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boyfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader
author’s note: oop, I was yearning again. but, does it ever end? this was in my vacation queue but I’m impatient
There’s something about the fall that you love. That makes your heart thrum with nostalgia, a memory you can’t put your finger on but can feel every time the season comes.
It’s the smell of the rain, the sporadic Indiana showers that come and go. Grey clouds swirling above the red and orange leaves of the maple trees. Rain tapping softly against the roof and sliding down the windows of the apartment that you share with your boyfriend.
Eddie Munson isn’t as fond of the fall.
It’s the expectation of celebration and the commercialization of it all. He’s not a fan of pumpkin spice or really any pumpkin treats. The only thing he likes is the scary movies. Maybe dressing up too.
But you’d have to convince him, and he’s not easily swayed.
Well, he is, at least by you.
Because there’s something about seeing you happy, excited, that makes him go along with it all.
He’ll hold your hand through the corn maze, sip on apple cider, and pick out tiny pumpkins at Merrill’s patch for each of you to carve while Halloween plays in the background.
He’ll pretend to compromise on making cookies, but only if they’re peanut butter, and you won’t argue because they’re his favorite.
Eddie will put on an old record while you bake. One from his mom’s vinyl collection that Uncle Wayne gave him. The static and hum of the old record player adding to the warmth of your home. A coziness amplified by the cinnamon apple candle that burns atop the mantle.
He’ll distract you, as he always does. His large hands wrapping around your waist, chin settling on your shoulder. And you’ll inhale deeply, happily. Savoring the smell of his cologne; bergamot and sage. A small hint of tobacco.
Slowly, he’ll start making your hips sway along with his before spinning you around to face him. One hand on the small of your back, your cheek pressed to his as he dances you around the small kitchen.
The fond memories of dancing with his mom as a kid will spring forward, and he’ll swallow down the lump that forms in his throat. The grief still there but not as strong because he’s dancing with you.
At the end of the night, he’ll hold you close as you lay on his chest. Drawing absent circles along your back while he reads his favorite series aloud. Just like you asked the first night he’d stayed over.
Every so often he’ll press a kiss to your forehead, to your cheek, to your lips and hum in satisfaction.
No, Eddie doesn’t like the fall but fuck, he loves you.
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STRANGER THINGS - PORN LINKS
VOL. 3 - [ MALE ~ !PART2 ]
NEW TAGLIST | REQUEST | WATTPAD
NEW TAGLIST, NEW WATTPAD PAGE BTW.
INCLUDES: Jim Hopper, Phil Callahan, Enzo - Dmitri Antonov , Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Argyle, Jonathan Byers, Gareth Emerson (MORE IF REQUESTED)
WARNING: these are links that contain porn, sexual activities.. so be aware.
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↣ JIM HOPPER
hopper just loves sliding between your thighs.
hopper likes seeing you work for his cum..
hopper love getting visits from you in his office.
after being in russia for a while hopper welcomes himself back into his sweet tight pussy,, and you enjoy it.
↣ PHIL CALLAHAN
your never too busy to give callahan some head.
callahan loves it when you bounce on him and take control.
callahan enjoys watching the tricks that you can do while having him inside.
↣ ENZO - DMITRO ANTONOV
you missed enzo so much, you creamed on him as soon as he was inside.
uh oh,, you took enzo's soul..
enzo has you against the shower wall & making out.
you two just need alone time to feel each other,
↣ EDDIE MUNSON
horse playing with eddie.
eddie likes to talk to you while shoving his fingers down your throat.
eddie has his way with you in the backseat of his van.
eddie's so big all you can do is cream again and again on him.
↣ BILLY HARGOVE
eddie and billy dick you down once?
having billy moaning and groaning while you teach him a lesson.
billy likes you going slow when you ride his dick.
billy moans loudly when he about to cum.
↣ STEVE HARRINGTON
steve fuvking you senseless before bed.
you can't get enough of steve so,, he has you bouncing on his dick in the shower.
your pussy is so wet for stevie
steve is such a needy-boy jerking off at work because he needs you.
