#like him showing up to the trailer and eddie cleaning him up in their small bathroom and the purring is so loud in their silence

[lazer-meme]

having omegaverse steddie thoughts,,, like omega steve unconsciously purring while eddie dresses his wounds

[ddejavvu]

i imagine eddie working out in his room like doing push-ups, pulls ups, AND he’s shirtless😭😭but he’s doing it secretly and reader walk into his room and he gets all flustered and embarrassed but reader thinks it’s the hottest things she’s ever seen GOD

this post is 18+, minors dni.

If you had to guess, you'd say that Eddie is a little bit insecure. Not that he should be, you like him just the way he is, but you're friends with some of Hawkins' athletes, and at times Lucas seems to have bigger arms than your boyfriend does.

It doesn't bother you, but you think it might bother him a little. He starts wearing longer sleeves instead of his worn out muscle tanks, and you miss being able to stick your greedy fingers through the gaped sleeves to grab at his stomach. He's also started dissuading you from looking under his bed, which you think is suspicious because you already know about the porn magazines under there. Whatever he's hiding must be worse, and you're a little nervous to tell the truth. You have half a mind to ask Wayne if he's noticed anything odd lately, but you don't get the chance to because he's already gone for work by the time you get to Eddie's trailer for the day.

Eddie had said he was busy with work, so you assume he's halfway across town with sixteen pizzas in the back of his van to deliver. You decide to check beneath his bed, at the risk of ruining a possible birthday surprise, and you trek towards his bedroom with worry set low in your stomach.

His door is closed; that's an even worse sign. He doesn't have anything to hide from you or Wayne, you both know about his less-than-conventional 'side job'. When you twist the knob it opens, but slams into something hard, and you hear a familiar voice hiss 'ouch!'.

You rush into the small gap that you'd made with the door, finding Eddie on his hands and knees on the carpet. He's wearing a tank and his gym shorts, showing off his slightly trembling arms as he stumbles to his feet.

"What-" He grunts, eyes blown wide in panic, cheeks colored from exhaustion, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" You counter, eyeing him up and piecing clues together, "Were you working out?"

"No!" He snaps, chest heaving with both adrenaline from being caught, and fatigue from his exercise, "I'm- I was just cleaning my room."

There's something undeniably attractive about his look right now. Frizzy hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, red cheeks, shaky limbs, and chest heaving.

"On the floor," You narrow your eyes, "Sweaty and shaking?"

"I- That's not... yes." He doubles down with a huff, "I'm trying to get gum off of my carpet. It's hard work."

"Gum," You repeat, and he nods stiffly, "Oh, shut up."

He rears his head backwards in slight shock at your tone, but you don't give him the chance to process it before you're lunging for him. You feel like jumping him, and maybe that's what you're doing as you push him back towards his bed, your mouth firmly over his own. He lets out a muffled cry into the kiss as he falls backwards, bouncing on the mattress while you kick a foot beneath the bed.

The arch of your foot hits weights, and everything makes sense.

"Fuck," You hiss, crawling over top of him on the bed. He's looking half bewildered and half aroused, already chubbing up in his workout gear, "You've been working out?"

"Yeah," He finally admits, voice and breath shaky together, "I- I just thought that it might be nice to get a little bigger. Like- my arms, my- my muscles."

He seems mortified admitting it, but your thumb is already slipping beneath the hem of his tank top, brushing along his bare stomach. He shivers at the contact, and you dip down to kiss him again.

"That's hot," You decide, both thumbs now stroking at his waistline. His hips stutter, jerking up into your grip when you hit a particularly sensitive spot, and his breath hitches into the kiss that you press to his lips.

"Really?" He asks, lips already spit-slicked.

You nod, kissing his jaw, "Totally. Can I watch?"

He laughs, a sharp, breathy sound, "Babe- mm, fuck," You nip lightly at his neck, kissing the mark after, "You can watch me work out every day if you're gonna maul me like this."

[divineecelestial]

Pretty Girl [ 2 ] — Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary — Eddie doesn't like when other guys talk about his girl. You think he's stupid because you're not his girl. He proves you wrong.

Word Count — 2.8k

Warnings — Graphic depictions of sexual activity, kinda mean!eddie, enemies to lovers banter, thigh riding, light face slapping, dirty talk

Part One

18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI

The old metal of the trailer creaked as the door slammed closed. With a wavering hand squeezing his blood-stained nostrils, Eddie glanced away from his reflection in his mirror and poked his head from the restroom doorway. His eyebrows furrowed as he recognized the quick and light footsteps approaching him.

He had practically pleaded with Dustin to not make any more phone calls. He was already embarrassed, more exasperated with the number of times he’s had to stuff his nose with clean tissues, and didn’t want to deal with the scolding and teasing from his friends. Thankfully, none of them had arrived, but, of course, you weren’t like any other person he’d ever met and drove over. If things were different and he wasn’t squeezing his nose with blood seeping beneath his fingernails, he would have paid more attention to the fact that you were there for him. But, stupidly of him, he didn’t think about that. “You came?” He asked, his voice nasally as he squeezed his nose firmly.

Your eyebrows furrowed together with obvious confusion as you neared him. “Of course, I came. Dustin said you needed me.” Now, that wasn’t something he could easily disregard. He wasn’t even sure you knew you had said those words, far too concerned with the pile of bloodied tissues in the corner of the room. You came because he needed you. You pushed his hand aside, carefully tilting his head back and he wordlessly complied. “What happened?”

Now, this was where things became awkward. Roughly an hour ago, Eddie saw something he definitely shouldn’t have. From across the hallway, he watched you. This wasn’t anything new, he could watch you for as long as he could if given the chance, but what was new was the guy across from you. He keeps telling himself he isn’t jealous, couldn’t possibly be. The words overspread his thoughts, suffusing every crevice and space of his head as he watched the spectacle. Maybe, just maybe, if he said the words enough, he’ll eventually believe them. He had to. There isn’t any reason for him to be internally seething with jealousy. You weren’t his. But, God, watching you smile like that because of some random guy was more than enough to have him become nauseous. Seriously, he could feel revulsion bubbling within him.

After you dismissed yourself with a small wave and watched with unfamiliar wrath as this prick motioned for his friends to check you out as you walked away and made a bet on who could fuck you first, he came to a final and startling conclusion. You were his. And that ass these dicks were checking out was definitely not theirs, only his. You ascended up the stairwell and he caught the faintest glance of beneath your skirt. Yeah, that ass and you were only his.

He explained some of what happened and he couldn’t restrain the pleased smile as the concerned softness on your expression deteriorated and was replaced with the familiar annoyance. “You can’t fight people just because they were talking to me.” You sneered.

He removed the small tissue from his nose. “Of course, I can,” He said casually, unbothered by the possessiveness he was displaying. Your glare hardened. “I know you’re mad at me, but you look so good right now.” You did. The sheen of your lipgloss was reflecting from his bedroom light and your hair was styled just how he liked it. 

If you were nerved by his words, you didn’t show it. “You could have gotten seriously hurt.” Even though you were pissed with him, nothing new, your honey-laced words rejuvenated him like a gulp of fresh air. Those butterflies fluttered inside him, threatening to tear through his skin and fly amongst your aura. 

He smiled boyishly. “You look really beautiful in this skirt, by the way. It really suits you.”

His bloodstained fingers gingerly plucked at the bottom of your skirt, lifting the fabric teasingly before dropping it. “You are infuriating.” You said through clenched teeth.

“And you are quite possibly the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” 

There was a flash of something in your gaze and he wouldn’t have even caught the change if he hadn’t been mesmerized by the color of your eyes. You blinked and it was gone. “What the hell were you even thinking?” You didn’t know why you even asked. This moron obviously wasn’t thinking. 

Another lovesick smile. “You’re all I think about.” His finger caressed the skin above your knee. “You care about my well-being, gorgeous?”

You visibly swallowed. “No, not at all.” You said and you weren’t even convinced by the declaration. 

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unconvinced as well. “Oh, really?” He asked.

You narrowed your eyes. “Yes, really.”

Eddie’s dubious stare remained on you as he thought for a moment. “You might be able to lie to everyone else and have them fooled, but I can always tell and you’re lying right now.”

You crossed your arms across you chest and chuckled humorlessly. “So you think you know everything about me now?” You didn’t know how to feel about being seen so clearly. 

He leaned further back against his bedframe and you despised that he behaved with such a casualness, an obvious nonchalance while you were straining to remain as stoic as you could manage. “No, I do know everything about you and I know deep down you like me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t like anything about you.” You lied straight through your teeth, your glittering eyes glowing with a wave of irate anger reserved solely for him. You knew you were lying because there was a different layer of him you were discovering every day and you hated it. you hated that he wasn’t as terrible as you initially thought he was. 

“Tell me more.” He demanded, slowly looming closer to you.

“I’m not flirting with you,” You clarified, “This isn’t some dirty talk.”

His face was disconcertingly close to you and even though you pretended the close proximity disgusted you, you didn’t move. “You’re right. This is better.” And for a moment, neither of you said something. “I never noticed your eyes were this pretty.” He could see you; the depths of your eyes illuminated beneath the light, each shadow accustomed to the shadows and darkness glistening on display for him. Small wrinkles creased by your eyes as you softly smiled, a tenderness reserved for him at that moment, and damn, he swore his breath was yanked from his lungs at the sight. “Don’t look at me like that.” He suddenly said.

You blinked, confused. “What?”

“The way you’re looking at me, it’s turning me on.”

Your expression transformed into disbelief before glancing down at his crotch, merely a few inches away. “Are you seriously hard right now?” 

He grinned shamelessly. “Can you blame me?” He asked brazenly. “Look at you.” Truth be told, if it was regarding you, it didn’t take much at all for him to get hard.

You refrained from expressing how much you like this. “It’s been less than fifteen minutes and you already have a boner. Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

There wasn’t any hesitation as he answered. “Absolutely.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop distracting me.” You pushed his head back again, closely examining inside. The bleeding had stopped and there didn’t appear to be any visible fractures. He would be okay with some ice. “So what were they even saying?” You asked, referring to moment that apparently started everything.

Eddie stiffened, hardly noticeable. “Doesn’t matter. I took care of it.”

“If it’s about me, I deserve to know.”

A moment passed and then another, and he didn’t answer. You were going to ask again in a much more demanding and firmer way when he suddenly sighed heavily. “They were making bets on who could fuck you first.” You could the admission burn his tongue like acrid poison.

Your breathing hitched as you processed his admittance. “You were defending me?” You quietly asked. This definitely made things worse for you. The reason he was starting fights, bruising his knuckles with dark redness and scrapes and scratches, was because they were talking about you. Eddie Munson was defending you in his own perverse way.

“Obviously. You’re not up for grabs. You’re mine.” The way he spoke with careless possession shook you to the core. It was as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And you supposed to him, it was.

Your walls were slowly tumbling and crashing down. Fix it, your brain screamed. “I’m not yours.”

He smirked and it was almost devilish. “Not yet.”

“Not ever.” You corrected, choosing to ignore the fire coursing through you.

That insolent smirk never dwindled. “I see you’re still pretending you aren’t madly in love with me.” He said with sweet amusement.

