#steve hits him with a pillow before being dragged into Eddie’s arms and laughing into his neck

[corrodedcoughin]

Wayne is out of town on a trip for a few days so eddie is left home alone. Naturally he invites Steve to sleepover and as they are about to go to bed for the evening eddie tells Steve to wait.

He watches his boyfriend flip the light off and stand on the table, reaching up to unscrew the lightbulb and run to the bedroom while screaming

‘HOT BULB STEVE. LADY WITH A BABY. LEMME THROUGH AAHHHH’

It’s not use though, Eddie drops it two feet from the bedroom door and turns to Steve

‘Well my darling, you always wanted to experience life before light bulbs, right?’

‘No Eddie. No I don’t think I’ve ever said that.’

Turns out all the bulbs blew and Eddie couldn’t be bothered to buy more so he’s just be swapping the one bulb around gif a couple of days. Eddie actually doesn’t know how he hasn’t dropped it before now but doesn’t tell Steve that. He commits to the ‘Victorian era aesthetic’ and even puts on an awful cockney accent when he pulls Steve to bed

‘Awright treacle? Fancy a cuddle do ya?’

It’s awful and Steve does not laugh (he does)

[juniperskye]

I Can’t Be Your Friend.

Sneak Peek: Eddie and you do something that alters the state of your friendship. You realize that being his friend hurts too much now. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** Bold are Eddie’s thoughts; Italics are reader’s thoughts.

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff/implied Smut

Word count: 2473

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, implied smut, drug use (marijuana), explicit language, idiots in love, Steve’s absent parents, mention of underage drinking. Let me know if I missed any!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Tonight was going to be amazing! Steve had invited everyone over for a summer kickoff party, there would be pizza, swimming, beer, and good company. Robin and you had gotten to Steve’s early to help set things up, pizzas were on the way, and you were just waiting for everyone to show up now.

First to arrive was Nancy, she had driven over with Mike, Lucas, Max, and Dustin. They had come bounding in with arms full of chips and soda, piling them recklessly on the coffee table. The younger kids were arguing about who got the bathroom first to change.

You couldn’t help but laugh and roll your eyes as you made your way to the door, letting in the next group. You had assumed it would be Johnathan, Argyle, and the rest of the kids, but instead, Eddie was standing in the doorway.

“Hey Eds!” You smiled.

“Hey! How’s my best girl?” Eddie pulled you into his arms and lifted you slightly as he spun you around. “I’ve missed you dude.”

“I’m good Eds. I’ve missed you too!” Your heart clenched slightly as he placed you back on your feet.

Your relationship with Eddie had always been like this. You were best friends, but sometimes, things were done or said that seemed a bit more than friendly. You’d stayed more nights with Eddie this last year than you did in your own home. Robin had pestered you about the status of your relationship with him to which you’d always reply; “We’re just friends, he doesn’t see me that way”.

“So, I know the kids are here, but I brought a little something special for us. I figured we could go to the van, take a few hits then come back in.” Eddie said wagging a joint in front of you.

“Eddie!” You hissed, covering the joint. “You can’t just pull that out. But yes, give me fifteen minutes.”

Eddie tucked the joint back into his jacket pocket and watched as you made your way over to Steve, Nancy, and Robin. Robin gave you a knowing look and you brushed her off. You were all catching up for a bit, laughing at the nonsense the kids were getting up to. Eddie was the one to open the door for Jonathan, Argyle, El, and Will. As they all walked in, Eddie came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head.

“You ready?” Eddie whispered.

You nodded and let him lead you outside to his van. Climbing in the back, you made yourself comfortable amongst the pile of blankets and pillows, all the while, Eddie lit the joint and placed it to his lips. After a few quick puffs and one long drag, Eddie passed it to you. The two of you passed the joint back and forth for a bit before it was nearly gone.

“Do you want the last hit?” Eddie asked.

“Nah it’s cool, you take it.” You leaned your head back.

“We could always share it.” Eddie said with a sly smirk.

“Okay.” You blushed.

Eddie took a long drag, holding it in as he moved towards you. He brought his lips to yours, only separated by a few millimeters. Your lips parted in a gasp, and he blew the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled sharply, allowing the smoke in. Your mind felt hazy, and you were starting to wonder if it was the weed or the lack of space between Eddie and you. Eddie met your eyes and pulled back slightly, clearing his throat.

What the hell was happening?

The two of you made your way back into the house and took turns changing into your bathing suits. You rushed outside and went to sit on the steps of the pool with Robin and Nancy. Each of whom gave you a pointed look.

Eddie made a stop in the kitchen to grab you a coke and an orange soda for himself, he then made his way outside. He sat the two cans in front of where you were sitting with the girls, the next thing you knew he was jumping into the pool, splashing the three of you, eliciting screeches from you three.

He surfaced and swam over to you, settling himself between your legs which were dangling off the step. His chest pressed against yours as he reached behind you to grab his soda. Your breath was caught in your throat.

Had he always been this beautiful?

Who were you kidding. Of course he had.

The night went on like this. The kids swimming, playing a ridiculous game of Marco-Polo, Steve grilling hamburgers and hotdogs, Eddie treating you like far more than a friend.

Now you were all crammed in Steve’s living room, some movie playing in the background. You couldn’t remember the name of it because you were far too distracted. When you had come into the living room, all the good seats had been taken, and instead of letting you sit on the floor, Eddie had pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your middle.

You had been sitting like this for about half an hour before he made the suggestion.

“Do you want to go back to my place?”

This typically wouldn’t have sounded like a line, but given everything that had occurred today, you couldn’t help but feel like his words held deeper meaning.

“Okay.”

He led you into the trailer, just like any other time you’d been here, only this time there was a tension hanging over you.

More like sexual tension.

Jesus, get a hold of yourself.

Entering Eddie’s room brought forth a wave of anticipation, you couldn’t help but feel like something was about to happen. Eddie walked over to you and handed you one of his Iron Maiden shirts and a pair of his boxers.

It’s now or never.

You locked your eyes on Eddie’s as you slowly removed your tank top and shorts, leaving you clad in only your bathing suit. Eddie took a sharp breath and pulled his shirt over his head. Up until now things felt as though they’d been moving in slow motion, then all of a sudden things switched to fast forward.

Eddie lunged towards you and locked his lips onto your own, your hands finding his curls, his finding the ties to your swimsuit. His lips tasted like orange soda and nicotine, he was addicting, and you knew you’d never be able to give this up.

Eddie woke up and glanced over to see your naked form curled up in his bed. He couldn’t believe it, the two of you had taken that leap, this would change everything between you.

This could change everything.

I can’t afford to lose her.

