omegas constant mood shifts were common at the munson household and gently he led (name) to the employee area and set him in his lap and began crooning and scenting the Omega to calm him down "shhh it's ok sweetheart"

"I-Im sorry Eddie, I'm a mess" (name) cried out as he hid his face in his alphas neck, clinging to him while Eddie rubbed his bump "it's on baby, it's hard on you"

Eventually (name) calmed down and Eddie smiled at him, the smile that made (name) fall for him.

"There's my angel" Eddie said softly as he kissed (name) gently "my shift ends in two hours, how about you get us some snacks and when I get off we can watch a movie and I rub your feet"

He could hear (name) purr at the offer and grind slightly against him only to get stopped "not here baby" ever since (name) got pregnant be was insatiable in more than one way and Eddie was kind of loving it.

"Later?"

"I promise angel, is your mom still here?"

"I think she had to go see my aunt..."

"Wheeler!" Eddie yelled out and Mike popped his head in "yeah?"

"Drive (name) to the store and then home yeah?"

Mike didn't bother arguing as he helped (name) out of the store, letting the Omega fix his hair instinctively.

It was 2 am when (name)s water broke, four days before the due date "EDDIE!" (Name) yelled panicked as his mate jumped up "what?!"

"He's coming!"

"Who? oh shit!" Eddie immediately went into action and got the go bag, helping (name) out of bed before the two managed to get to the car, Eddie driving like a mad man to the hospital only to get pulled over half way by Hop.

"Why the hell are you driving so fast?!" Hop asked incredulously as he flashed a light in "the baby is coming!" Eddie panicked and hop looked over to see an in pain (name) "shit--"

"Hop dismissed them and Eddie went back to driving to the hospital.

Due to being a male Omega (name) had a C-section, a little loopy from the pain meds he held his son close, a spitting image of Eddie, short curly brown tuffs of hair and those warm chocolate eyes "he's so small..." Eddie said softly as he gently touched the babes chubby cheek "our little pup..."

"God he's beautiful"

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countlessimagines · 2 years ago

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There’s a Part of Me [ Eddie Munson x Reader ]

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ST VOLUME 2!!!

Summary: You have to find a way to cope with what happened with Eddie.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, sadness

A/n: How is everyone holding up after episode 9?

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You sat holding Eddie’s guitar pick necklace in your hands, twiddling it endlessly.

“Baby, Eddie, no please,” you sobbed as you and Dustin held him close, making sure he was comfortable in what you knew was going to be his last moments. “Why’d you have to stay?”

Eddie only smiled, “I didn’t run this time, right?”

Your eyes were blurry with tears and you could hear his throat filling with blood. “You didn’t.”

“I’m your hero now.”

“You always were.”

You wiped your eyes, not wanting to relive the horrid moment over again as Eddie’s lifeless eyes glimmered for one last time looking at you.

Standing from the Wheeler’s couch in the basement, you went outside where everyone else was packing the car full of donations. Everyone gave you sympathy looks and didn’t know if they should say anything to console you.

Dustin went to talk to you but you just shook your head, “Not right now, please.” He understood that you needed time and left it alone for the time being.

You grabbed a few boxes and set them in the car. However, a pizza van started driving towards the house and out came the rest of the crew, all relieved to see everyone. However, you didn’t wish to celebrate their return when you knew Eddie wasn’t coming home.

There wasn’t going to be a proper goodbye for you to lay Eddie to rest. He was left in the upside down and Steve and Robin had to drag you away from his body.

You reached into your back pocket, the folded note in your hand was the words you wished you could have said to Eddie. Debating on what to do, you took your bike and decided to find a secluded place to read the words out loud.

After a ten minute bike ride, you made it to the place where you and Eddie shared your first kiss. It was a place somewhat near the woods. A giant tree with a bench underneath where you both had sat.

Taking at seat, you took deep breaths to calm yourself down. You unfolded the letter and could already feel the tears welling into your eyes.

“Eddie, my love,” you said, a part of you hoping that wherever he was, he could hear you. Even if he couldn’t, you could at least try to find peace.

“I’m trying to imagine all the ways we could have stopped you. Maybe if I had let you go first on the rope before you cut it down.” Your voice was wavering, choking back the tears. “Maybe if we had better items to defend ourselves. Maybe if we had run together. You’d be here if you didn’t feel like you needed to be the hero…. You were already the hero in my eyes.”

A sob left your mouth before you could stop it. “Why’d you do it? I need you. We all do. I want you back so badly it hurts. I just want to hear your rambles about d&d or listen to your favorite bands… Have you come home.”

You had to stop for a breather or else you would start to break down. His big brown eyes kept haunting your mind and his blood stained teeth trying to smile made you feel sick to your stomach.

You continued on, knowing it would only help you to say your pain out loud instead of keeping it in. “A part of me was with you when you died. And I know I will never get that back. You were my world Eddie, I know I was yours. You would always brag about our relationship to everyone who was in hearing distance.” The memory of Eddie gushing about you to the Hellfire Club made your heart burn.

His voice was echoing in your head, the ghost of his laughter making everything in you wanting to scream out for him.

“I don’t know how I will go on without you. It seems like my world is now broken because of you dying. And I hate that no matter what people will blame you for what happened. They’ll never know you like we did.”

You only had two more sentences left but your heart ached and your eyes felt swollen from crying so much. “I love you, Eddie Munson. I always have and I always will.”

