#listening to Eddie gush to Dustin

[3minsover]

Did I Tell You This Already? - a little Steddie drabble

Steve works out he’s in a time loop because Eddie’s listening to a Judas Priest song on his walkman while they’re waiting to take down Vecna. Eddie turns to Steve - it’s just the two of them sitting on the floor of max’s trailer - and Eddie begins to gush about how much he loves it. The first loop, a very stressed, mildly perplexed Steve doesn’t think before he flippantly interrupts Eddie.

“yeah yeah, i know. you told me before,” Steve snips, and Eddie’s face just falls. His brows crease a little in confusion at first, but he shakes it off, hits Steve with a quiet: “Oh. Uh, sorry. I didn’t- sorry.”

Something clenches in Steve’s chest at the softness in Eddie’s words, at the resignation in it. Eddie withdraws for the rest of that loop, pointedly ignores him as much as Steve tries to catch his attention. Steve’s wracked by the memory of Eddie’s dark, round eyes darting downwards, away, and refusing to meet Steve’s own again until the moment he calls out ‘hey, Steve?’ and does exactly what he promised he wouldn’t.

Steve slowly accepts that he’s doomed to repeat that same day, but he makes absolutely sure not to interrupt Eddie again. Steve falls in love with the quirk of his lips and the wild gestures of his hands. He falls in love a little bit too with a band he’s never really even listened to, simply because Eddie loves them. Steve vows to himself that no matter how many times he hears Eddie’s over-excited commentary, no matter how many times he has to return to Dustin clutching Eddie’s lifeless body, he will never ruin that one last perfect moment where Eddie opens up to him. Because one day, after this nightmare is over, Steve hopes he might just get to hear Eddie gush about more than just that one song.

inspired by this post that i saw on @beetlesandstarss's insta and haven't been able to stop thinking about:

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Part two to the fwb series. Angst, mention of Eddie going down on Reader, payback. Eddie is still an ass. 18+ minors go away.

Part one

🖤

Eddie knew you'd be back. You always came back to him, so for the first week or so he didn't take your threat seriously.

Chrissy was back so he'd be fine. He didn't need you, not one bit.

Then it was two weeks that passed, soon turning to three weeks and there was a sliver of doubt inside him that you meant what you said this time.

He's growing restless, but no way is he making the first move. Why should he? You walked out on him, he made his feelings clear on your relationship many times so he didn't know why you didn't listen.

It wasn't his fault. So he was going to ignore this feeling of unrest, wasn't going to go begging for you to come back.

Chrissy being home isn't all it's cracked up to be either. He doesn't know why, he's just sick of the fights between them, growing tired of how hard it is for them to make this relationship work.

He didn't realise how much you took away the tension he felt all them time, tension over him and Chrissy and their deteriorating relationship.

But he was still stubborn that he didn't need you, him and Chrissy would get through this... Wouldn't they?

🖤

When he sees you out and about with Robin it's like a blow to his chest. He doesn't expect it, hasn't seen your in over a month.

Dustin is grinning at you, rushing to give you a hug which you return. Traitor. Eddie thinks annoyed as Dustin gushes to you.

You're super friendly. Well... at least you are to Dustin. In fact you barely acknowledge Eddie one it, nothing more than a cursory nod in his direction.

To say he's miffed is an understatement.

You however don't particularly care, you do however want Eddie to feel exactly how you've felt the last several months. You have a plan and you're anxious to get it underway...

🖤

When there's a knock on his door later that night Eddie is surprised to see it's you, considering your attitude earlier.

He knew you would be back, it's arrogance yes but he knows you, knows you would still want him.

You're in a dress that shows off your curves, every inch of you looks fucking incredible. He's missed your body, your amazing tits.

He feels himself grow hard immediately, doesn't even question when you walk forward and kiss him. Doesn't think you're here for any other reason than you couldn't be without him.

So yeah, he's a little bit smug and he leads you inside.

...

Your moans fill the air in Eddie's trailer as he goes down on you, taking his sweet time as you mewled in pleasure.

You were so wet for him, so responsive to his tongue and fingers, your hand gripping his hair as you come. Legs shaking, a blissful look on your face as you enjoy the orgasm that sweeps over you.

Then you surprise Eddie, you get up and fic your dress. Ignore Eddie's questioning look.

"Where are you going?'' you cock your head as you look at him, your smile sweet but with a cold edge.

"Oh Ed's, I'm doing what you do. Take my pleasure then leave" you say as you put your coat on.

"But... he splutters and you smirk, reapply your lipstick and blow him a kiss.

"You really think I'd just come crawling back to you huh? That you can fuck me around for months and I'd be okay with that" his mind blanks as you go to leave, he scrambles up before you can go.

"What the fuck? You fucking used me" he snaps and you stare cooly at him, unbothered.

"Sucks doesn't it?" you leave without a second glance back at him. Leave Eddie stunned. He was so sure you were back for good.

He was so fucking wrong.

❤️

[aliea82]

Steve had a secret.

There was a box hidden under his bed that was filled with books, books that held page after page of sketches, drawings, and paintings.

Steve had never shown a single person what he could do, what he had taught himself. He spent years of nights spent filling these pages, then hiding them away never to see the light of day.

He had started when he was four, his then nanny buying him his very first book of blank pages. He had drawn on every single page. Little drawings, drawn by little hands using crayons and pencils. His nanny had loved each one, heaping praise and encouragement. When he had shown his mum, she had only nodded, not looking. But when he showed his father, he had scoffed, told him how ridiculous he was, how he had wasted his time, that his four year old pictures were pathetic and stupid. Steve had spent that night ripping each page to tiny pieces, falling asleep in tears, waking to find them gone, cleaned away by his nanny who simply bought another book, leaving it on his desk.

Steve didn’t touch it, left it blank for years, until the first time his parents had left him alone, no nanny, no babysitter, just himself, he was nine.

That first night, he didn’t sleep, to afraid, to scared of the dark. He had sat on his bed, covers piled up around him, staring at nothing, listening to the silence.

The second night, he did the same until he got up, walked to the desk, pulled out the book of blank pages, and started to draw.

It became his coping mechanisms, drawing night after night, sketching, shading, colouring, and perfecting.

With every book he filled, he would spend time looking through it before storing it away in his box under his bed, never to see the light of day.

As he grew up he became good at what he did, sketching his friends, Tommy, Carol, then the many girls he had taken to his bed, private art, their breast, their hands, their mouth, never the whole of them, just parts, parts he had enjoyed.

When he met Nancy, she filled so many of his pages, her hair, her eyes, her nose, her quirky mouth. He loved her hands, so small and delicate, he had drawn them time and time again, brushing back her hair, holding her books, touching his hand, delved into his hair.

For months she was his obsession.

Then it became the Demogorgon.

The pages became dark, dangerous, gruesome. Blood, and nail bats, fire and bear traps.

He filled so many books with the monsters he had encountered, of Billy, dying, blood covered, and sorry.

He drew the kids, and they all had their own books, Dustin’s was the one that needed two until he met Robin. Robin the light of his light life, the ying to just yang, the soul mate he didn’t know he was looking for. She filled a single book in under week, her smile, her eyes, her hair, and ears. She was the first full portrait he had ever done, a whole page full of her face. He drew her constantly, but he never showed her, not once.

The first time he drew Eddie was after picking Dustin up from a DnD night. He has watched as Dustin had spoken to him, his eyes drawn instantly the curls of his hair, of the way the light had landed on them. That was the first thing he drew, in a new book, in a book that now belonged to Eddie even though Steve hadn’t even spoken to him.

Over the months as Steve picked up Dustin, catching glimpse of the man Dustin now gushed over as he got in the car, he would study different parts, all from a distance and slowly his book of Eddie held parts of him, his eyes, never coloured because Steve wasn’t sure what colour they were. His mouth, so full and always smiling. His hands, covered in rings that shone in the light but held no detail because Steve never got close enough to see.

He filled a whole book of parts of a man he didn’t know, but he couldn’t stop, and why would it matter? No one would know.

The night after the boat house Steve spent the whole night filling page after page with details, of brown chocolate eyes, of fear shown on a full mouth of rings so chunky and metal, a cross a pigs head a skull and a black stone. He placed each one on the right finger, then he drew his second ever full portrait, Eddie lost, sat on a create, looking defeated and scared.

He stared at that picture a lot once finished, his fingers tracing over it as if he wanted to sooth the tension away to make it better.

After that night, he didn’t draw again for a week.

When he finally drew again, it was Vecna, and bats and vines and blood and death.

It was Dustin holding Eddie, it was Max in a hospital bed, it was cracks in the earth, it was Robin smiling, it was Lucas crying, it was Nancy with a shot gun, it was El with her buzzed hair, Mike hugging his mom, Will with his hand to his neck, Erica with a flash light.

It was Eddie, eyes wide, blood on his face, mouth full of it, hands covered in gore. It was another hospital bed, white bandages, and heartbeat lines. It was forming scars and bats still eating.

He counted the following months in sketches of everything that happened, drawings of fighting, hands around guns and Molotov cocktails and when it was all over he sat on his bed watching Eddie flick through page after page after page of books full of everything Steve loved.

After that, Steve drew of Eddie, of his bare back, his hips and scars, his mouth open in pleasure, his hands in Steve’s hair, around his throat, around his dick. He drew Eddie, and he showed him, allowing the sketches to see the light of day for the very first time.

[ghosttotheparty]

strings attached

(this was supposed to be like a blurb but my brain doesn't like to cooperate with me; it also was not meant to be this tender and soft but i am a Hopelss Romantic so ta da) !!nsfw minors go away!!

also on ao3

steve and eddie hook up twice during steve’s senior year. the first time it’s in the locker room after gym class. they’re alone, and steve sees the way eddie’s eyes linger on his arms as he changes, but when eddie hurriedly apologizes, face flushed, turning away, steve just says it’s cool. i’m not entirely a ladies’ man, you know.

so they end up pressed together, still sweating from gym, jerking each other off as steve slides his hands over the spider on eddie’s chest.

you into tats, harrington?

yeah. they’re cool.

they laugh when they finish, leaning against each other, breathless, giggling deliriously.

the next time it happens, it’s at a party. some random person’s house, unfamiliar to eddie, but he’s made several sales already, so he doesn’t really care that he doesn’t know where anything is. steve catches his eye across the kitchen as eddie is looking for a drink, and eddie promptly forgets that he wants one at all, because steve tilts his head, gesturing somewhere. so he follows steve upstairs from a respectable, unsuspecting distance until steve heads into a spare bedroom.

eddie can’t help but bite at steve’s neck as he grinds against him, sitting on his lap, and he giggles when steve says fuck, take your shirt off.

you really like the tattoos, don’t you?

yes, they’re so— they’re so fucking hot.

he licks the spider. eddie didn’t know he was into that.

they laugh again when they finish.

this was a terrible idea, it’s already getting cold.

personally i think it’s worth it. you can think of me all night.

fuck you, munson.

eddie just laughs again.

they don’t see each other for a while. it’s not a problem. there weren’t any strings attached. it was just fun.

it’s only slightly awkward when dustin, lucas, and mike start to talk about steve at school. obviously eddie doesn’t say anything, but it felt surreal to listen to them gush about how cool and badass steve is, all while his main memories of him include his dick in eddie’s hand and his tongue on eddie’s chest.

they save the world. everyone is okay. at the hospital, steve stays near eddie as he’s getting bandaged. eddie can tell that he’s still hopped up with adrenaline, jumpy and shaking, and eddie is too, and they don’t need to be anymore. everything is fine.

so eddie pulls at his hand when they’re done, giving robin a be right back look as he drags steve out of the room and down the hall until they reach a secluded, empty bathroom.

‘what’s going on?’

eddie pushes him into a stall and locks it, holding steve against the wall.

‘i can tell you’re still freaking out and i need you to not’ he says in a low voice. ‘so i wanna blow you. if that’s okay.’

‘shit. yeah. okay.’ he pauses. ‘if i can do you after.’

eddie kneels with a grin, ignoring the dull ache in his sides. (he thanks god for painkillers.)

‘you got all that adrenaline in your veins, stevie,’ he says, unbuckling steve’s belt. ‘use it. take it out on me.’

‘shit, eddie.’

‘pull my hair,’ eddie says, licking his lips as he tugs steve’s pants down. ‘fuck my face.’

steve groans, reaching down and twisting his fingers into eddie’s hair, catching snags and tangles and tugging. eddie likes the way steve sounds when he takes him into his mouth. his moans echo around room, bouncing off the tile, vibrating through eddie’s fucking bones. he tastes so good, even though they’re both sweaty and gross. eddie doesn’t care.

‘fuck, eddie, baby—’

eddie’s face flushes with heat. steve’s never called him that before. he likes it. he pulls off with a gasp, his chin wet with spit.

‘fuck me, stevie, please.’

‘okay,’ steve says breathlessly, reaching down and holding a hand out. eddie slides his into it, and steve pulls it to his hip firmly. ‘tap if you need me to stop. okay?’

‘yes.’

he grips steve’s hips, but has to let go with one hand to squeeze his own dick so he doesn’t come as steve grips his hair and holds his head in place. eddie’s eyes close as wet, filthy sounds fill the air and he holds his breath, suppressing gags. he’s groaning softly, focusing on the ache of his scalp as steve’s fingers twist and squeeze in his hair. the pain is stronger, better, than the pain of his sides and limbs that are bandaged.