You stirred awake, noticing your lack of clothing, and taking note of the discarded clothing on the floor.

So that really did happen.

This could change everything!

“Hey.” Eddie said quietly.

“Hey.” You blushed.

You sat up holding the sheet to your chest and turning to meet Eddie’s gaze. Something was off about his expression, he seemed somber, and you were terrified to find out why.

“So, uh…” Eddie turned, breaking eye contact. “We should just forget this ever happened; you know. So, it doesn’t fuck up our friendship.”

Please say you don’t want to forget about it.

Of course he doesn’t want me.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Of course she doesn’t want me.

You stood and quickly began pulling your clothes on and gathering your things. There was this loud ringing in your ears and you’re sure Edie was calling your name, but all you knew was you needed to get out of there.

You were halfway home before the ringing stopped.

How could you be so stupid.

Then the tears started. Not only had your heart been broken by the man you loved, but you also lost the one person you’d want to hold you while you cried.

“Dude what is up with you? You’ve been super weird since Steve’s summer kick-off party.” Robin pestered.

“Yeah she’s right, plus Eddie’s been extra bitchy, which usually only happens when you haven’t seen one another in a while. I thought for sure you guys were gonna hookup that night.” Steve ranted.

Your face turned a bright shade of red and you let your gaze fall to your lap. You knew you weren’t exactly being discreet with your avoidance of Eddie, but you didn’t’ think they’d call you out directly.

“Holy shit! You two had sex!” Robin shouted, smacking you on the arm.

“Ow! Yes, we did. And it ruined everything. The next morning, he suggested we just forget it ever happened.”

“What? No way, Eddie’s head over heels for you. What happened?” Steve asked.

You explained to Steve and Robin the events of the night and they both concluded that it made no sense. They were both convinced Eddie was in love with you.

This was when Steve and Robin came up with their plan. They would get you and Eddie together before summer ended.

“Steve, this isn’t working. She is declining every invite to hangout; she has gone as far as driving over and leaving if she sees the van, and even calling everyone to be sure if Eddie was invited.” Robin said throwing herself on the couch in defeat.

“That’s it! We will invite her over for a movie night, just the three of us. Then after she’s here, you go to the other room and call Eddie and invite him over. That way nobody will be able to tell her that he’s invited because he wasn’t.” Steve explained.

“Hey guys!” You called entering Steve’s house.

“Hey! How have you been? We haven’t seen you in a while.” Robin pulled you into a hug.

“Sorry about that, I just…I can’t bring myself to face him yet. I’ll get over it, I just need time.” You said.

Steve came in, greeting you and pulling you to the living room to help him pick a movie. He threw a wink over his shoulder to Robin. She rolled her eyes and made her way to Steve’s dad’s office ready to make the call. When she came to the living room she played it off as a trip to the bathroom.

Things were going well, they felt like old times, save for the hole in your chest in the shape of one, Eddie Munson.

Speaking of which.

“Hey guys!” Eddie greeted, entering the house.

“Guys, what the hell.” You said threw gritted teeth.

They both looked at you with guilty eyes. You shook your head and told them you needed to go. Grabbing your bag you went for the door. It took everything in you to not look at him.

“Hey, where are you going?” Eddie called after you, following you outside. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. You’re dodging my calls, your canceling plans, you’re literally leaving as I showed up to hang out.”

“Eddie, I can’t do this right now. I need to go.”

“So what? That’s it?” He had never sounded so defeated.

“Eddie, I…”

“Is this because of that night? C’mon you’re my best friend, you’re just gonna throw that all away?” He grasped your hand in his own.

“That’s the problem Eddie, I can’t be your friend anymore. Everything is different now.” You shook your head, pulled your hand from his grasp, and took off walking back home.

Eddie walked back into the house and immediately receive a slap to the back of the head from Robin. She and Steve proceeded to explain to Eddie how he had messed the whole thing up and how him suggesting you just “forget it ever happened” had led you to believe that he didn’t care about you.

Initially he didn’t believe them that you had feelings for him, but after they literally spelled it out for him, he realized what an idiot he had been.

“I’m gonna need your help.”

The plan had been a pretty difficult one, Eddie needed Robin and Steve to convince you to come over again for an end of summer bash and after the last time, he was sure you’d say no.

Robin had explained to you that after your conversation with Eddie, that he definitely wouldn’t be coming. She told you that she asked him, and he had declined. It was then that you agreed, but not without a pang of guilt filling your chest. You couldn’t stand the thought of hurting Eddie. The look on his face when you told him you couldn’t be his friend had been haunting you.

The day came and you drove over to Steve’s, shocked that the only car in the driveway had been his. You parked and let yourself in.

“Steve? Where is everyone?”

“Hey! I’m in my room, and they’re on their way I figured you could come early so I could see how you were doing.” Steve said.

You walked into his room and noticed he was seemingly searching for something, he was scrambling around his room, swiftly moving to his dresser as you made yourself comfortable on his bed. You looked over at him just in time to see a mess of curls enter and Steve pulling the door closed. You heard the lock click and the distinct sound of a chair being pushed against the knob.

“What the hell is this?”

“I needed to find a way to talk to you and you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Eddie, let me out.”

“Not until we talk. Look I fucked up that night, I suggested that we forget about it and that was stupid.” He exclaimed.

“Eds, look, I just need time…these feelings will go away eventually. I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but how am I supposed to be around you when I’ve tasted your kiss and will never get to experience that again?”

“I don’t want your feelings to go away. Truth is, I only suggested it because I thought there was no way you could love me back.” Eddie explained.

“You love me?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eddie pulled you into a gentle kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let your fingers get tangled in his hair. There were whispered apologies between kisses and you two only broke apart when the two of you needed air.

“How would you like to go get some dinner?” Eddie asked.

“I would love that!” You replied.

With that, Eddie walked over to the bedroom door and began knocking, shouting to Steve that he was safe to let you guys out. His knocks sped up the longer it took for Steve to release you both.

“Harrington, hurry up! I gotta take my girlfriend on our first date!”

[xxaraaq]

wc | 0,9k

cw | Unprotected sex, weed consumption

Eddie Munson x Sinclair! reader

A/N | I was watching stranger things and I thought about this. I hope you enjoy!

You promised yourself that you wouldn’t go back. That you would never talk to him again, and go about your life as if you’d never met him. You knew he would only cause trouble, and you even told him this, saying that he was only a nuisance steering you off track from the plans you have for yourself.

But you’re a liar, and now you’re in his bed, gripping at his tattered sheets as he fucks you from behind.

This wasn’t even supposed to happen. You were at a party with Steve and Robin, nursing a cup of some random mystery punch when he had approached you.