↣ ARGYLE
argyle videos you on his dick so he can save it &watch later.
tit-fucking argyles thick cock.
argyle is very touchy when it comes to sex.
argyle knows how to get down in that pussy, and put it to work.
↣ JONATHAN BYERS
jonathan always records himself jerking his dick off whenever he missed you.
jonathan came to the halloween party just to fuck you, so you have to be quiet.
jonathan really likes your new school skirt, so why would have you jump on his dick with it on?
nobody's home so you and jonathan has the sofa to yourselves.
↣ GARETH EMERSON
gareth records you bouncing on him to flex to the cult.
gareth jerking off in the shower before you come over, after hearing your voice.
gareth likes being babied and pleased by you.
you &gareth famous morning special sex.
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road trip w/ eddie munson mood board for my one shot route to sin❤️
#yes this is what that poll was about#eddie munson#eddie munson moodboard#stranger things#joseph quinn#eddie the freak munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fem!reader#eddie munson fanfiction#my edits#mine
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⛧☾༺’Casual’༻☽⛧
The Masterlist
༺ His first tour, a record deal, and a ‘casual’ love affair with the girl he never should’ve let go. Eddie had everything he ever wanted. At least he thought, until you’re in the crowd of his show and he spots the wandering hands of the one person everyone knew was hopelessly in love with you, except for yourself- Steve Harrington.
༺ pairing: rockstar! eddie x alt! fem reader, steve harrington x alt! fem reader
༺ contains: love triangle, angst, jealousy, slow burn, ‘she fell first, he fell harder’ trope, fluff, comfort, implied friends to lovers, smut, smoking, drinking, idiots in love, asshole! eddie
ೃ༄ Chapter I: The Prologue | moodboard
ೃ༄ Chapter II: Call it what you want | moodboard
ೃ༄ Chapter III: Bite the hand that feeds | moodboard
ೃ༄ Chapter IV: All this time | moodboard
ೃ༄ Chapter V: Like nothing matters | coming soon!
‘causal’ the playlist
spotify
ೃ༄ track list:
casual / chappell roan
brooklyn baby / lana del ray
call it what you want / taylor swift
daylight / harry styles
eye of the night / conan gray
wild side / suki waterhouse
bite the hand / boygenius
for whom the bell rolls / metallica
summer 2019 / caroline culver
songs i can’t listen to / neon trees
making the bed / olivia rodrigo
all this time / louis tomlinson
ode to a conversation / del water gap
boyfriend / against me!
grand theft autumn / fall out boy
nothing matters / the last dinner party
we’ll never have sex / leith ross
still loving you / scorpions
nothing else matters / metallica
follow you / bring me the horizon
dress / taylor swift
perfect / one direction
smile like you mean it / the killers
when love and death embrace / him
supercut / lorde
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a teeny tiny modern!eddie blurb i had rattling around my noggin. loosely based on real events (my ex is a pos and modern!eddie is an angel lol), but made me giggle when i thought about it. kinda smutty but nothing graphic more-so just alluded to. enjoy <3
“Hey, pretty girl.” Eddie grinned, half-lidded hazy eyes lighting up when you walked through the door.
“Hi,” You mumbled, hip bumping the door to push it closed, shoulders heavy after the exhaustion of the day.
“Did you have a good day?” Eddie chirped, flicking his mic up on his headset, pulling it off his messy curls. “Sell lots?”
You snorted lightly, purse sliding off your shoulder onto the coffee table. “Oh, yeah. Dealt with ten year olds wanting foundation matches all day.”
“Ten?” Eddie frowned. “Can ten year olds even wear makeup?”
“Apparently they can. And they’re very particular.” You rolled your eyes, rubbing out the growing knot in your shoulder that was beginning to ache. “Did you empty the dishes?”
“Yep.” Eddie nodded. “Loaded them up for you too, baby. Got you another one of those candles you like. Your stash was runnin’ low.” He smiled proudly.
Your lips twitched, trying to fight back your own flustered grin. It did make your heart flutter, Eddie always did. “Thank you.” You muttered instead. “I’ve gotta get out of these clothes, and I’ll-” You started to lean over the couch, lips hovering over Eddie’s, his parting lightly to fit yours before you stopped. Halted by a familiar smell.