A few of your tears dropped onto the letter as you folded it back up again. Standing, you placed the letter to Eddie into a part of the tree where no one could see.

You stood there for a few seconds before leaving, knowing no matter what that Eddie would watch over you. He knew how much you loved him.

And he only went against the monsters to save you.

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domesticblisss · 2 years ago

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playing dangerous

eddie munson x female reader requested prompt: “hi could you write eddie x reader where reader is the main singer of another band in hawkins and reader’s band invite eddie’s band to perform at some concerts? maybe eddie got a crush on them!! please and thank you!” rating: mature. minors dni word count: 2894 summary: reader is the lead singer of hawkins most prominent band and eddie's former school buddy. what happens when they finally see each other after a few years during a festival? warnings: fluff, smut and the tiniest bit of angst. basically another fix-it fic. oral (male receiving) unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), teasing, dom!reader and switch!eddie, eddie is pussy drunk and reader is cock drunk, deepthroat, spit, pet names (baby, sweetheart and needy boy), aftercare and mentions of weed and alchool, eddie is self conscious about his scars.

Eddie had lost count of how many concerts of hers he had gone to. He always stood there, in the middle of the crowd, right in front of her, earning the occasional wink, which he always hoped were destined to him, not just a stage act.

She looked like a goddess up there. Tight, distressed black jeans, corsets, leather and lace that accentuated the best parts of her body. Red lips that did wonders to his imagination, sometimes a shade darker, sometimes a shade lighter; her eyes always sported some heavy makeup, a little bit smudged from the sweat, but his favourite always were the dark blue sparkly eyeshadow that contrasted perfectly with her eyes.

God, she’s beautiful.

Eddie hoped she remembered him. They went to school together, her being one year his senior. She had always been an ethereal being, the coolest person in school, attracting the eyes of jocks and nerds alike. Even with her rock ‘n’ roll exterior, she was fun, the typical extrovert that befriended everyone.

They had shared conversations a few times before, nothing too serious, she often complimented Eddie’s clothes and his hair, bought weed from him in a few parties and even shared a joint. He still feels the tingly sensation of when her fingers brushed against his.

After the whole Upside Down issue got out to the world and was finally done for good, Eddie was able to clear his name and got recognised as the hero he truly is, and, as a consequence, Corroded Coffin started to get big. The tuesdays at The Hideout were no longer, they got the main attraction spot on fridays and the former five drunks crowd was now impossible to count, the line at the door sometimes going down the block.

And that’s how Corroded Coffin got a spot at the first annual Hawkins Music Festival, which was obviously headlined by her band. They had gotten big after she graduated, got a sweet record deal and toured around Indiana.

The concert ended, the crowd slowly dissipating and Eddie leaving to meet his bandmates backstage with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan in a row.

“Hey Munson!” Eddie hears coming from behind him. Her voice holds the same playful tone it had during their high school years. Eddie turns around, anxiety and euphoria taking over him.

“H-hey!”

She hugs him. A tight, long hug, one that is deemed too long and a bit weird for two people who are barely acquaintances, but god, it felt so right. Her body fit his perfectly, her hair was still a bit wet from the post concert shower she had taken, making her smell like a mix of sweet coconut shampoo and the strong, sexy, leathery scent of her perfume. It was driving him crazy.

“Corroded Coffin, huh?” she asked as she left his embrace. Her eyes were glowing and her voice full of excitement.

“Y-yeah.” Eddie is a stuttering mess. The metaphorical hold she has on him was tighter than ever, making him forget the simplest things, even how to speak. She had taken off the heavy makeup and Eddie was mesmerised, she looked like an angel and he couldn’t decide which persona he liked better. Both, both are perfect. Eddie knew she was speaking, he heard her talking excitedly with his friends, something about how good his band was and a party but all he could think about his how perfect she is, how he can still feel her arms around him, how her boobs squeezed against his chest and the fact that his clothes were now impregnated with her perfume. Eddie was whipped.

“Dude.” Steve elbowed him, waking him from his trance.

“Yeah.”

She let out a small chuckle that made Eddie blush. “I said we’re having a little after party at that new bar downtown and I asked if you wanted to go. Everybody said yes and we’re just waiting for you.”

The man nodded eagerly. “Of course! Let’s go!”

“Cool.” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the parking lot. The tingling sensation is back, making Eddie relish the softness of her hand and the light pressure of her fingers.

“Wait!” she stopped suddenly, making him bump into her, his face so close, too close, to hers as she turned around. “Sorry.” Eddie mumbled.

“Do you mind giving me a ride? The boys are all with their girlfriends and I don’t think there’s any space left in our van.”

“Oh, no problem.” Eddie said and they went back on their way. The voice in the back of his head nagged him, filling his thoughts with one annoying question, and, before he could even stop himself, Eddie blurted it out “Is your boyfriend coming too?”

“Oh Eddie,” she laughed and turned back to him, standing closer, tip-toeing so she could be on his ear level to whisper “I don’t have one.”

Eddie stays quiet the whole drive to the bar, Steve and Robin doing most of the talking, asking her about the band and touring life.

He feels a bit looser after arriving at the bar, her joy contaminating him.

“Gotta ask you something, Eds.” She said when his friends left to get more drinks.

“Shoot.”

“So, my band is going on tour, it’s a little bit bigger than what we are used to, and the record label said we could get anyone we wanted as an opening act. Sooo, I talked to the guys and I, well, we want to ask if Corroded Coffin wants to open our shows?”