‘fuck, eddie, your fucking mouth, so fucking— so fucking good, love it so much—’

eddie might be ascending. maybe the bats actually killed him and he’s in heaven. (he never thought god would let him in. but crazier things have happened, he guesses, like this: steve harrington fucking his face in the bathroom of a hospital.)

he wishes he could record steve’s loud groans in a loop. maybe use them in a song. (no one would know it’s king steve’s voice, weak and vulnerable and sounding close to tears as he uses eddie’s mouth. no one except eddie.)

‘shit— shit, shit, eddie. eddie, i’m gonna come, fuck— fuck, where do you want it?’

eddie pulls back, gasping for breath, and he holds his mouth open, sticking his tongue out.

steve’s eyes are dark as he comes, groaning, and his fingers thread through eddie’s hair gently, soothing his scalp.

‘so fucking good, shit.’

eddie gives him one last suck before he grins up at him, squeezing his hip. steve is panting, grinning back at him, almost deliriously.

‘stand up,’ he says as he tucks himself back in his pants. ‘get your dick out.”

eddie laughs, pushing himself to stand, pressing a hand to the stall door to steady himself as his vision goes a little dark for a second.

‘take a guy to dinner first, harrington.’

‘later,’ steve mumbles, kneeling. he watches eddie unbuckle his belt almost impatiently, reaching to grip eddie’s thighs until it’s done, and then he take over, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

‘god, it’s like you’re desperate for it,’ eddie says, awestruck, pulling the hem of his shirt up out of the way.

‘i am,’ steve says adamantly. ‘’m so desperate for it, eddie, give it to me please—’

eddie leans back against the wall to keep his knees from buckling as he reaches into his pants to pull his dick out.

‘here, baby, you can have it.’

steve whimpers as he swallows him down, his hands tightening on eddie’s legs, his eyes fluttering, shining.

‘jesus. anyone ever tell you how pretty your eyes are, stevie?’

‘mm-mm.’

‘no?’

steve shakes his head minutely, his lashes fluttering as he does something with his tongue that has eddie weak.

‘’s a fucking tragedy,’ he says breathlessly. ‘you got the prettiest fuckin’ eyes, fucking princess eyes, oh god, steve—’

steve hums, reaching a hand back to squeeze eddie’s ass, his cheeks hallowing as he sucks harder. eddie might be dying. (amazing that this is what takes him out. not demonic bats ravaging his body or an alternate dimension and evil villain, but steve harrington’s mouth.)

‘jesus, who gave you the right?’

steve makes a little questioning noise, raising an eyebrow at him, and eddie scoffs.

‘good with your hands, good with your hips, good with your fuckin’ mouth. frankly it’s unfair.’

steve pulls back, working eddie with a hand. his chin is glistening with fallen spit.

‘you’re funny,’ he says lightly. ‘and also you too.’

‘me too?’

‘good with everything.’ steve kisses eddie’s dick. eddie is breathing hard, weak. ‘you remember at that party? when you sat on my lap?’

‘fuck, yeah.’

steve pauses to slide his tongue across eddie, eyes closed blissfully like he’s enjoying it as much as eddie is.

‘couldn’t stop thinking about… how hot you’d look riding me.’

‘oh, shit.’

steve takes him back into his mouth, humming and squeezing eddie’s ass again.

‘fuck, i want that,’ eddie babbles, holding steve’s head, his fingers in his hair. ‘want that so bad, baby, i want you inside me, want you fuck me. oh, fuck— fuck, i know you’ll be so good to me, stevie, you’ll treat me fucking right, i just— just know it, shit—’

his hands tighten in steve’s hair as he gets closer, and steve closes his eyes, head bobbing, mouth wet, and eddie knows he must be fucking loud, especially in the echoey room, but he can’t hear shit right now. his head is filled with static. beautiful, blissful static.

‘fuck, i’m com— i’m coming. steve. steve. steve.’

steve smiles at him. and swallows.

eddie falls lax against the wall with an exhale, breathing hard, lightheaded. steve tucks him away in his pants and carefully zips, buttons, buckles. eddie wants to cry.

‘holy shit,’ he murmurs. steve falls against him, his forehead pressing into eddie’s neck. eddie hugs him. ‘better?’

‘mhmm. we gotta go back out though.’

‘fuck. i know.’

they don’t move. until eddie feels solid on his feet and he opens his eyes, tugging steve’s hair to make him pull away. his eyes are half-mast, his cheeks and lips red, his hair is… a mess. eddie laughs softly, closing his eyes and turning his face away when steve raises an eyebrow.

‘what’s funny?’

‘…i know we swallowed the evidence, but—’

‘gross.’

‘you did it too. you liked it.’

‘…mm.’

‘but you look like you just got fucked.’

‘yeah?’ he seems too happy about it.

‘you’ve got bad sex hair, man.’

‘you are not allowed to call me man after we fuck, eddie.’

eddie grins, amused, running a hand through steve’s hair.

‘sorry, sweetheart.’

steve stares, his (princess) eyes flickering over eddie’s face, glancing at his lips.

‘’s better.’

eddie wants to kiss him. but he doesn’t. not now.

steve goes to the sink to check himself in the mirror, and eddie follows after him, like it hurts to be away from him, like they’re attached by a string.

they both do their best to run their hair under the sinks, using paper towels to dry the ends so they’re not dripping. steve washes his face in the sink, and eddie watches as he dries his face and hands.

‘you’re so pretty.’

steve meets his eyes in the mirror. he smiles.

no one notices them come back into the waiting room, except nancy. she meets eddie’s eyes and presses her lips together, looking him up and down and glancing at steve (who doesn’t notice, sitting heavily in a chair and sighing softly) with a raised eyebrow. eddie shrugs (what?) but she just tilts her head, narrowing her eyes (don’t bother lying.) he sticks his tongue out at her. and sits next to steve. their feet touch. neither of them move.

everyone goes home. dustins mom picks him up from the hospital but he goes home with the sinclairs. max goes with them too. robin goes with nancy. eddie watches as steve says goodbye to them all.

eddie goes with steve. for now, it’s the safest place he can go. his dropped charges are being sorted out, but it isn’t safe for him to go to wayne’s new place. (it isn’t safe for wayne to know where he is at all yet. yet.)

steve microwaves some tv dinners for eddie and himself. they eat sitting on the dining table in steve’s mansion, talking and laughing and making fun of each other before steve takes him upstairs to the guest room. there’s a bathroom in it. steve has to show him how to turn on the shower and change the temperature, and then he kneels on the floor again, carefully removing eddie's bandages, telling him there's a first aid kit downstairs. i'll fix you up after your shower.

the shower is nice. really fucking nice. the water hits his back in a hard, steady stream, and the steam smells the expensive soap that's sitting on a little shelf in the wall. eddie probably uses too much of it. oh well.

steve's hair is wet when eddie goes to meet him downstairs. only one of his wounds is bleeding, a little bit, and eddie's hand is cupped under it so he doesn't stain the carpet. steve tells him it doesn't really matter. it's fine for eddie to leave his mark in the harrington house.

he gets him a spare toothbrush and toothpaste. eddie goes to bed in the spare bedroom after they say goodnight. that they'll see everyone tomorrow.

it's too quiet.

eddie thought the trailer park was quiet, but he'd just gotten used to the sounds of doors squeaking open and shut, of his neighbors taking their trash out at night, of music bleeding through doors and across the street. steve's house is in the woods, away from everything. eddie can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. he can hear the house settling, random, quiet creeks making his bones ache with some kind of terrified anticipation.

he sits up after a while, wincing. his room is too dark to see anything, so he stares into the darkness, bringing the end of his comforter up to his face and inhaling. it smells vaguely like steve. like the whole house smells. he can't quite tell what it's missing. maybe steve uses some kind of cologne that wouldn't linger around the house.

the comforter doesn't help much. he's almost shaking, listening to his own breaths, and he feels like he might panic. so he gets up, flicking on the lamp and quietly creeping down the hall until he reaches steve's room. he knocks as softly as he can, already feeling guilty for waking him up, but when steve says eddies name, he sounds awake.

'hi. sorry.'

'are you okay?'

'yeah, no, i just... i just kind of, uhm. i don't know.'

'...come here.'

eddie closes the door behind himself. steves room is on the other side of the house than the guest room, and the moonlight can peer through his window, shining streaks of silver across the hideous wallpaper.

steve holds his blanket up for him, and eddie, his cheeks warm, climbs in next to him.

'nightmare?' steve asks quietly. theyre not touching, just laying side by side under the blankets, looking up at the ceiling.

'no,' eddie breathes. 'couldn't fall asleep. 's too quiet here.'

'yeah,' steve says like he knows. 'fucks with my head sometimes.'

eddie sighs. steve sighs. neither of them falls asleep.

eddie moves closer.

'can i tell you something?' he whispers. he doesn't know why he's talking, why he's telling steve this when no one is supposed to know this. not even steve.

'yeah. 'course.'

theyre whispering even though there's no one around, even though they're in the middle of the woods, even though they could be screaming no one would know. steve's voice is so soft eddie can almost feel it, warm on his skin like sunlight.

'...i think i'm falling for you.'

steve is quiet. for a long stretch of time. until—

'that's cool.'

'steve.'

'it's cool, eddie. it's...' he's quiet for another moment. 'it's really cool.'

eddie debates what to say, his eyes burning, but then steve's hand brushes his under the blanket.

'it's cool,' steve repeats, whispering.

'oh,' eddie breathes.

their fingers lace slowly, and then steve is doing this thing, brushing his thumb back and forth over eddie's skin, and eddie wants to fucking sob, because he didn't know he wanted this so fucking badly. but he doesn't know what he'd do if he didn't have steve's hand in his.

after a few minutes, steve pulls his hand away and eddie wants to cry again, but steve just moves closer, lifting his arm to wrap around eddie, murmuring for him to come closer, and then eddie is laying on his chest, steve's arms strong around him.

'i never thanked you,' eddie says softly, rubbing his cheek against steve's chest.

'for what?'

'coming back for dustin and me. even though that wasn't in the plan.'

'i had a bad feeling.'

'thank you.'

steve takes a slow breath. eddie feels his chest rise and fall, and he closes his eyes.

'im so glad you're okay.'

eddie hums, sighing.

'me too.'

steves arms tighten around him, one hand sliding up into eddie's now dry and frizzy curls, his fingers twisting in them and tugging lightly in a way that makes eddie melt against him even more.

'stevie,' he says, almost whimpering.

'mhmm.'

'can i...' he cuts off, taking a breath, hesitating.

'can you...' steve prompts gently.

'fuck. can i kiss you? please? i...'

steve pulls at his hair, exhaling sharply.

'yes. yes, come here, eddie, please, i need it.'

eddie scrambles to sit up, kneeling next to steve and leaning over him. his hair falls around their faces like a curtain, and steve reaches up to push it back, holding eddie's head in his head as he struggles to sit up to meet him. eddie puts his hands on steve's chest.

he leans down, brushing their lips together, inhaling as steve exhales, like he's stealing his very breath.

he squeezes his eyes shut when they finally kiss. steve is so gentle. so careful. like the bats got to eddie's lips too.

steve tastes like mint toothpaste. his fingertips are light on eddie's skin, brushing over his cheeks, behind his ears, over the sides of his neck, and eddie wishes they'd done this that first day, in the locker room, because this might have been what he's been missing this whole time. it's so good.

'jesus, stevie.'

steve pulls him back down, kissing him desperately, sucking on his lip, and eddie's never been kissed like this before. so carefully, so tenderly. eddie moves to lay down again, his head resting on steve's shoulder, but steve doesn't pull away. his arm wraps around eddie's neck, his fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and eddie wraps an arm around his waist, humming breathily as steve's teeth tease his lip.

they kiss until eddie's lips are sore. until his lips are slick with spit and he's breathless,

when they finally part, eddie exhales, smiling.

'woah.'

steve laughs softly, pulling eddie closer until eddie's face presses to his chest.

''s nice,' steve murmurs. he kisses the top of eddie's head.

'youre nice.'

'go to sleep, baby.'

'okay.'

he closes his eyes and slips a hand under the hem of steve's t-shirt to press to his warm skin. he sighs, pressing closer, still smiling absently, because he just kissed steve harrington (for a while), and the world is saved, and all his friends are okay, and his charges are going to get dropped, and then he's going to be able to see wayne and his friends from school, and everything is okay.

it's still almost silent when he starts to drift off, but he can feel every breath that steve takes, every rise and fall of his chest, and he can hear steve's heartbeat, can feel it right against his cheek. he falls asleep.

[writers-hes]

Hallmark Holiday (e.munson x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You love holidays, especially Valentine’s Day, but Eddie thinks that Valentine’s Day is a made up holiday to increase chocolate, card, and flower sales. REQUESTED: no (working on something really cute tho…) WARNINGS: fluff, angst, really really tooth rotting fluffy ending, not proofread PAIRINGS: Eddie Munson x Reader WORD COUNT: 3.4k+ helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs

A/N: To my yearly valentines, Happy Valentine’s Day!

“It’s Valentine’s Day soon,” Dustin Henderson says, putting his tray down on the lunch table. “What are your plans, gentlemen?”

“I’ll probably try giving Max some chocolates or flowers. I don’t know what she really likes,” Lucas replied. “I think a new cassette tape?” 

“Hm,” Dustin nodded, and then looked at Mike for his input. 

“I mean, my girlfriend is in California,” he shrugged. “I’ll probably send her a letter.”

Eddie listened in as everybody talked about their Valentine’s plans. Gareth was planning on asking someone out. Jeff was taking somebody to the movies. 

“You’re all so lame,” Dustin groaned, taking a spoonful of his chocolate pudding. “I’m going to build a small radio system for my Suzie. It will play all her favorite songs all night long,” 

“Turn around…look at what you see,” Lucas teased, earning a shove from Dustin. 

