#steve munson supremacy

[alien-magnolia]

Caught!! <3

Dom!Eddie Munson x sub!fem!reader (smaller body type, plus size) primal knk, predator/prey, major SIZE knk, hint of breeding, biting, unprotected p/v (do not do this), hints of wolf! Eddie and bunny!reader if you squint.

Come crawling faster. Obey your master. - “Master of Puppets,” Metallica. 

It all started out like any other day. You were feeling a bit needy, and came to visit Eddie in the woods, on his usual spot by the bench. Eddie offered you a joint, and a seat on his lap, where the both of you just talked about his upcoming DnD playthrough, watching the autumn leaves fall down. The both of you heard a noise, so Eddie went into the woods to investigate. He told you to stay put, in his words, ‘pretty girls should stay safe on the bench,’ yet you didn’t listen, and went after him shortly. 

You slowly stepped over the gnarled branches, twigs and dead leaves crunching underneath your feet. “Eddie?” “Eds?,” you called out, hearing nothing in return. You wore glasses as well, so seeing in the distance wasn’t your best skill. You felt like you were walking around in circles, your body getting a bit tired from the distance you’ve walked. Suddenly, a hand grabs your shoulder. “Boo,” that familiar, snarky voice, whispered in your ear. Your heart jumped, you let out a large shriek as Eddie stood there, giggling like a maniac. “You scared me!,” you huffed, stomping your foot and crossing your arms, making your breasts stand out a bit more. “Eds. You know I get scared easily. I was just looking for you, worried that something happened,” you explain. “I know, princess. Have to admit, though, you’re real cute when you’re scared. Took me no time to find you.,” his voice suddenly seemed deeper, a glint in his eye. You quickly noticed the bulge growing in his jeans. After that day, the both of you played this game quite often, where Eddie would catch helpless little you in the woods. 

You were running, panting, trying not to slip over loose branches and logs. Your chubby body was quite out of shape, so you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep going like this. You see a large oak tree, and quickly duck behind it, your thong under the skirt touches the wet leaves. You make yourself one with the dirt, and quiet your breathing.

“Little bunny! Little bunny, come on out. You know you want to see what happens when I find you,” a dark chuckle is heard as Eddie’s voice draws closer and closer. “Bunny, don’t shy away from your master, now, yeah?,” his voice calls out. Your Lacey little thong is soaking wet as you listen to his voice. He was coming to find you. Your big, bad, wolf <3. The anticipation was killing you. Big black boots stop right in front of you. They feel cool against your bare, dirt covered, thighs. Big, rough, hands close around your plush skin. 

“Caught you, little bunny,” Eddie smirked, his eyes glazing over your body, his rough hands squeezing the plush of your arms and tummy. “Wanna know what happens to little bunnies that get caught?,” he taunts, as you start to sniffle a little bit, tears coming through. You notice your boyfriend’s bulge start to show.  He was a sadist. He loved to see you in this weak, subby state. And you loved to be in it. “Awww,” he chides, a hand coming up to brush one of your tears away. My bunny girl is crying. Not time for that yet, sweetheart. There’ll be plenty of time later, though,” he adds. You could only stand there and sniffle. “Didn’t wanna be caught, Eds,” you reply back. “Bunnies don’t get to choose, do they?,” he chided at you, and with that, picked up your small body, and started carrying you over to a more private wooded area. 

“Wanna know what happens to little bunnies that get caught?,” he asks, rubbing his throbbing bulge on your thigh as he has you harshly pressed against a tree. You shake your head no, but you knew you wanted to know. “They get bred. Over and over, they get used, they’re just a little toy for their masters,” yeah?,” he chuckles, and bites into your neck as you let out a wail. A hand covering your mouth, Eddie chuckles, “don’t want to hear bunnies scream too too loud, baby. Other wolves might come see.” You seem upset. “They’ll use me too?,” you ask, in a complete state of helplessness as you struggle to be free of his grip, to no avail. “Nah. I don’t share my little bunny. She’s my property,” he says as he continues to kiss and bite your neck. Your soaking wet cunt starts twitching at this point, itching for some kind of release!!

His hands, calloused, a bit dirty from the branches he moved apart to find you, quickly spread your legs, one hand on your thigh, one hand on the plush of your hips, gripping your stretch marks mercilessly. He rips apart your thong, you feel the bark scratch against your thighs. You attempt to close your legs together to get some friction, but a spank quickly stops you. “Ah, ah, little one. Gotta be patient. Gotta examine my catch, make sure she’s in good shape. Gotta wait, little bunny,” he smirks, a thumb coming up to her push itself into your mouth. You eagerly suck his dusty thumb, looking into his chocolate brown eyes as you do. “Fuck,” he grunts softly. 

He leans down between your legs, simply looking at you. “Can feel the heat coming from her. Think I’m gonna eat well tonight,” he chuckles, and then dives in, his plush mouth quickly finding your clit, attaching to it like a leech, and not letting go. “Too much! Too much!!!,” his prey squeals and squirms under him, but he has caught her, and is determined to enjoy his catch <3!! After an agonizing moment of Eddie enjoying his prey’s screams, he moves on to your neck, you feel his long brown locks of hair tickle your body as his lips are all over your face, your neck. Your teeth clash.

Your soft body against his rough, broad, hairy chest, one of his arms caging you to the tree. His supple lips overshadowing yours, attacking yours, his other arm between your legs, making sure that your legs don’t close together, edging you. He pulls away, his voice breathy, his lips red and swollen. “My bunny can’t come without permission, can she?,” he whispers to you, that deep chuckle sending tremors down to your core. You quickly shake your head, and manage to free yourself of his grip. You drop down to your knees, giving him your best doe eyes. “I’ll do anything!! Please. You caught me. Need you,” you plead, baring your neck to him, your hands on his thighs, completely surrendering yourself to him. You were at his mercy, your predator’s mercy.

He keeps on nipping at your neck, your puffy swollen tits, his rough hands massaging them, as you cry out in pleasure from under him. You love how his metallic rings feel against your soft and sensitive skin <3!! 

“Ed.. Eddie! I - uh, please,” you squeak out, your eyes meeting his. “What’s the matter, sweet thing? Too much for you? Daww,” he grins, his sadistic side  showing. “Guess you’re just gonna have to take it, little one,” he chuckles, as he manhandles you over onto your tummy, his hands running down your hips and ass.

“Fuck,” he softly moans, running his hands over the back of your thighs, tracing circles, while your whole ass and pussy was right in front of his face. His fingers gently trace circles on your puffy lips, and you lean into his big hand, while he cups your pussy roughly, and you let out a wail. “She’s just dripping for me, isn’t she, bunny?,” he taunts. Your eyes are glazed over at this point, you can do nothing but nod stupidly, the side of your face pressed up against the tree, your hips wiggling for some kind of friction that you didn’t have yet. His fingers move inwards, three fingers sliding into you, curving against your ridged gummy walls. You close your eyes as he continues his ministrations. “Fuck. So perfect.” His soft lips give your sopping wet pussy a gentle kiss, before you hear the clink of his belt. Your empty hole clenched at the sound!!