“Are you serious?” Eddie was shocked.

“Yeah?”

“Of course we want it! Holy shit!”

Steve and the rest of the crew arrive with their drinks just in time and Steve calls for a celebration. They danced, drank a few shots and Steve got so drunk that Jonathan had to drive him home, ending their night earlier and leaving Eddie and her alone.

They talked a lot, she asked him about the Upside Down and he told her everything, every little detail. It felt freeing being able to talk about it with someone that hadn’t lived it, he was silently thankful that she was away that whole time. He told her about Vecna, about the bats and how they got him, how slow his recovery was and how the town that once hated him, got together to help him.

That earned him an emotional “Of course, you’re a fucking hero, Eddie.”

The duo stayed quiet for a while, just taking in each other's presence, enjoying the music and the beer.

“Your hair is looking great, Munson.” she said when she felt it was comfortable enough to change the subject.

“Yeah? Thanks. Yours isn't so bad either.”

“You know, I had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

“What?! Why?!” Eddie asked, almost outrageous.

“What do you mean ’why’?'' she returned his question laughing.

“You were literally the coolest, hottest chick in school, you could literally have anyone you wanted, why on earth would you have a crush on me off of all people?”

“First of all, you should think a little highly of yourself,” she said, looking into his eyes, “second of all.…” she trailed off Eddie’s big brown eyes suddenly a bit too much for her. Nervously, she grabbed the full-of-rings hand that Eddie had propped on his leg, holding his own knee, and started playing with the rings. “You were always nice to me, Eds. I know we barely spoke to each other but you always treated me with respect, you actually tried to talk to me about things, you know? You didn’t talk to me just so you could get in my pants.”

She looked at him again, giving him a little embarrassed smile. “Besides, you were the only person in school that liked the same things as I did, and, well, you’re so fucking hot, that helped too.”

Eddie snorted, her confession making his head go on overdrive. “You think– you thought I was hot?” His voice was borderline ironic, like she had said the most absurd thing in the world. Eddie never had the worst self esteem ever, he was able to score some babes from time to time that admitted he was good looking, but it wasn’t always the best, being called a freak so many times can only do so much to a person’s self esteem.

“I THINK you are hot, Eddie. Have you seen yourself?”

“Oh.”

On impulse, Eddie kisses her. It’s a weird kiss, all teeth, she’s a bit shocked and doesn’t kiss him back. Noticing her frozen state, Eddie pulls back.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done this I–“

Her hand swiftly goes to his thigh, holding him in place. “No, no, no, come ‘ere.” Her voice is breathy and the pout she has on her lips is irresistable.

“Are you sure?”

“Shut up, Eds.” She says as she pulls him back to her and soon her lips are on his. It’s a hot kiss, slow and sensuous. She teases and teases him, little nips on his full lips, her tongue dances lazily against his, and her left hand moves around his torso, tracing his scars and playing with his nipple, while the other one plays with his hair, one particular strong hair pull makes him moan, and she takes this as an excuse to trail kisses down his jaw and explore his neck. Her hand moves down too, from his nipple to the expanse of his stomach, her nail torturously tracing a path down his navel to his happy trail, stopping when she finally reaches the hem of his pants. She bites Eddie’s neck a bit hard, hard enough to make sure he will have a hickey in a few hours.

“Fuck.” Eddie moans, almost pathetically. Her breathy laugh on his neck and the way her hand hovers but doesn’t touch him turns Eddie into a needy mess.

“What is it, Eddie?” she says as innocently as one can get while sliding the tip of their nail on someone else's zipper, while that someone else is sporting a raging hard on.

“I ne-need y-you to touch me, please.” Eddie says. Something about her makes him feel like an inexperienced teenager, making him all nervous and needy, making him beg.

“You want me to touch you?” Her voice is soft but holds so much power, so much authority. She trails the kisses back up his throat and stops at his jaw, alternating between kisses and nips.

“Please, pleeease.” Eddie begs, his hand going to the one that is playing with his zipper in a poor attempt to make her apply some pressure to relieve his aching cock. She gets up and her hand leaves his dick, the sudden loss of contact making Eddie whine. His eyes are glassy – a mixture of the pain coming from his dick and fear that she might laugh and leave him there – big brown orbs looking up to her wide and full of hope.

“You are so cute, Eds, so needy.” she giggles and kisses his lips. One, two, three times, before whispering “meet me in the ladies bathroom in five, okay? Knock three times so I know it’s you.” she pecks his lips one more time and leaves.

Those were the five longest minutes of his life, he drowned the rest of his beer and hers, played with the salt packets on his table and even took a few pictures with some fans. God, he hoped his erection wasn’t noticeable on them.

One.

Two.

Three.

The door slowly opens, her hand snakes around his wrist and pulls him inside.

“Hi Eds.” she says and wastes no time in locking her lips on his. This time the kiss is faster, hotter, more urgent. Eddie is surer of himself, more imposing. His hands cradle her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. She hurriedly lifts his shirt, breaking the kiss to take it off.

She is faster than Eddie and when he tries to bring her back for another kiss, she moves down, taking her sweet time to kiss his scars.

“You are so hot, Eds.”

Kiss

“So bad ass.”

Kiss

“So pretty.”

Kiss

“So fucking metal.”

The gesture makes him a bit emotional. For someone that always seemed so self assured as Ed usually did, the scars still made him a bit self conscious. His hands gripped the counter hard and he had to look away for a bit.