“What- What’s that smell?” You sniffed, turning in the air before your nose found the source. “Are you- Why do you smell like that?”
“Shit, is it bad?” Eddie tugged at his t-shirt, nose pressing towards the underarms of his shirt. “I took a shower today, but then I had to meet up with some people. I didn’t think it was bad-”
“-No, it’s not that.” You snapped, eyes narrowing down at him. “Why do you smell like Bum-Bum Cream?”
Eddie paused, blinking at you. “Bum-Bum?” He repeated, brows lifting. “Is this a joke? Like Up-Dog-”
“-Eddie,” You huffed. “Don’t fuck with me right now. What? Did you have another bitch here?” Your teeth gritted, gaze flickering in seething fury around the apartment for anything- any sign of infidelity.
“What?” Eddie gaped, turning to look at you. “No, c’mon, you know I wouldn’t do that-”
“-Then why do you smell like that?” You screeched, throwing an arm out at him.
“Smell like what?” Eddie countered, voice raising in defense.
“The most recognizable smell in the world? You couldn’t tell your bitch not to wear that-” You smacked the door to your shared bedroom open, halting in the doorway.
“I didn’t fuck anyone!” Eddie followed, throwing his hands up. “Why do you always start this shit? I’ve never-”
Your eyes narrowed, stomping towards the bedside table. There, on Eddie’s side, amongst the phone chargers and empty carts sat a box of tissues next to the familiar yellow tub of cream. Half screwed on, greasy on the lid- recently used.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” You huffed, snatching the jar, grimacing at the slick, greasy substance still left on the lid. Pivoting, you turned to Eddie, hoisting the jar towards him.
Eddie blinked. “What?”
“This is what I’m smelling.” You snapped. “This is Bum-Bum Cream. My Bum-Bum Cream.” You jabbed a manicured nail onto the logo.
“Oh,” Eddie quipped. “Yeah, I did use that.”
“Used it?” You growled. “You used my fucking expensive lotion to jack off?”
Eddie’s cheeks tinged with pink embarrassment, eyes wide and round like a child caught, still with some mischief that made your skin crawl with irritation. “Well,” He started.
“Well?” You gawked at him. “Eddie, this is- You can’t use this!” You unscrewed the lid, mouth falling open at the large scoop that was now missing from the middle. “Are you- Do you know how expensive this is?”
“No.” Eddie admitted, swallowing a smile. “I just thought it was lotion-”
“-You have lotion!” You snapped. “You have your Nivea or whatever-”
“-I ran out!”
“So you use this? My lotion? My expensive lotion?” You growl. “How- How does this not burn your dick off? It’s a fucking fragranced lotion.”
Eddie shrugged, lips curling in a shit eating grin. “It felt kinda nice, actually.”
Your nose curled in disgust. “You’re fucking sick, and you’re buying me a new one.”
“Fine.” Eddie’s hands slid down your arms gently. “I’ll buy you a new one. I swear. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I couldn’t use that one.”
“Don’t use any of my lotions to jack off.” You glared at him. “And put it back when you’re done.” You shove the lotion back at him.
“Alright, alright, hey- look at me, baby, please?” Eddie cooed, lips still curled with a smile you wanted to smack off his face, nerves rattled with annoyance. You glared at him, shoving your work jeans down with a huff, not missing the way Eddie’s eyes lingered.
“I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t mean to. I’ll buy you a new one. We can go right now if you want.” He muttered sweetly, his soft tone making your heart swell.
“No, it’s fine.” You huff, rolling your eyes, pulling your top off. “We can go later. Just don’t do it again.”
“I won’t.” Eddie lifted his hands playfully. He waited a second, turning the yellow tub around in his hands. “It is good stuff though. Can see why you like it so much-” He dodged your balled up shirt you flung at him with a loud cackle, scampering to the bathroom to put it back on the counter.
also this is the lotion / sol de janerio's bum bum cream referenced lol. a very canon event i fear. hope you enjoyed!
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ghost!eddie took over my brain a little bit, esp once @littlexdeaths brought steve in the picture
Eddie almost got run over once.