His rough hands come around to mount your hips, digging into your stretch marks. “Ready, bun? Gonna go fast. Hard,” he warns you. But you didn’t need a warning. You were so ready, ready to be full of him. And full of him you were, you bit your lip as pleasure enveloped your body in a warm blanket, as his thick cock bullied its way inside you. You were so wet that Eds was able to fill you to the brim in an instant, bottoming out. His eyes closed, his face tilted up, with no warning, he grabbed you by the neck, tracing his hand over the base of your neck, and then used his arm to pull you flush against him, your back against his sweaty chest, your plush tits resting on your arm. A breathy whisper in your ear, a nibble at your neck, and he starts to move. In. Out. Those full, full, balls slapping against your puffy lips. His fingers push their way into your mouth, and you close your eyes in bliss, sucking on them. His calloused hand grips your chin as he fucks you restlessly, like an animal in rut, a predator mounting his prize, ready to be bred and full of seed. Your vision blurs as his soft cockhead touches your g-spot over and over. 

His messy brown locks around your shoulders and neck, his plush lips peppering your back with kisses. “Taking me so well, bunny. Just a little more. That’s it.” His groans send you to heaven as you clench around him and let go. He cums in you, his prize, his prey, taking a minute after to soothe you. “Did so well for me, sweet girl. My little bunny. Took me so well,” his breathy voice, barely a whisper in your ear, spoke, as you were still flush against his back, his hands tracing circles over your soft torso. He pulls out of you slowly, as not to hurt you, and then turns you around to face him, where you meet him in a tender kiss. “Wanted to be good for you, Eds,” you whisper to him, and he replies back with “I know, and you did so fuckin’ well. Come, let’s get you into a warm shower,” his thumbs come up to pinch your cheeks a bit, and he carefully leads you out of the woods, stopping every so often to check if you’re okay or help you out over a branch.  

He leads you back to the van, helping you step into it and buckling your seatbelt for you, and he drives the both of you over to the Munson trailer, with his hand on your thigh. 

a/n: Thank you for reading! Please reblog, like, or comment to help support my page! I'm ovulating and I would love to be caught by Eddie in the woods... ugh.

[str4ngergirlw0rld]

eddie loves you so much he stares at you lovingly , he tells you you’re the prettiest thing hes seen , that you’re his love of a lifetime , that if he didnt have you he would be so lost & that he would die for you. He keeps his lips on yours while he’s fucking you so he can feel your breathy moans against his lips.

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steve loves you so much he buys you the prettiest outfits to try on in front of him , he scrubs your hair in the shower and uses your shampoo when you’re away so he can smell like you, he does face masks and hair masks with you cause hes so in love its sickening , steve holds your hand when he fucks you to keep him grounded.

[ollyxar]

Hide and seek

Dustin wants to play hide and seek with The party. Steve and Eddie end up in the same hiding spot. Awkward times follow.( https://archiveofourown.org/works/62561122 ao3 link )

Dustin decided that the whole party had to play hide and seek. So everyone had to gather in Steves house and play. And since it was Dustins idea, he was the first one to look.

They had three minutes to hide. They were currently two and a half minutes into that time, and Steve still haven’t found a hiding spot. All the good ones were already occupied by someone else, so he had to go with the small closet on the first floor, where Dustin will almost definitely look first. But Steve didn’t really care, so he went there.

Just as the timer went of, he got in and closed the door. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

And before him, Eddie was staring, not very happily, at him.

“What are you doing here, Harrington, get out.“ He tried to push him out, but Steve was stronger than him, and he wasn’t pushing all that hard anyway.

“Sorry Eds, he’s already looking. Do you really want me to die?“ He shot Eddie comically sad look.

Eddie was just standing there and staring at him, until he sighed and hung his head in defeat.

“Okay, I guess you can stay. Turn the lights on though, it’s too dark in here.“

Steve did as Eddie said, and in that moment, it fell on him just how close they were really standing to each other. So much, that if he walked just a step closer to Eddie, they would be touching by their chests.

When he realised that, the room suddenly became three times warmer, and his already appearing blush three times darker.

They were standing there, almost pressed to each other for around two minutes.

The two minutes, Steve dedicated to studying Eddies face. While Eddie was staring at the very interesting white ceiling.

In the two minutes, Steve noticed details about Eddies face, that he had never noticed before.

Like the fact, that his eyes weren’t that dark as he thought at first. They were dark, of course, but in the bright light of the room, they seemed almost like chocolate, dark brown with a slight bit of sweetnes to them.

His nose was a bit crooked, maybe from some accident from when he was little. Maybe, little Eddie was riding a bike, fell and broke his nose. He smiled at that thought. There were so many things he didn’t know about Eddie yet, and he wanted to know every single one of them.

And the last thing, the one that most surprised him, was that he had freckles. Light ones, but there were so many of them. He didn’t know how he couldn’t notice them before.

“I never noticed you have freckles.“ He whispered, so Dustin couldn’t hear them, while looking for them.

Eddie moved his eyes from the ceiling to Steve. He just gave Steve a weird look, but said nothing, while continuing to look into Steves eyes.

Just as Steve was beginning to think that he said something wrong, Eddie started to talk.

“Yeah that’s probably for the best, they’re not my most flattering feature.“ He laughed, but there was something sad in it.

Steve was thinking for a bit about what he was going to say next. If what he wanted to say was too much forward. But he decided to say it anyway.

“I think they’re cute“

What followed after he said that, was one of the most awkward and quiet moments he had to live through. He knew it was too much, that Eddie was straight and this was going to weird him out. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut.

He started to spiral, thinking about everything that could possibly happen now.

Eddie pulled him out of his thoughts by poking his arm, while looking at him expectantly. Steve realised he must’ve said something, but Steve didn’t hear him over his overthinking. Eddie catched on and repeated it.

“Can I kiss you?“

When he said that, Steves mind went blank, and the only thing he could do was nod.

Eddie started to get closer to him, Steve could already feel his breath on his lips. They were so close to kissing. But then the door opened, and Dustin appeared behind it.

“Yes! First ones!“ He said excitedly and ran away to find the other ones still hiding.

And just by that, he made poor Steve and Eddie pine after each other for another two months.

[mixsethaddams]

@steddiemicrofic prompt ‘Cake’, 311 words

Rated G, pre-relationship fluff, no warnings.

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“You need to tell me your favourite flavour,”

Eddie’s head whipped around.

“Wha-?” he asked. “Mine?”

“Yeah,” said Steve, his hands in a sink of soapy water. “Your birthdays up next, right? I need to know what you like,”

Eddie stared at the side of Steve’s head, clutching the dishtowel he was using to dry the clean plates.

They were clearing up after a Party-only (and corroded coffin) get together for Dustin’s birthday.

Steve baked the most amazing strawberry cheesecake, and even made a special dairy-free cupcake for Gareth.

“Gonna bake a cake for me, Harrington?” snorted Eddie.

“Yes,” replied Steve easily. “I do it for everyone’s birthday,”

Eddie focused on the mug in his hands. No one ever baked him a cake before.

When Eddie was a kid, birthday cakes were store bought. They were perfect, don’t get Eddie wrong, but he was always curious about the homemade kind. If Wayne could have, he would have, but Eddie also knew his uncle was working every hour god sent to keep them fed and warm, so he never asked.

Steve was watching him closely, leaning sideways against the sink with a bubble-covered hand on his hip.

“You don’t need to do that,” mumbled Eddie, willing the blush he felt across his ears to go down. “Why would you even want to?”