“Is that even possible? She’ll probably get sick of you, dude,” Gareth chimed in. 

“Not my Suzie-poo. She loves stuff like this. Radios, technology, and all that,” Dustin replied. “It will be perfect and I will be the best boyfriend ever,” 

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Jeff chimed in. “Eddie here prides himself as the best one, hm?”

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Who’s your girlfriend?”

“Do we know her?”

Questions from his juniors floated around the air and Eddie chuckled. 

“Yes, if you’re so curious,” he told them. 

“But we’ve never seen her,” Gareth added. “We don’t even know her name,” 

“Well, what are you doing for Valentine’s Day?” Dustin asked. 

“Nothing,” Eddie shrugged, his eyes confused. “Valentine’s day is just a fake holiday Hallmark made up to increase sales,” Upon the disbelief on his friend’s faces, Eddie continued. “Besides, she’s not that kind of girl. She doesn’t like holidays.”

“I’m so excited for Valentines,” you gushed to Robin. “Eddie’s so sweet, I know he’ll do something. Obviously, I don’t expect something grand or whatever but you know, it would be nice to go to the movies or have a dinner date,”  

Robin still couldn’t believe that one of her best friends was dating Eddie Munson. According to you, you met Eddie at work. You were busy shelving the latest-released books when he came up to you, asking for any stocks of The Lord of the Rings. You told him you’ll take him there and you did and then, he took you out on a date. 

Being a reader, you were such a romantic at heart. You’d have no problem reading the day away as long as it was a romance book. Eddie would always groan but you knew that he never minded. In fact, you both loved to spend the day reading together in your room, in their trailer, or somewhere else. You loved big gestures and small gestures—you loved how romantic and silly Eddie is. He’d hold your hand at the mall and surprise you with flowers. You loved it all and Valentine’s Day, when every single mushy thing was allowed, was your favourite. 

“Hm, I wonder what to get for Eddie,” you mused. “He’s been looking at this dice set that had a matching guitar pick. Should I get that? It has the detailing of his guitar,” 

“That sounds nice,” Robin replied. “What are you getting for me? It’s galentines too, you know,” 

“It’s a secret,” you said. Every year, on the fifteenth, you, Robin, and Nancy would hold what was called a “Galentines” when you spend the night over at home with chocolates and ice cream. You’d end the night with gifts for each other and it was another tradition that you looked forward to. 

“Fine, fine,” Robin said. “Can’t believe I’m spending another Valentine’s Day single,” 

“Or…you can ask a pretty girlie named Vickie,” you teased. 

“Ugh, no! Vickie doesn’t like boobs,” Robin complained.

“But Steve said—“

“Steve doesn’t know anything!” she said. “Trust me. Vickie likes lots of things except boobs,” 

-

“Eddie!” you squealed, caught by surprise as you opened your car. You felt his familiar curls and warmth behind you, wrapped around you. He chuckled, kissing your head before detaching himself. “Are you coming along with me?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I saw you just as I was about to enter the building and decided to say hi,” 

“Hi,” you greeted, smiling up at him. 

“Hi, baby,” he replied, kissing your forehead. You raised your head higher, towards him and he chuckled before pecking your lips lightly. “Well, I gotta go. The boys are waiting for me,” 

“Bye, Eddie!” you said. “I’ll call you later okay?” 

“Yeah,” he said before running off, warmth flooding your chest. You couldn’t help it but you were sure that Eddie was going to surprise you for Valentine’s Day. It was your first Valentine’s together and it was so important for you to let him feel loved. The matching dice and pick was heavy in your purse and you drove off to the next store. 

You arrived at a record store just outside of Hawkins. You had the manager, Piper, help you with a playlist you’ve carefully curated for Eddie. She sometimes accepted playlist commissions, personalising multiple playlists for people. You were lucky that you found her, she was very hands-on and passionate about music.  

“Hey, kid,” she greeted, a smile on her face. “Here to get Eddie’s mixtape?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. Excitement showed itself on your face as she unwrapped a special cassette before you. On it was a sticker of Eddie’s Hellfire design stuck on the plastic. Instead of dice and flames, Piper opted for pink and red hearts—something that reminded her of you. 

“Piper, this is so beautiful,” you gasped. On the back of the cassette was your name and Eddie’s. It was beautiful and you were so excited to see Eddie’s face light up. You paid her and left the store, going to the local supermarket to buy chocolates and candies for your boyfriend. You even bought heart-shaped chocolates and biscuits for Steve, Wayne, Mike, Dustin, Max, and Lucas. Robin and Nancy’s gifts were already tucked away separately in your home. 

At home, you poured your entire time on cutting up hearts and wrapping the gifts in themed wrapping papers. You added a note on each of them, looking forward to giving them to your friends on Monday, Valentine’s Day. 

-

Monday comes and you smile at the plate of heart-shaped pancakes your mom made for you. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” she greeted, kissing the side of your head. “Dad and I are going to have a lovely dinner tonight. What are your plans with Eddie?” she asked before sitting beside you. 

“I don’t know but I’m so excited. He’s been acting suspicious lately and I know it’s a surprise,” you said, telling her about the time when you saw Eddie rush to the mall. 

“Whatever it is, I’m so excited to hear all about it!” she said. “Except for the parts I don’t want to know, of course.” 

“Mom!” you groaned. “It’s nothing like that, I promise,”

“Okay, okay!” she laughed and you chuckled. Maybe the reason why you loved Valentine’s Day so much was because of how your parents celebrated it. Your mom always made heart-shaped pancakes with berry syrup in the morning. She and your dad would have a special Valentine’s day gift for you. It was always a great time when you watched them reveal their gifts for each other. A watch that your dad liked. A cooking class that they’ve been eyeing. It was always heartwarming and you knew that it was something you wanted to share with Eddie. 

You were bummed because Eddie didn’t pick you up but it was fine. He didn’t have to do it all the time…it’s just that it was Valentine’s Day. 

Walking in the school corridor, you smiled when Nancy linked her arms with yours. 

“Happy Valentines!” she greeted. “Where to?”

“My locker! I’ll get some stuff for the next subjects. You?” 

“Going with you,” she replied. “I wonder what Eddie has up on his sleeve for Valentine’s. How are you guys spending it?”

“I don’t know yet,” you told her. “He’s so secretive about it,”

“Really?” Nancy asked. “Maybe he has some big surprise for you! I’m so excited to see all of it,” 

“You think so?”

“I know so,” she shrugged. “Eddie adores you. There’s nothing that man won’t do to make you happy,”

“How about you and Jonathan? How are you guys spending it?” you asked. 

“I’ll call him later,” you heard her say.”But he sent a package of pictures that he collected over the years, some chocolates, and a sweet note! I’ll let you read them tomorrow,” 

“Nancy! That’s so sweet,” you gushed. You stopped in front of your locker, bracing yourself for a letter that could fall when you opened it. You breathed as you unlocked it, shoulders falling when you found that it was empty. No roses, chocolates, or a sweet note. Come to think of it, Eddie didn’t wait for you by the door. 

“Don’t worry,” Nancy said upon seeing your crestfallen expression. “I’m sure there’s something,”

“Y-yeah,” 

-

You watched as couples celebrated by surprising each other during lunch time. Eddie seemed to be determined to ignore you for the rest of the day but you brushed it off—maybe there’s a surprise. 

Meanwhile, Eddie looked puzzled. In front of him, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were all rushing to get wrapped gifts from their pockets. 

“Dude! Your gift sucks,” Dustin snickered, seeing Mike’s crumpled gift paper. 

“I didn’t have any space in my bag because some asshole asked me to keep his jersey because he forgot his bag,” Mike replied, scowling at Lucas who only seemed to shrug. 

“Anyways, doesn’t she sit with Nancy?” Lucas asked, a box of chocolates tied with a pink ribbon in his hand. Dustin replied with the affirmative while Eddie looked at them, wondering who this girl is to receive such thoughtful gifts from his juniors. He continued to watch as the juniors ran towards Nancy Wheeler’s table; to you. He leaned in, trying to make out the conversation but he couldn’t. 

“Hey, guys!” you greeted. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike all said hey, shy smiles on their faces. “Happy Valentine’s Day. I got you something.” You rummaged through your bag until you found three red boxes all with personalised names and messages. “Dustin, Lucas, and Mike…here you go,”

“Thank you!” Dustin beamed before giving his gift for you. The others did the same and you chuckled at their excitement. In Dustin’s box was a baseball hat in his favourite colorway, Lucas got a shirt that he could use for practice, while Mike got a cute polo for his next Californian trip. You heard more expressions of appreciation before they walked back to the Hellfire table. Your smile dropped when you saw Eddie frowning before turning away, looking at the kids’ best attempt to wrap their gifts. 

“You’re really close with them,” one of your friends commented and you nodded. 

“Yeah, well, I used to babysit them alot and we kind of just stayed friends,”

“You know her?” Eddie asked the trio when they sat back down. 

“Yeah. She used to babysit us and Valentine’s kind of became a tradition,” Mike replied. “She makes sure we get things like these every year especially because we had no girlfriends back then,”

“Oh,” Eddie nodded, a soft smile on his face. “That’s nice of her,”

“Yeah. She gives these things to all of us. Robin, Nancy, Steve, Max, and everyone else,” Lucas added. “I don’t know. Somebody slipped that she has a boyfriend now so maybe she’ll get something big,”

Eddie scoffed. You weren’t like that…right?

-

The bell rings and students of Hawkins High fill the corridors. It was Valentine’s Day and there was love in the air. Couples were more affectionate than usual and everyone received flowers, chocolates, and everything else for the holiday…everyone except for you, it seemed. 

You smiled when Eddie ran towards you in your meeting place, the benches by the woods. 

“Hey,” he said, smiling at you before kissing your head. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you greeted, a blush on your face. 

“Why did you ask to meet here?”

“Well…it’s uh, Valentine’s Day and—“

“and we don’t celebrate it, right?” he asked. 

“Oh,” you nodded, swallowing and slyly putting away the gift box you’ve been hiding from him. “W-we don’t?”

“I mean, we don’t celebrate holidays,”

“We do, though…” you replied weakly. Your heart dropped at Eddie’s teasing smile.

“Come on, princess. We don’t. We didn’t celebrate New Year’s Day or Christmas,” he countered before chuckling. 

“We baked cookies on Christmas day and spent New Year’s Eve with the kids,” you offered. “But…um, anyways…I know we don’t celebrate holidays,” you replied bitterly. “but I thought it’d be nice to get something for my boyfriend,”

Eddie’s teasing smile drops when he hears the waver in your voice. You were trying so hard not to frown, blinking the tears away when you bent down and retrieved a red and black box from your bag. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie,” you smiled weakly. You ran off with your bag before Eddie could even say anything. He was just dumbfounded. He groaned before plopping on the bench, opening the box and seeing everything you’ve gotten for him—a guitar pick, a dice set, a mixtape, and a note. 

Happy first Valentine’s day, Eddie. I love you. 

Your boyfriend ran a hand on his face. It was the first time you told him that you loved him and he tanked it because he thought you weren’t the type to celebrate Valentine’s. What stupid reason made him believe so? You baked cookies for Christmas and exchanged gifts but Eddie thought that it was obligatory. You spent the New Year’s Eve together but isn’t that what couples do? Wasn’t Valentine’s Day just a small holiday? A holiday that greeting cards made up to increase sales? 

He felt stupid—of course you’d celebrate Valentine’s Day. It was going to be your first Valentine’s Day and you loved to celebrate things. Your first month anniversary, Eddie passing an exam…you loved to celebrate. So, why didn’t he think of celebrating this with you?

“Jesus Christ!”

-

“He said that we weren’t the type to celebrate Valentine’s day,” you told Nancy and Robin. As soon as you got home, you asked them if it would be okay to celebrate your Valentine’s together. They immediately agreed, bringing with them gifts, chocolates, and snacks. 

“He’s so dumb,” Robin replied. “Sorry. I was the one who planted that he might have a big surprise for you,”

“It’s okay, Robs,” you assured her. “I just…it kind of sucks because I was really looking forward to spending more time with him but I’m really thankful that you guys agreed to celebrate a day early. I don’t want to spend Valentine’s alone,”

“It’s alright,” Nancy replied. “Jonathan and I already called each other. We have the whole night free,”

“Pizza and cheesy romcoms?” you asked them. 

“Pizza and cheesy romcoms,” Robin replied. “Let’s watch the cheesiest ones! I brought some tapes from Family Video,” 

-

It’s not like Eddie could call anybody else. Hellfire was doing something and he hoped—at least that Steve Harrington didn’t bring anyone to a Valentine’s Dinner. 

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” he mumbled as he listened to Harrington’s phone ring. 

“Hello?”

“Steve!” he exclaimed. 

“Huh, you’re not on a date?” Steve asked. He was confused. Didn’t he have a girlfriend?

“I wouldn’t be calling if I was!” 

“Geez, sorry. Just wondering because you have a girlfriend and as far as I’m concerned, she’s really big on celebrations,” Steve explained.

“Look, sorry—I didn’t mean to be rude but can I come over?” 

“Sure.”

-

“So you’re telling me, you didn’t get her anything or do anything?” Steve asked. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t know she was the type to celebrate! I mean, I really thought that we only celebrated New Years and Christmas because it was an obligation since it’s such a big holiday,” he rambled. “I mean, I should’ve figured out that we’re supposed to celebrate it because it’s our first Valentine’s but I didn’t and now I feel terrible because she told me that she loves me and had this beautifully elaborate gift and I gave her nothing!” 