He was little, maybe four or five. His mom took him to the Big Buy a couple days after Halloween and all the candy had been marked down. Most of the shelves had been picked clean, but there was a single box of Reese’s pumpkins left and she bought him one. He didn’t even have to ask.
The cashier rang it up and handed it right back, his little hands all twitchy and grabby around the orange plastic wrapping. His mom said he had to wait to eat it in the car, and he tried to run to it as soon as the automatic doors whooshed open.
Moving too fast and too low to the ground for the car pulling into the lot to see.
His shirt collar dug into his throat, closing off his airway as she grabbed him by it to yank him back. The car sped past, brakes screeching in tune with Eddie’s mom screeching his name. She caught him in her arms, clutching him to her chest, her nails still digging into the nape of his neck, their groceries dropped to the concrete. He coughed and choked and sputtered, trying to catch his breath with his face smothered in her sweater.
Crying just because she was crying.
“I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” she croaked through her panic, smoothing her hand over the top of his unruly mop. “But you can’t do that, you can’t ever, ever—”
He whimpered his apology to her sleeve, leaving behind shiny trails of salt and snot as he peeked back over his shoulder. Through the blur of tears, he saw the little orange packet lying on the ground where he had just stood.
Smushed flat by the car tire. A smear of chocolate and peanut butter on the asphalt.
It was tough to recall any other details about that day. He couldn’t tell you what they had gone to buy or even what kind of car it was that almost hit him. But he remembered that sharp pressure on his windpipe and the feeling of abruptly being dragged backwards. He remembered the pain in his neck that spiked down his back as his head whipped forward and how his chest seized.
It was the exact same feeling as when he died.
There was no light for him to walk into, no familiar voices calling him back home. He didn’t really feel anything at all until he felt himself being jerked backwards, his body hurtling so fast he couldn't see or hear or feel or do anything at all. He just had to let himself be wrenched away.
Except when he opened his eyes, he didn’t find himself safe in the arms of someone who loved him. Instead, he was standing over you, staring down at you crying over his lifeless body.
And when he reached out a hand to touch you, he found it wasn’t even a hand at all. Just a flicker of light and smoke that went right through you.
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sugar daddy steve being so nervous to give you the first big present bc he’s scared you won’t like it and r! is just like omfg i love you like what the fuck i’m literally in love with you i’m gonna give you 12 billion kisses on your face rn
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“Look if you dont like it, you can just have the money instead, it’s really not a big deal,” he reiterrates, mumbling to himself, “it’s stupid anyways, don’t even know why I did it,”
“Stevie, just let me see!” You preen, doing your best inspection of the gift bag in Steve’s hands as you bounce about on the balls of your feet, your body buzzing with excitement, “you always give the best gifts!”
He blushes a deep red and holds the bag out towards you, refusing to make eye contact as you open it up and gasp at the contents.
“STEVE!” This time your voice is somehow even higher in pitch, and you launch yourself at him, squeezing him with your thighs and arms, forcing him to hold you up in his strong arms.
“You like it then?” He grins, securing his muscled arms around your waist and walking you over to his bed.
“Like it?” You roll your eyes playfully, letting out a loud ‘oof’ as he flops the both of you onto his bed, “I love it! You’re the best boyfriend in the whole wide world!”
You hold his face in between your hands, squishing his cheeks so his lips form a pout and smooching every available sliver of skin made available to you, not stopping when he starts protesting, not even when he begins digging his fingers into your most ticklish places. You just continue loving on him, through your gleeful laughter.
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✨Special✨ Brownies
Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader
Word Count: 1031
Summary: You and Eddie make brownies in his trailer. His are ✨special✨, though.
Warnings: drug use (weed), mild language, suggestive humor
The scent of chocolate wafts through Eddie’s trailer, mingling with the sharp tang of whatever “special ingredient” he’s carefully adding to his batch. Black Sabbath plays low in the background, the dark riffs blending with the clink of mixing bowls and spoons. Eddie hums along as you crack another egg into your own bowl, careful to keep your brownies distinctly separate from his. You know some of the Hellfire guys don’t appreciate his idea of "extra flavor."