“Because I care about you,” said Steve quickly, before a flush of red lit up his own ears. He cleared his throat and started washing dishes again. “So just tell me what flavour you like,”

Eddie bit his lip. They were both staring straight down at their own hands, the air thick with a tension matched only by middle school dances.

“I like…” Eddie said meekly. “Lemon. I like lemon, please,”

In his peripheral vision, Eddie saw Steve smile.

“That’s my favourite too,” whispered Steve, nudging Eddie with his elbow.

[paperbackribs]

He was going to ask for a glass of milk

"I've got to have something," Eddie mutters, "I still have Steve in my mouth."

"You're a pig, don't you dare even say it--" Robin groans at Steve as he perks up next to her. She falls back with a dramatic eye roll against the couch while somehow conveying a sense of comraderie to her hive-mind twin, faintly gesturing for him to continue onwards with an indulgent hand movement.

"You mean...?" Steve asks meaningfully, voice earnestly hopeful even while sweet hazel eyes deepen over a dirty smirk.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow over the second lot of homemade cookies halfway to his mouth, clueless until he suddenly, horrifyingly understands how the dynamic duo had interpreted his words.

"You mean..." Eddie echoes incredulously, waiting for the two of them to jump up, do jazz hands and cry out: 'surprise you homo, Steve Harrington is not into you.'

Instead.

Oh my god, Eddie thinks, as they turn and nod at each other, heart beating harder as Steve's face firms in a familiar determined expression, as if Eddie's a goal to be stolen away from the home team.

Swiftly, and in an almost professional manner that has Robin clapping Steve between his shoulders, she swiftly exits their apartment. The slap of the door slamming behind her echoes through the place and Steve steps forward, eyes mischievous in a way that has Eddie's knees near buckling.

"Want to have a real reason to wash out your mouth?"

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up Spring challenge.

Holding Out For Spring

Prompt: Spring | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Alcohol Abuse | Tags: Eddie POV, Corroded Coffin, Future Fic, Struggling, Chronic Pain, Post Break-Up, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Gatorade: Not a Sponsor

Eddie scratches his pen against the page, scribbling forth and scratching away the words that are spilling out onto the loose papers shuffled all around the desk. He reaches for the bottle sitting on the edge of the desk, and takes another long pull.

It was supposed to be a sober month, and he only made it eight days. That's two more than last month, he supposes. 

Writing drunk never gets him anywhere, not really, but he's doing it anyway. Because he feels too much right now. 

The door to the hotel room opens and closes, and Eddie ignores it. He doesn't want the lecture, not from any of them. He's heard it all before, and it doesn't bear repeating.

It's Gareth, and he's quiet as he gathers up the discarded empties, dropping them into the small trash can across the hotel room. Then, he's putting his hand on Eddie's, covering his fingers as they grip the pen, stilling his wrist. Stopping the flow of words.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Gareth tells him, and it's too soft. Too gentle, and Eddie fucking hates it. Hates him. Hates this godforsaken band. 

Hates the never-ending winter he's suffering through. Freezing him to the bone while he moves through the world.

Gareth can't fix that, nobody can, and there's nothing the three of them can scheme up to change this. No amount of babysitting, no amount of coddling, and no amount of treating him like he's fragile. 

He's not fragile. He's broken. There's a difference.

And Eddie wants to fight back, wants to snarl and bite, but he doesn't. He lets go of the pen, and watches as it rolls off the desk and onto the carpet. 

Gareth pulls him up off the chair, and leads him towards the bathroom, getting the water turned on and to the right temperature. Eddie just leans there watching it all happen, numb. 

"Can you stand?" Gareth asks, and Eddie nods.

It's too cold, this winter that's lingering. Steve left, and that saddled him with six more weeks of winter. Only, it's been six months now.

And he's still holding out for spring.

If spring would just come, then maybe he'd be able to breathe again, even if that feels impossible these days, without Steve. 

He gets in the shower, and sticks his head under the spray, trying to sober up. Scrubs at his sides, fingers digging into the scars there. The ones that have faded, but will never disappear. He's in constant pain. The nerve damage, the muscle loss. You can't get gnawed on by bats and just bounce back, at least Eddie couldn't.

Steve did.

But Steve's always been stronger than him.

He's not gonna be fixed, not ever, but they have a show tonight, and if they cancel any more gigs, shit's really gonna hit the fan. He's a goddamn mess, has been since Steve…took a break. 

It's just a break, not a break-up, Eddie tells himself. Over and over, because he won't survive, if this is permanent. Even as the days have turned into weeks, into months.  

He can hear the rest of the band arguing outside the door, Jeff and Goodie now involved. Throwing ideas around. The same old, same old. 

Rehab, again. Canceling the tour, again. Calling Wayne, again.

The last resort, calling Steve.

They can't do any of those things. Won't. None of them will help, will fix him. This is just the way he is, and they have to work around it.  

So, they'll get him sobered up for the night, for the week, and pretend he'll be better this time. He won't be. He never is. The pain will come back, and he'll turn back to the bottle. 

It's genetic. The Munson way. He's cursed, and there's no point in fighting it. 

When Eddie gets out of the shower, Gareth has his scribbled lyrics in hand, waving them around as he talks. Like Eddie isn't even here, listening. Eddie sees the bottle of yellow Gatorade on the desk, that one of them must have gotten from the vending machine, like it'd be enough to sober him up, and Eddie bats it away, sending it skittering across the carpet and into the wall, leaving a dent near the baseboard that they'll have to pay for. That's nothing new. But it shuts them up, just for a second, before Goodie picks the bottle up off the ground and hurls it back at Eddie. Eddie ducks instead of catching it, and it slams against the mirror, glass against glass, all of it shattering to the carpet below.

Eddie lunges towards Goodie, while Gareth and Jeff struggle to hold them both back, and the shouting starts, all over again.

Eddie comes off the stage, and a bottle of Gatorade is pressed into his fist, and he downs it. Ignoring that it's the wrong color. He prefers yellow, and Steve knows that. So does the band. But this stranger, this roadie, doesn't. So, it's red. 

It's fine, but it isn't right. 

Eddie still claps the kid on the shoulder in thanks, and walks away. 

Opening the door to his dressing room, there's a bottle of yellow Gatorade waiting on the coffee table, and Steve waiting on the couch. 

Eddie can't be mad they called him, can't do anything other than crumple in on himself at the sight of him. Steve shouldn't be here, shouldn't be trying to save Eddie from himself, yet again. It hasn't worked before, and it probably won't work now, either.

But Eddie wants it to work. Wants to be good enough for Steve.

"Why?" Eddie asks, and Steve stands. Crosses the room, takes Sweetheart off of Eddie's back, sitting her down gently. Then he pulls Eddie to his chest, those large, warm hands sliding up and down Eddie's back. Soothing him, warming him. 

"You know why," Steve says.

Eddie held out for spring, and he's here now. 

His sunshine, in a yellow sweater.

The start of the thaw.

Inspired by the song Spring by Ed Sheeran.

I said I'd do a sober month, I failed, but tried, and wrote this drunk, Oh, what a state we're in, I'll keep holdin' out for spring Spring, Ed Sheeran

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[helpimstuckposting]

Part one | part two | part three

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Steve glanced at the door to the bar once again, as he and Robin watched their coworkers set up the karaoke equipment. They never worked on Thursdays, so they had the whole night to goof off and have fun. Or, they usually had fun when Steve wasn’t constantly looking at the door every four seconds.