“Hold on,” Steve said. “She told you she loved you? You’re fucked,” 

“I know and I really love her and I don’t know if she’ll believe me because I gave her nothing!” 

“Just…explain everything, man. I’m sure she’d understand,” Steve assured. “I mean, obviously you fucked up but if you’re honest and you explain everything, I’m sure it’d be fine,”

“You really think so?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded. It was amusing to see Eddie so worried. He never usually worries and it’s true that Eddie had never had a girlfriend before. He’s been on a few dates, sure but never a girlfriend. It was quite entertaining, to say the least—the metalhead falling head over heels for Hawkins’ Sweetheart. 

-

The lights are on, but you're not home

Your mind is not your own…

“Jesus Christ, who’s playing songs in the morning?” Robin groaned, burying her head to the bed.

There's no doubt, you're in deep

Your throat is tight, you can't breathe

Another kiss is all you need

“Quit it!” Nancy added. “It’s like…five in the morning,”

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

You groaned before checking to see where the song came from. Who in their right mind would play a love song at eight o’clock? You groggily waddled your way to the window. The sound came from outside, that you were sure. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, altering Robin and Nancy.

“What? What?” Robin asked, sitting up.

“It’s Eddie,” you told them. “He’s outside!” 

Your friends ran towards the window and sure enough, Hawkins’ Eddie Munson was outside, standing on your porch carrying a boombox. 

“Oh my god,” 

“Oh my god,”

A teddy bear hugging a red heart was sitting on a foldable chair. Eddie’s black van was adorned with red and pink balloons. A big “I love you bear-y much” sign could be seen leaning on the van. 

You left your friends standing with their mouths wide open, running towards Eddie.

Eddie felt warmth on his cheeks when he saw Nancy and Robin but he didn’t care. He’s done worse things to get attention and this one would actually take the cake. His arms were wobbling but he didn’t care. He waited until you got out of your house, hair sticking out everywhere. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you greeted, a shy smile on your face. Eddie puts the boombox down before smiling at you. 

“Hello, princess,”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I wanted to apologize to you,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t celebrate Valentine’s with you yesterday. I, uh, didn’t know how to celebrate it and I didn’t know that you celebrated it. It’s all on me, though because it’s our first Valentine’s and we should’ve done something together and I just—I didn’t know. I’m really sorry,”

“Eddie—“

“Look! This teddy bear says I love you bear-y much and I love you bear-y much. I looked for the biggest bear I could find in Hawkins but if you don’t like the bear, I have these berries,” he stopped when he picked up a container of chocolate-coated strawberries that he and Steve made last night. “and it’s supposed to say that I love you berry much and I do love you. Please don’t break up with me. I promise to celebrate every holiday with you and make you feel important and special and—“

“Eddie! It’s okay,” you laughed. “You’re forgiven,” 

“I’m really sorry I have these chocolates—wait, I am?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just…talk to me about things next time, okay? If we’re unsure about something, let’s talk about it and find a common ground,”

“Okay,” he nodded. “That…that’s actually good. I’ll learn everything about you…how to treat you the best and stuff,” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

“Question—were you gonna camp out here if I didn’t go out?” you asked.

“Yeah but I’ll definitely have to put the stereo down at some point. My arms almost gave up. It’s a good thing I have my charm with me, huh?” he asked, taking a step closer. 

“Yeah, really good thing,” you nodded, taking Eddie’s face and kissing him where you wanted to kiss him the most. 

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[piratefishmama]

i think ppl give the parents a lot of 'acceptance' credit considering how happily they all just kinda jumped on the 'we hate Eddie' train without any actual evidence.

all they had was the police saying he was a suspect, and stereotypes.

He had Erica "Just the Facts!!" Sinclair calling it bullshit, that alone would have had me going hm. Maybe we should look at this a little closer, yeah?

We give them a lot of credit, especially Claudia. I always see her as very accepting, very accomodating, always welcoming the queer kids in with open arms, love, and acceptance, but i can also very easily imagine her going along with the crowd, adopting the popular choice to judge, to be against them, instead of thinking for herself.

like i can imagine Dustin has spent a lot of time rambling about Eddie, i bet he's probably gushed about this really cool older student who took him, Mike, and Lucas in at the start of the year and kept them safe, let them play with his group, Dustin's a talkative kid, she just... doesnt seem to have listened.

doesnt seem to have formed an opinion on who Eddie might be as a person.

idk, I think there should be more 'maybe she's not as safe as we assume she might be' takes. Even though they suck to think about, some people just arent safe, and you can never tell who the those people are gonna be.

[flowerfan2]

Enter Sandman

Steddie, 1200 words.  Read on A03 here.

Steve struggles to find a way to help Eddie with his nightmares.  (He does).

*****

After Eddie gets back, he’s haunted by nightmares.  They all are, really, but the rest of them have been through it before, and Eddie’s seem to be pretty damn awful.  Eddie doesn’t tell his new friends what happened to him in the week before they managed to retrieve his body, and no one knows why he isn’t dead.  Steve thinks that’s probably what he dreams about, but he doesn’t ask.

Eddie stays at Steve’s house for a while, until his parents come home and he goes over to the Byers’ for a few days.  But Steve didn’t prepare Will for what happens during Eddie’s nightmares, how their friend seizes and twists, how he spends hours unresponsive, his eyes staring blindly at the ceiling, moaning and crying until his throat is raw.

Will shows up at Steve’s house the next day, furious, wanting to know how Steve could have let this happen, and drags him over to Mike and Nancy’s house for a meeting.  They all sit together in the Wheeler’s basement, Eddie curled up under the table where El once hid, his arms wrapped around his knees.  They’re good kids, all of them, but their frantic brainstorming doesn’t get them anywhere.

At some point Steve pulls Will aside, and asks him if he ever had the same thing happen to him, nightmares that won’t go away and that he couldn’t wake up from.  The look on Will’s face – almost condescending, which is a rare thing for Will – makes Steve realize there’s still a lot about what Will went through, maybe still goes through, that he doesn’t know.  His heart aches for him, for all them, but he doesn’t know what to do.

Steve’s in the kitchen making mac and cheese and cutting up cucumbers for a salad – they’ve got to eat something healthy once in a while – when the music starts blaring.  He doesn’t recognize it, except to assume that it’s a hit list of Eddie’s favorites.  He checks in, and Dustin proudly explains that they have concluded that just like with Vecna, playing Eddie’s favorite songs will stop his nightmares.  Steve doesn’t tell them he’s already tried this.  Maybe it will be different this time, maybe they’ll play just the right song at just the right time.  Maybe Steve didn’t do it right, and this group of teens with their hearts on their sleeves will come up with the answer after all.

That night Dustin and Will give it their best shot, but it doesn’t work.

The next day Steve finds Eddie sitting outside on his back patio, eyes red and practically swallowed by the bags underneath them.  He looks like shit.  Steve asks him if he remembers his nightmares, and this time Eddie actually talks about it.  He says when he’s in the dream, he thinks he’s dead, he feels the demobats eating him, wrenching pieces of his flesh out with their teeth, and even though he hears the music, it doesn’t make any difference, he’s still stuck there.

Eddie describes how every time, he can feel himself being ripped apart, can see the blood gushing out of his body.  How he tries and tries to get away, but he’s frozen, unable to move and unable to wake up.  Steve sits down next to him on the deck chair and just listens as Eddie describes the different variations the dream takes, each one more terrifying  than the next.  

Eddie seems to feel a little bit better after he reveals all of this horror to Steve.  They make breakfast together, jostling each other out of the way as they pretend nothing’s wrong.  They groan about Eddie’s attempt to make bat-shaped pancakes (“then I can rip <i>them</i> apart with my teeth”), and make more of a mess of Steve’s kitchen than it may have ever seen before.  But by the afternoon Eddie is listless, exhaustion written all over his face.

Steve suggests they watch a movie, and he tucks them in on his couch with an old, soft quilt he found in a box in the attic.  Eddie leans against Steve’s shoulder, his hair tickling Steve’s nose.  For a while Steve thinks Eddie might actually get some rest, but every time he seems to drift off he jerks awake.  “Don’t know how much longer I can take this,” Eddie breathes out, and Steve wraps his arms around him, rubs his back and wishes there was something he could do to take the pain away.

That night Eddie stays at Steve’s house.  His parents are away again, and the Byers need a break.  And Steve needs Eddie nearby.  If his friend has to go through this, Steve wants to be there for him, even if he can’t do more than that.

He’s got an idea of his own to try tonight, though.  He figures it can’t hurt.

When Eddie goes to bed, Steve settles himself in the hall outside the guest room, a battered copy of some fantasy novel propped on his knees.  Dustin claims it will change his life, but he can’t focus on it, just sits quietly and listens to the sound of Eddie’s breathing behind the gently closed door.  After a while Steve cracks the door open, just enough that he can see Eddie in silhouette on the bed, the comforter pulled up to his neck.

Less than an hour after Eddie has fallen asleep, it begins.  Eddie starts to mutter and moan, and then his limbs begin to jerk.  Steve’s in the bedroom, a hand on his shoulder, in moments.

When Eddie’s eyes fly open and his body tenses, Steve turns on his tape player and starts singing along, off key, into Eddie’s ear.  

<i>Jitterbug.  Jitterbug.</i>

Eddie stills for a minute and blinks, his dark eyes unfocused.  Steve keeps going, throwing himself into it, as ridiculous as he can be.

<i>You put the boom-boom into my heart (ooh-ooh)</i> <i>You send my soul sky-high</i> <i>When your lovin' starts</i> <i>Jitterbug into my brain (yeah-yeah)</i> <i>Goes a bang-bang-bang</i> <i>'Til my feet do the same.</i>

By the time Steve gets to “wake me up before you go-go” Eddie is staring at him, breathing heavily but awake and aware. Steve sings another verse just for shits and grins, and then breaks off, laughing at the astonished look on Eddie’s face.

“It worked,” Eddie says, his eyes wide.  “How did it work?”

Steve shrugs.  “Figured you’d never voluntarily listen to Wham! – even in a nightmare.  So you’d have to realize this was something different.”

Eddie wraps Steve in a crushing hug.  “Thank you, fuck, thank you,” he says, pressing his face into Steve’s neck.  “But you know what you have to do now, don’t you?”  Eddie loosens his hold on Steve and folds back the blankets.  

Eddie’s meaning is clear, and Steve doesn’t hesitate before sliding under the blankets with Eddie and curling up against him.  

“It’s gonna happen again, though,” Eddie says, after a few moments.

“Then I’ll sing to you again.”  Steve finds Eddie’s hand and twines their fingers together.  “For as long as it takes.”

“There’s something crazy ironic about all this, isn’t there?”  Eddie says.  “You singing.  At least you didn’t try to play guitar.”

“Oh, come on.  Maybe I’m the one with the future in rock music.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Eddie says, laughing softly against Steve’s chest.  It’s the best thing Steve’s heard in a long time.

[hawrthfire]

A little Steddie enemies to lovers thing I've been brewing

-Due to the last three years worth of concussions and trauma Steve has lost most of his hearing and had severe memory loss. he doesn't remember most of high school and has difficulty remembering day-to-day things. Along with the rest of the party, he had to take government-mandated therapy. They also offered to give steve ASL lessons, and the party volunteered to do it with him so they could all use it.-

-Eddie never thought that taking in a few lost sheep would lead him to one Steve Harrington. He never thought he'd have to listen to Dustin Henderson yap on about how cool "King Steve" was. How he was apparently some badass with a nail bat. He does NOT and will NOT ever believe Harrington is anything other than a rich, entitled, bully who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself.-

-Steve doesn't really get D&D, but the kids adore the game so he lets them recount their Hellfire sessions and makes sure to ask questions to better understand. Dustin talks the most, often gushing over their DM Eddie. According to him Eddie and him would get along well if they ever met. After all the things he's heard about him, Steves isn't so sure about it. He sounds way cooler and more fit for the kids but he would do anything for them. Time to try befriending Eddie the Banished.-

[bobawitch]

Saving My Rebel//Eddie MunsonxReader

Chapter 3

When you got home later that day your little brother was sitting in the living room. “Hey champ, where are mom and dad?” He shrugged before turning down the volume on his cartoons. “Hey sissy, who was that boy on the news earlier?”

You tensed before sighing, setting your bag down and sitting next to your brother. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug before scruffing his hair, he giggled before settling into the embrace. “He’s an old friend of mine. He’s in some trouble right now.” You sighed, pushing a hand through your hair. 

“Oh, is it serious trouble??” You paused, looking into your brother’s eyes before nodding. “Yeah bud, it is.” As you were about to explain, your mother walked in. “Toby, go to your room. I need to talk to your sister.”

You took a deep breath, squeezing your brother before letting him go to his room. You stood up and walked around the couch. You grabbed the small bag of snacks you had gone and bought as a diversion for why you left. “So where did you run to in a hurry this morning?” Your mother asked. “Went to go see some friends, we just walked around for a bit and ate some snacks. Had extra.” You finished your fake story by lifting the bag.

“So can I go to my room or do we need to have a formal meeting?” 

Your mother scoffed and waved you off. 

Before you knew it it was closing time and you were more than eager to leave. You had gotten Eddie a burger, a beer, some chips, and your small bag of weed that you saved for special occasions. You got your coworker to fully close for you so you were able to run out of there immediately. You got back to the shed and you noticed another car. Your brain went into panic mode and you immediately jumped from your car. You ran towards the shed and slammed the door open. After that there were many loud noises. Yelling and many hands began flailing but your eyes met Eddie’s and you suddenly felt calm again. 

“Guys guys guys it’s ok!” Eddie yelled, flailing his arms into the fest of people around him. The tallest, a boy with quite a bit of hair, was the first to calm down.