Any and all snarky remarks were stolen from you as his hand gently touched your thigh. So soft. So tender. Fucking fix it, your brain screamed. “I hate you.” Was all you could pathetically manage.

His touch was so simple, feather-light, but it left fire trails on your skin. “If you hated me, you wouldn’t have let me cum for you.”

Another observation you couldn’t find a response for. “A mistake that’s never happening again.”

His hand moved upward, so slow you were restraining yourself from shoving his hand beneath your clothes. “You liked it. I know you did.” He said and you despised knowing this was nothing but the truth. He was confronting you, teasing you because you couldn’t deny it. If you really didn’t like watching him stain his clothes with cum, you wouldn’t have allowed it to happen. You would’ve punched him, reported him, done anything other than spread your legs and tease him. You didn’t like it, you loved it. “I bet you touched yourself when you got home.”

You did. You touched yourself with your fingers until they ached, came with muffled screams as you shoved your face into a pillow until your vibrator’s batteries died, and you even used your showerhead. Hearing him moan and whine like a pathetic boy was fucking filthy and you were soaking through your panties by the time you stepped inside your room.

He took your silence as admission. “Fuck, you really did, didn’t you?” He could feel the warmth radiating from beneath your skirt, teasing his fingertips. If he wasn’t hard enough earlier, he was now. He twitched beneath his jeans. “Sit on my lap.”

Don’t do it. “You’re delusional if you think I’m gonna—”

“Don’t be a fucking brat and sit on my lap.” Your brain was losing and you were thinking with your body—your body that was craving him like he was some addicting drug. Without another word, you slowly crawled to him and plopped down on his clothed thigh like you were always meant to be there. You could feel him throbbing against your clit. He was big and thick. His eyes closed for a second, processing what was happening. This was a slice of heaven served to him on a golden platter. “Get yourself off on my thigh, pretty girl. Make a mess for me.”

And just like that, any delusion you might’ve had that you were capable of turning him down, was flushed down the drain. “What?” You asked breathlessly. In that moment, he could’ve demanded you kiss his sneakers and you would’ve fluttered your eyelashes at him as you did so. 

He gripped your face with a firmness that might’ve made you whimper if you weren’t so shocked. He squeezed your cheeks with one hand, forcing your lips into a teasing pout. “Rub that pretty pussy on my thigh and make yourself cum.” He wasn’t asking. This was a demand he knew you were going to do for him.

You released a wavering breath as you began to move against him and you could hear your arousal clinging against his jeans. This was embarrassing. But not to him. He was probably sick enough to lick your juices from where you’d been rubbing. “Suck on my fingers and keep those pretty eyes open. Look at me, baby.” His fingers that weren’t tainted by his own blood were inside your mouth and you eagerly sucked, licking and kissing them as if they were his leaking cock. Your lips were flushed as you hollowed your cheeks and he watched you drooled on his fingers with heart eyes. “You are fucking beautiful. Let me see those pretty tits.”

There wasn’t any hesitation this time as you lifted your blouse, displaying your breasts and pinching yourself. Another twitch from his cock and he jerked his hips, earning a soft moan from you. “I could cum just by looking at them, pretty girl.”

You removed his fingers from your mouth. “Call me that again,” Your voice was soft, breathless, and laced with a vulnerability he’d never heard from you before. “Please.” Desperate. Needy.

The arrogant smirk on his pink lips was annoying and you wanted to sit on his face so you wouldn’t have to see it. “Aw, you like being called my pretty girl?” There wasn’t any thoughts floating within your mind. All you could think of was the liquid lava moving through your bloodstream as you rubbed your clit against his cock faster. You only nodded. “I thought you hated me? But look at you, drooling for my cock.”

It was pathetic because you were drooling. You were never going to hear the end of this. He slapped your cheek lightly, pleasantly stinging. His touch didn’t hurt, it never did, but it did get a message across. “Let me hear those pathetic sounds. You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m gonna let you not make any noise.” He was going to memorize and repeat this moment for every time he spit in his hand and jerked himself off. He needed to hear you. He was losing his composure and there was another slap. “I’ve been wanting this for years so fucking moan and say my name.”

“O-Oh, my fucking God, this feels so fucking good.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, quickening your pace. Your facade of disgust and hatred disappeared. “Fuck yes, Eddie!” His hands gripped your waist, fingers dipping into the skin of your ass, and he pushed you down harder against him. “Just like that. Just like that.”

His warm and erratic breaths brushed against your jaw. The softness of his lips kissing and sucking as he moaned against your skin. “Come on, baby, make me cum. You can do it, just keep rubbing that pussy on me. Give it to me.”

His mouth moved against your breasts, kitten-licking your peaked nipples before sucking. Something inside you snapped and there was nothing but blinding pleasure, strong enough to steal the moans and air from your throat as you chased your pleasure. Your eyes closed before there were smaller and quick slaps against your cheek. “Look at me when you cum.” His calloused hand slowly drifted to your throat, a firm and shaky grip.

His body twitched and squirmed beneath you as he whimpered against your chest, tongue swirling against your nipple and his hand squeezing the other. Your movements slowly came to a stop and he released your breast with a playful pop. 

His fingertips gently caressed the softness of your cheek, lingering a moment longer on each mark coloring her skin. You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his hand as you closed your eyes. You listened to the hard and quick patter of her heart, to each slow and deliberate breath of his, and the rustling of the leaves outside. And you swore if you listened closely enough, you would’ve heard the thumping beneath his chest. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” He whispered, a thought escaping his quivering mouth before he could even process his own voice. You ruined him, tore out his thumping heart with your manicured nails, and devastated him—a devastation he craved, needed like the blood coursing through his veins. He would’ve bruised his knees worshipping the floor you stepped on. You had undoubtedly ruined him and he couldn’t do anything about it but thank you.

In a daze, you tangled your fingers in his hair and pressed your glossed lips against his. He couldn’t breathe. You were kissing him, drunk from your orgasm, bare skin against his thick cock, and he couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. He didn’t move. He didn’t kiss you back. At the lack of reciprocation, you pulled away.

The softness of your lips lingered on his, a ghostly remnant of a daydream he’s had for as long as he could remember. His eyes slowly fluttered open, shock swirling in the pools of darkness. His breathing hitched as he forced himself to breathe. Slow and steady. But he couldn’t because he swore he could almost still taste you. Outside, inside the community and neighborhoods of Hawkins, no one would’ve guessed Hawkin’s It-Girl kissed him, your sweet perfume entangled with his cheap cologne. That’s something nobody could’ve predicted, including himself. Well, and that you rode him until you made yourself and him cum.

Your hair cascaded across your skin as you tilted your head, trying to decipher the gleam in his eyes. Your lips were flushed as if you’d been gnawing on them, and you almost pouted at what you thought was rejection. Disappointment colored your expression and you scooted away from him, suddenly uncomfortable with the silence of the room. “I’m sorry I kissed you.” You stood from him and straightened your clothes, readjusting them. “Let’s just forget about it.”

And you were out the door before he could explain that he literally couldn’t talk or function because his dream girl made him cum so hard he was seeing stars.

Shit.

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[fuctacles]

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The storm comes to a head late at night in the form of knocking at his front door. It's muffled, but the space is small enough for him to hear. Confused, he closes his book to have a peek at his porch. He doesn't see anyone, but the weird knocking continues, followed by scratching. That eases his worries immediately and he opens up the door without much thought. Sure enough, his dog friend is sitting on the porch.

"What are you doing here this late?" Eddie asks, looking around as if the owner could show up out of the darkness with pitchforks and accusations. He moves to the side. "Come in, I don't think Steve wants to see me anyway. Leave as much hair as you want." Eddie smiles dryly at the dog.

Without a word, well, obviously, it's a dog, but without even a look in his direction, the dog moves towards his bedroom.

"Came in for sleepy cuddles, huh?" Eddie chuckles to himself. He latches back the door and moves towards the kitchen to grab a snack for himself and the dog. He's putting an extra slice of ham on a plate when a voice startles him, coming in from the closed doors to his bedroom.

Unmistakably human. Unmistakably Steve's.

"Uh, Eddie? Can I borrow some pants?"

Eddie's brain reruns a whole passage on mimics from his monster manual. Then on faeries and demons and goes straight into thoughts of Demogorgons. His walkie is in the bedroom.

"Eddie?"

He does the next best thing and grabs the heaviest pan he can find.

"I can hear you man," Steve's voice comes with a sigh when he approaches the door. "I swear it's me and I'm sorry for scaring you, I'll explain everything in a minute." Eddie lowers the pan. "But I'd really like to be wearing pants while I do that."

The request is weird enough to settle his nerves and finally open the door. And sure enough, there is Steve Harrington, butt-naked save for the blanket he wrapped himself in. 

"What the fuck?" Eddie risks speaking up, his grip on the panhandle tightening. He glances towards his window. It's closed and all the trinkets on the sill below remain untouched. "Where's my dog?" he asks next, eyes dropping to the floor.

"Come on, man." Steve's fingers twist in the fabric of the blanket, and his face is a picture of pure distress. 

Eddie decides to show some mercy and, not taking his eyes off the intruder, inches his way to the dresser where he fishes out that one pair of hand-me-down sweats he's never fully grown into. They should be big enough to fit Harrington's ass. If that even was him.

He throws the pants at Steve, who fumbles to catch them while keeping the blanket covering him up. They stare at each other for a long while until Steve raises his eyebrows expectantly. 

"You gonna turn around or...?"

Eddie shakes his head stubbornly. He crosses his arms for good measure, despite the pan making it awkward and uncomfortable.

"I'm only half convinced you're not a mimic. Or a Vecna hallucination. So no, I'm not turning my back on you," he scoffs.

Steve's eyes widen at the mention of their last demonic opponent. He seems to understand Eddie's reservations a little bit better. 

"I swear I'm not," he says softer, looking guilty for scaring his friend even further than he already had. "I'm sorry for freaking you out," he continues, turning around himself. The blanket drops and Eddie never had another butt-ass naked man in his bedroom before. Golden boy Steve, too, among his band posters and trailer trash glory? A truly poetic sight. 

"I just had to come clean."

Steve bends over and the sweats don't get pulled up fast enough for Eddie to miss the twin moles on his right cheek.

He turns back around quickly, scratching his forearm self-consciously.

"Dustin's right, I'm just making it more difficult than it has to be."

Okay, so maybe involving Henderson didn't backfire as badly as Eddie feared. On the other hand, he had half-naked Steve Harrington, squirming uncomfortably at his place, so it was hard to tell. 

"Well, I'm here and listening, so you can go any moment now," Eddie prompts him, leaning against his desk. He observes Steve open and close his mouth hesitantly, and rolls his eyes. "Okay, kitchen," he commands, straightening up. When Steve doesn't move, he points at the door with his pan. "You go first, I don't trust that you're not gonna turn into something else."

Steve has made half a step when his eyes widen.

"You figured it out?"

Eddie raises his eyebrows, pan twisting in his grip half-threateningly. 

"So you are a mimic?"

"I don't know what a mimic is!" Steve groans, frustrated. "I just turn into a dog."

At first Eddie's ready to scoff, maybe throw the pan at him, but as he studies Steve's expression, he frowns. Slowly, he connects the dots in his brain.