“It’s literally 7PM, Dorkus, you haven’t been stood up yet,” Robin said, complete exasperation dancing in her eyes as they rolled to the ceiling and back to Steve’s sad face.

“What do you mean ‘stood up’? I’m not being stood up, it’s not a date, I was just advertising the bar’s events!” Steve had been trying to convince her (and himself) all day that it wasn’t a big deal, that Steve didn’t even expect Eddie to show up, that he totally wasn’t completely freaking out about the prospect of being in the same room again with The Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin. Besides, even if he did genuinely want to come, the band was probably setting everything up for their show tomorrow or rehearsing or something. They had much better things to do than go to a random bar for karaoke on a Thursday night.

Steve was fine, obviously.

“Obviously,” Robin muttered, their one braincell sharing their thoughts as always. “Whatever, I’m getting corn chips,” she said, standing up to abandon Steve for the convenience store across the street. Karaoke didn’t even start until 9pm, so Steve wasn’t sure why he was freaking out so much. Sure, Eddie Munson was famous. Sure, he was flirting a bit last night. And sure, he was the most beautiful man Steve had ever seen in person, but that was all. No big deal.

If Eddie didn’t show, Robin and Steve would still dominate karaoke night, the on-shift bartenders would still roll eyes at their antics, someone would go too hard and make a mess of the bathroom, and Robin and Steve would duck out before anyone could ask if they’d help with the clean-up. Just like every Thursday. Just like normal.

If Eddie did show… well. Steve could panic about that later, if it even happened at all.

Robin strolled back into the bar a few minutes later, some off-brand Fritos in her hands, along with a snack for Steve (like always). They helped set up the mics and speakers (like always), and connect the TVs to a laptop at the back (like always), and put their names at the top of the list for when the night finally starts (like always).

Steve took a few deep breaths, willing the tension in his chest to finally unwind the rest of the way. The routine helped, convinced him that everything was as it always was, and he had no reason to panic. He and Robin took the stage, doing one round of songs to test the mics and equipment before they would hand it off to their coworkers to man the list of participants. The cool metal of the mic stand under his fingertips and the echo of Robin’s voice next to him snapped the last string constricting his lungs, and he smiled into the rest of the lyrics.

His fingers itched to play his guitar, to take a step back and let the notes wash over him, let the muscle memory take control and just check out for a little. He loved that Robin was main vocals, that she took the stage and just let go of all her inhibitions and he wasn’t expected to be king of the stage. However, on Thursday nights, they were a vocal pair, trading off and harmonizing and dancing around, letting the laughter and cheers of the crowd dictate their energy. He never expected to love performing this much, felt like his whole life had been a performance and he never wanted to do that again, but this was performance on his terms, doing what he loved, with the person he loved most in the world.

Until of course Eddie Munson walked through the doors and Steve completely stuttered over the next line, catching Robin’s smirk out of the corner of his eye. She mouthed ‘Told you so’ during a lyric break, and Steve shook his head to try and dislodge the fog, taking the few beats of rest he had to will the lyrics back onto his tongue.

Miraculously, he finished the song without further issue, and almost tripped himself off stage when he heard Munson scream encouragement at the back of the crowd. He had a rockstar cheering for him. A literal rockstar.

“You’re drooling,” Robin whispered to him as she passed, voice smug in a way that would make him violent if it wasn’t coming from her. She turned, walking backwards through the tables to keep eye contact with Steve. “He’s just a customer and you’re drooling.”

“I am not drooling, Buckley, I know where you sleep.”

“Oh like that’s a threat. We live together, Dingus.” She rolled her eyes and slipped up to the bar, knocking on the wood and throwing up two fingers toward the bartender on duty. She nodded toward them and started making their orders without any further information needed.

“I feel like a king when I do that,” Robin laughed, throwing an arm around Steves shoulders and squeezing tightly.

“We live together, so the threat is real, Robs. I could shave your head any time I wanted.” Steve brought his arm up around Robin’s waist, and the pair leaned against the bar to wait for their drinks.

“Not working tonight?” A voice asked behind them. Steve’s whole body tensed, Robin squeezing his shoulder tighter whether in encouragement or laughter, Steve wasn’t quite sure.

“Nah, karaoke nights are for the boys!” Robin replied, her body half turned toward the voice.

“Killer set, as always.” Their drinks were set down in front of them, and Eddie turned to order his own. He shifted back to Robin, leaning half against the bar next to them, and Steve swallowed his nerves to speak, pulling out his bitchy high school shield from the depths of his soul.

“As always? You heard us twice.”

Eddie smirked and flopped his head to the side, getting a better look at Steve around Robin’s shoulder.

“You telling me these past two nights were a fluke, big boy?”

Robin choked on her drink, which was the only thing that saved Steve from dying right on the spot. “I’m out,” she said, wiping her chin before patting Steve on the shoulder, “release your inhibitions, big boy.” Steve could hear her cackling into the crowd as Eddie slid in next to him.

“You make it look fun up there,” Eddie said, nodding toward the stage. The bartender set three drinks in front of him and he handed her his card, gesturing toward the two men he came with to come grab them. Steve didn’t really know his band mates’ names, Dustin only really talked about Eddie, but he recognized them from the posters and music videos.

“Right, like you don’t have fun on stage,” Steve scoffed, a switch in his brain flipping when he saw the absolute sparkle in Eddie’s eyes. It was too late to take the statement back, and judging from the look the rockstar next to him had, he wasn’t going to just drop it.

“So you do know who I am, princess. Thought for a second there you didn’t recognize me.” One of his band mates scoffed as he reached between them to grab two of the drinks. Eddie elbowed him hard and quickly shoved him out of the way, putting on his dimpled little smile again once the space was clear. He flicked a few nervous side eyes in the direction of the man who was now walking away, and Steve followed his eyes to see Robin laughing at the table with the third member of Corroded Coffin.

Something about Eddie’s fumble with his friend made the nerves drain from Steve completely. The power imbalance had shifted in his eyes, it felt like any other time he flirted with someone at the bar. He liked knowing Eddie wasn’t some infallible charmer. The nervous giggle was cute, too.

It had Steve leaning back against the bar, tension in his shoulders diminished like he was right back to chatting up a girl in the school hallway, letterman jacket perched on his shoulders. For how much he hated who he was back then, it was easy to slip into that character sometimes. It felt like a protective wall that hid him from his own anxieties.

“A kid I used to babysit was obsessed with you. Still is, actually. I’m kind of dying to see his reaction when I tell him I’ve met you,” Steve chuckled, seeing that firefly twinkle back in Eddie’s eyes. Maybe putting on the rockstar persona did the same for Eddie’s anxieties as Steve’s personas did. Maybe they weren’t so different.

“A kid? I’m a bit concerned, we’re not exactly kid-friendly.”

“Nah, Dustin’s in college now. I’ll never stop calling him a kid, though, he could be forty for all I care.”

Eddie laughed, those dimples just blinding. He gestured to a high top table for two and walked Steve over to it.

“What about your friends?” Steve asked.

“Oh they can drown in their own laughter, I don’t need to hear it just yet.” Steve looked back over to their table, Robin was now making faces directly at him while the two other members of Corroded Coffin laughed with her. He was so going to shave her head.