“What do you want, Eddie?” You say, looking uninterestedly at him. “Long time so see, Sinclair. Whatcha been up to?” He asks, smirk on his face as he takes your drink from you, taking a sip before setting it on the counter. You groan as he attempts – and fails – to make good conversation. “We literally see each other in school every single day. And if you wanna know what I’m doing so badly, why don’t you ask my brother? Isn’t he in that stupid club you run?” You glare at him, growing more annoyed by the second.

He puts his hand on his chest, acting offended as he scoffs. “That was a low blow, Sinclair. And I’ll have you know,” He steps closer, bending down slightly to whisper into your ear. “Your brother has been nowhere to be found in these past couple weeks, with him being on the basketball team and all.” You can feel him smirking as his arm comes around your waist. You should push him away, curse him out for talking to you after you’ve told him so many times to leave you alone. But you don’t. Instead, you let him pull you flush against his chest as he kisses on your neck, whispering how you should come home with him to relax and unwind for the remainder of the night. You ignore the fact that relax and unwind basically mean the same thing and let him feel you up in the middle of the crowded kitchen, moaning quietly as his calloused hands work his way under your shirt.

 You should’ve known that you wouldn’t be able to stay away from him. Everything about him intoxicates you, from his scent of cigarettes and whatever cheap cologne he managed to snag from his uncle's dresser to his obnoxious laugh that comes out at the most inconvenient times, you could never get enough, and it pisses you off.

The drive to his place was quick, only around five minutes, before your feet hit the gravel that makes up his driveway. As soon as you step through the door his hands find you, slipping your clothes off before you even get to his room. His kisses are passionate, messy even, as he shuts the door, laying you on the bed.

You should've known that this was inevitable – face pressed into the pillow, back pushed into a perfect arch as his pelvis meets your ass with each thrust. It’s pitiful the way he can so easily reduce you into nothing more but a sobbing mess every time, hiccuping and moaning as he grips your waist tight, pounding mercilessly into your wet cunt.

“S’ too much, Eddie!” You cry out, hand reaching out in an attempt to slow him down. He chuckles, swatting it out his way, fucking into you even faster as he takes a drag from a joint. The air is thick, almost suffocating. Between the smell of sex and marijuana, you think you might pass out. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t take it anymore?” He coos, lazy smile on his face as his thrusts grow sloppy.  He could die a happy man if the last thing he could see was this, you fucked out of your mind while higher then the clouds. It was perfect, this was perfect, you’re perfect.

He wasn’t even concerned when you said you wanted to stop seeing him. He could see that you were scared of what he would do to you if you didn’t keep your distance; how he would slowly start to tear away at your reputation if you didn’t avoid him like the plague. In all honesty it’s funny, seeing how quick you were to squirm when he passed you in the halls, how you would avoid eye contact as though your life depended on it. And now here you are, pawing at the sheets with your eyes rolling back from the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“M’ gonna cum Eddie! M’ cumming!” You mewl, body tensing as your orgasm washes over you. He groans as your pussy clenches around him. He follows close behind you, cumming in you with a deep groan, taking his place beside you as you both collapse. He stubs the remainder of the joint in the ashtray, breathing heavily as he looks over to you. “I thought you said I wasn’t ‘ambitious’ enough to even be in your presence anymore, what happened sweetheart?” He jokes, putting up air quotes sarcastically. 

Without hesitation, you grab the pillow from under you and throw it at arm with all the strength you can muster. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?” You say, unamused look settling on your face.

Maybe it’s okay if he corrupts you, if only for a night.

-Nene

[jadequeen88]

Chapter 2: Love Bites

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Summary: She looks like some sort of siren or elven lady, her long, dark lashes kissing her cheekbones as she looks downward. As subtle as possible, Eddie breathes in her scent. She smells like the high-dollar shampoo he never can afford, mixed with a dark, amber-smelling cologne. She doesn’t smell like the cheerleaders that used to leave their “Love’s Baby Soft” and hairspray smell on his pillows. She doesn’t smell like clean sweat and cheap soap like the groupies after his shows. She smells like a grown woman and Eddie momentarily forgets how to function.

Author's Notes: The chapter when we see the Steddie bromance in all its delicious glory, Eddie indulges in a little "self-care", and a big discovery is made.

18+ ONLY

I'll be honest, guys. I still love this series and want to keep writing, but I've lost motivation. I'm hoping that posting here along with AO3 will push me to get it done. So as always, if you like, PLEASE reblog. Likes and comments are great too, but reblogging gets it out to more folks.

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“You knew at first sight you'd enjoy my attack. That with my first bite, there'd be no turning back. So come in my arms, I strike any hour. I will return to trap and devour In the dead of night love bites” — Judas Priest, “Love Bites”

Eddie's POV

A loud, rhythmic knock on Eddie’s trailer door makes him look up from rolling the blunt he’s just assembled.

“Come in!” he yells without getting up. He knows by the stupid-ass cadence used in the knock who it is, so there’s no use stopping what he’s doing to answer the door.

Steve “The Hair” Harrington flings the door open wide, a six-pack under his arm and wearing those dumb fucking glasses he always wears, even now when the sun has long since set. Eddie groans when he sees him wearing them along with that “Members Only” jacket that he hates almost as much. For a moment, Steve’s silhouette is backlit by the yellow glow of the lamp posts that line the road to the trailer park before he kicks the door closed behind him.

“‘Sup loser!” Steve chirps, slamming the beer down right beside Eddie’s current workspace. “What’s the big news? It must be important to make me drag my ass out this late. Why are we celebrating?”

“First of all,” Eddie mumbles around the paper he is licking to seal the blunt closed. “Call me a loser in my own home again and I’ll kick your ass.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby,” Steve says casually without missing a beat.

Eddie rolls his eyes and continues. “Second, take the shades off. You look like a jackass.”

Steve does exactly that, but not without humming the chorus of “Sunglasses at Night” while bobbing his head and landing roughly on the couch. Eddie makes a loud retching noise and in response, Steve blows him a kiss and winks.

“Watch it, big boy. One day I’m gonna make you cash in on all that teasing.” Eddie ruffles his hair and that finally gets him in check.

“Hey, hey, HEY! Not the hair, man. Christ.” Steve quickly pats his hair back down into the style he’s trademarked and perfected over the years while Eddie lights the blunt, sniffing back a laugh at his friend’s expense.

“So spill it already. What happened?” Steve reaches for the blunt as Eddie finishes taking the first hit.

“You’re looking at a man who secured a weekly gig. Making honest money playing my own music.” He reaches over with a flourish of his hand to take the blunt back from his friend.