She notices it and gets to her feet again, hands gently touching his cheeks, making him look at her.

“We can get the shirt back on if you want.” she says, voice caring.

Eddie shakes his head and pecks her lips. “You were the first person to ever see me shirtless after everything. I just wasn’t expecting your reaction.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was expecting you to run away.”

The confession made her heart ache and she hugged him, just as tightly as she had earlier that night.

“Look at me.” she waited until he looked in her eyes “If anyone ever gives you shit about your scars, you tell me, okay? And I’ll beat their ass myself.”

Eddie laughed a genuine laugh and held her close, pecking her lips. “Okay.”

“Good. You still wanna keep going?”

“God, yes.” Eddie answered eagerly.

“Good, I gotta take care of my needy boy.”

She drops on her knees again, her nimble fingers going straight to the belt, a small laugh leaves her lips as she sees the handcuff belt buckle and lowers his pants and boxers in one swift move.

Eddie hisses when the cold air of the bathroom touches his cock. It’s long and thick, longer than what she expected and it stares at her, head red and angry, precum leaking.

She makes a show out of it, licking one long stripe alongside the vein that ran under his shaft. Playing with his balls, she moved her lips to the head, kitten licks cleaning the precum, the salty taste invading her tastes buds, making her smile. Slowly, she sinks her mouth down on it, Eddie’s breathing getting more and more elaborated. He notices when her free hand goes inside the waistband of her skirt to play with herself,- the small act making his cock even harder - as her nose touches the unruly patch of hair that covers the base of his cock, tongue moving calmly when she pulls back out. Her movements get faster and faster and noticing that her hair is getting in the way, Eddie makes a makeshift ponytail with his hands.

Her bobbing gets messier and quicker, almost unbearable to him and she deepthroats him, the gagging almost making him cum.

He pulls her out and one long line of spit still connects her lips to his cock. She licks her lips, smiling when he says “Get up, I need to fuck your sweet little pussy before I burst.”

Eddie turns her around, making her face the mirror and props her right leg on the sink. He’s fast, lifts her skirt and shoves her panties to the side, sliding his cock inside her in one big thrust.

“Fuck, Eds, you’re filling me up so good.” she tells him, making her move faster, her hips meeting his halfway.

Eddie’s hand goes to her neck, lightly squeezing it. He steadies her head, making her look at him through the mirror.

“Look at us, baby. Look how good we fucking look. Look how good you fucking look, all blissed out, so cock drunk.”

“Fuck Eddieee, I’m gonna– fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m right after you.”

One, two, three thrusts. And they come together, her pussy grips his cock viciously as he spurs hot cum inside her. They ride out their highs together and Eddie pulls out when he feels it became too much for her.

Eddie looks around for some paper towels and delicately cleans the mess he made between her legs. He goes to clean himself up and she starts laughing and a tinge of self consciousness hits Eddie.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Can you hold me?” her voice is low and has a hint of embarrassment.

“Oh, who is needy now?” Eddie says as he hugs her. He moves her hair, exposing her neck and shoulder blade. Arms hug her waist tightly and lips kiss her exposed skin repeatedly. She laughs at his little jab.

“This was good, right Eds?” her voice was shy, a big contrast with her usually imposing self.

“This was perfect, baby. Way better than what I had imagined.”

“You thought about fucking me?”

“Baby, you would call me a perv if I told you how many times I did.”

She laughed at his answer, turning around to cross her hands behind his neck. “Good, ‘cause I’ve lost count of how many times I did too.”

It was Eddie’s turn to laugh. He kissed her, kissed her softly, lovingly, losing track of time while doing it. It’s when they finally broke the kiss to breathe that it downed on them.

“God, Eddie, we blocked the bathroom.” she giggled.

“Get dressed,” he said as he pulled his pants up. “Wanna go back to mine?”

“Would love to.”

Fuck, this is going to be the best tour of his life.

Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎

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trashmouth-richie · 2 years ago

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TWIN FLAMES 🔥 6

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

summary: damage is assessed, an explanation is given, words unsaid are finally said.

warnings: MINORS: DNI (18+ only) -mentions of violence, mentions of drug & alcohol abuse, mentions of blood, trauma, ptsd, catatonic. Etc

<w.c> 4.8k (6/??)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, mechanic!eddie

A/N: this chapter is kinda heavy, it took longer than I anticipated to write, the top image is from the 1986 film, “Stand By Me” if you’ve never seen it I highly recommend it it’s both hilarious and sad.

Ps. We finally made it to the 4th of July in this fic. 🫠 the slowest of burns and I’m sorrrrrryyyyyy 😅

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Hearing someone talking but not knowing where it’s coming from you imagine you’re floating as you feel yourself being lifted.

“Shit! Is she okay? Eddie! What the hell happened?! Let’s take them upstairs to clean up! Robin! You and Lucas take Steve to the bathroom down here and clean him up! Mike and I are taking Eddie and Y/N.” You aren’t sure who is speaking, only catching bits and pieces of it as you slide in and out of consciousness.

You feel yourself being carried up the steps in someone’s arms, the smell of blood thick in your nose as you open your eyes a sliver and see Eddie. Tears and blood are racing down his chin onto his Hellfire shirt. You look up to his face and touch it lightly with your fingers. Eddie looks down at you and sobs rake through his body as he sees your eyes are open.