“Yeah I get what you mean.”

Eddie chuckled and took a sip from his drink, “So, your friend have tickets to the show this weekend?” he asked, thankfully bringing the subject back to Dustin and away from the sure fire humiliation that Robin was gearing his way.

“Oh, no. He couldn’t afford it, he’s been whining about it all month,” Steve said, vividly remembering just last weekend when Dustin yelled about the unfairness of society into his pillow for the twelfth time. If he could have paid for the ticket himself, he would have, but he’d told his parents countless times that he wanted to pave his own way and asking them for concert ticket money was absolutely out of the question.

Eddie hummed into his drink, raising his eyebrows. “I think I can do something about that.”

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Chapter 11

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Eddie had never had a morning after.

How could he, when he’d never experienced a night before? 

Until now, anyway. 

And while they hadn’t gone all the way, so to speak, it was still the most sex Eddie had ever had, because it was the only sex he’d ever had. So he figured it counted.

It might have been his first, but he didn’t think anything would ever top this morning after. Whether last night was a one time thing or the start of something more, he’d always remember the day he woke up in Steve Harrington’s arms.

They must have shifted positions in the night. Eddie now found himself playing the little spoon with Steve’s strong arms wrapped around his waist. Though his body itched to move, to yawn, to stretch, he held himself still, basking in the heat of Steve's chest pressed up against his back, not ready to give up the moment quite yet. 

With the press of a soft kiss to his bare shoulder Eddie discovered that Steve was awake too and that perhaps he hadn’t been doing as well a job pretending to be asleep as he thought. He smiled to himself as Steve’s lips continued to make trail upwards. He tilted his head back, exposing his neck in invitation which Steve gladly accepted. 

“Good Morning.” Steve whispered in his ear.

Eddie turned in the other boy’s hold. Suddenly he couldn’t go another minute without seeing Steve's face. He looked ethereal in the soft morning light that filtered in through the thin curtains that covered Eddie's window. His hair was sleep tousled and his face still had the impression of sheet lines in it but Eddie was absolutely sure he’d never seen someone so beautiful in his life. 

He settled back down on his pillow, happy now to be facing Steve. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Okay?” Steve said incredulously. He leaned in to capture Eddie’s lips once with his own, before moving on to pepper what felt like every square inch of his face with dozens of little tickling kisses. “I think that might have been the best night’s sleep I've ever had.”

Eddie giggled, high and unguarded before promptly hiding his face in the other boy's neck. Steve was being entirely too cute and his heart was full in a way he’d never felt before. 

Steve’s arms tightened around him, pulling the front of their bodies dangerously close together. They were both growing hard, there was no hiding it since neither of them had bothered to get dressed again after making a mess of themselves last night. Eddie groaned, unable to stop from bucking his hips forward, pressing himself into Steve's thigh chasing a bit of friction. Steve moved against him as well, a soft moan falling from his own lips. Just then, a door slammed loudly somewhere else in the house reminding both boys that they were not alone in the trailer. And not only was it morning, but uncle Wayne and the girls were definitely awake and only a room away.

Eddie groaned again but for a very different reason this time. Steve chuckled and they reluctantly moved away from each other in unison. 

Steve sat up on the edge of the bed, most of his lower half mercifully still concealed beneath the covers. “We should probably get dressed before anyone comes bursting in here huh?” He said, looking back at Eddie over his shoulder. 

“Unfortunately.” Eddie agreed through a deep sigh. He waited until Steve was busy rooting through the bag they’d brought back from his old house before getting up to cross the room. He quickly pulled a clean pair of boxers on and then the first jeans he could find. It didn’t matter that they’d laid together naked all night, somehow the idea of walking around in the daylight exposed made him a little self conscious. 

He felt better being at least mostly covered up, and went to the closet to pick out a shirt. He glanced at Steve and found that he was still rooting through the bag even though he was fully dressed now in his own jeans and a soft looking worn yellow sweater. 

“We can always go back. If there’s something you wanted that I missed or anything.” Eddie remarked, trying to sound casual about it as he shoved an old black sabbath t-shirt over his head. 

“No, it’s fine. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to want your own things, Steve. What were you looking for?”

Steve sighed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “My letterman jacket.”

Eddie bit his lip and quickly turned back to the closet, as much to hide his face as to retrieve what he was hiding in there under a box of junk.  

“See? I know it’s silly and I don't even...” Steve trailed off as Eddie stepped back from the closet and held the green and white jacket out to him.

He looked at the floor as he spoke, too embarrassed to meet Steve’s gaze. “I don’t even know why I took it, honestly. It was hanging there on the back of a chair in your room and I just, I don’t know. I couldn’t leave it there.”

Steve didn’t take the jacket, instead he tucked a finger under Eddie's chin, tilting his head up until their eyes met. 

“Hey, I’m glad you took it.” 

Eddie swallowed hard, nodding a little as Steve did finally take the jacket out of his hand. He instantly went searching in the pockets. It wasn’t until then that Eddie realized what he was looking for. Steve didn’t really care about the jacket, he just wanted what was in it. 

“Oh.” Eddie breathed, reaching for his wallet on the nightstand .He quickly retrieved the polaroid that he’d been carrying around with him and handed it over. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

“Yeah.” Steve said, smiling broadly. “Thank you. It’s… it’s the only picture I have of us together. It means a lot to me” He looked at the image for a long moment then handed it right back. “Actually, could you hold onto it for a little longer? Keep it safe for me?”

Eddie nodded again, a little dumbfounded and at a loss for words as he tucked it back into his wallet. 

Steve cleared his throat. “I, um, I’d like you to keep this too. If you want to.” He said, nervously offering the jacket back to him as well.

Eddie stilled, and couldn’t bring himself to look at the clothing item in question. His throat was suddenly dry, palms sweaty. It couldn’t mean…

“Are you asking me to go steady, Harrington?” Eddie joked, or tried to at least. He expected Steve to joke back or something but instead he looked Eddie right in the eyes, expression serious. 

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Eddie said, voice barely audible at first. “Are you sure you want that? I mean… knowing what you do about me?”

“What? That you're brave, and sweet, and kind, and thoughtful, and… ”

“Steve.” Eddie grumbled. 

Steve knew damn well what he meant. Eddie was a mystery to everyone, including himself. He didn’t know where he came from or who his parents were. He had powers that he didn't understand, he might even be dangerous. He was kind of a mess. 

“I think I can overlook all that and see past it to your good qualities.”

Eddie couldn’t help but break out into a smile. “Such as?”

“Well, you’re pretty okay to look at.”

“Just okay?”

“Mhmm” Steve hummed, setting the jacket down on the bed before taking Eddie into his arms. They kissed, one, two, three times before Steve pulled back, suddenly looking nervous again.

“So, what do you think?”

Eddie marveled at how Steve could possibly think he would say anything other than a resounding yes. “I think you’ve made a big mistake here because you’re never getting rid of me now.”

“Sounds perfect.” Steve smiled and his whole face lit up with it like he’d just been given the greatest gift, as if he were the lucky one.

Eddie knew better. 

He huffed a laugh and shook his head at himself. “First boyfriend and I manage to bag Steve Harrington. Maybe there is something to all those Satan worshiping rumors.”

“Eddie.” 

“How else do you explain it?” Eddie teased.