“Well, look at you!” Steve says as he exhales a cloud of smoke through his nostrils. “Making money, being Mr. Rockstar. You’re gonna be swimming in groupies, my guy.”

“Nah,” Eddie holds the fragrant smoke in his lungs until they burn and he feels the first tingling sensations of his high. “Not worried about groupies. There’s only one woman for me. I’m ruined now.”

Steve pauses before putting the blunt back to his lips and looks over at Eddie with raised brows. Eddie “cold cynical heart” Munson is claiming to be ruined by one singular woman?

“Woah. Pump the breaks.” He turns to face Eddie directly. “Ruined? How?” He pauses, throwing his hands above his head, exasperated. “And when?!”

Eddie sighs and rubs a hand down his face. “The owner, man. The chick who bought Benny’s.”

“Oh really?” Steve is thoroughly invested in Eddie’s story now, the weed and beer forgotten momentarily. Eddie snatches the blunt away from the distracted man, keeping it from burning away.

“Yes, really.” He sounds thoroughly miserable now, taking in another lung full of smoke. “I show up late, right? Because, of course, I do. Our campaign ran late since Wheeler and Henderson decided to be complete dumbasses and they ended up failing both will saves when-”

Steve groans loudly as if he’s in immense pain. “Oh for fucks sake, Munson. Please do not talk to me about your fairy and dragon shit.”

“Fine, FINE!” Eddie’s scratchy voice goes up at least two octaves and he flings his hair around wildly. “Anyway! I’m late, as usual, and of course, of-fucking-course, I walk in and see a literal goddess in front of the stage. I nearly ran right back out. There was no.. no warning or anything! How was I supposed to know the new owner would look like that?!”

“Like what?” The Cheshire grin is back on Steve’s face as he waits for Eddie to continue.

“First thing I see is legs for miles.” He’s relaxed in his seat now, closing his eyes and recalling how amazing she looked. “Black heels on her feet. And when I tell you she’s built like a fucking brick house?” At that, he opens one eye to meet Steve’s gaze. “Best ass I’ve ever seen. I had to walk behind her and thought my knees were gonna buckle, man. And so… sophisticated. I’m talking, miles outta my league, dude.”

Steve nods, cracking open a beer. “So who is she? And why is she here?”

Eddie gives him her name then and tells him she actually grew up here but has been in LA working for the past ten years.

“Wait. Hold on a second.” The wheels are turning underneath that perfectly coiffed head of hair. “If she’s been working in LA since we were kids… that’s gotta mean.”

“Yeah, man. Like I said, she’s way outta my league. Older, hot, business owner. She’s cool as fuck. She was even wearing an Iron Maiden shirt under her jacket.”

“Ooh, ouch,” Steve says, reaching for the weed after taking another sip of beer. “The only thing missing that would have really ruined you would be if…”

“She had red lipstick on, Steve.” Eddie hangs his head in defeat.

“Damn! The final blow! Munson is officially doomed!”

“I’m so glad we get to play there every week, but,” Eddie hesitates as he puts the blunt back to his lips. “Fuck. It’s gonna suck trying to not… follow her around like a kicked puppy, man.”

Steve takes the blunt from Eddie and shakes his head in mock sympathy as he takes a drag.

“Oh, dude. You’ve got it bad.” Steve looks at Eddie through bloodshot eyes, grinning evilly like the menace he is.

“Fuck off,” he mutters before snatching the blunt from his friend’s loose grasp and smoking. Eddie sinks back into the couch beside him and lets his head hang back as he exhales a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling.

“Christ. Don’t be so touchy there, princess.” Steve snatches the blunt right out of Eddie’s mouth mid-pull. Eddie groans and elbows him making him grunt as he takes another hit of the dwindling blunt. He blows the smoke directly into the other man’s face.

“You were the one who kept going on and on about her.”

“Didn’t go on and on…”

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eddie takes what’s left of the blunt and stubs it out in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table and sets it aside. Steve groans at that.

“Dick move, man.”

“Says the biggest dickhead I know.”

“Okay, look.” Steve meets Eddie’s gaze with a solemn expression. “I’m sorry that I pointed out that you’re pining over the hot older woman who is not only way out of your league, but also kind of your boss now. The woman you have no chance bagging whatsoever. I should be a better friend to you. I should keep in mind that you simply aren’t as gifted as I am in this area. But don’t worry. You have other very nice qualities about you, Eds. We can’t all be certified MILF baggers.”

“Right, okay.” Eddie slaps his hands over his denim-clad thighs. “Fuck off, Harrington. Get outta my trailer. Now!”

Steve is cackling like a hyena. The lanky man is lying sprawled out on the couch on top of Eddie trapping him under the dead weight of his body. He finally manages to shove him off onto the ground. Steve lands on his side with a slight “oof!”

“Okay! Okay!” he wheezes while sitting up from the floor. “Seriously though, I’m happy for you guys. Robin and I will be there Friday for sure.”

“You better fuckin’ be.” Eddie lunges at him, pretending that he was about to tackle him back down but only aiming to make him flinch.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sweet cheeks.” Steve leers up into his face. “I mean, after hearing all about this absolute fox, no way I’m missing my chance with her.”

That comment finally pushes Eddie over the edge and the two wrestle on the floor, damn near shaking the entire trailer. The boys only call a truce when Eddie pins Steve and threatens to upend a half-drank beer into his hair. After that, they finish their drinks, and Harrington leaves with a wave thrown over his shoulder.

Eddie sighs in relief when he’s finally alone. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind hanging out with the guy, but he’s been flying half-mast most of the time Steve was over. Smoking always tends to make him a little horny regardless of the situation. Add into the mix that he was pathetically pining over the vixen that’s consuming his thoughts and it’s disastrous. At this point, he’s dying to rub one out before he sinks into his mattress to sleep.

He doesn’t even make it to his room before undoing his belt. He kicks his door closed, rips his pants down with his boxers, then hits the play button on his cassette player to hopefully cover any obscene noises he was about to make. Eddie knows he won’t be able to be quiet tonight. Rob Halford’s voice coming from the speakers should cover up the loudest of the noises he was about to make, anyway.

The dim glow of the full moon doesn’t help illuminate his path, causing him to stumble over a stack of cassette tapes. He swears under his breath and tells himself he’ll deal with putting them back later. Binders full of D&D campaign notes and his dice bag clatter noisily to the floor as he flops onto the mattress and removes his shirt. Eddie doesn’t want a single piece of clothing on his body. It feels like fire is racing underneath his skin. With the first downward stroke of his hand, a wild thought of her casting some sort of sex magic spell over him flashes through his mind. It’s the only thing he can come up with as to why he’s this worked up.