“D-Dustin! She’s awake! Oh my God, I’m so sorry baby, I’m so so sorry!” He’s kissing your head as he carries you into your bedroom and heads towards the bathroom.

Eddie lays you gently on the big counter, Mike places a pillow under your head and Eddie sits next to your head as he sits on the closed toilet.

Dustin starts to look over Eddie’s cuts and nose, Eddie pushes him away, “not me! Her! Help her!” he yells as blood pools out of his mouth onto the floor.

Mike throws Eddie a towel and tells him to hold it to his mouth. Dustin looks over to you and goes beneath the sink finding a first aid kit and some tweezers. Cleaning the tweezers with some rubbing alcohol, Dustin sets everything up getting ready to take the glass out of your face.

“Alright Y/N, this is gonna suck, no fucking doubt about it, so just try to lay still and don’t move, Eddie.. come hold her hand or something so she doesn’t move.” Eddie gets up and slides next to Dustin holding your hand as tears still run down his face.

“It’ll be over soon sweetheart,” Eddie says, kissing your knuckles. “I promise.”

“Okay,” you say with a sleepy smile.

You close your eyes listening to Dustin and Eddie talk. “What hit her, Eddie? Actually, start from the beginning.. What the hell happened?! I thought she was dating Steve? How do you know her?!”

Eddie goes into a long winded speech about how you two met at Johnson’s barn party and really hit it off, how you told him you had a boyfriend and everything about the weird magnetic connection you both felt. And how he felt like he had known you his entire life and how familiar you were to him and the same for you. He explains how you had broken up with Steve the next day and how you two have been together since.

Dustin listens intently to Eddie as he picks more and more pieces of glass from your face. Eddie moves to the sink and grabs some hydrogen peroxide, dumping some into a small Dixie cup he puts it in his mouth, swishing harshly. After a long minute Eddie spits, a fountain of crimson spewing from his lips. Wincing, he bares his teeth in the mirror but thankfully none are chipped or broken, just a large cut running along the inside of his cheek, and his bottom lip is split.

“Well that explains why Steve has been acting fucking insane” Mike chirps in.

Opening your eyes slightly, you look at Mike and ask, “what do you mean?”

Mike shifts his weight from one bony leg to another, “I mean, since Saturday afternoon Steve has been acting, I don’t know, unhinged? He called all of us asking to go to Indianapolis because you two had broken up, but I already had plans with El for the weekend and Dustin was helping Susie’s family move in, and Lucas was with Max. So when none of us could hangout he went to see Billy and has been hanging around him all weekend. None of us had seen him until today when he called Dustin and sounded fucking plowed. We all went to check on him and he was snorting something and was piss drunk. He said he was driving to come and see you and we stole my mom's car, picked up Robin and flew here trying to follow him before he killed himself.”

“Special K,” Eddie says, palms pressed into his eyes. “That’s what Billy uses, it’s a downer so it wouldn’t have this kind of effect…I only know because he once kicked my ass because I refused to sell it to him, and because I don’t carry it. Rick did and some of the other dealers that Billy goes to have said that he mixes it with cocaine and snorts it all at once.”

“So if Steve was doing cocaine, special k and drinking vodka how messed up would he be?” Dustin asks.

Motioning to your face and his, Eddie all but shouts, “I mean look at us Dustin! That’s how fucked up he would be. Attacking his ex-girlfriend, smashing a fucking vodka bottle against her head. We tried to get him to calm down and leave but he was crazy!” Eddie slides onto the floor, grief over taking his body, “and I couldn’t s-stop him, I tackled him and he just wouldn’t stop. I don't know what would have happened to her if you guys hadn’t shown up. It’s my fault, I should have gotten him to leave. ” he finishes, his eyes blinking away tears.

“Eddie, no,” you say gently lifting yourself to sit on the counter, “this isn’t your fault, you didn’t force Steve to do drugs or become an alcoholic overnight. And you— you're not the one who broke up with him over the phone either.” You hang your head low accepting that this truly was your fault. Steve going off the deep end, Eddie’s bloody face, it was all your fault. You practically egged Steve on by saying Eddie was a better lover. A loud cry emerges from your chest as your body starts shaking. Eddie reaches his arms out to you, pulls you onto his lap on the floor, shushing you as he rocks you slowly side to side, one hand in your hair and the other on your back.

Dustin is walking back and forth in your bathroom looking like a broken toy glitching out. “TWIN FLAMES!”

“What?” Mike and Eddie say at the same time.

“Eddie and Y/N are twin flames! Also referred to as a Quantum Entanglement. It’s a Quantum Mechanic Theory that explains if two particles meet and vibrate and are separated no matter the distance it could be galaxies or universes, no matter the length of time they will come back to each other. And that connection is unbreakable. It defies any sort of logic and nobody can explain why it happens but it does! Have you guys tried to figure out if you've had similar things happen to you?”

Your head lifts off Eddie's shoulder and you look him in the eye. In unison you say, “drowning”. You go into detail about how you both almost drowned when you were kids. And how you have similar birthmarks on the inside of your elbows.

“See! See! Twin Flames!” Dustin yells, throwing his hands in the air. “It explains the magnetic connection and the thoughts of knowing each other on a solar level. When they meet it’s hard to be separated again. This actually explains so much, it makes sense why Y/N would dump Steve.”