Steve rolled his eyes, then paused, face screwed up in thought.

“Am I really the first person you’ve dated?”

Eddie shuffled his feet and fought to retain eye contact. “You're sorta my first… everything, Steve.” He knew he could have just not said anything and he probably would have gotten away with it, but he didn’t want to start their relationship with any sort of lies between them, even if it was a little embarrassing to admit.

He squirmed, watching as realization dawned on Steve’s face. “So yesterday, the kissing, and then last night… that was?”

“Yup.”

Steve slid his hands up and down Eddie’s arms eventually taking both of his hands and twining their fingers together. “Eds, why didn’t you say anything? I would have…”

The blush Eddie had been fighting off up till now rose up his face and neck. He rested his head on Steve's shoulder trying to hide it. “It's not really something you want to just blurt out in the moment. Besides, I wanted it. I wanted to take care of you.”

“Alright,” Steve murmured, kissing his hair.  “But next time–”

He was interrupted by the not nearly distant enough sound of a cabinet slamming and cups and plates being set out in the kitchen.

“If we ever get another moment alone–” Steve tried to continue, but as if the universe was intent on reminding them that their time for now was up, there came a rough knock on the bedroom door.

“Breakfast, boys.” Wayne called out.

-

“I think these are my favorite waffles so far.” El said around a mouthful of Eggo, butter, and syrup.

“So far?” Wayne asked, amused.

“She’s a bit of an aficionado.” Steve answered, grinning. “All that effort making them from scratch and I could have been buying frozen?”

Eleven giggled, nodding enthusiastically before turning her attention back to Max. The girls seemed to have become best friends overnight. It warmed Eddie’s heart to see, Steve must have noticed it too if the fond smiles he was sending their way were any indication. 

“So, what’s a guy gotta do to earn the homemade waffles, Harrington?” Eddie asked softly, lightly bumping his shoulder against the other boy’s.

Steve took his hand under the table and squeezed it. “I think we could work something out.” He said equally quiet.

Clearly the comment was meant for only his ears, and while the two girls were suitably distracted with each other (Max was explaining the basics of skateboarding to an enraptured Eleven), Wayne was peeking at them out of the corner of his eye.

Eddie wanted to kiss Steve right then and there at the table but he held back. Wayne might already be on to them and unless they cooled it Max and El wouldn’t be far behind. He squeezed back with the hand Steve was holding and reluctantly let it drop. 

When everyone was finished Wayne gathered their plates and set about washing them, refusing Steve’s offer of help. Eddie didn’t know who the old man was trying to impress, knowing full well that if it was just the two of them they’d have let the sticky plates sit in that sink all day. 

The phone rang, loud and shrill. Eddie jumped up automatically to answer it so his uncle wouldn't have to trail soapy water all over the place.

“Hello?”

“Hey, kid.”

It was Hopper, and he sounded absolutely exhausted. Memories of last night came barreling to the forefront of Eddie’s mind. In his happy haze he’d almost forgotten about the lab and the fire, but before he could say anything the chief was talking again.

“Listen, tell Wayne I'm sorry but I won't be able to make our fishing trip this weekend.”

What the fuck? 

“What do you mean, what about the– “

Hopper cut him off, loudly interrupting before he could ask any questions. “Just tell your Uncle exactly what I said, okay? I gotta go.” He hung up without another word.

Eddie stared down at the receiver still sitting in his hand and had a terrible feeling he was missing something. 

“That the school calling to tell me you didn’t show up again today?” Wayne asked from across the room.

“No, it was Hopper.” He replied. “Since when do you fish?”

“Ah, shit.” Wayne cursed, dropping the dish he was holding rather forcefully into the soapy water and quickly drying his hands. “Ed, what did he say exactly?”

Eddie repeated what Hopper had said word for word. Wayne visibly paled. 

“Okay kids. You got 5 minutes. Pack what you can.”

“What?” Eddie squawked.

“Have you ever seen me go fishing? It's a code that me and Jim worked out a long time ago.” Wayne said.

Ok, well that made more sense Eddie supposed. “What does it mean?”

The older man sighed, raking a hand over his face. “In a nutshell it means we need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible… and we might not be coming back.”

“Fuck.”

It hit Eddie all over again, everything the man standing in front of him had done and continued to do to keep him safe. Wayne had known since day one that something like this might happen, and he’d been prepared to cut and run at a moment's notice with no questions asked and no concern for the fact that he’d be ruining his own future.

Steve tugged Eddie’s arm, spurring him into action. Right, no time to dwell on it now, he could be sappy later. 

They rushed to his room. 

“I got the girls covered, '' Wayne called to their backs. “Meet out front, quick as you can!”

Steve's bag was still packed and sitting open on the floor. He zipped it up and threw it over his shoulder then began to help Eddie with his own. He had an old army surplus bag stuffed under his bed. He pulled it out and they began to fill it with clothes until it seemed like enough. 

Eddie scanned around the room wondering what was worth it to take. He wasn’t even remotely prepared for this scenario. He spotted Steve’s letterman jacket still sitting on the bed and added it to the bag, along with his battered old copy of The Hobbit. He snatched photos right off the walls, a few of him and Wayne, Claudia and Dustin, the boys.

Lastly, he looked up to where his sweetheart hung on the wall in front of the mirror. He hated to leave his beloved electric guitar behind, but it seemed silly to take it when he had no idea where they were going or exactly what kind of trouble they were running from.

Steve watched him, sad eyes full of sympathy as he rested a hand on Eddie’s back. “What about that one?” He suggested, tilting his head towards the old acoustic guitar that sat collecting dust in the corner of the room. “It’s light and you can play it without an amp.”

He had a point but Eddie still felt like it wasn’t important enough. Wayne was already shouting at them to hurry. He hesitated, and Steve made the decision for him, slinging the guitar over his own back with the shoulder strap and linking their free hands together. 

Eddie took one last look around the room as they walked out, years of memories etched into the walls. He hoped that somehow Wayne was wrong and they would be able to come back here eventually, but he wouldn’t hold his breath. 

The trailer park was calm and quiet as they loaded what little everyone had collected into Wayne’s truck and Eddie’s van. Neither of the young girls had any belongings and Wayne himself only had a few small boxes and bags.

“Max, Ellie, you want to ride with me or with the boys?”

El turned to her brother before answering. “Is it okay if I go with Mr. Wayne?”

“Of course, sweetie. You two keep him company, I've got this one.” Steve said, winking at her and hooking a thumb in Eddie’s direction. 

El grinned and she and Max climbed into the passenger side of the truck. 

Wayne walked over as he threw the last bag in the bed of his truck. 

“Now, you boys follow me closely. Where we’re going ain't all that far but it’s in the middle of nowhere.”

-

They rode in silence. 

Both too scared of what this all meant to manage any kind of conversation but they kept each other’s hands in a desperate grip over the center console. It only got worse when Wayne pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt one, barely distinguishable from the unbeaten path around it. The way was bumpy and they had to go slow until eventually the trees grew too thick and they had to stop altogether. 

There was a small cabin sitting in a clearing not far off, Eddie figured they’d just walk the last few feet.

“Hopper’s cabin?” Eddie guessed out loud once they had all gotten out of the vehicles, though he already knew he was right.