“Fuck…” he whimpers. He’s so pent up that he’s been leaking into his boxers for the past few hours, making him as wet as if he had already reached in his bedside table for the cherry-flavored lube he keeps hidden inside. He runs his palm over the leaking head to gather up the viscous fluid and spreads it down his shaft.

Eddie’s eyes roll back in his head as his strokes speed up. He bites his lower lip until it’s swollen and red. When he begins to twist his wrist on the upward strokes, his back arches off the blankets, and his heels dig into the mattress.

He’s too worked up to be embarrassed at how fast he’s about to come. Eddie is no virgin. The handcuffs hanging from his wall and pack of Trojans on the nightstand make that obvious. Since he grew out his hair and learned to play guitar, there had been no shortage of girls sneaking in through the window of his trailer. Back in high school, he was the dirty little secret half the cheer squad kept from their families and friends. Once he finally graduated, it would be girls (and guys) after gigs in the back of his van, or the alley outside whatever dive bar they’d played at that night. Eddie likes sex, is good at it, and has no shortage of people to choose from. It makes no sense why she kindles this primal, raw desperation in him.

Normally when he gets off on his own, he flips through his mental Rolodex of past encounters and focuses on that. He hasn’t had to use his imagination in years, but no past hookups work for him this time. Tonight, his thoughts are consumed with her. Pinning her to the floor in the middle of the stage at Benny’s… licking greedily between her thighs as she sat on the bar top…

What sends him over the edge is picturing her riding him. He normally doesn’t care for it, honestly. Eddie has never had anyone climb on top of him and ride him the way he needed. But her? He knew it, could feel it in his blood… she could change that. Maybe she would start slow, rolling her hips back and forth, barely letting him inside. Then maybe she would seat herself down on his cock and rock back and forth, getting him as deep as possible, only worried about chasing her pleasure. He’d rub circles into her clit and grab her ass to help move her even deeper. Maybe as she came, she’d bite his lip and pull his hair.

Eddie groans like he’s wounded and focuses on the reddened tip of his cock. With his free hand, he grabs a handful of his hair and pulls at the scalp. He gasps, “That’s it, baby… yes, yes, yes…”

“Shit!” he cries out as he spills over his hand, his cum seeping between his fingers. He can’t do anything but lay there boneless in the moonlight for what feels like hours. When he finally regains a bit of his strength, he gets up and showers. After he washes away the sweat and jizz—which is absolutely disgusting, by the way, Eddie can’t remember the last time there was so much, it’s all over him—he throws on some jeans, wraps his hair in a towel and goes outside for a smoke before brushing his teeth and hitting the sack.

He swipes his lighter and pack of Camels from the kitchen counter and walks barefoot out to the old couch that sits on his front porch. The late summer breeze is beginning to announce the arrival of autumn with just enough chill in the air to make Eddie wish he’d grabbed a sweatshirt.

He’s just about to light up when he hears the slam of a screen door disrupt the still night. It comes from across the dirt road that bisects the trailer park. There is a pretty high turnover rate with most of the places here. Usually, someone staying temporarily rents one of the last few trailers at the end of the road. Eddie never thinks about who is coming and going from that end of the place. It’s also not like he keeps consistent hours like folks who have 9-5 jobs, so it’s perfectly normal for Eddie to go months without seeing a neighbor.

Lighting his cigarette, he lounges back on the couch, looking towards the trailer where he heard the door slam. A porch light turns on and when the door opens, Eddie swears it feels like he’s swallowed his own heart.

It’s her. It looks like she's stepping outside to smoke as well. When he sees her raise her hands to her face, the faint glow of a lighter flicks over and over… and…

“Oh shit,” he whispers to himself. Her lighter is dead. He thinks he can hear her faintly curse and move to stand. This is his time to shine. Without thinking about what he is doing, he leaps from the porch into the damp, dark grass below. He begins to run toward her trailer when he remembers he has a goddamn towel on his head.

“Fuck!” he whisper-yells into the night air, ripping the towel from his head and throwing it at the couch.

Right before she gets up to go inside, Eddie calls out to her.

“Hey!” he shouts, trying to sound friendly and approachable, not like a crazed trailer park resident possibly trying to attack her in the middle of the night. He makes it over to her trailer, bare feet kicking up gravel, lighter raised in his right hand like some sort of prized treasure. “Ya need a light?”

It’s still pretty dark despite the one yellow bulb that illuminates the tiny porch, but Eddie doesn’t need light to see that she is just as stunning here as she was all decked out earlier at Benny’s. Honestly? He thinks she looks even better in the ratty Black Sabbath tee. He notices she is also barefoot and sporting damp locks. The thought of her showering at the same time as him only a couple of trailers away makes him feel a little dizzy.

She looks down at him, confusion marring her features. For a horrible, gut-turning second, Eddie thinks maybe he’s fucked up big time. Then recognition lights up her eyes. “Eddie?” She says slowly, a grin spreading across her lips.

“The one and only,” he shuffles his feet a bit and clears his throat. “I was, uh… out doing the same thing and noticed a damsel in distress.” He gestures to his lighter. “Couldn’t let that happen on my watch, so…” he lets out a small chuckle.

She sits back down on one of the lawn chairs she has on the porch and gestures to the empty one. “By all means. How chivalrous of you, Sir Eddie.”

His heart twists in his chest as he takes the steps two at a time to get to the empty chair. She puts the cigarette between her lips and leans forward as he flicks the lighter on and cups his hand around the flame to keep the night breeze from snuffing it out. He stares unabashedly at her face, backlit by the orange glow of the cigarette. She looks like some sort of siren or elven lady, her long, dark lashes kissing her cheekbones as she looks downward. As subtle as possible, Eddie breathes in her scent. She smells like the high-dollar shampoo he never can afford, mixed with a dark, amber-smelling cologne. She doesn’t smell like the cheerleaders that used to leave their “Love’s Baby Soft” and hairspray smell on his pillows. She doesn’t smell like clean sweat and cheap soap like the groupies after his shows. She smells like a grown woman and Eddie momentarily forgets how to function.

She sits back in her chair and Eddie (reluctantly) does the same, trying not to think of how good her sheets smell or what laundry detergent she uses to wash her clothes in. He wants to memorize every single scent surrounding her. It makes him feel crazy.

He remembers that he never got around to smoking his own cigarette. Eddie pulls out his pack from his back pocket and lights one up for himself.

“Good thing I’m made of tougher stuff than most gals,” she says, blowing a cloud of smoke from the side of her mouth. He looks over to see that she was grinning a little, eyes sparkling with mischief and untold stories. “You would have scared the shit outta most people just now.”