"You've been the dog all this time?"

Steve nods.

"That's why I never saw you? Because you were right there, turned into a fucking dog?" he asks incredulously.

"Yeah," Steve admits, folding in on himself like he wanted to disappear.

Eddie puts the pan aside and starts pulling his rings off, one by one. Steve eyes him warily, and it takes him a moment to speak up.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

Eddie looks him calmly in the eye.

"I'm going to punch you now, and I don't want to cut you up."

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[sweetyyhippyy]

Diner Girl. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *Fluff*

Summary: Eddie stops by a diner after a gig at The Hideout. His waitress catches his eye and he's head over heels immediately.

Word Count: 1.9k

TW: Eddie being in love and flirty. Reader has one very specific description of having a dimple. Mentions of food and eating. Reader is witty and just as flirty as Eddie. Eddie being a total music snob. Love sick idiots.

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Eddie felt like he was going to knock out any minute. All of the adrenaline from performing at The Hideout tonight was wearing out, and he needed some sort of fuel fast, there was no way he was going to make it back home without falling asleep at the wheel. 

He knew of a little dinky diner on the way back to the trailer park, Sunny’s Diner, that would be open at this hour. 

The entire diner was empty other than a few of the workers back in the kitchen and a waitress cleaning one of the tables. Shitty disco music blasting from the jukebox in the front of the restaurant. 

“Be with you in a second, honey!” A girl calls out from across the diner, quickly looking up to acknowledge him but looking back down quickly to go back to cleaning. “Take a seat wherever.” 

Eddie slides into a booth at the front of the restaurant, grabbing the menu from the holder and scanning through it while he decides if he wanted waffles or a burger. 

“Hi there, I’ll be your waitress for the night. Is there anything that I can get you right now, hon?” 

Eddie looks up at the girl standing by him quickly, doing a double take once he saw how cute she was. “Uh, um.” He fumbles with the menu as he stares at her with, what he had no doubt, the stupidest look on his face. 

She huffs out a small laugh. “Do you need a second?” 

“No, no. Um, can I just get a coffee for now, please?” He smiles up at her, all of his teeth showing. 

“Coffee hasn’t been fresh in hours, you sure?” She raises a worrisome eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah it’ll be fine. Nothing that some sugar can’t fix.” Eddie watches as she walks away toward the kitchen, the cute little yellow uniform she was wearing catching his eye because of how nice her legs looked. 

She had the cutest smile he had seen, a deep dimple on the left side of her face. Her hair covered her nametag and she hadn’t introduced herself when she walked up to take his order, so he had no idea what her name was, but whatever it was, he was sure it was as cute as she was. 

A plain white coffee cup appears in front of him, waking him from his train of thought. 

“Sugar is there in that little container. Do you want any creamer or anything?” 

“No, that's okay. But I’m ready to order. Would you recommend the waffle breakfast plate or the cheeseburger?” He tries his best to sound smooth and suave. 

She grimaces, biting back a smile. “Not going to lie, those hamburger patties are frozen, and probably have been since 1955.” She giggles. “Don’t tell anyone I told you that though.” She whispers to him.

Eddie laughs back, nodding his head and folds his menu back up. “Waffle breakfast plate it is then. Unless those waffles are from 1955 too, then we might have some issues.” 

She finishes writing on her notepad, that cute little dimple showing. “No, the waffles are a lot better. We got those shipped back in ‘72. A lot more fresh.” She jokes before walking away again. 

Eddie’s heart was fluttering in his chest, her eyes were just as sweet as the rest of her face and her voice. He absentmindedly reaches for the sugar packets on the other side of the table, taking 3 of the pink packets and sprinkling the sugar into the cup. 

His mind was swimming with ideas on how he was going to ask her for her number, hoping by whatever higher power there was out there that she was interested in him. And hoping that she was single, although there was going to be no way in hell that someone as beautiful and sweet as her wouldn’t have someone at home waiting for her. 

He takes a big swig from the cup, immediately gagging on the stale coffee and spitting it back out into the cup. “Fucking christ.” 

From the counter he hears a loud giggle. He turns to look at the source of the laugh, finding the cute waitress hiding her smile behind her hand and a fit of giggles coming from her. 

Eddie grabs the napkin from the table, wiping his mouth off. “Oh, is that funny to you? What kind of poison did you put in that cup?” 

She comes from behind the counter, a steaming pot of newly brewed coffee in her hand. “I told you the pot hadn’t been fresh in hours. Not many people come in here after 8pm wanting coffee.” She swaps his tainted cup out for a new one, pouring new coffee into it. “Most people are sleeping at this hour.” 

“Did you make that new pot just for me?” Eddie winks at her, getting more sugar packets and sprinkling them in. 

She rolls her eyes at him, biting a smirk back. “Actually, I wanted some coffee too. I still have 3 more hours at this place and I need something to keep me awake.” 

“You mean all these customers in here aren’t enough to keep you busy? Shit, you’re swimming right now.” He fidgets with the handle of the cup the longer she looks at him, feeling nerves in his stomach. 

“A comedian.” She teases, making herself laugh. “I’m going to go check on your food, I’ll be right back.” She smiles again. 

Eddie blows out a breath, rubbing his cheeks. He hadn’t felt this way about a girl in years, someone who was sweet, but could banter back with him and take a joke. He watches her at the pickup window, unintelligibly talking with the cook on the other side. 

He had already planned in his head where he wanted to take her on their first date, that he would try to hold her hand - if she would let him. 

“A waffle breakfast plate. I sweet talked the chef into putting some chocolate chips on top.” 

“Oh, thank you.” He smirks at her. “You know, these waffles are huge, I might not be able to finish all of this by myself. Why don’t you sit with me and have a bite to eat? Maybe I can get to know you better?” 

“Wow.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Does this whole cute puppy dog eyes and sweet smile thing usually work for you?” 

“I don’t know, you let me know. Is it working?” 

She stands next to the table for a few seconds before finally sliding in across from him. “Might have worked a little bit.” She responds, taking one of his forks and picking at one of the strawberries on the plate and popping it in her mouth. 

Eddie drops his jaw dramatically, pretending to be shocked. “Hey! I wanted that one.” Eddie jokes.

***

“Don’t be a snob!” She laughs loudly. “Saturday Night Fever wasn’t a bad movie!” 

Eddie rolls his eyes sarcastically before groaning. “Oh, please! The soundtrack alone was god awful. Add John Travolta in those ugly ass white bell bottoms.” He fake gags.

“You’re telling me you weren’t down with the disco fever? The Bee Gees? Earth, Wind, and Fire? Donna Summer?! Come on Donna Summer is a legend already. You never watched Soul Train?” 

“Oh my god I should walk out of here right now.” He jokes. “You haven’t heard real music have you? Van Halen, Judas Priest, Skid Row, and the god of music himself, Ozzy Osborne. That’s real music sweetheart.” Eddie says matter of factly. 

��Well Mr. Headbanger’s Bash, you’ll have to show me real music then since I’m so uneducated.” 

Eddie all but jumped out of his seat at her bringing up seeing him again. 

She turns her wrist to look at her watch, her face turning down. “My manager will be here in 10 minutes and will kill me if I’m sitting down eating with a customer. I gotta start cleaning up.” 

“Oh. Well, do you get off soon then? Maybe I can give you a ride home, if you don’t have one?” 

As she slides out of the booth, she smirks at him. “How do I know you’re not a serial killer?” 

“Does this look like the face of a serial killer?” Eddie puts in his best smile for her, batting his dark eyelashes at her.

Her eyes roll in the back of her head at his cheesy line. “My car is parked in the parking lot. You can walk me to my car. I’ll come find you when I’m off.” 

Eddie practically melts into the booth, his cheeks getting hot and flutters in his stomach. 

*** 

“Alright, you Eddie Van Halen lookalike, you wanna walk me to my car?” 

Eddie snorts out a laugh as he slides out of the booth. “Ah, so you do know Van Halen? You do have taste.” He follows her out the door, shivering when the crisp fall breeze hits his face. 

"Yeah, Van Halen is hot.” She says purposely, hoping he got the hint. “So I have to ask you, you spent 4 hours drinking shitty coffee and eating waffles that came from a box. Our food and coffee aren’t that good, so what do you really want?” 

“I think you know the answer to that question.” Eddie says shyly. 

“No, no because I’ve been wrong about this type of thing before. Men come in flirting with me in hopes they don’t have to pay for their food. I want to be sure. I’m not falling for a pair of pretty eyes again.”

"She thinks I have pretty eyes." Eddie thinks to himself.

They walk up to her beat up black car, both of them leaning against the side of it.  

“I want to take you on a date, if you’re interested. I think you’re beautiful, you’re funny. I want to get to know you more.” Eddie’s confidence is long gone from his body. It was like he was 14 again and asking a girl out for the first time.

She leans forward and kisses his cheek softly, internally giggling like a little girl that she had the guts to kiss him. 

It took everything in Eddie not to melt onto the parking lot asphalt at the peck on his cheek. “I’ll uh, take it you’re interested.” 

“Very interested.” She digs into the pocket of her apron and pulls out a piece of paper. “I’m expecting to hear from you by the time I have to come back to this dump tonight… But not before noon, I need to sleep.” She smirks to him.

Eddie unfolds the paper, seeing her phone number and address scribbled on one of the ticket she takes orders on.  

“Yeah, I promise. I’ll call you. Scouts honor.” He holds up his hand, giving her the Vulcan hand gesture. 

She furrows her brows at him, confused by the hand gesture. “You know that… you know what, never mind.” She shakes her head at him,  grabbing her keys from her purse. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” She slides her key into her car, unlocking it. 

Eddie reaches for the door handle and opens it for her, pulling the door back to let her in. “Ma’am.” He says with his thickest southern accent he could muster up.

She gets into her car, throwing her bag into the passenger side. “Well I’ll be waiting for your call then Van Halen.” 

Eddie gently shuts her door, stepping back while she pulls out of her parking spot, giving him a small wave before she drives off. 

“Holy shit.” Eddie laughs in disbelief that she was actually interested in him. He looks at the paper in his hand, pink ink scribbled onto the paper with the words:

Thank you for actually being sweet and making me laugh all night. I can’t wait to show you disco isn’t as bad as you think. xoxo ♡

[catharusustulatus]

Steddie Drabble, TW: child abuse.

Initially, Wayne doesn’t care for Steve. Calls him “the Harrington boy” or “Richard’s son” with contempt, asks if “Richard’s son” is coming over for dinner again and Eddie just rolls his eyes and says “yes, Wayne, STEVE is coming over at 7.” Wayne doesn’t like him because…well, he’s not stupid to judge a book by its cover, he thinks.

But the fifth time Harrington comes over, he brings a bouquet of flowers, and Eddie, well, his cheeks are redder than the spaghetti sauce Wayne’s been stirring, so that’s something.

And then the sixth time Steve comes over, he brings Wayne a Garfield magnet. It’s small, “found it at the thrifty mart with Robin, I’m sorry it’s not brand new…” Steve mumbles, and Eddie is wide eyed and smiling, and Wayne LOVES Garfield. He puts it on the fridge, pats Steve on the back, says “um, thank you son.”