“Yeah yeah you’re right Dustin!” Mike begins, “I saw Y/N and Steve at that party on Friday, they were happy! And Y/N would have never known Eddie before that because she lives here in Bridgeport and Steve doesn’t play D&D. And Eddie would never be at a pep rally or a basketball game. So she would have never bumped into him!”

You are still staring intently into Eddie’s eyes and he into yours. “It makes sense,” he whispers to you, “I told you I heard a voice in my head to go into the barn that night and then when I found you, it was like my soul was reuniting with itself, like I was meant to be there at that night, at that time to reconnect with you.”

Tears well in your eyes from both exhaustion and the explanation of your very intense feelings for a guy you had just met 48 hours ago. You kiss Eddie gently being careful of his split lip and his swollen nose.

“So what do we do from here?” You ask, “what do we do with Steve?”

Dustin and Mike both rub the backs of their necks, Dustin speaking first, “we’re going to go see how he’s doing, he’s obviously messed up but we all know Steve. He wouldn’t have done this sober or even if he was just drunk, it’s nobody’s fault. It’s just a shitty situation. But we all need to move on from it, I mean for Christ sake it’s Steve! He nicknamed himself ‘The Babysitter’!”

Eddie sits up a little straighter and adjusts you on his lap. Sitting on his leg both facing the boys, Eddie speaks, “I agree, he wouldn’t have done that sober or drunk. And I feel bad for him, special k is nothing to mess with. He probably doesn’t even know or remember what happened, depending on how much he took and what was mixed with it.” He shakes his head and rubs your back, “I will stop by Steve’s house tomorrow and talk to him and have him describe to me the shit he was on so I can help him get off of it, but for right now, I need to take care of my girl.”

Mike and Dustin fist bump Eddie and make their way out of the bathroom. You can’t believe the events that had taken place tonight.

With the younger boys gone from the bathroom, Eddie helps you stand and pulls himself off the floor, he starts a bath for you and helps you undress, lowering you into the tub and making sure you were comfortable, Eddie begins cleaning up the bathroom, spraying down the sink with a bottle of Clorox he found under the sink, he scrubs the blood down the drain, gently picking up any leftover pieces of glass on the floor and tossing them into the trash. If there was one thing Eddie knew it was that trauma could be triggered by anything. And this was definitely something traumatic that you nor him wouldn’t be able to forget anytime soon. He hurriedly went to your dresser and got you some clean pajamas.

Coming back into the bathroom, Eddie sees you sitting in the tub catatonically. You aren’t responding to him at all. He’s waving his hands in your face and shouting your name, but you aren’t hearing him, your mind frozen, stunned, shaken watching on replay as Steve pummels Eddie in front of you. The blood from Eddie’s face flying all over the living room. The sweet stank of roses being trampled and the petals squished into the carpet underneath multiple pairs of shoes.

How did this happen? Weren’t you just laying on the couch with Eddie watching Stand By Me? Didn’t you just come back from meeting Eddie’s uncle Wayne? And having sex in the shop with Eddie? You can smell the syrup from your pancake breakfast. You can feel the rough material of the life jackets on your legs and the taste of pineapple on pizza. You can feel the tiredness between your eyes as you answer the phone at 4 o’clock in the morning, and you can definitely feel the electrifying kiss a long haired metalhead gave you in the back of his van.

All the happiness you had felt the last 48 hours were laid out in front of you like a deck of cards. Like a viewfinder begging to be clicked through to find the next series of beautiful images. But you couldn’t move your hands to go to the next picture. You were stuck, staring at the damage caused by tonight’s events. It was your fault, you broke up with Steve and caused him to spiral out of control. You had Eddie stay the night with you causing him to get hurt. The blood was on your hands, the havoc seeping through your skin, etching its way across your mind. You couldn’t fathom what happened to Eddie. His sweet face, bloody and cut. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve someone who could only cause him more pain. How could he ever look at you the same after you let this happen to him?!

A faint voice is heard somewhere beyond the realm of your current state of mind. It’s calling out to you like a parent calling a child home for dinner. It’s beautiful, purring into your ear, but also tinged with desperation. Like a rainbow in the dark, a storm still blazing on, but the rainbow starts creeping through, ever so slightly to remind you it’s there. To remind you to constantly look for the positive in any situation. You reach out for it. Getting closer to it you can hear the voice more and more. The voice is sobbing, you reach out to comfort it. A warm sensation growing inside your chest, like a flame licking at oxygen begging for more. The voice is becoming clear. It’s coaxing you out beckoning you to come back with it. Your senses are returning to you slowly. You’re wet, chest deep in a pool of water. Your eyes ache from being open and one is very heavy. Vision previously failed, now fuzzy outlines of your surroundings flood back to your eyesight. The voice is even more frantic, and it’s finally clear that it’s Eddie calling to you. You felt the water shift beside you and the sudden feeling of your body being submerged under, a hand ring covered hand clutching tightly to your nose and covering your mouth.

****

“Come back to me baby, please! Please! Come back to me!” Tears are rolling down Eddie’s face stinging the cut on his lip as he tries to shake you awake out of your stupor your eyes are still staring wide open, “DUSTIN! ROBIN!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!”

Desperately thinking of whatever would wake you from this state of numbness, he jumps into the tub with his clothes still on. Water sloshing all over the floor, Eddie gets behind you and clamps one of his hands over your mouth, the other plugging your nose. He leans his body back, takes a deep breath and slides under water with you on top of him.