His uncle didn’t question it, just nodded in agreement. “It’s been in his family for years. When you came along, Jim was the first to realize we needed an escape plan if there was ever a risk you’d been discovered. He wiped all record of this place from city hall and what-not as best as he could, and we stocked it up with supplies. I hoped it’d never be needed but I'm sure glad we have it now.”

The cabin was neat, clean, and a lot nicer than the one Eddie had imagined, though it wasn’t any bigger unfortunately. It would be a bit of a tight squeeze for the 5 of them, but not much worse than home had been really so he knew they would make it work.

Predictably, Wayne insisted that the rest of them should take the only two bedrooms.

Max and El set off right away to explore their new and hopefully temporary home.

Eddie knew it was pointless to argue with the older man but he felt like he’d cost his uncle so much already. It didn’t seem right letting him give up one of the only beds too. 

“Wayne, I think… “ He looked at Steve before continuing, hoping the other boy would be okay with what he was about to offer. He must have understood and nodded encouragingly. “You should take the other room. At your age you should really be sleeping in a bed and me and Steve will be alright out here.”

“I know you didn’t just say at my age.” His uncle said, arms crossing over his chest.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean, you should have a bed!”

Wayne looked at them in turn and sighed. “Boys, look, there's two of you and only one of me, and I don’t want to assume anything…” He trailed off, raking a hand over his suddenly red face.  “I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I think it’d be best for everyone if you had a little privacy. I’d just like to point out that the walls here don’t look much thicker than the trailer’s, so, keep that in mind.”

Eddie felt all the blood drain from his face. “Oh my god.”

“I'm not sayin’ I heard anything! But–” Wayne tried to continue, throwing his hands up in surrender, but Eddie interrupted him mid sentence.

“Oh my god Wayne, please stop talking. We’ll take the room and whatever else you want if you just please, please stop talking.”

Eddie chanced a sideways look at Steve. He’d been purposely avoiding the other boy’s gaze for the entire exchange, but they hadn’t yet talked about how open they wanted to be about their new relationship, and he was desperate to see how Steve was taking all this. 

To Eddie’s shock he was watching the whole thing with barely concealed amusement. Clearly he was fine, at least with Wayne knowing about them. The whole thing was still completely mortifying, but he was relieved that Steve was taking it all in stride. Eddie was pretty sure he hadn’t come out to anyone yet really and he knew from personal experience how nerve wracking it could be to be seen, really seen, for the first time. 

Wayne huffed a laugh and wandered off in the direction of the kitchen. Eddie snatched up his own bag as well as Steve’s and began to haul them both towards the bedroom they’d be sharing. He expected Steve to follow him, thought he had actually, until he overheard hushed voices on the other side of the cabin. 

“Thank you for all this, for taking me and El in before and bringing us along now. I uh, I know how protective you are of Eddie and um, I just want you to know that this isn’t… I really care about him.”

“I can see that, son. Neither of you is very subtle, just uh, so you’re aware.” Wayne gave another breathy laugh. “I’m happy for the two of you and I want you to know I’ve got no problem with it. I've known about Eddie for a while and I love him just the same as I ever have. I support him. You too, Steve. He's got a good heart, and I'm glad he found someone who can see that and appreciate it.”

“Thank you.” Steve’s voice cracked on the short phrase and Eddie had to sneak a glance out the doorway to make sure he was okay. 

Wayne had his arms wrapped around Steve, whose shoulders were shaking slightly. The older man was rubbing his back and murmuring to him quietly. 

Eddie retreated back into the room and slowly began to unpack. He was so thankful for his uncle at that moment, for the sort of man he was, and the kindness he was showing Steve. He knew now what kind of people the Harrington's were. He wondered when Steve had last been hugged by a parental figure. It’d probably been a long time, well before he had disappeared and gotten locked up in that awful place. He had El, of course, and now he had Eddie too, but there was something different about having a trustworthy grownup in your corner. Someone who’d lived a bit. Who knew what life could throw at you and tried their best to keep you safe from it.

Eventually Steve came to find him and Eddie pretended not to notice the slight ring of red around his eyes. Steve smiled as he helped to put the last of their clothes into drawers. He seemed remarkably lighter, as if some long carried weight had been taken off his shoulders. 

-

After all the drama of going on the run, their afternoon at the cabin was remarkably boring. There was nothing much to do except worry about the others and wait for some kind of word from Hopper. Wayne seemed sure the man would show up at any time. There was a phone on the wall, Eddie had noticed, but when he checked the line he found only dead air. 

The girls had found a stack of old board games in a cupboard and were spending their time playing round after round of checkers.

Wayne busied himself in the kitchen, going over their supplies and throwing some kind of concoction together for dinner. 

Eddie and Steve sat together on the couch trying to enjoy each other's company while stuck in the hell of waiting for the next thing to go wrong. 

They all heard it when a car pulled up nearby, brakes squealing a little as it came to a stop. It occurred to Eddie as they all rushed outside that it might have been smarter to stay hidden until they knew if their visitor was friend or foe. But Wayne had been right in what he said earlier, they were out in the middle of fucking nowhere, the odds of someone just happening upon them there were slim to none.

Eddie never thought he’d see Hopper’s police SUV and feel such immense relief. He knew he probably owed the man an apology, several in fact. He’d always given the chief a hard time, he couldn’t help it. Hopper was ‘the man’, part of the system that Eddie had spent so much time and energy railing against, but he was coming to realize that under all his rough exterior the chief was actually a good guy, and way less concerned about the law than he could have been. 

The driver's side door of the SUV opened and slammed closed, the sound echoing twice after as the rear passenger doors opened and closed. He wasn’t alone. 

Chrissy and Robin raced through the trees, making it to the cabin before Hopper had made his way around the other side of his car. 

Steve and Eddie turned to each other. Matching looks of surprise on their faces. 

“Are you guys okay?” Robin asked when they got close enough to not have to shout.

Eddie went down the steps to meet the two girls, Steve following close behind.

“Yeah we’re all fine, what are you doing here?”

Chrissy threw herself at him abruptly, hugging him tight. “I’m so sorry it’s all my fault.”

Eddie tried to look at Robin over her shoulder, searching for any clue as to what the girl in his arms meant, but she was already busy talking a mile a minute to Steve. 

He pulled back so he could see Chrissy's face. “What do you mean, Chris?”

“This, you having to run away from home and hide here. I should have known better than to come to your house last night. I should have known he’d follow me.”

“Wait, I thought, the fire- “ Eddie began, looking up to lock eyes with Hopper as he finally caught up to the group. “I thought this had something to do with the lab?”

“We’ll get to that in a bit but that's not why I gave you the signal to run. Jason Carver has been running around town all morning telling anyone who will listen that he saw Steve Harrington with you last night. That you’re the one who kidnapped him and have been holding him captive ever since. He also said you brainwashed his girlfriend and took Billy Hargrove prisoner. He thinks the D&D club at school is a front for your devil worshiping cult, and unfortunately there's a lot of small minded people in this town that want to believe him.”

“Fuck.”