They fall into a pattern, the three of them. Steve comes over for dinner every Friday night after work. He dresses clean and is polite to Wayne, helps with the dishes, sometimes brings bread rolls or licorice or beer or jokes. Eddie starts setting the table. Wayne starts laughing at the jokes. After Steve leaves, Wayne knows Eddie smiles himself to sleep. It’s different, now.

And then the next time Steve is supposed to come over for dinner, he doesn’t show. Eddie had been making macaroni and cheese all evening, grating the cheese carefully as he bopped his head to some metal song, cheerful, and then it was 7 and then it was 8 and then Wayne thought “maybe call him, Ed.”

Nobody answers. When they call again, nobody answers. And Wayne has a bad feeling about it.

It isn’t until almost 11, dinner cold and Eddie pacing, about to radio someone named Robin when Steve’s car pulls up, they know the lights so well. They run outside to greet him and Eddie freezes when Steve starts falling out of the drivers seat, face dark and pained. Wayne jumps into action. Wayne catches Steve and hauls him into the trailer, his living room, and oh god, he’s covered in bruises like he was put through Eddie’s cheese grater, and oh god, Eddie’s broken out into tears behind him.

Steve’s left eye is swollen shut, and his face is purple and bloody. His lip is split and his hair is wild, his shirt is torn, and Wayne wonders what’s underneath the shirt as he gets the first aid kit, wonders how the hell he thought Steven was anything other than an angel.

Eddie gets a dish towel wet in the kitchen and cleans Steve’s face, quiet and crying, and Wayne sets the first aid kit down next to Eddie and makes some coffee. He thinks about talking, doesn’t. Touches the Garfield magnet for good luck. He feels like maybe Steve needs it.

Steve who is holding Eddie’s wrist as he cleans him up, wincing and crying from his good eye. Finally, after a silence that gives Wayne heartburn, Eddie sits back on his heels and says whisper quiet, “your dad?”

Steve gulps, blinks. “My uh, my dad. I was writing you uh, uh a love note.” Eddie looks over at Wayne. Wayne wipes his brow. “But uh, he found it, and your name’s not uh, Edith” Steve lets out a chuff, winces again. “So he asked what was going on, and I told him. I told him. And then he said I had one minute to take it back or he’d make me take it back.” Eddie lets out a small gasp, more like a howl, and sits completely on the floor. Wayne sits down at the table, cold mac and cheese looking like a sick joke. And he’s so mad. Wayne is so, so mad, seeing this young man who so obviously loves his pride and joy, shares in his pride and joy, who brings him apples to make apple pie, he growls out

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Steven, not one thing. You stay here long as you like, hell, don’t leave. We got you, boy.”

And that’s that. Steve crumples in on himself, and Eddie pulls him into a big hug, just holds him, rocks him, coos “a love note, huh, sweetheart? For me?” And Steve nods until he nods off.

The next morning, while Robin takes care of Steve, Wayne and Eddie break into Steve’s room, clear out everything he owns, and slash his dad’s tires. That was Wayne’s idea - the least he could do for a loved one.

[trashmouth-richie]

𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫

1.3k | just for fun since it’s blizzarding here rn

The wind blustered against the cracked windshield. Sending waves of sleet and snow against the van, hitting like gravel against the tin body. 

He silently curses himself for not getting the windshield fixed before winter came. A huffed breath drags from him, little puffs of frigid air in the cold interior of the van, as he attempts to blow warmth to his chilled to the bone fingers. Aching from the repetitive motions from work. 

Eddie’s life didn’t end up how he had planned. The rockstar gig was nothing more than that— a gig.  One show maybe two a month at the hideout, a small little escape into the world he once was determined to get to. 

But life had other plans for him. Things he never saw coming. 

The sharp right turn into Forest Hills was blanketed by thick drifts of snow, covering the usual pot holes. Still he avoided them anyway— the last thing he needed was a blown tire in this weather. 

Forecast called for  “1-3 inches” but what the stuck up weather man didn’t predict was the wind.  

The wind brought with it freezing temperatures, a high of barely four degrees. He called Wayne on his break, telling him he’d stop by after work and shovel his pickup out so he could make his shift tonight, but Wayne only grunted and told Eddie he was perfectly capable of doing it himself, just to get home safe. 

The ill maintained roads were horrible, his tires slid and skid anytime he tapped the brakes or eased on the gas pedal, making the usual ten minute drive home turn into twenty, then thirty. 

He was crabby, hungry and itching for a cigarette, but the gas stations were closed for the upcoming storm, leaving an itch in his jaw that drove him mad. 

Anything and everything that could go wrong in one day had. Equipment broke, most of the shift hadn’t shown up due to the storm causing him to work in place of two other jobs on top of his own. The lunch he brought was left in the van by mistake after hurrying to get punched in when his alarm hadn’t gone off. 

And now throwing the van in park he realized he never turned the lights off in his rushed attempt to make it to work on time. 

Punching the steering wheel he curses again, the light bill would be outrageous next month. 

The van door was stuck, probably frozen from the outside, and he shoved his shoulder into the frame to try to loosen it enough so he could get out. The wind hit him like a freight train, stealing his breath and pelting his face, chapping his cheeks red and ruddy. 

Rage filled his lungs as his sweat soaked bandana started to feel like a frozen sheet of ice on his head. Crunching his curls into icicles. 

The cold air seeped through his jeans, and he shivered when his boots sunk into the snow. Dropping his keys three separate times into the snow, Eddie yelled into the night. 

 And if he weren’t so mad he might have noticed a set of footprints leading from your trailer to his. 

He might have heard the radio buzzing about the incoming bad weather. 

He might have smelled a delicious slurry of cooked meat, beans and tomatoes boiling on the stove. 

The front door was frozen too, and when he finally jimmied the handle and flung the door open, he nearly burst into tears. 

The place is spotless. 

Ashtrays were emptied and sparkling like the countertops, the heap of clothes on top of his washer were folded and put away. A candle is lit on the table. You must have brought your own vacuum over because his hasn’t worked since the 70s. 

The small patch of linoleum under his feet was swept, his other pair of work boots and shoes were lined up neatly against the wall. A new rag thread utility rug was also underfoot. 

His eyes brimmed hot with tears at the sight of his clean house, and you, standing at the stove with a wooden spoon to your lips.

“Hi! Made a cobbler with that jar of peaches from Joyce Byers,” you chirp, pulling the oven door open and placing the dessert dish onto the potholders, “I know it’s not the season for it but it just sounded so good.”

It wasn’t your mess and you shouldn’t have to clean up after a grown man. But you do, and Eddie is more than grateful for your caring heart, for how sweet you are to him even on days he wants nothing more than to rot on the couch and feel sorry for himself. 

His eyes soften, and before you can ask him how his day was, he’s grabbing your cheeks with ice cold hands, bringing his frigid mouth to the warmth of your temple before kissing the tomatoey stain from your lips. 

He sighs into you, his body releasing all the pent up anger and pain from the day. Solace of your arms melted away the glacial cold from within him. 

The kisses don’t stop, and you have to lean back to turn the stove off in hopes that the chili doesn’t burn before you can eat it. 

His cold nose nudges down your neck, kissing the chain he placed there a year ago, one you never took off. He mumbles into your skin and his stomach groans with emptiness. 

“Let’s get you fed big boy,” you mouth against his sweaty curls, and he happily obliges.

After he places the last bite of chili from his bowl into your mouth, you drag him to the shower. 

Rinsing the shampoo from his curls and warming his still cold skin with your body. The heat from his tongue lapping at your skin, and something else prominently making itself known on the cheek of your ass. 

“Didn’t have to do all of that, baby,” he murmurs into your ear, fingers slowing working soap into your skin. 

“Wanted to, I love you Eds.” 

You’ve said it many times before, never once pressuring him into saying it back if he wasn’t ready. A life full of shitty people, it was hard for him to open up, but you opened something up in him that he hadn’t felt before, and he couldn’t get enough of you. 

Tangled limbs climb from the shower, skin barely rinsed and wet tendrils of hair hang down each of your necks. Your lips still taste like chili, and he still smells like work, but neither of you care. 

Lips smack together and skin is left hickied and sweaty. Elbows and knees are rubbed raw from the itchy sheets on his bed, his hair is drying into a mess from your fingers lacing through it, your breath making the curls go frizzy when he pulls you into him and rocks your body against his sat cock.  

Pulling sugary noises from you again, and again, he finally says it there. Chin between your legs, your orgasm dripping wet from his lips.

You sit up to see him, not sure if you heard. 

He says it again, liking the way it sounds, something he had been scared of saying for a long time, but he always knew he did.

A single tear slips down his cheek and it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen, the cobbler would sit untouched until tomorrow, Eddie having found a sweeter dessert to indulge in, love.

[stevieschrodinger]

Link to part five

Part six

Steve sits in the Beemer squeezing the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. He can't make himself let go.

He also can't seem to make himself leave.

His mate is in there. His mate who is carrying their pup. Steve's pup.

He can't leave.

It's a good ten minutes of Steve feeling like the world is collapsing in on him before the door swings open, and Wayne comes out, holding two beers. He opens the door and climbs in, sitting in the passenger seat, handing a beer to Steve, who takes it reflexively. He's pretty sure he doesn't actually want it. But Wayne chinks the necks of the bottles together in toast and says, "congratulations."

Steve starts laughing, it's a bit hysterical and it takes a few minutes before he can make himself stop. He does drink the beer.

"He told you?"

Wayne chuckles, "nah, of course he didn't. Clocked the positive test just sitting in the trash, but that boy hasn't thought more than thirty seconds ahead even one time in his life."

They sit in comfortable silence for a while before Steve admits, "I'm so angry with him."

"Think you've a right to that."

"I'm not leaving him."

"Didn't think you would."

They sit together, ten more minutes of silence between them before Steve admits, "I feel like he's stolen it from me...not the pup," Steve elaborates as Wayne raises an eyebrow at him, "the chance to do this properly. The chance to court him, mate him. Have a nice nest ready, a home together...and then pups. I still want it he's just...taken away my chance to do it all properly, I guess."

Wayne hums agreeably.

Steve sighs, "I should go in."

"Reckon." Wayne agrees stoically.

Steve had bought Eddie a spinning wool thing with a handle as a courting gift. Eddie had been so happy with it, something he wanted to organise all his balls of wool into...more square balls. Steve didn't understand it, but Eddie had been so happy he'd spent an hour playing with it and organising his small yarn collection while Steve watched, puffed up and proud his Omega was happy.

Eddie had smelled so much better since his heat, so much more like home and mate...and Steve just figured it was because Eddie was doing better.

Now he knows the real reason he's scenting so appealing; the pup.

Eddie hides deeper in his nest. Whatever that thing was that he lost when his Omega went to ground, well, it's been back since his heat. It's been back ten fold. Eddie had never nested in his life, now? Now if Hawkins held some sort of nesting championships, Eddie would have won it three times this week.

He knew, knew for certain before he bothered to piss on a stick that he'd caught. He knew it was early to show, but his usually almost concave stomach was...not that anymore. He was eating more, some instinct driving him. He was tidying the trailer; sorting things he'd never bothered or cared about before.

So he'd known. Known before those pink lines had appeared on the test.