Opening your eyes you feel Eddie’s hands on you, feel his arms wrapped around you as you are brought upwards towards the surface of water. Gasping for air you turn around to see Eddie’s face, his eyes are bloodshot and he looks terrified, he takes a deep breath and kisses your cheek, tears falling from his eyes. Relief washing over him.

The sudden noise of feet on linoleum is heard galloping towards the tub. Eddie yells for them to wait, he clampers out of the tub and grabs as many towels as he can.

“Eddie, I’m so—I’m so sorr—” you choke out through wet sobs.

Eddie helps you out of the tub and dries you off, “shh baby it’s okay, look at me! This isn’t your fault! Okay? It’s not. Your. Fault. I’m okay, and you will be okay too, I’m just glad you’re still here with me,” he holds you tightly and kisses the top of your head, “let’s get you dressed and I’m going to change and then we can talk to Dustin, okay? Come here sweetheart.”

Eddie’s clothes are soaked. You help him get undressed and go to the bedroom to grab his bag, wringing out his clothes the best you can. You throw them over the shower wall allowing them to dry before throwing them into the dryer. With both you and Eddie dry; Robin, Dustin, Mike and Lucas make their way to your bedroom.

Eddie holds you in his arms similar to the way you were in the tub. Him leaning back on your pillows and you sitting ahead of him leaning close and snuggling into his neck, careful to avoid the right side of your face.

Robin and Lucas start talking first saying that Steve is passed out in Karen Wheeler’s car and that they will be taking him home and they will both be staying with him overnight.

“Is he going to be alright?” Eddie asks, rubbing your shoulders and lacing his fingers with yours.

Robin wipes a tear from her long lashes, “he doesn’t remember anything that happened, so it’s hard to say.. I know you wanted to go over and see him tomorrow but maybe it’s best if Y/N goes instead.”

Eddie lets out a sigh and looks down at you, his whole world in his hands. As calmly as he can he says, “No! Absolutely not! You can’t be serious?! I’m not letting her out of my sight, she’s traumatized by what happened, Robin! You didn’t see her when she was in the tub, she wasn’t even blinking! I don’t want her to be triggered by what happened by seeing him!” Eddie takes a deep breath as you squeeze his hand tightly, “I’m glad Steve doesn’t remember, I only wish we didn’t either.”

“Robin, I’m really sorry but Eddie is right, I can’t see Steve right now. At least not for a while.”

The boys, Robin and Eddie make a game plan to have Dustin and Robin tell Steve tomorrow afternoon what had happened. Mike and Lucas were taking out the trash in both bathrooms and the garbage gathered from the living room. Dustin had wiped everything down in the living room that was smeared with blood. Thankfully the carpet in the living room is maroon so a few swipes of some carpet cleaner made it look new again. All evidence that a tragic accident had happened was erased before you would ever have to see it. Agreeing that everyone should go home and get some rest, Eddie goes downstairs and makes you both some oatmeal and toast, bringing it back up to your bed.

Now that you two are alone you let your guard back down, being with Eddie has made you comfortable since you met him, and that hasn't changed. “This is good, Eddie..thank you for making it,” you say, swirling around brown sugar and milk with the cooked oats. Eddie is watching your every move like a hawk. He has taken maybe two bites making sure you’re eating.

“Eddie, I’m not made of glass I won’t break” you say while taking a bite of toast, trying to make him laugh.

A smile that doesn’t match his eyes, pulls at his lips.

You set your bowl down on your night stand and grab his away from him, setting it next to yours, “baby please, please talk to me.”

Eddie stares down at his socked feet crossed in front of him like a pretzel. He is moving his rings in circles around his fingers. “I couldn’t protect you, y/n. You got hit by a fucking bottle of vodka and I just stood there and watched. What kind of man am I if I can’t even protect my girlfriend? I’m a fucking loser, can’t even graduate high school on time. You don’t want to be with someone like me. And I don’t blame you, I’m nothing! I promised myself I wouldn’t be like my dad but I’m—I’m worse!” He slams the palms of his hands into his eyes letting out a small sob, “I thought you were d-dead. You’d passed out twice and I thought I lost you. And then in the tub you were in a daze or something, I’ve never been more scared in my whole life, and it’s all because I couldn’t stop him. I should have shoved that fucker out of the door before he could even start talking shit. But I didn’t, I just froze.” Eddie’s shoulders began to shake as his crying took over his entire body.

You wiggled your way around to him and held him as he cried. Running your hand through his hair and rubbing his back. After everything you two had been through the last few hours you couldn’t imagine anyone else by your side but Eddie. He made sure Dustin helped you first, he carried you up the steps even though he was bleeding profusely from his mouth and in a lot of pain. He was the most devoted person anyone could ever dream of being.

“Eddie? Please look at me, baby,” you said softly, moving his chin up to look at you. “You’re the most caring person I’ve ever come across. You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met, in the best ways possible. You took Wayne’s truck in to work on it on your day off and told Jimmy to take it out of your wages. You drove all the way here with two pizzas just to surprise me after I got off work, you still asked if Steve was okay and volunteered to help him after he kicked the shit out of us. When Steve said that shit about you I went absolutely feral. Because you’re not at all like you’re dad Eddie, you’re a fucking angel! So please never tell me that I don’t deserve you or say that I don’t want to be with you. That’s so far from the truth it’s not even funny. I’d pick you again and again and again, in every lifetime, I would find you, because I love you, Eddie. I love you so fucking much, you’re it for me. There will never be another for me, only you.