He turned to a smaller kid with a dorky hat and lots of curly hair. “Dustin shut up, someone might hear.” He gently smacked the boy’s  arm to shut him up. The boy called Dustin stopped talking and sighed, beginning to pace with a red head girl. You looked at the other people before resting your eyes on Robin. “Oh my god. Robin?!” You exclaim at the girl and she smiled.

“Y/N!?” She replied and came to you, hugging you.

The boy with the hair commented, “Uh.. does anyone want to explain who this mystery chick is?”

Robin scoffed as she let go of you. “Shut up Harrington, you should remember her! It’s Y/N! Y/N L/N, she was the punk girl with the crazy hair and the band shirts!” You gushed at her description and put up a hand in protest before shaking your head. “It’s cool dude, I don’t really remember you either…” You said and shrugged. 

He looked slightly offended before Dustin began again. 

“Hey I’m all for the reunion but we need to get back to Eddie’s story.” 

Steve sighed and nodded, turning back to Eddie who was standing right in front of one of those shitty crates they store milk in. He looked a bit pale when Dustin mentioned talking about what happened again.

Soon you found yourself sitting next to Dustin, listening to Eddie and then listening to Dustin about some crazy conspiracy theory about Hawkins.

“Woah woah woah. What do you mean that it’s not that far off when people say Hawkins is cursed… Like demons and possessed people and shit? Or like zombies and shit.” 

The red head shrugged and looked at Dustin, Dustin nodded slowly and you looked at Eddie. You and Eddie just stared at each other for a minute before you heard Steve talk again. “Listen, it's late and we can’t do anything right now. We’ll figure out more with this Vecna creep tomorrow. We’ll bring you food too.” He motioned to Eddie when he said you. 

You nodded slowly, “I’ll stay for a bit longer, brought him food anyways.” 

The others nodded, grabbing their stuff and leaving the shed. You scooted yourself over to Eddie once they left and gently placed your hand on his hand. “How are you feeling dude?” You said sympathetically. 

Eddie grasped onto your hand and stared forward. He was less tense than when you first found him but he was definitely scared. You gripped his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. His attention was snapped away from his thoughts and he looked at you. He sighed and nodded. “Yeah I guess… definitely a little jumpy.” Soon he looked down at your hands. He smirked. “You getting soft on me?” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes. “You were the one that grabbed my hand dorkus.” 

You stood and grabbed the bag from your work. “I have your food, you should eat.” 

He sighed and nodded, pushing himself up from his own knees. “Grabbed your favorite. I originally brought some weed too but I don’t think being high will help now.. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He nodded as he unwrapped the burger, devouring it like a wild animal. 

You stood by the window, looking out into the dark. 

“When do you want me to leave?” Eddie looked up, his mouth full. 

“You’re leaving?” He said with a few flakes of bun leaping out. You cringed, “keep your mouth shut freakazoid!” You said, smiling after. 

He swallowed, drinking some of the beer you brought him and wiping his mouth. 

“I just didn’t think you’d leave..” He said gently. 

You met his eyes and your heart melted. You tugged on your Metallica shirt and cleared your throat. 

“Well I just thought I should leave… I mean you don’t need or want me to.”

The silence grew and Eddie met your eyes. You looked away, heat growing on your cheeks. 

“Please don’t uh.. Don’t leave.” He lost your eyes then, wandering down to the floor as he spoke. 

You slowly nod and look away from the window. “Yes I’ll stay. Mom can deal.” You said, looking at Eddie and smiling. 

He smiled weakly and moved back to the canoe. He had finished the food and seemed to be ready to hide again. You moved to him as well, grabbing some of the camping gear that laid in the old shack. Eddie watched you with a close eye. 

“You can sleep in the canoe, I’ll sleep on the ground Y/N” He offered. 

You looked up and laughed. “How about we share the canoe?” You didn’t want to make him sleep on the ground after the shit he saw. Eddie stared at you long and hard. He didn’t know what to say in response. He hadn’t exactly been that physically close to you just about ever and you were, well Harrington would’ve put it better but a total babe.

He smirked, “you just trying to sleep with me Y/N” 

Your face turned red and you threw the camping blanket at him. 

“Oh shut up Munson! Forget I suggested it!” You mumbled and began to move off. 

Suddenly you felt him grab your arm and pull you back. “I was joking. I’d like that a lot.” He said. 

Soon you found yourself laying on him, your head against his chest. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest but soon Eddie began to hum. His hands combed through your hair. And soon you fell into a gentle sleep.

previous chapter here: https://www.tumblr.com/bobawitch/691848783091335168/saving-my-rebel-eddie-munson-x-reader?source=share

[penny00dreadful]

First Impressions - Chapter 2

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As soon as Chrissy got back into the comfort of their home her tension dissipated and she started to gush about Robin.

Eddie tried to listen in, he really did, but his brain was stuck inbetween the sheer audacity of Dustin fucking Henderson and invasive images of golden veiny forearms and a full pouting mouth that looked like it was regularly swiped with at least chapstick and a downright bitchy attitude that dug it's fucking claws into him.

Chrissy was in the middle of a monologue about Robin’s terrible dancing before she cut herself off and narrowed her eyes at him, handing him a cup of her weird sleepy tea.

“You’re being unusually quiet.”

He took the cup from her and grimaced at the smell. “I can be quiet.”

“Eddie, you used to deliver sermons on lunch tables about conformity and set off bang snaps in the staff room, you are incapable of being quiet.”

He rolled his eyes and sipped his pungent tea. It tasted like ass but whether it was due to constant exposure or the placebo effect it did actually help him to fall asleep quicker.

Chrissy chewed the inside of her cheek, her gaze boring right through him. "Did you get a chance to talk with Steve?"

"Jesus, what is everyone's obsession with me and Harrington? Yes I spoke to him, but I needn't have. I don't know what kind of lightning strike you were expecting, Chris, but to me he seems to be the same vapid, vain and pompous ass as he always was. I'm just glad I never have to see him again."

Chrissy dropped her stare, and seemed suddenly very interested in her own cup of tea.

Eddie looked up at her from his position on the couch, letting his eyes linger as her cheeks steadily got redder and redder. 

If it's one thing that people didn't think Eddie Munson was, it was patient. But he'd spent his life waiting out his bully's tirades so he could verbally tear them down, waiting out his father's anger, locking himself in the bathroom until he could escape, waiting out a heated gaze across a dance floor until they came to him .

Chrissy continued to fidget under his stare before she eventually huffed and glared up at him with only a little irritation.

"Robin invited me to hang out with her tomorrow. Maybe see a movie. Said I could bring you if I wanted."

"You want me to third wheel your date with Robin?"

Chrissy scowled at him, the gesture not quite distracting from the click of her throat as she swallowed and fidgeted with her mug.

“It’s not a date. I’m not- I don’t like girls. Even if she does. That doesn’t make it a date.”

“She told you?”

She levelled him with an unimpressed look. “I know what it looks like when someone has a crush on me, Eds. I’ve seen it enough.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, maybe preening just a little .

He couldn’t even be mad, Chrissy was hot as shit. He knew it. She knew it. It had taken him a long time to help her build her confidence level up to where it rightfully should be and that confidence looked damn good on her.

“You sure it’s only one sided? You spent the whole car ride talking about her hands .”

“She has nice hands!”

“Sure. If you say so.” He spoke into his mug, taking a large gulp of his disgusting tea, trying to figure out how to approach the next topic. “And you’re okay with that? Hanging out with someone who has a big lesbian crush on you?”

Chrissy almost looked offended that he’d even asked. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be? She’s sweet.”

Eddie shrugged, pulling her down to sit next to him, throwing his long skinny legs over hers and settling back into the arm of the chair. “In my experience, straight people are usually not okay with that.”

She tore her eyes away from his and began to pull the threads at the rips in his jeans and shrugged. 

The silence stretched on and Eddie could tell from her posture he wouldn’t be getting much more out of her on the topic so he switched. 

“Anyway, why would Robin inviting you to hang out mean I’d have to see Harrington again?”

“He’ll be driving us, she kinda panicked when she asked and invited Steve as well. So you came up as an option to join too.”

“As a fourth wheel?” Eddie dropped his head back and let out a long suffering groan. “Sorry, honey bunny, no can do. I am not suffering through that . Harrington is already there as your buffer in shining armour and you actually like him for some reason, which I do not understand. I think my day would be better spent vegetating.”

“You mean procrastinating dealing with your writer's block?” She smirked, lightly dragging her manicured nails over his bare knee where she knew he was ticklish.

He jerked his legs away and glared. “Don’t mention the war.”

They spent the next few minutes bickering back and forth as they finished off their nasty herbal concoction. Chrissy gulped it down eagerly. Eddie powered through. Eventually they both slouched off to their respective rooms.

He stood in the middle of his room, staring into nothing, eyes unfocused as he got lost in his head. His mind wandered back to hair. His hair. His stupid, styled, soft, swooping hair. So clean and voluminous and thick. What would it look like if it was dirty? Had the King ever deigned to let it get dirty? Did grime just fall off it like plastic? How would it look finally crushed or flattened after exercise? Flopping and damp with sweat or water from showers, pool water, lake water, sea water... maybe cut through with black goop and just a bit of blood. All fucked up and tugged in different directions from wandering hands-

Stop.

As he scrabbled desperately for the steering wheel in his mind, he wrenched it back into safer territory and far away from... whatever the fuck that was. He didn't want to think about it.

Unfortunately for him, safer territory was still torturous.

The damn insufferable writer's block was completely wrecking his head and had been haunting him for weeks. Why was it, the second he'd decided he might send something off to some publishers, he found himself completely stopped dead. 

Eirwen's story seemed to just drop off a cliff at the midway mark. 

She'd been trapped for a hundred years in her glass coffin, the bite of the poisoned apple didn't get dislodged from her throat as it did in the original fairy tale, instead dissolving into her body, freezing her in a stasis between life and death. She was put on display in the prince's castle, until his grandchildren, weirded out by his obsession over her beauty, stuck her up in the attic after he died. They ended up cracking the glass as they moved her and she'd broken free, swearing revenge on her stepmother and captors. She was now some feral undead thing driven only by bloodlust, donning the castle's old rusty armour and gripping ancient weapons and then-

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Oftentimes Eddie had the end of a story figured out before the middle but he was in the middle of the story now and there was just nothing. No ending, nothing else of the story. A blank empty void where the rest of the story should be.

It was difficult to explain. Inspiration came to him like lightning strikes and it could come at any time. He’d be out in the world and he’d see something or hear something or someone said something and it was like an entire story dropped into his head. It would need fleshing out but all the bullet points were there. And if they weren't all there then… there was nothing he could do. He couldn't force it. Couldn't make it happen. He just had to wait.  

Wait for something else to infect his mind and latch on.

He'd tried to force it before and it was just pathetic really. He had delivered one of the worst campaigns he'd ever written. Corroded Coffin never played the songs he wrote during that time. He'd burned those stories that he had dragged out of his brain. In those first few years it was like the earthquake had fucked his creativity so severely he thought it would never come back. 

But it had and now it seemed to have abandoned him again. A complete and utter blank space where stories used to run rampant. Right at the time he was trying to live out one of his many childhood dreams;

Go on tour with his super cool future band.

Publish a fantasy book that would have people lining up for the next in the series.

Find Santa Claus and make him explain why he never visited like he did with all the other kids.

Become an astronaut.

The book one had seemed the most achievable out of the four.

Eddie yanked himself out of his clothes, flinging them across his room in frustration, throwing himself down on his bed. He rubbed his face into his pillow before turning to glare at his typewriter.

This is all your fault.

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While obviously Will loves his brother more than anyone in the party his other favorite adult is Robin. She just absolutely gets him, and he gets her. Will describes their friendship the way Dustin and Max describe their relationship with Steve. Their favorite thing to do is go to all the art house movies nobody else in Hawkins cares about so basically they get the whole theater to themselves and can talk freely about it and the gay subtext that is either there or they completely make up for funsies. Most days Steve will slip a little money in her bag for lunch, not knowing she brings pack lunch, Robin doesn’t say anything and she uses that money for the movie tickets. Telling Will it’s best friendship tax for listening to him pine/gush about Eddie constantly.

[devildungeondm]

I could seriously gush about Eddie’s feelings on Dustin for hours. Here’s this kid who is incredibly smart, who loves a lot of the same things he does, and appreciates everything about him. Dustin not only looks up to him, which strokes his ego immensely, but he also contributes a lot to Eddie’s self esteem as a person.

Having been an only child, Eddie never knew what it was like to have younger siblings. While he rags on the younger teens in Hellfire more often than not, it comes from a place of affection. They make it easy to do when they act like complete morons.

Eddie sees Dustin as his next in command when it comes to Hellfire -- someone who gets the game for what it is and how it impacts creative minds. Someone who won’t let the man tear it down, who has a passion for storytelling and imagination. Dustin has shown him his experiments and inventions before, proving to Eddie just how intelligent he is.

Dustin supports his theatrics and even builds off of them. He listens to Eddie’s music and while he may not be a metalhead, himself, he never teases Eddie like the rest of those around him do. Dustin knows what it’s like to be different and doesn’t try to mold into the greater social culture, like Lucas starts to.

While utterly terrified over what he witnessed with Chrissy and feeling hunted down by all of Hawkins, Dustin is the first one to say he’s innocent. Dustin backs him up and defends him to everyone, with such conviction. It’s endearing and makes Eddie feel seen.