And Steve. Steve who is courting the hell out of him. Steve who nuzzles him and scents him and brings him home made cookies and pasta and meatballs. Steve who buys him things and holds him close and, even though they haven't done anything more than kiss a little since Eddie's heat, is happy to run gentle hands across Eddie when they nap.

Steve who had innocently investigated that oh so subtle curve to Eddie's stomach. Steve who didn't even question that there was something there until he caught what must have been a horrified, guilty look on Eddie's face. Eddie who had stammered out an apology, like an idiot.

He should have just told him.

He should have come clean, right at the beginning. But Eddie was harbouring a guilty fantasy where he gets to keep his pup and Steve, and he wasn't quite ready to loose it just yet.

He hears the trailer door from where he's buried in his nest. He hears his bedroom door and opens his mouth to tell Wayne to go away, but it's Steve who speaks, "we will be talking about this in the morning."

And then the mattress dips, the blankets shift, and Eddie is pulled into Steve's arms, Steve's hand resting delicately over Eddie's belly button.

[ashwhowrites]

From the prompt list for fluff can I request 21 and 22?

Did you just call me sweetheart?”

“I can keep you company till you fall asleep”

Of course! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Bedtime Angel

Eddie didn't like to admit to anyone he struggled to sleep after the events he faced in the upside down. His body was covered in scars, along with his brain. He couldn't sleep in the dark, he felt embarrassed when he bought a night light. The cashier eyed him weirdly as she scanned the small dinosaur light.

But that small light brought him so much relief. He had it right next to his bed, the bright white light lit up his room. He removed the doors in his closet, he needed to see exactly what was on the inside. He kept all corners of his room clean, he made sure nothing was able to hide in his room.

Wayne wasn't sure where his nephew disappeared too, but he understood he went through some type of trauma. Wayne supplied more night lights throughout their new trailer. He kept the bathroom light on always, he didn't care how expensive the electricity bill was. He'd do anything to make Eddie feel safe again.

After the events, Eddie found himself needing one person only. Y/N, someone he had no idea existed until the gang brought her as a backup in the upside down. She was gorgeous and fearless. She was supposed to bike with Dustin back to the trailer for safety, but once Eddie went down she froze. She screamed at Dustin to get the group while she raced back to Eddie.

Eddie was prepared to die, and he accepted that. He didn't have anything to live for. And dying a hero sounded comforting enough to let go. As he bled out, and scrunched his eyes shut he felt hands on his body. Someone cradled his head as a piece of fabric was pushed against his cuts. The bats left, it was just him and her.

"Go." He mumbled, his eyes peered up. Her worried eyes were focused on keeping him alive.

"Shh, it's okay. Dustin is getting help. I'm not leaving you. I'm Y/N." She said she wanted to get his mind off the pain, she knew introducing herself sounded dumb but she didn't want to be a stranger to him. She wasn't sure if he'd survive and she wanted him to die with a friend.

Eddie remembered her voice trialing in and out as he tried to stay awake. She talked about herself, her likes and dislikes. In a way, it was comforting for Eddie. He felt like he was meeting someone and getting to know them. He didn't feel like he was lying on the ground, seconds away from death. In a way, he felt alive.