Eddie’s heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest. The tears fall slowly now from his eyes as he smiles widely. “You mean that? You’re not bullshitting me are you?” He says with a sniffle trying to clear his nose.

“Of course I’m not bullshitting you! Eddie, I love you! I love the way your tongue pokes out when you’re trying to concentrate on something, I love how your hair looks in the morning, I love how you care about everyone around you whether they deserve it or not. I love your passion for everything you do, and I love how you take care of me. I love you, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie’s cheeks go pink and he is trying to hide a smile.

“You know you’re the first person who has ever said that to me right? I’ve waited 19 years to hear those 3 words from just one person and it took me going to a party on the hottest fucking night in July so I could sell some drugs to a bunch of over privileged assholes in letterman jackets, to meet the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, girl I’ve ever seen, to hear it. And I would wait that long again if I knew you would be the one to say those words to me,” Eddie kisses your lips and moves slightly so he can whisper in your ear, “I love you Y/N, you’re my girl.”

The rest of the night is spent with you and Eddie spoon feeding each other oatmeal and watching Stand By Me. Giggling as Verno looks under the porch for his jar of pennies and crying with Gordie as breaks down in front of Chris about his dad hating him. The previous shitty part of the night erased by the devotion and admittance of love for eachother. The love you and Eddie have for one another is cosmic, and nothing or no one would ever change that.

****

The next morning you wake to the sound of Eddie humming lightly as he gets dressed, he’s wearing a red flannel with the sleeves cut off, black jeans littered with holes and he’s lacing up his boots. An unlit cigarette hangs out of his mouth as he plays air guitar spinning around your room. You let out a cat call whistle and giggle as he jumps out of his skin.

“Christ! Oh hell you scared the shit out of me!” Eddie says clutching his chest, he walks to the side of the bed you’re closest to and sits down, giving you a sweet kiss, “go back to bed baby I’m gonna go get us some breakfast,” he says while twisting your hair around his finger.

“Mmm, what time is it?” You ask rubbing the sleep from your eyes wincing at the swollen one.

Eddie hands you some Tylenol and a glass of water, he runs downstairs and finds an ice pack for your eye and gently helps you rest back on the pillows while placing it on your eye, “it’s around 8, I’ll be right back sweetheart, I ordered some food from the diner out off Mill Rock Rd.. I think? I looked in the phone book for it, do you kind if I borrow your car?”

“Of course not, go ahead.” you say with a smile. “Thanks for doing all of this,” you say gesturing around your body and your room with your hands.

Eddie leans down to kiss you and waves at the door with a smile across his face. The cool compress of the ice to your face and the Tylenol seem to give you small relief to the pain your head is experiencing. You drift back off to sleep lightly and wake to the smell of breakfast mixed with the light smell of smoke and Eddie’s cologne. He’s balancing two containers of food and silverware, a half gallon of chocolate milk and two plastic cups that are clamped tight between his teeth.

You sit up quickly and and reach your arms out to help Eddie. “Let me guess, you’re a one trip while bringing groceries in kind of guy.” you giggle as he smiles and plops down on the bed with you.

“Oh for sure,” he says opening a container of biscuits and gravy and handing it to you, “why make more than one trip if you don’t have to?” He opens the other container and it has hash brown and chicken fried steak with scrambled eggs.

“Again, I didn’t know what you wanted so I got a little variety, eat what you want I will pick around you.” he says, “bon appetit or whatever the saying is” he says with a laugh.

****

After finishing the breakfast and watching Eddie lick the container of biscuits and gravy clean, “what? It’s good!” he says with gravy on his cheeks and chin

Taking any opportunity you can to touch him, you grab his face and lick the gravy off of him, “mm you’re right it is good.” you say with a wink.

“Oooo, you’re being naughty this morning, sweetheart.” Eddie says. He grabs the trash and brings it downstairs. Along with the cups and chocolate milk. You get out bed and make your way to the bathroom, stopping by the mirror to assess your face. The cut which thankfully ended up being a scrape is red and angry, your right eye is catered with small bruise around it and is completely red like you yourself were the patient zero starting the zombie apocalypse. Small cuts on your face are in the beginning stages of healing, scabs trying like hell to form. You reach below the sink and find some neosporin, slathering some generously against the large gash, bandaging it with some gauze. Eddie comes into the bathroom and holds you from behind studying you as a look of bewilderment crumbles your face.

“You will always be the most beautiful girl in the world, baby.” He whispers gently into your ear.

You turn to him and smile. “You’re too good to me, how did I ever get so lucky to have you?” you say. You kiss Eddie slow and taste blood from his split lip. He winces at it as you pull away. “Here,” you say trading places with him. You apply a generous amount of neosporin to his lip. You can see the beginning of bruising aligning the bridge of his nose and under his eyes, you lightly touch it and he winces.

“This isn’t the first time my nose has been broken sweetheart, I’ll get Wayne to shift it back into place later today, no worries,” You nod reassuringly and lean up on your tippy toes to give him a small peck to his nose.

“So, what do you want to do today?” He asks, wrapping his arms around your waist, “we could get some fireworks and set them off at Lover’s Lake. We could lay low and watch corny kid movies. We could pick up Jeff and Gareth and get higher than Willie Nelson. We could paint eachothers nails and make cupcakes. We could fuck like bunnies. Whatever you wanna do baby I will do it.”

“Let’s do it all,” you say with a wicked grin.

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