He groans, rubbing his brow with his free hand. “So I did come across as a psycho? I was aiming for ‘helpful, caring neighbor’.”

She laughs and it sounds like music. “No, not a psycho. Definitely a good neighbor.”

She takes another drag and crosses one bare leg over the other. Eddie realizes that her shorts are so tiny that they are basically underwear. Is that what she sleeps in? He imagines that if she stood up, he’d be able to see the curve of her ass peeking out from under the black material.

He shakes his head slightly as if to rattle the lewd thought out of his brain. “Well, mi’lady,” he says, smoke curling out of his nostrils. “You’re probably the only person in Hawkins, Indiana who wouldn’t turn heel and run in terror from Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

At that, she throws her head back and laughs louder than she did before. “You’re no freak,” she says, looking at him with those bright eyes again. “I’ve met freaks. Besides, you happen to be looking at Hawkins High’s former Queen of the Freaks. I know what it really means when the hicks around here call us that.”

Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “No fuckin’ way…”

“Yes, fuckin’ way,” she counters, stubbing out the butt of her cigarette on the amber glass ashtray sitting between them on old, plastic milk crates. “Got my first tattoo at fifteen in my best friend’s kitchen. Got caught smoking a joint in the girl’s locker room while skipping class. Even played at being a rockstar, Joan Jett style.”

He marvels at her. He wants to sit here all night and hear every story she has to tell. But as she stands and stretches her arms over her head, Eddie knows that’s his cue to leave.

“You are brimming over with surprises,” he beams down at her as he stands up from his chair.

“I promise, I’m not as interesting as I sound,” she chuckles as she turns to head inside. “But I can share some stories with you another time. Us freaks have to stick together, after all.” She winks at him over her shoulder and he could have been knocked over with a feather. “Good night, Eddie.”

He raises his hand in farewell and utters a small “night” before she vanishes behind her door. After he hears her move further into the trailer, he leaps from the porch and pumps a fist wildly into the air. He feels like he is floating the entire jog back to his place. Eddie collapses onto his bed and lets out a long sigh.

The most amazing woman he has ever met is now his neighbor. Then it hits him… The most amazing woman he has ever met is now his neighbor…

“Shit…” he mutters into his pillow. He was already well on his way to thinking about her constantly before knowing she lived so near. Now, he has no clue how he’ll get anything done with her constantly in his orbit. The lovesick metalhead decides that’s a problem for his future self as his eyelids get heavier and sleep overtakes him. His thoughts swim with visions of long legs, bright eyes, and soft skin as he slips into a dreamless sleep.

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[steveshairychest]

Eddie makes weed brownies without telling Steve.

He'd promised Argyle and Jonathan he'd greet them with a whole plate of them when they arrived later in the day for a week long visit. Eddie had naturally used Steve's big, fancy kitchen because he had stayed over the night before and he needed the space to flit around and make sure he got everything right.

Once they're done, he leaves them on a plate with one of Steve's mother's fancy tea towels over the top to keep the flys off them and then he runs upstairs to shower and wash off the absurd amount of brownie batter he managed to get on himself.

Steve gets home early. His head thumping and his body aching, he'd covered Robin's shift because she was sick and now he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in his pillow and sleep for 2 days.

The smell hits him as soon as he walks by the kitchen, it makes his stomach growl and his mouth water, which reminds him he skipped lunch. He can hear the shower running upstairs, he smiles to himself. Eddie had made brownies, one of Steve's favourite treats.

He lifts up the tea towel and grabs one off the plate, he devours it in two bites. Steve practically moans at the taste. Eddie has always been an amazing cook, he'd made them a whole 3 course meal for their one year anniversary. He grabs a second and then a third.

Steve's finishing off his fourth brownie when Eddie saunters down the stairs, a smile on his face and his hair wet and tied up out of his face. Steve's sitting on the kitchen floor, his whole body felt floaty so he had slowly slid to the floor with a giggle. He must be a lot more exhausted from work than he originally thought.

Eddie freezes right in front of him, the smile gone from his face as he takes in the sight of Steve sitting on the kitchen floor with brownie crumbs all over his work uniform and a dopey smile on his face. "Eddie!!" He lifts his arms up and makes grabby hands towards his boyfriend. "You made me brownies. I love you. You're the best."

"Oh no, no, no. Steve, honey, how many did you eat?!" Eddie kneels down in front of him and holds his face in his hands. Steve leans into the touch with a quiet hum.

"Three? No, four. They were really yummy, babe. I love your cooking. Gonna marry you one day." He rambles. Eddie laughs and leans forward to place a kiss to his boyfriend's smiling lips.

He probably should have put a note on top of the plate.

"Come on, let's go watch star wars and get you comfy. Argyle and Jonathan will be here later, do you remember?" Eddie's suddenly thankful that Steve drags him to the gym every Friday because Steve is fucking heavy when he's high as a kite and leaning all his weight on Eddie. "Jesus, I don't remember you being this heavy last night."

Steve laughs so hard he nearly knocks them both over.

[battybubs]

god that was heartbreaking, beautiful but crushing. do you think you could you do some steve x eddie x male reader fluff now? just them hanging out being happy. (or perhaps an alternative ending where reader lives but I don't want to mess with a finished story)

Movie Night

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written specifically for male readers, fem/ fem aligned people, please do not interact.

Also, requests are open!

Pairing: Polyamorous! Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Male! Reader 

Type: Romantic 

Warnings: I can’t think of any, just fluff :)

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You sat in the back of your boyfriend, Eddie’s musty van, along with your other boyfriend, Steve. About five minutes ago you were interrupted from your drawing as a loud honk sounded outside your house. Eddie was yelling from his window for you to come outside, and you did. Not long after, he pushed you into the back of his van with Steve. His method of picking the two of you up for surprise dates usually slightly resembled kidnap, but that was just Eddie for you.

You and Steve held onto each other for dear life as the metalhead drove you around. He was such an awful driver. You would bust out laughing together every time he would slam on the breaks, knowing it was probably because of an animal. He hated to admit it, but Eddie was a softy at heart, and the thought of running over an animal crushed him. Every time he saw something that even remotely resembled an animal, it would cause him to slam on the breaks. One time he saw a leaf and thought it was a squirrel. 

After the awful drive there, you and Steve stumbled out of the back. It felt like you had sea legs as you made contact with the ground outside of Eddie’s trailer. Speaking of Eddie, he was quick to hop out of the driver’s seat and sling his arms over the two of you, dragging you both inside. 