"It was nice to meet you Y/N." He said, her smile faded as the blackness took over his vision.

~~~

Ever since then, he called her all the time. She was his angel. He truly felt like she saved him that night. Even though the events happened two months ago, she answered every time. She came over and talked to him throughout the day. They gained a friendship, and along the way, he felt a crush forming on her.

She always left at bedtime, believing all this time Eddie was getting the rest he needed. No idea he tossed and turned, his eyes afraid to close.

But too many restless nights showed. His face was pale, and his eyes were sunken in. Big purple bags underneath his red eyes.

"Eddie, have you been sleeping?" She asked, dropping her coat on the floor as she walked back over to him. She was prepared to leave, at the same time as always. But she couldn't help but feel like Eddie needed her.

"No." He said honestly, too exhausted to lie.

"Are you scared?" She asked. She wasn't teasing or mocking him. Her voice was soft and worried. She generally was asking and Eddie felt like a little kid with their mom. What a way to impress a girl he liked.

She could sense Eddie didn't want to answer. His embarrassed face and eyes faced down to his bed.

"Oh, sweetheart!" She cooed, she crawled into the bed, sitting up against his headboard. She patted her lap, and he silently followed her direction. He moved his body to rest against her, his head on her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I can keep you company till you fall asleep," she said, Eddie was too tired to answer. He allowed his body to melt into his bed. His brain shut off as her hands rubbed his head. Her nails scratched through his curls in the most calming way he'd ever felt.

"Did you just call me sweetheart?” he mumbled, a tired yawn leaving his lips.

"Yes." She said, and she had no shame about it.

His stomach fluttered and a tiny smile stretched across his lips.

For once, he wasn't afraid to go to sleep.

The bright dinosaur nightlight shined throughout his room. He was surrounded by light and his angel.

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Washing Eddie's Van

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Eddie and his girl attempt to wash his van

Fluff

A Heavy Metal mixed tape played on the portable radio that sat on the Munson’s front porch. Dressed in a white muscle tee and a pair of knee length black shorts, Eddie walked outside. A lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He held a bucket full of rags and cleaning products. 

He stopped on the bottom step and watched his girl as she sprayed his van down with the hose. She wore a pair of shorts and had borrowed one of his cropped band tees. Her hips moved side to side in time with the beat of the song. 

Eddie was mesmerized. 

“Hey Ed. Are we washing your van or not?” she called and snapped him out of his trance. 

“I’m coming, Sweetheart.” He took one last drag of his cigarette before he dropped it on the ground and extinguished it with the bottom of his shoe. 

She jumped with a yelp when Eddie walked by her and gave one of her ass cheeks a swat.

“Eddie!” she exclaimed. 

“That’s what you get when you show off, Princess.” He placed the bucket onto the ground and poured in some of the cleaning product. “Can I have the water when you are done?” 

A mischievous grin spread on Y/N’s face. “Sure,” she answered innocently and turned the hose on him. 

Eddie stepped back to avoid getting drenched, but it was too late. His white shirt clung see through to his chest. He looked down at and back at his amused girlfriend. 

“So that’s how it is going to be?” 

She squealed when he lunged at her and wrapped his arms around her. 

“Eddie!” 

“Don’t start things you aren’t prepared to finish!” 

He grabbed the hose from her and began spraying her, uncaring that the water also hit him. He cackled like a madman as she turned her face to hide in his shoulder and squirmed in his hold. 

“Do you admit defeat?” 

“Yes! You win.” 

“Yes…” He started to lower the hose.

She wiped the water out of her face. “Yes, Eddie Master of Hellfire!” 

“Annnnnd?” 

“I’m not saying that part!” Y/N stated. 

He shrugged. “Alright…The punishment shall continue.” 

She held up her hands as he moved the hose to spray her once again. “Fine!” She groaned. “You win, Eddie Master of Hellfire, King of the Bedroom, Lord of Kisses...Happy?”

"Thrilled." Eddie dropped the hose so that the water went into the bucket. “Was that so hard, Sweetheart?” 

“You’re a menace.” 

“You love it.” He gave her temple a loud kiss. 

Y/N turned in his hold and batted her eyelashes up at him, a loving gleam in her eyes. 

“I love you,” she responded. 

He grinned. “I love you too, Princess.” 

Eddie closed his eyes to lean in to kiss her. He was startled by water being splashed in his face. 

He sputtered and blinked owlishly at his impish girl. While he was distracted by her, she grabbed the hose from him. 

“Well played, M’Lady. You’ve won this round.” He stepped back to give her a bow. “You were a worthy opponent.” 

Y/N curtsied. “You put up a gallant fight, Sir Eddie. Now, come get your kiss.” 

Eddie narrowed his eyes, suspicious. “No tricks?” 

“No tricks, only treats.” 

He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. Y/N dropped the hose and slid her arms around her boyfriend’s neck as she responded to the kiss. 

A small puddle appeared around their feet as their lips moved together, the dirty van forgotten. 

They jumped away when the trailer door opened. “Either wash the van or turn off the water!” Wayne scolded. “You’re costing me money!” 

“Sorry Wayne!” 

“Sorry!” 

The couple scrambled to get to work as Wayne went back inside, shaking his head with an amused smile. 

“Young love,” he muttered.

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The Last Steve Harrington Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Eddie’s pale skin shone brightly in the moonlight and his eyes were soft as Steve used a cloth to clean them both up. It was the first time in his life that sex had felt like making love. He could feel the distinction so clearly now, how different Eddie’s touch was compared to everyone else’s. How they came together like a symphony instead of a collision. Steve laid back down next to him, as close as he could get, so they shared a pillow, shared breath. Eddie reached out and trailed his hand down Steve’s face, gently. So gently. Rain fell softly on the roof of the trailer, but Steve and Eddie were warm and comfortable. If only they could stay in the moment forever –

A crack of thunder tore Steve from his dream. It was raining heavily, the pitter patter loud against the window glass.

Rain… Steve hadn’t heard rain in so long…

He sat up quickly and disturbed the person who was sitting in the chair beside his bed. There was always someone in the chair when he woke up. Hopper must have pulled some strings to ensure that even if he or Joyce couldn’t be there, someone else was. He wasn’t sure if it was because they didn’t trust him or because they just didn’t want him to be alone. The nurses and doctors were fine, not overly friendly but still professional.

“Whatsit?” Robin mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

Steve was already halfway out of the bed when she finally looked up at him.

“Hey Dingus,” she said affectionately, unguarded from having just woken up.

Steve scrunched his face. Dingus?

Robin’s very expressive face fell at his confusion. “We don’t know each other well?” she asked, fiddling with her fingers.

He knew Robin, but he wouldn’t say he knew her well. They had a few classes together in high school but hadn’t hung out together. She had joined The Party after Vecna possessed Chrissy and then killed her in Robin’s bedroom. Not knowing what else to do, Robin ran. The police immediately took her fleeing as a confession of guilt, but Nancy convinced The Party that Robin couldn’t have hurt Chrissy. From then on, she was one of them. She had fought beside them. She had died beside them.

“I became friends with my Robin near the end,” Steve replied as he stood up, “but no, I didn’t know her well.”

Robin stood up too, hands out like she wanted to touch him, steady him. He was glad that she didn’t try.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Going outside.”

“It’s raining outside.”

“I know.”

She looked at him intently, up and down. He was wearing hospital pajama pants and a t-shirt, with bandages covering most of his exposed skin. They had stitched up the wounds he had acquired over the past year, cleaning the older ones that had healed badly and fixing up the newer ones he hadn’t bothered with himself. He felt weak even though he had been doing nothing but eating and sleeping for days. The small hospital room had become his world, but sometimes he felt like none of it was real, that he had lost his mind. That’s why he needed to get outside…to feel the rain. To feel something other than the grief and anger that had been consuming him.

“What do you need?” she asked, surprising him. Steve had been expecting her to try to get him back in the bed.

“Will you take me?” He could probably figure out how to get out himself, but hospitals were mazes and it would be easier if she could show him the way. Also, he may need help avoiding the night nurses.

She nodded and went to grab his hand, but he pulled away. Her face shuttered and she bit her bottom lip.

“Follow me,” she said as she turned towards the door.

He took his first few steps cautiously, but by the time he made it across the room he was already feeling steadier. Robin led him down the hall, past an empty nurse station and a waiting room, toward an elevator. They both got on and she pushed the button for the ground floor. Time slowed to a crawl as they stood beside each other. If any of this was a normal situation, Steve would have felt the need to fill the silence. He would have asked her questions and tried to get to know her better. But this wasn’t a normal situation and Steve wasn’t the person he used to be. He was more comfortable with the silence now.

The doors opened and they stepped out into another hallway. Robin must have taken him to a side elevator because it wasn’t the lobby of the hospital. Smart. The front desk nurses probably wouldn’t let a recovering patient go frolicking in a summer storm. He looked over at her as they walked and was struck by the devastation on her animated face. Her eyes were tense and her lips were pursed, like she was trying to keep from crying. Steve didn’t want to feel bad. He didn’t know her and he didn’t care about her.

But he was lying to himself.

She must have been close to Other Steve. He thought back to Eddie’s words about hurting the kids. He wasn’t trying to hurt any of them, but he didn’t know what they wanted from him. He didn’t know how to talk to them. He felt off-kilter. Joyce kept telling him to act like he normally would around them but how could he? It felt like he needed to repeat every conversation he had ever had so he could pick apart what was the same and what was different.

He cleared his throat and asked, “you and Steve were good friends?”

She looked surprised that he had spoken. “The best,” she replied with a small sad smile.

They turned a corner and Steve could see a glowing red exit sign above the door at the end of the hallway. He started walking faster, desperate to get outside now that he could see it. He didn’t hesitate at the door, just pushed his way through it and shot out into a dark parking lot.

The wind and the rain immediately began buffeting against him as he walked further away from the shelter of the hospital. Steve closed his eyes and turned his face up to the sky, letting the rain soak him. It was cold and refreshing and goosebumps erupted on his skin. Lightning cracked across the sky and thunder rolled in the distance. The world smelt earthy, musky, alive.

This world was alive.

Steve’s heart thundered with the storm.

The rain washed away his tears and caressed his neck and collar bones before continuing down his body like a long-lost lover. He opened his mouth to it, let the water fill him before swallowing. Nothing had ever tasted so clean, so good, so vital. The wind whipped his hair around his face and tried its best to remove his clothes. He barred his teeth at the sky in a crazed imitation of a smile.

Another crack of lightning blazed across the sky, drawing him from his reverie. He turned around and saw Robin holding the door open for him, the light from inside haloed around her. His clothes were soaked through and he had begun shaking, but still… he smiled. Because it was real.

“Steve!” Robin screamed but he could barely hear her. Her voice was snatched away by the wind as if it didn’t want him to hear, didn’t want him to go. “Get back inside!”

He wanted to shake his head, turn back around, and run until he got lost in the storm. But he was cold and the light around Robin looked warm and inviting. He jogged back to the open door and Robin slammed it shut behind him. He could still hear the rain, but it was muted now through the metal and glass. He shook his hair out like a dog. Robin shrieked and backed up with a laugh. He smiled at her, his teeth starting to chatter.

She smiled hesitantly back. The air conditioning was on in the hospital and the cold air shooting from the vents was freezing Steve to his bones. Her smile quickly turned into a frown of concern.

“Let’s go, we need to get you into dry clothes.”

Steve nodded and they headed back to the elevator. She pushed the button and they waited as Steve rubbed his arms and jumped from foot to foot trying to get his circulation moving again. The elevator must be on the highest floor because it was taking its sweet fucking time. Robin kept glancing over at him with that worried scrunch on her face.

“I’m fine,” he stuttered out.

She looked down for a moment, mumbled something he couldn’t hear, before her gaze shot up and met his. She held her arms out wide open.

“Can I?” she asked.

She wanted to hug him, to help him warm up while they waited. Steve swallowed. He hadn’t had a chance to get to know his Robin before she died. Didn’t have years of memories with her, only a few terrified months. This Robin would probably be the easiest person for him to connect with in this universe. He wouldn’t be constantly trying to analyze similarities and differences; he could just get to know her like a normal person. Was that fair to her though? She said her and Other Steve were best friends. But he needed someone here, and she had helped him. He knew Joyce and Hopper even less, didn’t know how he felt about them, and Eds – Eddie – Munson was right out. The kids… he couldn’t lean on the kids, didn’t even know what to say to them after their last conversation.

While he had been thinking her arms had slowly started to drop back to her sides, that same devastation written on her face. He nodded jerkily at her. Surprised, she raised her arms back up and Steve slowly walked into them. She gently brought her hands up and rested them on his back. He held himself stiffly at first, unsure of himself and her. But she was so…

Warm.

He sighed and collapsed into her, his nose seeking the warmth of her neck. She shivered and gripped him tighter before she started to aggressively rub him. His skin tingled, nerve endings shrieking. His wet hair dripped onto her and he was probably soaking her with his wet clothes but she didn’t seem to care. She smelled like home cooked meals, clean laundry, and licorice. His eyes felt heavy as she continued to rub his back and arms. He was leaning on her hard when the elevator dinged. He flinched and she let him go. Stepping back a little he ran his fingers through his wet hair, pushing it off his forehead.

They got on the elevator and she pushed the button for his floor.

“So… What was all that about?” Robin asked. She was calmer now that he wasn’t shaking so hard.

“It doesn’t rain in my universe anymore,” he replied. It was the first thing he had told any of them about what his home was like. “I haven’t seen it in… a year, or more.”

“Oh.” She looked over at him. “That makes sense. Better than the mental breakdown I thought you were having.”

He huffed out an almost chuckle. “Still having a mental breakdown, just not the one you thought I was having.”

She waved her hand at him dismissively. “Who isn’t?”

He liked how she talked to him. She was still a little wary, a little hesitant, but she didn’t treat him like he was a second away from breaking into pieces.

“Thanks.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him in question.

“For helping me get out.”

She smiled widely. “I’ll always help you get out, Steve.”

The elevator doors opened and they continued down the hallway. Unfortunately, the nurse station was not empty this time when they turned the corner.