Chapter 12

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drenched 18+ 🖤🩰✨ Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

good old fashioned lover boy 🩰 | a mini fic to "need your loving tonight"

you're Gareth's....WHAT?!? 🩰⛓️✨ Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

smeared lipstick 18+ 🖤🩰✨ Eddie Munson x Waitress!FEM!reader

accidentally in love 🩰✨ Eddie Munson x Athlete!FEM!reader

smile idiot, I love you 🩰⛓️ Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

hey lover *NEW* 🩰 Oblivious!Eddie Munson x Popular!FEM!reader

hot flushed *coming soon*

build me up buttercup *coming soon*

only those who care about you, can hear you when you're quiet *coming soon*

they'll never can make me hate you *coming soon*

☠ HALLOWEEN ZONE ☠

I've never met a girl like you before *coming soon*

my girlfriend is a witch *coming soon*

eaten alive *coming soon*

✦ CHRISTMAS SPECIALS ✦

seasonal colds 🩰 Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

as long as you love me so, let it snow 🩰⛓️ Eddie Munson x Shy!FEM!reader

when the clock strikes 12 18+ 🖤🩰 Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

[str4ngergirlw0rld]

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝒀𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹

hi i am lovey, i am twenty one and i love love love ST. if you ever feel lonely don’t hesitate to message me , i love you guys sm !

stevie sweet sex harrington

stevie as a bf

stevie takes his time smutty blurb

steve handsy blurb - coming soon !!

protective stevie

steve vecna’d reader

needy r & steve

steve angst

life saver

one beer

eddies nicknames 4 u

messy eddie

you are eddies comfort

eddies words 2 u

eddie can’t keep his hands off of you

eddie as a bf

angsty eddie blurb - pt2

wayne and eddies chef

subby to dom eddie

needy eddie

NASTY eddie

accidental mean eddie

eddies nightmares

makeup madness

eddies soulmates

steve being all boy til hes w u and eddie

them being the best bfs

smutty thought

their love languages

riding them

sneaky plan

first outing as a throuple

jerkin their own w ur help

[uglypastels]

i love to think back on how we got the Steve we have now because Joe Keery was just so damn sweet that the writers decided to rewrite Steve's whole character arc. and how Joe Quinn put so much soul into his metalhead doofus that despite him having less than a full episode of airtime, we are still completely feral and head over heels in love with him a whole year later.

[friendsdontlieokay]

Them: What do you do for a living?

Me: I watch Stranger Things

[midsummer-semantics]

The Holiday Switch

Here we have the first two chapters of my holiday/Christmas fic! 🤍🎄🎄

Rating: Mature (for now 👀)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson & Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson & Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler & Barbara "Barb" Holland

Characters: Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Gareth (Stranger Things), Barbara "Barb" Holland, Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington's Father, Stranger Things Ensemble

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Androgynous Eddie Munson, Gender fluid Eddie Munson, Shorter Eddie Munson, Taller Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson uses all the pronouns, the pronouns will switch around and they’re all correct, Bakery Owner Eddie Munson, Company Heir Steve Harrington, Lawyer Nancy Wheeler, Arranged Marriage, Switching Places, Princess Switch meets Twelfth Night, Christmas, New Years Eve, Mild Homophobia, Dialogue Heavy, Tags to be updated when it’s finished, Rating subject to change if I decide to add smut, we know how I am

[steddiesupportpodcast]

🔎 Get your rulers and weighing scales out, Detective Erica is here! 🕵️‍♀️

Unwrap our episode 12 this Saturday, December 16! Our Holiday Special is coming. HO HO HO! 🎅

🎙️ Hosted by the wonderful Kaylee @sweetz059. With incredible guests Ash @steddiehands86, KK @knormalizeknitting, and Sage @miserablekingsteve. Modded by the very talented Kriss @kwills91!

[steddilly]

Eddie and Steve across time, and Steve's best friend Tommy who always has to be the one to push them together

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

[fandom]

TV Fictional Characters

The Pines & Friends supremacy continues.

Bill Cipher | Gravity Falls

Alastor | Hazbin Hotel

Anthony J. Crowley | Good Omens

Aziraphale | Good Omens

Stanley Pines | Gravity Falls

Stanford Pines | Gravity Falls

Lucifer Morningstar | Hazbin Hotel

Evan Buckley | 9-1-1

Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines | Gravity Falls

Dean Winchester | Supernatural

Edmundo Diaz | 9-1-1

Charlie Morningstar | Hazbin Hotel

Fiddleford McGucket | Gravity Falls

Lestat de Lioncourt | Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac | Interview with the Vampire

Castiel | Supernatural

Eddie Munson | Stranger Things

Armand | Interview with the Vampire

Steve Harrington | Stranger Things

Daniel Molloy | Interview with the Vampire

Will Graham | Hannibal

Colin Bridgerton | Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington | Bridgerton

Tommy Kinard | 9-1-1

Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal

Zuko | Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rhaenyra Targaryen | House of the Dragon

Edwin Payne | Dead Boy Detectives

Leonardo | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Alicent Hightower | House of the Dragon

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom

Charles Rowland | Dead Boy Detectives

Donatello | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Aemond Targaryen | House of the Dragon

Vox | Hazbin Hotel

Husk | Hazbin Hotel

Sam Winchester | Supernatural

Spock | Star Trek

Twilight Sparkle | My Little Pony

Rafe Cameron | Outer Banks

Katara | Avatar: The Last Airbender

Jax | The Digital Amazing Circus

The Fifteenth Doctor | Doctor Who

Aegon II Targaryen | House of the Dragon

Spencer Reid | Criminal Minds

Sokka | Avatar: The Last Airbender

Aang | Avatar: The Last Airbender

Fluttershy | My Little Pony

Michelangelo | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The Tenth Doctor | Doctor Who

Adam | Hazbin Hotel

Dr. Gregory House | House MD

James Wilson | House MD

Donna Noble | Doctor Who

Pinkie Pie | My Little Pony

The Fourteenth Doctor | Doctor Who

Raphael | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Mike Wheeler | Stranger Things

Rainbow Dash | My Little Pony

Will Byers | Stranger Things

Stede Bonnet | Our Flag Means Death

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir | Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Edward Teach | Our Flag Means Death

Megatron | Transformers

Joel Miller | The Last of Us

Rarity | My Little Pony

Marienette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug | Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Arthur Pendragon | Merlin

Agatha Harkness | the Marvel universe

Ellie Williams | The Last of Us

James T. Kirk | Star Trek

Optimus Prime | Transformers

Cooper Howard | Fallout

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock

Ruby Sunday | Doctor Who

Daemon Targaryen | House of the Dragon

Luz Noceda | The Owl House

Helaena Targaryen | House of the Dragon

Bobby Nash | 9-1-1

Anthony Bridgerton | Bridgerton

Claudia | Interview with the Vampire

Rose Tyler | Doctor Who

Loki Laufeyson | the Marvel universe

Sun Wukong | Lego Monkie Kid

Niko Sasaki | Dead Boy Detectives

Sally Jackson | the Percy Jackson universe

Jacaerys Velaryon | House of the Dragon

Rio Vidal | the Marvel universe

Nightcrawler | the Marvel universe

Simon Petrikov | Adventure Time

Rosie | Hazbin Hotel

Izzy Hands | Our Flag Means Death

Howard "Chimney" Han | 9-1-1

Ahsoka Tano | the Star Wars universe

Omega | the Star Wars universe

Mobius M. Mobius | the Marvel universe

Wallace Wells | the Scott Pilgrim franchise

Hunter | the Star Wars universe

Gambit | the Marvel universe

This is a returning list! Yay!

There are some great Gravity Falls Communities over here, in case you're interested 👀