It wasn’t long before the three of you were sitting on the couch, Eddie complaining that you two always hog the blankets, Steve refusing to hold himself up, and instead opting to use you and Eddie as pillows, and you skimming through the movie selection. The two other boys were indecisive, and you were too, but they new you would eventually pick something. After a while of setting different tapes aside, you decided on some random horror movie you had never seen.

As you got up to put the tape in, Eddie was laughing at Steve who hit his head because you moved, causing him to fall, and Steve was whining at your choice of film. He always insisted he hated horror movies, but in reality you all knew he just hated being scared in front of the two of you. He didn’t like being vulnerable like that. After the film was in, you plopped back onto the couch.

Steve was quick to fall back against you, while Eddie got up to sit behind you, forming some sort of weird boyfriend sandwich with a piece of lopsided bread. 

“Steve, sit up!”

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We’re pack buddies! Woohoo!

Sorry this took so long, anon! I really hope you enjoy it even though it’s so short :p <3

also I might do an alternate ending in the future, just not so sure how I would go about that at the moment!

[reddie-fangirl24]

Hold Richie?

This is for @itfandomprompts Today’s theme is online dating.

“How is my Edward Spaghedward, today?” Richie greeted in the most excited voice. Finally, some time to himself! Spending hours in the studio was stressful, especially having to be around so many people trying to get his opinion. The shows had gone well, but he just wanted to be home now.

Finally, he could see his boyfriend’s face. Well, over Facetime, that is. Stretching his arm out to look at his phone, Richie walked in the streets of the neighborhood where he had been putting on numerous shows for the week. He forgot about the difference in time so it was the night back home. Not too late, though.

Eddie relaxed comfortably on the couch, removing the crutch from the view of the camera. Due to the pain medication, he was tired. But he was happy to talk to Richie.  “I watched your show last night.”

“At midnight? Dude, what have I told you?” Richie complained to him. Walking and talking at the same time wasn’t easy. Stumbling, Richie nearly tripped himself up, catching his phone before it could hit the ground. 

“That you could use a seeing-eye dog?” Eddie laughed at Richie. There was nothing entertaining to watch on TV tonight so Richie being clumsy saved him from his perpetual boredness. The whole week was a drag. Since he was busy recovering, Eddie didn’t have a job anyway, quitting his terrible job as a risk analysis. 

“Haha!” Richie told him sarcastically, holding his phone so close to his mouth that Eddie could see the inside of his boyfriend’s mouth.

“Ew, clearly someone isn’t flossing!” Eddie turned up his nose.

“You are such...” Richie noticed a mother and her young son approaching. Like any mother, she eyes Richie, about to cover her son’s ears. “Uh... meanie!”

“That’s the best you can come up with?” Eddie sat up from the pillows, grimacing slightly from the pain in his abdomen.

Feeling his heart fall into the pit of his stomach, Richie wished that he didn’t have to travel this week. He and Eddie only just moved in together a short month ago. After putting off most of his shows to take care of an ailing Eddie, his manager made him go on this tour. If only he could skip out on it, wanting to explore more of his relationship with Eddie.

“How are you feeling? Are you doing everything that the doctors told you?” Richie asked him. A message popped up on his phone indicating that he had a show soon. Steve texted right after that alert to tell him that he had to get back to the theater. Oh, he couldn’t wait for all this to be over. 

Eddie smiled, though he was in pain. He didn’t want to take his pain medication while on the phone with Richie. That would only make the man feel guiltier for leaving which he clearly was.

“Don’t worry, Rich.” He held the phone tightly like it were Richie’s soft hand. “I’m okay.”

At that very moment, Richie realized that he had someone to look forward to seeing when coming home. Richie smiled, loving every moment of what this new beginning gifted him with. Finally, he didn’t have to return to an empty house. The quiet was awful. And so was a solitary bed. 

Right then, Richie walked into a tree, making a humorous grunting noise. Luckily, he didn’t drop his phone on the ground. If he could count how many times he dropped his phone in a year he’d be rich!

Eddie shrieked with laughter. Ignoring the pain, tears formed in his eyes. “I was just waiting for that to happen!”

“You’re really mean you know that, right?” Richie flipped him off, though he was smiling at how humorous the situation he was.

Shaking his head, Eddie just looked at his boyfriend’s face. His nose, jawline, the way his smile fit his whole face. He was beautiful. “Will you hold me when you come home?”

“Anything you want, Eds,” Richie smiled at him. Was there a way to walk through a phone screen so you could be with that person who you missed terribly? “Love you.”

His heart melting, Eddie kissed his phone screen. “I love you, too.”

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In-between || part 7

The world was turning upside down, Derry Maine had a killer clown on the loose and it was you and your friend’s self-assigned job to kill it.

A crossover series of It and Stranger Things x reader

Characters: Reader, the Losers Club, Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Steve Harrington

Unedited

Word count: 1828

Warning: nothing???

A/n: This is exactly important this time! It’s time for you guys to vote you the reader ends up with! send in a ask for who you think it should be and I’ll post the results as they come in. Also I realized I never said this but this is set 2 years later in 1987 and their 16. Thank you for all the support loves <3

Current results: 

Bill ||

Stan ||

Richie |||||||||||

Mike ||

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 8 

“Oh my-” Eddie fainted right into your arms. “There’s two now?” Beverly asked. You shook your head, “don’t worry, Mike’s nothing like Richie. He’s more... quiet.” “That's not saying much.” Stan mumbled and you hit his arm as Eddie stood back up and took a pump from his inhaler. “Guys, This is the losers club. losers club, this is…” You named every person from both groups, everyone seemed to be sizing each other up to find their equals on  the other side. “W-who are they?” Bill asked, “Well they’re sure as hell not from Derry.” Eddies squeaked.

“We’re from Hawkins, Indiana. We got here through the upside down” Mike said in the most Duh tone you had ever heard. “The upside what?” Richie asked. Mike sighed and started to tell the story of the Upside down, or least what they knew about the monsters that inhabited it. After he was done it was your turn to playback the last few days and all the craziness that happened during them.

They all listened to you intently, hanging onto to every word that left your mouth. As you spoke you took turns looking at all of them, trying to identify what they were thinking. Mike H. and Stan had blank features but you thought if you looked into their eyes any longer the fear that filled them would reach out and grab you too.

Beverly looked strong and steady and so did El, you weren’t surprised. Ben, Lucas, Dustin and Steve looked ready to piss themselves. Bill, Mike, Max and Will you couldn't read, But when you got to Richie, You had never seen him like this. He looked frustrated beyond his years. He looked almost grown up. Richie Tozier grown up.