“What the hell did you do?” the nurse yelled as soon as she saw the dripping, freezing mess that was Steve Harrington. He grinned and winked at her, feeling a tiny bit like his old self.

“Livin’ a little, you should try it sometime.”

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A week passed before Steve’s doctor finally declared him well enough to continue healing outside of the hospital. He had a strict meal plan, antibiotics, and an appointment to come back and get his stitches checked. Hopper and Joyce had decided without consulting him that he would be coming to live with them ‘while he got back on his feet,’ which made Steve irrationally angry because he was a goddamn adult who could take care of himself. He thought about running but Hopper had made some sense when he mentioned that he didn’t really know anything about this universe. Literally anything could be different and he would have no idea how to navigate it. Dinosaurs could be roaming around for all he knew. He also had no money or car or any semblance of a plan.

So.

Steve would live with them for a little while and learn what he needed to know.

The kids had given him his backpack when he had first woken up, it didn’t look like they had gone through it. Hopper had brought him some clothes and with the addition of Other Steve’s wallet he was ready to go. He signed his discharge papers and walked with Joyce down to the parking lot where Hopper was pulling up in the Chevy Blazer. He tossed his bag in the backseat and crawled in after it.

“Excited to get out of the hospital?” Hopper asked, trying to fill the tense silence as he merged with the street traffic.

“Yup,” he replied as he stared out the window, examining Hawkins. It looked the same, it all looked the same.

He saw Hopper and Joyce exchange glances out of the corner of his eye.

“I know Will and Eleven are excited that you’ll be living with us. They’ve spent the last few days getting your room ready,” Joyce said with a happy tilt to her tone.

Steve didn’t know how to feel about that. Would they decorate his room based on how they thought Other Steve would like it? Would it look just like his old room? Or completely different? He didn’t know which option he would prefer. He didn’t want to feel like he was tiptoeing around another person’s life but that’s exactly what he was doing.

“Sounds great,” he said instead of his actual thoughts.

More shared glances between the two of them and Steve fought back a sigh. Hopper turned up the radio and that was the end of them trying to pull him into a conversation. For now, anyway.

When they pulled up to the house, it wasn’t one Steve recognized. It was large, with a two-car garage and wrap-around porch. Will and Eleven sat on a porch swing by the door, waiting for them. They ran over as he got out of the chevy.

“Hello!” El said exuberantly.

“Hello,” he replied evenly.

“Everyone wanted to be here. To welcome you home, but Joyce said no. Dustin is very angry. He wanted you to live with him,” Eleven said with a satisfied smirk on her face. Will butted her with his shoulder but he smiled as he did it.

They walked to the door together and Steve already felt out of place as Hopper and Joyce asked the kids what they had been up to when they were gone, what they had eaten for lunch, and other little catching up questions. The house was nice on the inside, lived in. Shoes were scattered all over the entrance and portraits hung on the walls. He clutched his bag tighter and tried not to panic. He didn’t belong here.

He didn’t belong here.

He didn’t belong here.

He didn’t belong here.

He felt a very loose grip on two of his fingers and looked down to see that Eleven had grabbed him. He tensed for a moment before relaxing, he could pull his fingers out if he wanted. She gently led him up the stairs towards a closed door. Will followed behind them before ducking in front of them so he could open it.

Steve peered in. It was a normal looking room. It didn’t look like his, and nothing screamed that it belonged to someone else either. No knick-knacks cluttering the dresser or portraits on the wall. There was only a hand drawn painting of a green field and a golden sunset placed above the bed. A mirror stood beside the dresser and the bedside table had a lamp on it. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“There’s clothes in the dresser but mom said she would take you shopping so you could pick out your own stuff too,” Will said, leading them into the room.

Steve nodded and walked over to the dresser so he could take a look. The top drawer had underwear, socks, and pajamas. The next one had some jeans, shorts, and shirts. The third had large comfortable looking sweaters. The yellow one on top jumped out at him and he took it out. He always felt cold.

“Welcome home, Steve,” Eleven said softly from behind him.

He turned to look at her and Will. Eleven speared him with the sincerity in her eyes but Will was looking away, probably afraid of what Steve’s reaction to her words would be.

“Thank you,” he said just as soft. What else could he say?

Will’s head jerked up and he met Steve’s eyes before smiling shyly at him. “We’ll let you get settled; mom will call when dinner is ready. Okay?”

He nodded and they closed the door behind them when they left. Alone again. He turned and looked around the room, his gaze catching himself in the mirror. He blinked at himself for a moment before frantically removing his clothes so he could see all of himself. Old scars and new bandages covered his body. His ribs stood out in stark definition and his eyes were haunted and sunken in his face. He didn’t recognize himself. He grabbed the mirror and turned it around before putting his clothes back on, including his new yellow sweater. He sat on the bed and sighed.

He could hear Will and Eleven chatting in the room next door, probably about him. Joyce was rattling pots and pans in the kitchen getting ready for dinner. The sounds coming from the house were comforting and Steve hated it. Hated that he was comforted by their presence. Hated even more that this was the first time he had the sounds of a family bustling loudly around their home. Not his family though, not his home. He pulled his backpack over and slowly took everything out. The Hobbit and his tapes went on the bedside table. His cigarettes and flashlight in the drawer. The canned food, canteen, blanket, and ammunition he left in the backpack before sliding it under the bed.

He put his headphones on, hovering them over his ears for a second before slipping them around his neck instead. He pushed play and turned the music up as loud as it would go. The Bruce Springsteen tape began playing exactly where he had paused it when he saw the portal opening days ago.

You can’t start a fire You can’t start a fire without a spark This gun’s for hire Even if we’re just dancing in the dark

Steve wished he had his nail bat.

Part 4

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small fame Rockstar!Eddie coming back to the tour bus from a show, covered in sweat and tying his hair up in a bun with a towel around his neck and girlfriend!reader instantly feeling like they could bark. Like cartoon AWOOOGA hello sailor!!! And R is practically vibrating in her seat on the couch, physically having to sit on her hands so she doesn't fly across the small room to get at him because her man is so tired now from all the lights and noise... but also so fucking hot in those tight ass jeans. And Eddie's kind of thrown and sassy because "What? No welcome back kiss? No "hi, how was the show?"" and reader grits her teeth to be like "you've got thirty seconds of post-performance relaxation time before I'm jumping your bones"

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are y’all reading this….!!! 😳😳 anons are coming THRU tnite

he comes through the door of the lil trailer bus and he’s panting out “Hi, baby,” and he gives you a quick kiss but he’s like “I’m all sweaty, gotta clean up for you first 😔” and he dips his head into the sink to guzzle water (straight from the tap like the whore that he is)

and when you get up and wrap your arms around his back and pet at his front he’s sooooo smug ab it. Like “Damn, babe, lasted a whole two minutes before jumping my bones. That’s a new record for you 🤗”

And his hair is all messy from jumping around on stage and he smells earthy and musky and like a boy

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Strawberry Kisses

(For @steddie-week day 2 :] Bittersweet/Angst)

"I can't stay here anymore." The words taste like ash in Eddie's mouth and he takes a swig of the beer they're sharing to wash it down.

Steve doesn't say anything, he just nods and nods and nods and when the tears slip from his eyes and roll down his cheeks, Eddie has to grip the bottle tighter in his hands to stop himself from reaching out, stop himself from comforting Steve and wiping his tears away.

"You don't want me to come with you, do you?" Steve's voice cracks as he finally meets Eddie's eyes, a sad smile pulling at his lips.

It hurts. It hurts so much because it's not what he wants. Eddie wants to take Steve with him and show him the world, but he knows he has to do this for himself. He needs to start over. He feels stuck. He needs to figure out who he is, and he needs to do it on his own.

And Steve knows this. He's seen it in the way Eddie's been stashing money away and slowly cleaning out his room. Seen it in the way he's started drawing away from Steve. He was waiting for it to come, waiting for Eddie to man up and just tell him. And even though he knew it was coming, it still felt like Eddie had reached into his chest and crushed what remained of his already bruised heart.

"I need - " Eddie starts but Steve cuts him off.

"You don't need to explain anything to me. Just tell me when you're going." He tries to smile, tries to pretend that he's happy for Eddie, but the wobble of his bottom lip gives him away.

Eddie sighs and puts the nearly empty beer down beside him; they're sitting on the couch on the front porch of the trailer, their knees pressed close together. He'll miss this. He looks over at Steve, who runs a shaky hand through his hair while breathing out slowly. He'll miss Steve.

"Tomorrow." Eddie says softly.

Steve crumbles. He rests his elbows on his knees and buries his face in his hands to try and muffle his broken sob. Eddie lifts his hand to rub soothing circles on Steve's back but pulls it back at the last minute. He'll just make things worse. He needs Steve to hate him. Needs Steve to yell and scream at him to make leaving easier.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." The broken wails tearing from Steve's lips cause Eddie to bite his lip and swallow back his own sobs. "Steve, I-I'm sorry." When Steve lifts his head and meets Eddie's gaze with his red, puffy eyes, Eddie can't stop the tears anymore. "I'm sorry." He says again because he doesn't know what else to say.

He knows what he's done is awful. He should have told Steve weeks ago when he first decided he was going to leave Hawkins. He should have given Steve time.

Time to forget him. Time for Steve to move on so that when Eddie packed up his van and drove away, he wouldn't be standing in the driveway crying.

They don't talk for a while. They sit in the afternoon sun sniffling and wiping away any remaining tears. They lean heavily against each other; Steve's head on Eddie's shoulder and Eddie's cheek pressed against the top of Steve's head.

"It was fun while it lasted." Steve says quietly, his hands fiddling with the rip in Eddie's jeans.

Eddie laughs softly, new tears pooling in his eyes as the reality that this is over, this is it, hits him. "It was fun, really fun."

"Do you remember when we got kicked out of that diner?" Steve moves in closer to Eddie so that they are pressed as close as possible. It almost feels normal, almost feels like nothing has changed. The way Steve's hand shakes as he pulls at the loose string on Eddie's jeans reminds Eddie that everything has changed. And it's his fault. "You laughed so hard, you spilled both of our milkshakes and then you stole all the paper towels from the bathroom to try and clean it up, but you just spread the mess around."

Eddie laughs, really laughs. The movement jostles Steve and causes him to sit up, there's a small, sad smile on his lips as he says, "I remember we got home afterwards and our clothes were covered in strawberry milkshake and you said you were sorry for ruining our date. But I didn't care because I hadn't laughed that hard in years. I think about that first date every time I eat anything strawberry flavoured."

"And I'll still remember and cherish the memory when you go." The smile Steve gives him is bittersweet, and Eddie can't stop himself anymore. He reaches out and pulls Steve into a soft but desperate kiss that tastes like the salt from their tears and the strawberry milkshake from their first date.

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Yeah it’s me again coming to annoy you with my second request😖.  Lest show our sweet baby Eddie Munson some Love with promt 18 &19💗

When Can We Start?

Eddie Munson x plus size reader

After finally graduating high school, Eddie has a revelation about what he wants to do with his life

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, Eddie’s slightly insecure about money, fluff

WC: 786

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The small trailer was a mess, half-eaten snacks and empty solo cups scattered around every flat surface. But you hummed happily as you cleaned, unbothered by the vast amount of work you had to do in order to get the place looking half decent again. 

As you walked by the lump on the ratty couch, you bent down and gave it a kiss, receiving a tired grumble in reply as it shifted in its sleep. You couldn’t fault Eddie though, you knew how tired he was after a full week of celebrations. He had, after all, finally graduated high school and with straight B’s at that! 

You were so proud of your boyfriend and so, you were more than happy to take care of the clean-up of the massive party his friends threw him, even if your back aches and your arms are sore from scrubbing. “Baby?” Eddie’s voice was thick with sleep, the syllables slurring together.

“Oh love, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He shook his head as he sat up, his wild curls flying in a million different directions. He rubbed his eyes with the butt of his hands as if trying to wipe away the exhaustion that still lingered. 

“Didn’t wake me up.” He groaned, holding out his arms for you. Rolling your eyes, you dropped the rag you were using into the small laundry pile in the corner before joining your boyfriend on the couch. Eddie grunted happily as you sat between his open thighs so your chest could rest against his own. His hands, warmed from sleep, settled on your wide hips underneath your oversized sweatshirt.

“Had a weird dream.” There was a flash of black as he let his head fall to the crook of your neck. You didn’t hesitate to wrap yourself around his brand shoulders, letting your hands tangle in his hair just the way he liked. 

“Good weird or bad weird?” You asked against his scalp. He sighed against your skin.

“Just weird.” And you thought that was that but Eddie began to speak again, his voice soft with anxiety. “You were there and-and we were in the trailer but it was bigger and a little newer. You were cooking breakfast-“

“That’s nothing new.” You scoffed and in retaliation, your precious boyfriend bit your collarbone. 

“‘M not done yet so don’t interrupt. You were cooking breakfast and I was standing behind you and my hands were on your stomach. You were pregnant, I could feel him kicking. And then, there was this little voice from behind us I turned around and there she was-“ He swallowed thickly, “She looked just like me but she had your eyes. And she was just standing there with this cute little pout complaining about how I was cuddling you and not her. It all felt so real.”

“That sounds like a good dream Eddie.” You murmured as you ran your fingers up and down his back. He muttered something that you didn’t quite catch. “What was that babe?”

With slow movements, he pulled away from you, revealing the tears that gathered in his big brown eyes. “I don’t want it to be a dream, I want a family with you.” 

“Oh baby.” You cooed and forced him back into your embrace as his tears began to fall. He held you tightly as if scared you would run away from him for exposing his deepest thoughts. “I want that too, one day maybe after I finish college though.”

“Really?” He asked with a disbelieving tone, “But I can’t give you a big house like Harrington, we’ll be stuck in this stupid fucking trailer park, working our asses off for nothing. That’s not the life you deserve, it’s not what they deserve.” A large palm came to rest on your lower stomach as if you were already crying his babies.