He has some jealousy over Dustin’s idolization of Steve Harrington, since King Steve represents everything he hates about the popular crowd and greater social norm expectations. But, once he experiences the dynamic between the two of them, it becomes more of an appreciation. He sees just how much Dustin and the other kids impacted Steve and coaxed him out of that terrible persona.

Dustin stays with Eddie until the very end. He’s the last person Eddie sees, and likely the only person he’s ever said I love you to other than his uncle. If he were to learn about how Dustin carried on his image of a hero beyond his death, that love would only continue to grow. He became a hero in his own story. He knew as he was dying that the kid was going to go on to do great things, and to be able to save him in the end made everything worth it.

[pinetreeshapedtriangle]

I have stranger things brainrot so have some fruity four headcanons (there’s a lot, so sorry)

- Steve’s parents made him learn piano, mostly as a show of wealth. They made him learn classical, but when he started teaching himself songs he liked, they stopped paying for lessons

- Wayne bought Eddie his first guitar (Wayne likes country or folk rock music, so that’s what Eddie learned to play in his early years)

- Robin collects rocks, if she’s out you can bet on her having at least 3 in her pockets at all times. She gifts them to people (Nancy keeps them all in a special Robin box)

- Nancy tells everyone her favourite book genre is mystery, it’s actually romance. She steals books from her mom

- Steve can sing, not insanely well, but good enough to surprise people. His parents never let him though, so he’s self conscious about it. But if he’s drunk enough he’ll sing along to his music

- to add onto the above head cannon, he’ll sing El lullaby’s if she isn’t feeling good

- Nancy gives Eddie hair care tips. She even takes him to get a perm in secret, he forgets he can’t get it wet and ruins it within 5 hours (she took pictures though, somehow Steve gets them all)

- Everyone borrows Nancy’s makeup. She pretends it bothers her, but she starts buying extra so there’s always enough (Steve uses lipgloss for the first time and Eddie snorts pop out his nose when he sees)

- Robin has bad sensory issues (canon) so Nancy finds her clothes that don’t irritate her, and gives her the idea to flip her socks inside out so the seams won’t bother her

- Robin loves listening to Nancy talk about her journalism stories. She always asks about them, and even suggests issues for Nancy to look into

- Nancy hates pickles. They’re not Robins favourite but sometimes she doesn’t mind them. Nancy gets so happy to finally have someone to take her pickles, Robin doesn’t have to heart to tell Nancy she’s getting sick of them

- Dustin gets Steve a mug with ‘best big brother’ written on it. Steve cries

- Eddie makes fun of Steve’s fancy hair care products. But he uses them once and they make his hair feel and look great, so he secretly buys the same products for home. He denies it vehemently

- after the Russian interrogation, getting high gives Steve panic attacks. He tried smoking with Eddie after Vecna, and Eddie held him through the panic attack. Eddie was extra careful with labeling his edible treats after that

- Nancy puts ads for Corroded Coffin concerts in any paper she works for, the crowds are always a little bigger after that

- Robin and Steve make corroded coffin shirt for the fruity four. They’re pretty horrible, but Eddie loves them. Asks for more for the rest of the band

- Eddie LOVES ketchup. Almost to a gross degree

- Robin and Eddie flirt very obnoxiously with each other in public. They think it’s hilarious

- Steve and Robin tell everyone they’re actually cousins just to get the dating rumours to stop. They swear Jason said ‘so what?’ after hearing this

- Eddie and Nancy start hanging out more, at first Nancy was helping him study but they actually got along great. Once Steve asked what they talk about and they both said ‘you’. They call themselves the ‘Steve’s type squad’ (they actually gush over a romance series they both read. Eddie would rather die than admit this)

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me - Chapter 3: There’s A Girl

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Warnings: 18+ content, minors are not welcome. Pregnancy, hurt/comfort, Eddie being an idiot

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Your mother, concerned you were isolating yourself, had taken it upon herself to take you to an early pregnancy class for young mothers. Lucky for you, it was the first session today so you could meet everyone instead of being able to skulk around at the back.

“It’s like a fucking AA meeting in there!” You hiss at your mother from the door,

“How would you know?” She ushers you into the room, taking a seat in the circle beside you.

It’s excruciating. You’re the youngest there by far, and catch more than a few disapproving stares, having to listen to these couples in their 20s gush about how excited they are for their miracle. When it’s your turn to introduce yourself you have no idea how you’d even begin to explain the situation, so you choose awkward humour.

“Guess I’m in this group because I don’t know how condoms work.” A few courtesy chuckles from the group, mostly men, while their partners look at you with pity. You make a few attempts to get up and leave when the conversation isn’t razor focused on you, but every time your arm is gripped by your mother and you are pushed surreptitiously back into your seat.

Dustin was running between rooms in the hospital a lot these days. Visiting Max, reading to her with Lucas and chatting about his day to her, waiting for her to tell him that his days are boring and to just let her sleep. One day, he’s sure, she will. Then he’s running across the hall to Eddie’s room, which is becoming a lot more chaotic than Max’s. 

Ever since he woke up he’s been planning how he’s going to leave Hawkins. Growing ever more frustrated with his confinement as the days pass, stressed that someone will recognise him and give him up. Dustin opens the door slowly, a little apprehensively. He’s surprised to find Eddie sitting on the bed as he scribbles furiously in a notepad, chewing the end of a pen until his lips are stained blue.

“Hey Eddie.” Dustin approaches, unsettled by this Eddie, who looks calmest he’s been since he awoke. Eddie offers his friend a small smile,

“I’ve been an asshole lately haven’t I?”

“Well… you haven’t been the friendliest…” Dustin offers, far more graciously than Eddie could ever think he deserves.

“I’m sorry, it’s nothing personal. It’s just been kinda stressful being cooped up here.”

Dustin nods and shrugs the apology off, he understood Eddie, he didn’t need the apology.

“Listen, I’ve got another favour I need from you, okay?” Eddie looks a little uncomfortable, like he’s afraid he’ll be asking too much.

“That depends on what it is…”

“There’s a girl,” 

Dustin interjects, “Yeah? That’s Robin, oh my god are you okay? Did you lose your memory?!”

Eddie bites back a laugh, “Okay, not Robin.” Dustin opens his mouth, “And not Nancy either. My memory is just fine.”

Dustin frowns, “Then who’s the girl? You don’t talk to girls! You barely look at girls!”

Finally, you are granted sweet freedom from your mother’s ideas, you get into the car with her and give her instructions to your next destination. She purses her lips disapprovingly but this was part of the bargain of getting you out of the house. 

You pull up at the trailer park a few minutes later, you rummage in your purse for the directions Wayne had given you, this park wasn’t laid out as simply as Forest Hills and you wonder if it might have been easier to have asked him to draw you a map.

Finally you find yourself at Wayne’s trailer, and once you’re invited in you recognise the smell of cigarettes that Wayne smokes and Eddie steals from him. But the scent is lacking, it feels like a gut punch when you register that the reason the smell is lacking is because there’s no “Eddie” smell. 

Wayne notices this, “It doesn’t feel right without him, does it?” You shake your head, sniffing back tears, determined not to cry this time.

“Okay, well let's not be miserable bastards here. I’m taking you and my future great-niece or nephew out for lunch.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to, I know you must be tired from working.”

“It’s not like I sleep much anyway kid, come on.”

Wayne won’t take no for an answer as he leads you out of the trailer, he shuts down your protests in the car with a simple,

“It’s what Eddie would want. He’d want someone to look out for you, the both of you.” You slump back, he’s got you there. You arrive at a nearby diner, where you’re instructed to order whatever looks good, Wayne himself opting for a burger and black coffee before excusing himself to the restroom.

When your order arrives Wayne quirks an eyebrow,

“So those pregnancy cravings are kicking in right about now?” 

You follow his gaze to the extra 5 pickles you requested on the side of your burger in place of a salad, and laugh,

“What gave me away?” 

You and Wayne spend the hour in your booth, Wayne telling you stories about how much of a monster Eddie was as a child, and you listening, understanding, and loving Eddie all the more for the stories Wayne shared. Though your favorite had to be how Eddie tried to sneak into the trailer while ditching school, Wayne had sat on the sofa and watched for a good 15 minutes as Eddie tried to pick the lock before deciding to open it for him, making the young boy jump out of his skin while Wayne just laughed.

“‘Course that was before he came to live with me.”

“Eddie, are you sure there’s no head injury that the doctors need to know about?”

“No, Dustin, I’m fine.” Eddie is a little frustrated, this back and forth has been going for a while now, and it's becoming almost insulting.

“Okay because what you’re saying is a little,” Dustin pauses to shrug and purses his lips, “A little unbelievable.”

“Oh sure, people floating in mid air, a tentacled dust monster, fuckin’ demon bats trying to eat me alive that’s all fine and believable. But me having a girlfriend? That’s the part you’re struggling with?” There’s a tiny hint of teasing in Eddie’s tone, not trying to upset Dustin.

“No, it's not the girlfriend part I’m struggling with. It’s the part where your girlfriend is not only a cheerleader but also pretty much the meanest one, who looks at you like she wants to kill you.” Dustin can recall at least 5 different occasions on different days where your glare at Eddie had chilled him to the bone, and he wasn’t even the intended recipient.

“Hey, kill and kiss are only one letter apart.” 

Dustin snorts, 

“And besides,” Eddie adds, “Maybe I like the mean ones, especially when the mean ones are so very hot.”

“Too much info dude.” Dustin screws his face up, a little grossed out. He goes to ask a question but Eddie gestures for him to be quiet as they hear footsteps approaching the door. They both tense up, half expecting police officers to come busting through, they are relieved when Steve appears, frowns now deep set in his forehead.

“Busy day at the office?” Eddie jokes, hoping to ease some of those wrinkles.

“Sure, Family Video is doing great, cracks to hell really boost sales.” Steve drawls sarcastically,

“Well, get this Steve. Eddie has a girlfriend.” Dustin receives a swift, soft, slap on the arm for this.

“This is no time for jokes, Dustin.” Steve shakes his head at Dustin, disappointed mother hen written all over his face.

“Okay fuck both of you guys.” There’s no malice in Eddie’s tone. Even he has to admit it’s a little funny. The back and forth continues for a little, boosting the mood in the room.

Eddie eventually returns to his notebook, his 5th attempt now to explain to you why he's leaving. How sorry he is. How he wants you to move on because you could do so much better than him. He figured it would be easy enough to do it this way, not have to stare into your eyes as he breaks your heart. He's not relishing in this, truthfully it's tearing him up on a level about on par with those bats, but he can't bear the thought of you looking at him with any kind of pity, or staying with him because you feel bad for the poor maimed freak. 

He stops writing again, furious scribbling over his words. Either way he handles this it's going to be shit. He could let you think he's dead, that would give you closure, but then what happens years down the line when you bump into him in a grocery store? This option, telling you the truth, is equally shit. Tell you that he's alive, and so in love with you that he would gladly drag his balls through broken glass if you'd just ask, but that he can't be with you because he's terrified he'll put you in harm's way. Terrified he is somehow compromised by rabid demobat bites. Terrified that even if that's not the case that he'll just end up like his father, that'll he be a mean drunk, a shitty husband.

Nancy is trudging alongside one of the large fissures, having followed it from its origin at Eddie’s trailer, right to the centre of town. Her toes aching in too-tight boots, counting every step she takes, trying to see if the cracks had got bigger, or changed in any way. As far as she could see, they remained unchanged. She's not sure which would be more disturbing, the cracks seemingly lying dormant, or the cracks getting bigger.

Robin had volunteered to come along and "help" but the help Robin was currently providing was limited to freaking out about whether or not Vickie had been flirting with her when she pointed out her laces were undone. Some things never change, Nancy mused as she peered down into the crack, certain she had heard a faint chittering emanating from there once Robin had stopped for a breath. When Robin's spiel didn't restart once she had her breath back, Nancy glanced up at her face.

Robin had heard it too.

"That's… that's not good is it?"

Nancy shakes her head, patting her waist to check her revolver is still by her side. The chittering gets louder, but it becomes clear that whatever is making the noise is on its own. And then it all goes silent, deathly silent, so silent that Nancy can hear her own heart beating in her head.

Silent until a bat rips through the fissure, screeching, Robin’s reaction stuns Nancy into silence, seemingly without thought, Robin grabs hold of the bat and snaps its head in one clean motion.

"Thanks." Nancy smiles wryly as Robin drops the bat back into the fissure.

"Son of a bitch tried to eat our friend." Nancy nods at this, shivering as the image of Eddie covered in so much blood comes to mind, she shakes her head as though she’s trying to forcibly shake the image from her memory.

"We need to tell Steve about this, we know we injured Vecna and it's only a matter of time before he's back to full strength. The bat could have been a message."

You had never known Nancy Wheeler or Robin Buckley to be close friends, or even acquaintances, so it seems a little odd to you, as you peer from the window of Wayne's car, that they would be involved in what looked to be a very intense conversation as they stood over one of the fissures the earthquake had caused. 

"I wonder if they're secretly dating." You muse as the car passes them. 

Wayne had insisted on driving you home from lunch, saying he didn't want to put your mother out by having her come to collect you. The drive is fairly quick, most of the Hawkins residents who remained were now familiar with the various diversions around the town to avoid the worst of the damage. You're grateful for that, you had seen some of the worst of it, and knowing that Eddie's body, having been deemed unrecoverable, was lying somewhere in that wreckage was too much to bear. 

Once you are home, Wayne gives you a small wave and heads home, you catch him yawning as he reverses, confirming your suspicion that he had stayed up to take you out for lunch. You drudge up the stairs, after a small exchange with your mother, and head to bed, ready for a food coma nap. You've taken to wearing Eddie's shirts to bed, there's the faintest trace of his smell still on them, which is either a testament to your pregnancy nose or just how ingrained the smell is into his shirts. Or both. 