“Well, sh-shit.” Bill broke the silence after you finished. You nodded, “I think It’s from the Upside down, and I think together we can kill it.” Everyone looked at each other before Bill put his hand in the middle of the groups, “I’m in.” He locked eyes with you, you could see Georgie somewhere hidden deep within him. You put your hand in next, then Richie, Mike, Mike H., Max, Will, Beverly, Ben, Lucas, Eddie, Steve, Dustin and then all that was left was, El and Stan. El stepped forward and put her hand in. everyone looked to Stan, He was crying. “I- I can’t.” You would never had admitted this then but the look you gave him was one of pure pity.

“Stanley, Please. We need you.” He shook his head lightly and placed his hand on yours. It was a serial moment, everyone coming together as one. “Promise.” You could hear El mumbled, you saw Mike look over to her. You felt connected with everyone in that circle. It felt like minutes before anyone said anything.

You didn’t know if you were the only one to felt it but as you looked around finding the eyes of your friends you could feel the heavy weight pushing down on your heart. You could feel that not everyone would make it. You could feel the loss that was coming and yet you knew there was no way out of it.

Bill was the first one to speak up, “wha-what now?” You cracked a smile and looked to Richie who was wearing the same one, “Well, since this could be our last night alive...” “why not party.” Richie finished for you, laughing along.

Bill went home and grabbed his boom box and some of the cassettes all of you shared. Stan and Eddie got all of the pillows, blankets and sleeping bags they could find. Bev and Richie took as much food and smokes they could get from the drugstore and Ben went to get everyone some soda.

It was getting chilly and the sun had completely set by the time everyone was back. You, Mike and Steve set up a bonfire with odd sticks from the forest floor as the rest set up camp for the night. There were logs and rocks set in a messy circle around the blazing fire and someone, you assumed Will and Mike, layed out sleeping bags and filled them with the blankets and pillows taking up the entire clearing.

When Richie and Bev pulled out the cigarettes Steve at first went into mother mode and tried to snatch them but after listening to Riches trashmouth complaining for all of 5 minutes he gave them back. You took one, so did Bill, Mike H, and Max. You stuck yours in your pocket for later.

The party wasn't really much of a party. It was more of a reunion for something that hadn't even happened yet. First some of you guys danced. At first it was just the losers and then slowly Mike, Lucas and Max joined it. When Richie and you danced together it was really something.

The year before, your favorite movie came out, Dirty Dancing. You had dragged Eddie, Stan and Richie to it countless times and at the school dance Richie surprised you by having the dances completely memorized and ready to perform.

As soon as the songs came on you knew you couldn’t help but do it. The losers all knew exactly what you were doing but the others sure as hell didn’t. They were a bit confused why you were dancing and that and then laughing. Dancing dirty with Richie was one of your favorite things to do. He could translate his trashmouth to his hips pretty damn good.

When everyone had settled down people drank, smoked and snacked, laughing and sharing stories to the music playing softly in the background. You felt an odd sense of safety then, everything was so peaceful and calm.

But as the night drew on your thoughts fogged over and your smile fell into a frown. Both Ben and Bill had not left Beverly's side. Richie, Stan and Eddie couldn’t stop fucking staring at her, Max and El, never once giving you a second glance. Jealousy was running through you. You liked the feeling of Richies warm body on yours when you dancing, you liked the feeling of Stan not being able to look away from you or the feeling of Mike's gentle hand on your shoulder.

Richie who had been sitting next to you had completely turned to be facing the rest of the girls and shamelessly flirted with them, Lucas had his arm draped around Max for most of the night. “Would you look at all these babes.” Richie whispered to Eddie just loud enough for you to hear. You scoffed and got up from your seat wandering into the woods just a few feet.

You looked towards the drop to the water and found Beverly and Bill sitting hand in hand on the edge. They were hidden from the others by a thick rock. You watched as they both pulled closer and closer together until their  lips connected. Why? Why wasn’t that you? Why wasn't someone kissing you? Why was Richie kissing you? Or Mike? Or Stan?

You went back to the others, said you were going to sleep and laid down on  a sleeping bag. A few joined you but mostly they stayed up. You saw Bill, Ben and even Richie all trying to fight over Bev before you rolled to be on your side facing the other way. You couldn't sleep. After you were sure no one else was still awake you sat up against the a tree and played with the dirt around you, drawing small patterns and lines.

You saw how happy Lucas and Max were. You wanted that. You didn't honestly know if you were going to make it through the next few days. But you wanted to feel that before you left this world.

“(y/n)?” You jumped and looked up to see Mike walking over to you rubbing his eyes, “why are you still up?” you shrugged, “couldn't sleep, what about you?” He shrugged mimicking you and slid down the tree next to you. “El.” You frowned and looked to him out the corner of your eye, “why El?” Mike didn't answer at first, instead looking straight ahead, you thought he wasn't going to answer you but he did, very quietly, “She doesn’t love me anymore and I don't think I love her.” “Oh.” He let out a pathic laugh.

“Yeah… Oh. When I first met her I was obsessed, I kissed her and then like 10 minutes later she disappeared, for a long time and when she came back at first I thought it’d all go back. But when she started going out in the world and meeting new people she realized I wasn't the only option. She said she wanted to try new things.” “Ouch.” “Yeah. I thought I would just wait for her to come around but it had been awhile again and I started to think maybe it is a good idea to look around before settling down and then she told me just what I thought I wanted to hear, that she wanted me or whatever, and I said no. Because I realized I didn't love her nearly as much as I thought I did.”

“Fuck dude.” He nodded, “are you gonna tell me the real reason you're awake now?” You scoffed, “it's dumb.” “I’m sure it's not.” “Oh, trust me.” Mike moved so you could see him roll his eyes. “Okay. fine, whatever.” You turned out to be facing him and put your hands in your lap. “I just want to be a thought of as a real girl.” “A what? What does that even mean.” It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Like Beverly or Max or El, all the boys fawn over them and I’m just here. And I hate it. I could leave this earth tomorrow and never know how it feels to be loved by someone. I didn’t even have a first kiss!” You put your head in your hands.

“God. What if I die before… any of that.” Mike placed his hand gently on your knee. “Your not going to die. And besides, kissing is overrated.” You glared at him. “Symbolism jackass.” “Oh. Well, why don���t we go and try to sleep? We can keep each other company or something.” You nodded, “Sure.” He stood and up took your hand, pulling you off the ground. Neither of you let the other go as you walked back to the mass of sleeping bags.

When you laid on your side you felt him lay right behind you. Only a few minutes later did you feel him getting closer to your back as he reached out a arm softly wrapping it around your waist. You didn’t know if it was the cold or loneliness but something inside of you stirred, you snuggled yourself into his chest and he jumped a little. “I th-thought you were asleep.” You shook your head. “Nope. not yet.”

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