You cupped the back of his hand, intertwining your fingers but not pulling him away. “Edward Munson, you listen to me when I say this: I don’t need any of that crap, I just need you. You are my home, you always have been and all of that other stuff is just that, stuff. No matter what the future brings, we’ll always have each other and that’s more than enough for me.” 

You can feel his smile as he finally relaxes into you. “I would just ask one thing baby.”

“Anything.” He replies, his lips now pressing sweet kisses to your skin.

“Dustin can’t be godfather.” Eddie chuckled.

You giggled as he flipped you over and pinned you to the couch, a wide smile now spread across his pink lip. “Perfect but it can’t be Harrington either. So now that we’ve got that sorted, when can we start on that dream of mine?” 

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The diner is small, nothing much compared to the numerous ones that kept popping up around Hawkins with fancy tables and new, sparkling everything. Munson’s diner has gone through a lot over the years, everything but bankruptcy. Which had been the shark to every other place in town. How Wayne Munson kept everything a float was a secret amongst the town. Some rumored that he took money out from under the table, which has happened before with a restaurant that used to be on the corner of Main Street and South Ave. When Wayne suddenly started to carry a toddler around on his hip, seemingly appearing out of no where with the hugest brown eyes known to man everyone in the area knew that the clock was starting to tick down to the inevitable. When the closed sign wouldn’t flip to the open side ever again. So, like the crazed people they were they started to show up in crowds. Feeling as if they had limited time to get Wayne Munson’s famous pancakes. What they didn’t expect, was for the place to stay a float for another a decade. Once the realization dawned on them that Wayne Munson wasn’t going to give into anything, everyone relaxed a bit. Though crowds still came in for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Breakfast, on most days it was normally just Wayne and his nephew running the floor. Only for Eddie to leave after eight knowing he couldn’t push being any more late for school away. Thing was, everyone loved the boy. Pretty much watched him grow up in the small beat up place. You didn’t get the true Munson Diner experience without Eddie Munson’s bright beaming smile coming towards your table to drop off a plate full of French fries. Playfully whispering to some of the regulars that he gave them a little extra. Tips had always came in for Wayne, a shy older man who would much rather stay in the grill area. Normally hiring a waitress or waiter to handle the people. But the second Eddie learned how to walk, talk and better yet carry five plates at once the tip jar was normally over flowing by the end of the day. Not counting what some customers snuck into Eddie’s pocket while running around. Wayne spent almost all day at the diner working, but it was something he enjoyed. On his days off he would still make sure to drop in and make sure that his employees didn’t need help.

With all of this knowledge, Wayne Munson is hurt. Devastated even when the whole town turns on his boy. Eggs his diner, destroys his property, and makes everything unrecognizable. His dream job and favorite human in the entire world was crushed all in one night. Later on he would have to sit on the side of a hospital bed, gripping onto Eddie’s hand to make sure that he knew that it wasn’t his fault that his business went under. Accepting that things weren’t going to be the same ever again, wayne starts to pack up the mugs that were on dozens of shelf’s wrapping around the small diner. Firing everyone that worked there, cleaning the tables, mopping, dusting, pretty much anything he could think of to make sure the place was sold. It had only been forty eight hours since Chrissy Cunningham died in his trailer, he had been the one to call the police when he walked in and found the poor girl. He had expected some trouble, what he didn’t expect was for everyone to turn against the Munson name. Thankfully he had enough money saved up to hold him over a bit before he had to get a new job and he took what he considers the most horrible vacation he’s ever had.

When his boy is finally found, barely alive he was almost the first person to see him out from surgery. Possibly a close tenth with the amount of people in the room checking in on him. Some of them weren’t even in the state when everything went down, nor did they ever actually talk to his boy. But Wayne recognized each face behind their orders. Doesn’t know any name, only associates them with their regular dish of food. Eleven was waffles, Robin was strawberries, Dustin was toothless and so on and on. Even though Wayne didn’t have much hope with this town ever accepting them again, shockingly it happens fast. When the whole town started to crave their favorite dishes. The diner hadn’t been sold yet, there were no workers to help out and there was no way Wayne was going to be able to pull this off. What the town was afraid of happening, was currently happening and it was all of their fault. For the numerous time that year he is shocked when Eddies friends start to show up to help.

Argyle, a boy who moved from California to stay with Jonathan and the Byers was one of the easiest hires of his life. He walked in with no resume, just himself. Answered every question easily, explained that he did smoke but that didn’t stop him from being a good worker. If Wayne truly thought he couldn’t do it then he could cut back if needed. Which strangely, isn’t ever needed. The kid was hard working and Wayne quickly makes note to force Eddie to make friends with him. Though the problem was getting everything situated. Which everyone did help do, getting the place looking better then what it had in years. It drained his bank account but it was worth buying more stock and getting the place situated. Then there was Robin Buckley. Who came connected at the hip with Steve Harrington. Both of them wide eyed and willing to do anything. Which meant they ended up not only just as waiters but janitors as well. Neither of them complained all that much and with their past experiences with scoops ahoy they lightened the place up. So far, the Munson diner has added pizza and even more ice cream to the menu which strangely brought more of a following to the place. The next couple of hires didn’t even happen properly, they just started to come in and started to work without even caring about being paid. Just wanting to be with their friends and hanging out with out being nuance’s.

El and her brother Will weren’t necessarily workers there, but they helped decorate the spaces on the walls. Will making a huge painting of the whole group standing in front of the diner together. When closing came around El would clean the whole place with out much thought. Moving the broom around in the back as she helped wiped tables down. It was strange watching things floating around but Wayne didn’t mind. Another easy choice to add to the growing group of employees was Nancy Wheeler. Who helped get the ads into the newspapers and on occasion helped Wayne with finances. She kept doing it for free which bothered the man a bit but she refused to take a dime for it. Lucas and Max were also two that came connected at the hip. When Steve and Robin weren’t working they took their place. Both equally hard workers, with a few health problems from Max. With all of these employees Wayne wasn’t sure if he was able to pay all of them. Which didn’t seem to become a issue with the amount of guilt money coming in from the town, and the way the younger kids were happy with just getting free meals if he couldn’t afford it some weeks.

All of this happened within a span of a month, so when Eddie was finally able to come back he was greeted by a very different diner. He came back a little scared up and very different, a little sassy with some of the customers who had made it their mission to destroy his life. Though if Wayne didn’t see it with his own eyes he would have never believed it. Most shifts were made by everyone together, and without failure Steve was somehow always there on Eddie’s shifts. Smiling and cleaning up a mess a younger kid made, or helping run the floor when to many customers started to come in at once. At first, Wayne noticed how tense Eddie was around Steve. There was some level of trust between the two, that he could see. Though after a late night working, Eddie had slipped up around Wayne and admitted that he sort of shamelessly flirted with the other while on the run because he didn’t think he was going to make it out alive. That information broke Wayne in a way that he can’t even describe. After that he kept a closer eye on Steve, but the kid didn’t even care all that much about who the fuck Eddie dated. Robin Buckley was living proof of that. Though it was hidden very well to anyone who didn’t have a open eye or had no experience with a gay individual, to Wayne there were some signs.

The way Robin would constantly be at Eddie’s hip when he was around. Playing with the pins on her vest as she rambled on about something only his boy could understand. Steve was typically off to the corner washing a table or taking care of a customer. A few of the conversations that he would hear buzzing closer to his ears were the same ones he had with Eddie before he found friends with Robin. The ones talking about current events happening with the community. That and one night, when the two went to take garbage out forgetting all but one bag which Wayne had grabbed to help out he ran into a moment. With Robin freaking out about some girl with her hands flying, freezing mid frame while Eddie doesn’t react to his uncle. Thanking him and tossing it in the bin as Wayne snorts. “Sounds like you might have to woo the girl with one of those milkshakes of yours.” He says calmly as he leans against the door. Wanting to keep a closer eye on the two when they were out in the dark. Not trusting the people of the town.

“See! I told you Wayne would be more helpful then me, or Steve!” Eddie says throwing his hands up in the air. Rings glistening from the lights as he moves to pull out a cigarette. Earning a punch in his shoulder and a grumble of, “just because you want to die from lung cancer doesn’t mean I want to die from second hand smoke, that is a thing you know. My voice is already raspy enough Eddie, see what friend you are.” Earning a cackle from Wayne who shakes his head pulling out a stick of gum as he chews gently, letting the flavor melt into his mouth as he listens to the conversation. Not bothering either of them until Eddie steers the conversation back to Wayne for girl advice. Who only listens to the girls ramblings with a soft smile, watching her wave her hands in a similar way to Eddie’s. Who was currently standing a ridiculously far length from the two of them, so smoke doesn’t get anywhere near poor Robins lungs. Now, Wayne wasn’t much of a love expert but it seemed like his advice was being memorized and written into a book of things to do and not to do. The conversation would have gone on longer, but the alarm on his watch starts to go off and he signals both of them to come in and finish up.

Closing up he prepares to drive Robin and Eddie home but there Steve Harrington sat in his car waiting patiently, windows down and cigarette in is left hand out the window. Watching with amusement, Robins nose scrunches up as she starts to throw another fit. Everything starts to align more after that as Eddie tugs playfully on Wayne’s jacket as he moves walking backwards with a huge grin on his face to Steve’s car. “I’m going to Steve’s tonight, forgot to tell you.” He hums gently as Robin backs away from the car. Waving the smoke away as Steve laughs gently at something she says. Before he’s putting the stick out. Moving and hopping out of the car to give her a hug, in which she refuses because he stinks. Eddies laughing as he moves taking in the moment to steal a hug. Moving and nearly tackling the other from behind with one of his Munson hugs. Steve’s bending forward in response as the others nearly on his back. Whispering something in his ear as Steve grows shy. Wayne shakes his head as he unlocks his truck door, hearing Robin gagging and quickly running towards him for safe haven.

“If you don’t mind, Mr. Munson I would much rather drive with you.” She shudders as she looks at the two with fake disgust. Wayne shakes his head amused letting her in as he waves at his boy. Watching the way he beams from Harrington’s passenger. Catching all of the tell tales of a blooming romance.

“Do you think If I borrow a shot gun from a friend, that would scare the shit out of Steve?” Wayne mumbles over to Robin. Who laughs, throwing her head back a little clapping her hands a bit.

“Can I borrow it after you to scare the shit out of Eddie?” She giggles as Wayne laughs gently turning the engine on. Letting the boys leave first, following shortly after as he leaves the parking space.

“I’ll do you one better, I’ll teach you how to use it.” Wayne jokes playfully as he playfully winks at her, “might impress that gal you’re talking to.” He teases watching the way Robins face grows pink. Eyes flickering from her face to the Munson diner. That once again has gone through everything. And if he had his way, it will be standing there many years after he is gone. With the kids he’s got around, he’s sure it will be there for much longer then what he had hoped for. Now unlike other places, Munson Diner was a home to all.

[dreamwatch]

STWG daily drabble

prompt: working together

(I struggled with this one, so I made it a missing scene from one of my WIPs.)

c/w - mention of homophobic slurs, but no specifics

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They pull up outside the Munson’s new trailer, and wow. Yeah, it’s as bad as Hopper said it was.

The trailer is bigger than their old one, the once ivory paint job looks like milk that’s been left out to sour. It’s the perfect canvas for the large red ‘MURDERER’ that’s been painted right across it, windows and all. There are smaller scrawls, a pentagram, ‘Freak’, even a couple of homophobic slurs, which… what the fuck? The smouldering shell of Wayne Munson’s truck just completes the whole horror show.

“Bastards,” Robin fumed, and Steve thinks that’s an understatement.

They follow Hopper and Jonathan to meet Wayne who's on his way down the porch steps with a bucket and mop. He look’s surprised to see them. 

“Thought you could use a hand. Good thing about spring break,” Hop motions behind him, “plenty of teenagers around looking for some hard work.”

Steve and Jonathan give a small hand raise in greeting before Jonathan takes the bucket and mop. “I’ll make a start at that end,” he says before heading up to the far end of the trailer to tackle the ‘R’.

“Mister Munson, I am so sorry, the people in this town are fucking assholes, excuse my language, but they are, and you don’t deserve this, you or Eddie. This town sucks.”

Mister Munson looks shellshocked, like he’s on autopilot. He just nods at Robin in response.

“Wish you’d all call me Wayne. Thought we were past all that Mister Munson bullshit, hmm?”

He sounds so fucking defeated, and Robin must hear it too because she flies at him and wraps her arms around his shoulders for the quickest of hugs. “We’ll have this cleaned up in no time, you’ll see.” She throws him the warmest of smiles before heading back to Hoppers truck to pull out the buckets and cleaning products they brought with them.

Steve grabs a brush and bucket and attacks the nastier words painted under Eddie’s window. Wayne sent him out of town for the week, up to the Indiana Dunes, to avoid the inevitable media circus. First year anniversary. Steve can at least be happy that Eddie isn’t here to see this. He’ll know when he sees the shiny paint job (not to mention the truck) that something went down, but knowing it and seeing this shit daubed all over your home are two different things.

They’ve been going for a few hours. Steve’s still pretty fit, he jogs, does some free weights, he’s not a couch potato, but his arms are burning and he throws the scrubbing brush into the bucket angrily. These fucking pissants. He wishes he could get his hands on them, he’s itching to hit someone. 

Eddie doesn’t deserve this.

They finish up by late afternoon. The trailer is still fucked, there’s just no two ways about it, but they’ll be back in a couple of days to give it a new coat of paint. It feels like it’s not enough.