You sink under covers, wrapped in a shirt that smells like Eddie, you lull yourself to sleep with the thought of Eddie beside you, nose buried in your hair, arms holding you flush to his body. For once it is a dreamless sleep you fall into, waking up when you hear the sound of your closet being opened. Your mother is trying to put your laundry away as quietly as she can and failing. You grumble slightly as you stretch out, feeling cool air hit your feet as they leave the warmth of your bed covers. 

“Sorry.” 

“ ‘s okay, can’t sleep too much now or I won’t sleep tonight.”

Your mother perches on the end of your bed,

“Can I ask you something?” You nod, fisting sleep out of your eyes. “How come you don’t see your friends anymore?”

You chew your lip, unsure of how to answer,

"Sweetheart, I know you’re grieving. And I know that it's not the same for them, but they lost Chrissy, same as you did. It might be helpful for you to spend time with them, to grieve with them.”

“I’ll try.” Your mother smiles and pats your leg under the covers,

“Thatta girl.”

[countlessimagines]

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

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ST VOLUME 2!!!

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

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, sadness

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

MAIN MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

“I’m your hero now.”

“You always were.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he only went against the monsters to save you.

[1-800-munson]

Ѽ Halloween Spiking Ѽ ¦¦ Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Carver!Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Request: hey! i love your writing. could you please do an eddie x reader where you get spiked at a party by someone and he notices and saves you or something.

A/N: I LOVED WRITING THIS!!

My Requests Are Open

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"Happy Halloween kiddo!" You smiled at your step dad and mom as you walked down the stairs into the kitchen. "Happy Halloween.." you said as you opened the fridge door. "Any plans tonight?" Your mom asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Before you could respond to her question, Jason answered before you could.

"Yeah we're going to a small celebration!" Jason explained as he quickly grabbed a bottle of water before he ran up the stairs to his room. You scoffed at him and quickly followed him up to his room.

"What do you mean, We're going to a party?" You question as you walk behind him "Chrissy's parents are gone and it's Halloween night!" You just stared at him in shock.

"Do I really have to go to Chrissy's Halloween party?" You asked Jason as you stood in the doorway towards his room. He chuckled a bit and nodded at you. "You're part of the cheerleaders so it'd be nice if you'd show up to a party once and awhile!" He said as he picked up his backpack from his bedroom floor. "I am not a voluntary cheerleader though, jason!" He just shook his head at you. "The party's at 8!" He said, brushing past you and straight for the kitchen.

You sighed and walked back towards your bedroom. "Stupid cheer!" You said as you kicked a pompom out the way. You groaned and sat down on your vanity chair and started to do your hair for the day "Y/n, Phone's for you!" You heard Mr Carver yell out, you quickly got up and picked up the phone next to your bed. "Hello?" "Hi y/n, it's Chrissy. I was just wondering if you're still gonna wear your care bear costume with the rest of us girls?" You smiled a bit, "um yeah I'll wear the care bear costume!" She squealed on the other side of the phone before hanging up.

You sighed and looked at your care bear onesie. You had put on your costume quickly and rushed down the stairs, shoes in hand. "Oh y/n you look cute!" Your mom gushed as her and Mr. Carver watched you and Jason rush around the kitchen, grabbing after practice snacks and lunches. "Thanks!" Before you and Jason could leave, your mom had stopped you both and forced you both to take photos "Y/n smile!" You gave the camera a cheesy smile before following Jason to his car.

"Try not to drive crazy today!" You told Jason as you pulled down the sun visor and started to do a little makeup on the drive to school. "No promises!" You rolled your eyes at him.

You and Jason both split apart as soon as he parked the car. "Hey y/n, Nice costume!" You smiled at Gareth before flipping him off, you two were good friends so it wasn't a huge surprise to him.

"You know her? Since when?" Mike asked as he and the other members of hellfire watched your interaction. "We went to the same summer camp when we're little, then we got partnered in ms clicks class." He explained.

"Gareth knows who?" Eddie asks as he walks up towards the club "he knows y/n carver!" Dustin said in disbelief. "You do?" Eddie asked with a confused look on his face as well. "Yes, me and her are friends." Eddie just nodded before him and the club started to walk towards their lockers. 

"She's super hot!" One of the subs said as they all walked past you and the others. Eddie just listened to all his friends talk about the cheerleaders. "Eddie!" He turned to see Chrissy running over to him. "Hey chrissy!" He greeted her. "I'm having a party tonight and I wanted to let you know, you and your friends are invited too!" She said, looking around to make sure Jason didn't suddenly appear. "Alright…cool I guess?" He said also looking around

"Oh it's a costume party too so all of you guys must come in costumes!" She said as she walked away. Eddie turned back to hellfire "You know chrissy cunningham?" Gareth asked, now it being his turn to be shocked. "Since middle school!" Eddie said as he slowly backed away from the group and walked to his class.

Lunch

“Why did you invite those freaks?” Jason asked Chrissy as she sat down at the lunch table. “Eddie’s my friend, Jason and he’s not a freak!” she defended. “He has a cult chrissy!” she rolled her eyes at him. “Who’s a freak?” you asked as you sat down next to chrissy. “Eddie Munson, a cult leader y/n!” Chrissy just rolled her eyes before turning towards you. “He’s my friend! He’s the leader of hellfire!” she pointed at their table. You turned and followed her finger “That’s gareth!” you said confused. "The one next to him!" You nodded and looked again and saw Eddie, you turned to chriddy with a surprised face "You know eddie?” she nods at your question, "you know him too?" you nodded and looked at eddie, “He's in my history class! But I would join his cult if he’s the leader!” you said out loud, making jason choke on his food and chrissy to start smiling.

“Y/n! Don’t start, he would be a bad influence on you!” you sighed and continued to eat your lunch, occasionally looking back at Eddie's table. Eddie had noticed your gaze once in a while. “Carver’s sister keeps looking over here..” Eddie said as he ate food off of Jeff's tray. “What?!” “oh god!” they all panicked thinking you were insulting them over at your table.

“Y/n, you said you know you're friends with one of them correct?” Chrissy asked as she pointed to the hellfire table. “Yeah, why?” you asked as you took a bite of your food. “Could you invite him and the others? I don’t think Eddie told them about my invite.” you nodded at chrissy, before standing up and walking over to their table.

“Gareth the great!” you greeted as you walked up to his table. “Lady carver!” He greeted back. “You don’t normally talk to me during lunch? What do you want?” he asked, making you chuckle “Chrissy said to invite you all to her halloween party tonight it’s at her house, it starts at 8!” you smiled at them all, your gaze lingering on eddie for a bit longer “it’s also a costume party she said to come dressed up too!” you said quickly before you walked back towards your table.

“Did she just invite us to a party?” Dustin asked as he looked around the table, they all nodded at him, Eddie stared at you while you walked back.

Throughout the day Jason would piss you off, you finally had enough when he kept bringing up you talking to the hellfire club. “Would you shut up jason!” you said as you unlocked the front door. “Would you prefer it if I didn't go tonight?” you asked frustrated. “Just ignore those freaks y/n and we’ll be fine!” you groaned at him before storming up to your room.

Couple Hours Later

You had gone through your closet, trying to find a different costume to wear to piss Jason off. Once you had found one, you quickly stuffed it into your cheer bag and walked out of your room. “Where are you going hun?” your mom asked as you walked into the kitchen with your bag. “I’m going to Chrissy's! Did Jason leave already?” she nods at you. “He left an hour ago! He said you wouldn’t be going with?” you held in a scoff.

“I wouldn’t be going with him!” you explained as you grabbed a bottle of water. “Oh well, have fun and be safe y/n!” she kissed your forehead and walked you to the door. “I promise I will mama!” you smiled and kissed her cheek before running to your car and quickly started it up and started to drive towards chrissy’s house.

You smiled as you parked next to Jason's car, you hopped out and grabbed your cheer bag and walked into the house. You were immediately greeted by the other cheer girls wearing different costumes from earlier. “Hey y/n! Shot?” Chrissy greeted as she walked past you carrying jello shots. “Thank you!” you smiled as you took two from the tray, after you swallowed them you walked up the stairs to the second floor. You noticed the line for the bathroom and groaned.

You stood in the line waiting, while waiting you had noticed eddie and the rest of hellfire had walked into the house. Chrissy was walking up the stairs when she noticed you standing in the line with your bag “Y/n are you gonna change?” you nodded at chrissy’s question. She motioned for you to follow her.

“Use my room! Tina and the others are!” you thanked her and walked into her room. “Heyy y/n!” one of the cheerleaders greeted, clearly drunk off her ass. “Hi jen!” you smiled and unzipped your bag and pulled out your costume. “Ooh a bunny!” Tina said with a smirk as she fixed her hair. “A playboy bunny!” Jennifer pointed out as you pulled out the rest of the outfit. “Jason pissed you off huh?” she smirked at your nod. “That and there’s a hot senior here!” you said as you put on the bodysuit. "Who's the hottie?" Tina asked as she watched you fix your bunny ears. "Well he's one of Chrissy's friends!" You smiled, before you could continue the bedroom door opened.

Chrissy walked in, she had some kind of shot spilt on her clothes, "Who's my friend?" She asked as she walked to her closet and picked a different outfit. "Our little y/n is crushing on one of your friends!" Jennifer said as she hung off Chrissy's bed frame "Ooh who is it? Is it nick?" She guessed, clearly excited to hear about your crush. "No, try less popular" you hinted as you fixed your hair. Before any of the girls could throw out a guess you were interrupted by knocking in the door. "Chrissy, are you in there?" You recognized Eddie's voice through the door.

You quickly ran over and opened the door a bit, so only you were visible through the small open door "Uh hey, is Chrissy in there?" Eddie asked you, slightly flustered by your playboy suit, he tried to keep his eyes from wandering down further. "Um yeah but she's sorta busy right now! Do you need some help?" You smiled at him, you felt red all over while talking to him, "Uh no it's alright just tell her to come and talk to me when she's not busy.." he chuckled a bit "You sure you don't need help? I'm free right now!" You offered with a smirk. He just chuckled and shook his head. "Uh, just tell her to come find me, thanks!" He smiled at you before going down the stairs.

You turned towards the girls with a smile on your face. "Was that the hottie?!" Jennifer asked excitedly, you grinned and nodded at the three girls. "You like eddie?!" Chrissy said squealing as she ran over to you. "Yeah he's really cute, and he looks so hot in history class too!" You squeal just think about him rolling up his sleeves during one of the history lessons. "I assume Jason doesn't know, does he?" Tina asked, now joining the squeal fest. "No and in his words "don't hang out with those satanic freaks y/n! Or he'd be a bad influence on you y/n!" You mocked jason. "Screw him! Get your man!" Jennifer said as she stumbled over to you three girls.

You four girls had finished changing, you all made your way down the stairs, Chrissy had left you, Jennifer and Tina to try and find eddie. You three made your way towards the kitchen where Jason and his assholes he calls friend were.

"What are you wearing y/n?" Jason asked as he looked at your costume up and down in disgust. "I'm a bunny!" You said with a smirk. "Go change!" Jason said before taking a drink of his beer. "No! Let me wear what I want!" You scoffed. "Whatever!" He stormed off to the backyard. "Dick.." you whispered under your breath as you started to make a drink for yourself. 

"Oh he's a total dick!" You looked up and saw Eddie, "Try living with him! It's a nightmare!" You joked making Eddie smile as he poured a drink as well. "Nice bunny costume carver! A big change from the sweet innocent care bear this morning!" You smiled at him. "And what might you be?" You asked, slightly leaning on the countertop.

"A Vampire, but don't worry I won't go for a sweet bunny tonight!" He joked, showing you his fake fangs he had on his k9 teeth. You felt red once again. "Oh thank you, Mr. Vampire!" You dramatically put your hand to your forehead. You both laughed. "Eddie!" You both looked over and saw Chrissy standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips, looking at you both. "Uh, I'll be back y/n, stay here!" He said with a smile before he ran over and had Chrissy help him bring something in.

After a while you noticed, Eddie had been in the living room where most of the girls were fawning over him knowing how to play the guitar. "That bitch!" You said, catching the attention of Tina, who was sitting on the kitchen island. "Who?" You nodded in Eddie's direction. "He said he'd be back and he left me here for thirty minutes!" You scoffed and went to take a sip of your drink when you realized you were out.

"He lucked out this time, oh well, move onto a different guy y/n!" Tina said as she got off the island and walked out of the kitchen. You sighed and started to make your fourth drink that night. "Could you make me a rum and coke?" You looked up and saw one of Jason's friends Chance. You silently nodded at him and started to make his drink. "I like the playboy outfit y/n!" He said with a smile "thanks!" You said, trying to catch Eddie's eye. "Hey you wanna hang with me and the others outside y/n?" Chance caught your attention with his question. "Uh sure!" You smiled at him, you grabbed your cup and followed Chance to Chrissy's backyard. Some of the seniors had gotten in the pool, the others just sat outside talking.

Chance had led you to a small bonfire pit where some of Jason's friends were drinking and talking. "Hi y/n!" Jennifer greeted, still drunk off her ass. "Hi jen!" You smiled and sat down next to her. "Nice costume carver!" Andy winked at you. You shuddered and moved closer to jennifer. "Want a beer?" Patrick offered, you shook your head and showed him your red solo cup, you were busy talking to Jennifer you hadn't noticed, Chance and Andy sharing a look with each other.

Eddie had somehow managed to escape the hoard of stuck up girls who were all over him and his guitar. He walked into the kitchen, Hoping you would still be in there waiting for him. He sighed when he walked in and you were gone. He went to leave the kitchen but heard your laugh coming from outside. He walked outside and spotted you outside with Jason's friends. 

He watched you for a bit, before he had decided to go and watch one of the jocks challenge someone on the kegs. "Hey y/n could you help me, I think my car keys fell out of my pocket!" You nodded at Andy and leaned over and started looking for keys on the grass. While you leaned over you hadn't noticed Chance pouring something in your cup and stirring it around. Jennifer was too busy trying not to fall over to notice either.

"Oh, found them!" You smiled as you sat back up straight "Thanks for helping y/n." Andy thanked, as he sipped his beer. "No problem andy!" You smiled quickly before taking a drink.

After a couple minutes you had started to feel dizzy, you excused yourself and made your way into the kitchen, luckily Eddie was in there as well getting a drink, he noticed you had started to stumble in. "You have one too many drinks, carver?" He asked, watching you stumble over to the counter. "I don't know, is it hot in here?" He raised an eyebrow at you "No? Do you need help getting on there?" You nodded as he helped you sit on the countertop. "It's really hot eddie!" You said while fanning yourself. "Y/n, you need a drink?" Chance asked as he ran in from outside, Andy and Jennifer following behind.

"Hang on man, she might be allergic to the alcohol!" Eddie held up his hand to Chance. Andy and Chance looked at each other. "I'll get her coke then!" Chance opened up a can and poured it into a cup. Andy walked over and acted like he was putting ice in the cup when he was really putting the rest of the powder in.

The pair had handed it to Eddie, who helped you drink the liquid. "Y/n, you alright?" You shook your head at him as you felt dizzier. You slouched over and kept taking deep breaths. You went to look up at Eddie. Before you could you had passed out. Eddie quickly picked you up from the table "here we'll take her!" Chance offered, Andy nodded as well. "It's alright I can take her to the hospital!" Eddie had caught the look the pair gave each other, Eddie trailed his eyes down and saw a powder coated bag sticking out of both their pockets. "You assholes!" He cursed, if Eddie wasn't holding your body in his arms he was convinced he would've thrown a punch at them. "Listen freak! You're gonna tell no one about this alright!" Andy got closer to him. Eddie went to fight back but stopped when you groaned in his arms. He scoffed at them and walked past them and right to his van.

Luckily he hadn't had too many drinks that night, he had opened up the passengers door and helped buckle you in. Eddie didn't care, he drove all crazy to the hospital. The 20 minute drive took about 15.

You had finally gained consciousness after a while, you noticed the bright light of an ER room. "Ah glad to see you up, ms carver!" The Nurse said as she walked into the small room. "What happened?" You asked as you looked under the hospital blanket and saw your Playboy suit was gone and now there was the hospital gown. "You were spiked ms carver!" Your eyes widen. "Luckily it wasn't too bad when you walked in, thanks to the gentleman who brought you in.." you nodded and looked around, trying to find a clue as to who brought you to the hospital. 

"The gentleman is outside your room ms carver! He's just taking a quick break, he hasn't left your side since he brought you in!" You smiled at her and nodded. You leaned back against the pillows and watched as the nurse took out your iv.

"I'll go and get your release papers ready!" You quietly thanked the Nurse as she left the room. You had laid there waiting for the nurse of whoever brought you to the hospital to come back.

“Hey, you're awake! That’s a good sign!” you smiled as eddie walked in with a bag. “Thank you Eddie, for taking me here!” Eddie smiled back. “It’s not a problem really…” you both stayed silent for a moment before eddie broke it by handing you the bag. “I noticed you didn’t have any proper clothes and I doubt you want to be discharged while wearing a playboy bunny suit. So I bought this for you at the gift shop.” he explained as you opened the bag and saw a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt with the hospital logo on the front.

“Thank you again eddie!” you smiled at him. He nodded at you and went to leave the room so you could get dressed. “Could you stay here, Just in case I fall over or anything!” he laughed and turned away from you.

“Do you know who, you know..” you trailed off as you put on the shorts. “Yeah actually, it was Jason's friends! The guy who had a hat and the one who had a red jacket on!” you thought about and realized who the pair were. “Chance and Andy!” you shuddered as you thought back to earlier that night. “Those are their names?” you nodded as you slipped on the sweatshirt, you stopped when you realized he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, they're also Jason's best friends too!” you walked over and tapped eddie’s shoulder since you had finished changing.

“Ms carver, i just need you to sign these papers then i’ll wheel you downstairs! So if your boyfriend wants to get your car ready!” you both turned to the nurse both feeling flustered at her calling Eddie your boyfriend. You laughed a bit and nodded at her. Eddie just let out a cough and walked out the room to go get his van ready at the front. 

Once you had finished the paperwork she wheeled you to the hospital entrance. You both had made it there before eddie could pull up, the nurse had started some small talk with you when you both watched eddie pull up in front of you both, he put the car in park and quickly hopped out to help you get into his car. The nurse whispered into your ear as Eddie opened the passenger door. “You got a pretty hot boyfriend if I do say so myself!” you both giggled. 

Eddie raised an eyebrow at you both but quickly dismissed it as both Eddie and the nurse helped you hop up into the passenger seat. You could tell the nurse told Eddie something as he shut your door.

He let out a chuckle before he nodded and walked over to his side door and got in. “I’m hungry, are you?” you asked him as he started to drive away from the hospital. 

“Uh, yeah I could eat!” he said as started driving to a 24 hour diner. You smiled as you looked around his van, on his sun visors he had pins of his favorite metal bands. You noticed a metallica pin and turned to him. “Have you heard master of puppets by metallica yet? It came out earlier this month!” you asked excitedly, eddie did a double take between you and the road. “You listen to metallica?” he asked, slightly shocked, you nodded at him while smiling. “Yeah! Jason hates it when I play it in my car though!” you laughed a bit. “Well I have listened to master of puppets and I've learned it on my guitar!” your eyes widen at him. “You have?” he smiled and nodded at you.

You both talked about Metallica the whole drive to the diner. “Ladies first!” you smiled as he held the door open for you. “Why thank you!” you both laughed as you got sat by your waiter.

“What’ll it be, kids?” you and eddie looked at the menu . “I’ll have a dr pepper, and she’ll have an oreo shake.” you looked at eddie shocked. “How did you know?” he chuckled. “Gareth may or may not rant about your milkshake order!” you smiled. The waiter just rolled their eyes and walked away from you both.

After you two had ordered your food, you both talked about school, Jason, music and surprisingly how he hates pickles. “You want ‘em?” he offered which you took. “I love pickles!” he gagged as you happily ate it.

You made a face as Eddie squirted ketchup all over his fries. “You don’t eat them like that you weirdo!” you laughed as eddie took a fry and ate it with a smile on his face. “If we're gonna talk about how to eat fries, let’s talk about you dipping your fries in your shake!” he argued back.

“Hey! Don't knock it till you try it!” you said as you dipped a fry and held it to his lips, he looked disgusted at the fry, making you laugh a bit harder. He smiled wider at your laugh. “Just try it! If you don’t like it, I'll stop dipping them around you!” he sighed before he opened his mouth. You smiled and popped it in his mouth. He chewed it and sighed at you. “I hate to say this carver but…I love it, damn it!” you smiled smugly. Little did you know he hated the fry dipped in the shake but he didn’t want you to be upset at him for not liking it, what was the harm in a sweet innocent lie.

After you two had finished you both walked over to the register to pay.

“It’s two in the morning!” You said with wide eyes as you looked at the digital clock that hung above the register. “Time flies when you have fun I guess!” Eddie smiled as he paid for the meal before you could stop him. “Eddie! I was gonna pay! It's the least I could do after tonight.” he smiled at you. “You can tip her! That’s all I'm gonna let you do!” you smiled and pulled out a five dollar bill and ran to place it on the table. “You and your girlfriend are really cute together!” The young waiter running the cashier said to Eddie as soon as you ran back to your table. Eddie smiled as he watched you give the waiter the tip all smiley. “Thanks! Have a good night!” he said as the kid handed Eddie his change.

Eddie waited for you at the front of the restaurant, you came walking up to Eddie smiling. “You ready?” he asked, you nodded at him, carrying a to go cup with. “What’s in the cup?” he asked as he helped you hop into the passenger's seat. “The waiter gave me a refill!” he smiled as you handed him the cup and buckled yourself in. He chuckled and handed back the cup. He quickly hopped in on his side and started to drive away. Eddie bit his lip and turned to you for a second before looking back at the road “Do you wanna stay with me for the night? I mean my uncle works at night and it would be nice to have someone over..” he trailed off. 

You smiled at him. “Sure!” you both smiled as eddie started to drive to his trailer. You had dozed off a bit as he drove, you were still sleepy when Eddie shook you awake. “We’re here y/n.” you nodded and hopped out of the car and followed Eddie to the door. 

“Sorry for the mess!” he apologized as he opened the door and let you go in first. “I’ve seen my room in worse stages!” you joked, eddie smiles, “You can sleep on my mattress, i’ll lay on the couch!” he said as he guided you to his bedroom. “Oh um alright..” you nodded and sat down on his bed. “Do you need a shirt?” you nodded your head at his offer. “I’ll let you use my hellfire shirt!” he smiles at you and hands it over. You stood up from the bed and walked to the small bathroom you saw on your way to Eddie's room.

You took off the sweatshirt and put on his hellfire shirt, you smelt his cologne on his shirt and smiled. you walked back into his room, he had his back to the door, you felt butterflies in your stomach as you watched his back muscles move as he slipped on a shirt. You quickly acted like you had just walked in as he turned around.

“I guess I'll see you in the morning, goodnight y/n!” you smiled as Eddie walked down the small hallway to the couch. “Goodnight eddie!” he smiled as he fixed the couch for the night.

Half an hour had gone by and you hadn’t managed to fall asleep yet, you turned onto your back and looked around Eddie's bedroom, you tilted your head at the handcuffs hanging up on his wall. You sighed and played with the hem of the blanket. You looked around the room before getting up from the mattress, you wrapped his blanket around yourself and walked towards Eddie on the couch.

You tapped his shoulder, Eddie stirred a bit before he opened his eyes, “Y/n? What’s wrong?” he propped himself up on his elbows. “I’m sorry, I feel bad interrupting your sleep but it's just lonely in your room…could I come lay with you? Only if you let me though!” you disclaimed. Eddie just chuckled at you and made room for you, he patted in front of him, you smiled and happily laid down, facing him. 

“Goodnight y/n!” you smiled at him. “Good night eddie!” you closed your eyes and scooted closer into eddie, without a second thought he pulled you closer and held the back of your head.

You both peacefully drifted off to sleep. Sleeping blissfully unaware of the storm yet to come in the morning.

You and Eddie woke you to the sound of rain droplets falling onto the window. You both laughed as you both pulled away from each other’s grip. “Guess I should take you home now huh?” you smiled and nodded at eddie. You both had gotten dressed, you hesitantly gave back his shirt, and put on the sweatshirt Eddie had bought for you.

You both sat in silence as Eddie drove back to your house. You were surprised when Eddie pulled into the driveway of the house, you saw Jason and Chrissy out on the wrap around porch, pacing. Your brain feared the worst, you quickly hopped out of the van and ran over to the pair, Eddie following behind you.

“Y/n, thank jesus!” Jason said as he watched you run up the steps and ran over to him and chrissy. Jason noticed Eddie standing behind you. He quickly moved you and chrissy behind him “How could you spike her you freak!" He asked as he walked closer to eddie. "I didn't do anything! It was your supposed friend's carver!" Eddie held his hand up. "Bullshit! They told me you slipped y/n something and took off!" You walked over and pushed the pair apart.

"He's telling the truth jason! It was Andy and chance!” you told Jason as you stood in front of eddie. “How do you know it was them y/n?!” Jason yelled. Chrissy held Jason from walking any closer to Eddie and yourself. 

“Because I doubt if Eddie had drugged me, he would've been waiting at the hospital with me, and driven me home, fully conscious at that!” you reasoned. Jason sighed and looked at Eddie, who nodded in agreement with your words. “I swear I would never do such a thing to your sister!” Jason sighed at you both “How though, i mean i didn’t see you with them at all last night!” Jason ran a hand through his hand and looked at you for an answer. “I hung out with them, Jen and Patrick by chrissy’s fire pit, I assume Andy had me look for his keys just so Chance could slip something in my drink.” you explained, jason scoffed and connected the dots himself, the pair had been asking questions about you earlier that day during gym.

“Don’t think too much about it, freak, but thanks for helping y/n..” Jason said as he made his way to his car. “Where is he going?” Eddie asked as you three watched Jason drive away from the house. “Probably going to their houses!” you said nonchalantly.

“I’m gonna go inside now! Bye eddie!” chrissy said as she walked into your house. You turned to Eddie and smiled. “Um, thank you again for last night!” He gave you a tiny smile. “It’s not a problem y/n.. I should probably get going now. I guess I'll see you at school.” he started walking to his van, you heard tapping on the window behind you, you turned around and saw Chrissy in the window with a piece of paper that read “ASK HIM ON A DATE!” you laughed and nodded at her, you turned and ran over to eddie’s door.

“Eddie, wait!” He rolled his window down. “Yes?”

You took a deep breath. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” you held your breath for his response. He let out a chuckle. 

“I’ll see you tonight at 8, Same diner as last night.” you smiled and nodded at him. “I look forward to it munson!” you smiled and started walking into your house as eddie drove away.

“What did he say?!” chrissy asked as she walked over to you. “I get to see him tonight!” you both squealed and celebrated your new date.