“You sure you don’t wanna make yours a little more exciting?” Eddie teases, glancing over with a grin that’s more mischievous than anything. He’s leaning against the counter, his wild curls brushing his shoulders, dark eyes catching the dim light of the trailer's kitchen. There’s flour on his shirt—on purpose, probably—and his rings clink as he stirs his batter one more time.
“Pretty sure,” you say, smirking as you swirl the melted chocolate into your mix. “Not everyone’s a fan of those brownies.”
Eddie raises an eyebrow, mock offended. “Their loss. I make a killer brownie.”
“Yeah, if you want to spend the rest of the night on a different plane of existence,” you quip, shaking your head. The batter in front of you is thick, smooth, and sweet—a stark contrast to the chaos brewing on his side of the counter.
He steps closer, his shoulder bumping yours playfully. “Well, maybe some people need to lighten up a little, huh?” His voice is low, teasing, the music pulsing underneath his words as the bass kicks in.
You laugh, nudging him back. “Maybe. But I think I’ll stick to plain old brownies. Besides, someone’s gotta make sure Mike and Dustin don’t accidentally eat yours and spend the rest of the session in another dimension.”
Eddie chuckles, the sound deep and warm, vibrating through the tiny kitchen. “Good point. But seriously, these guys need to learn to live a little.” He winks, then grabs a spoon and dips it into your batter. “Let me taste.”
“Hey!” You slap his hand away, but he’s already licked the spoon, grinning like a kid caught stealing from the cookie jar. His lips curl in satisfaction.
“Mmm. Perfect. Too bad it’s not as fun as mine.”
You roll your eyes, turning to pour the batter into the pan. The rich, sweet smell of chocolate mixes with the unmistakable earthy scent of Eddie’s “special” ingredient, now fully blended into his brownie batter. You can’t help but laugh as he slides his pan into the oven next to yours, a smug look on his face. He wipes his hands on a towel, tossing it over his shoulder with a flourish before cranking the volume on his stereo. The unmistakable opening riffs of Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid” fill the trailer, vibrating the walls.
“Come on,” Eddie says, pulling you by the wrist before you can protest. “We’ve got time to kill.”
You laugh, letting him spin you into the middle of the living room, where the cramped space suddenly feels alive with energy. His wild curls bounce as he throws his head back, mouthing the lyrics, eyes alight with that infectious, carefree joy. The beat pulses through you, and you can’t help but sway, grinning as Eddie belts out the chorus in his raspy, off-key voice.
“Iron Man's up next,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, taking a step closer as he plays an imaginary guitar. His fingers move expertly through the air, his body swaying in exaggerated motions like he's onstage at some packed arena instead of his tiny trailer. You can’t stop laughing, the tension of the day melting away as the music takes over.
When the next song kicks in, Eddie grabs your hands and twirls you around. You stumble over your feet, but he doesn’t let go, guiding you into a makeshift dance that’s half headbanging, half an uncoordinated waltz. You’re both breathless, laughing too hard to keep up with the tempo. The oven’s warmth fills the room, mingling with the growing haze of smoke from Eddie’s earlier indulgence, but the brownies are still safe—for now.
“Come on, sing with me!” Eddie shouts over the music, his voice cracking with enthusiasm. He pulls you closer, his grip firm but playful, and suddenly, you’re both shouting the lyrics, offbeat and too loud for the tiny space but perfect for the moment.
The chorus of “Iron Man” echoes through the trailer, and Eddie’s laughter is contagious as he spins you again, this time pulling you into a dramatic dip. The world tilts, and you grip his shoulder, your eyes meeting his for a brief, breathless second. There’s something so simple, so easy about this—about him. He grins, and for a moment, you forget everything outside of this trailer.
As the last chords ring out, Eddie lets you stand up straight, his hands still resting lightly on your waist. Both of you are out of breath, flushed from dancing, and the oven timer dings behind you.
“Looks like the brownies are ready,” you say, stepping back to catch your breath.
Eddie’s smile widens as he wipes the sweat from his brow, looking at you with a glint in his eye. “Perfect timing. Though I have to say…” He pulls the oven mitts off the counter and holds them up. “The dancing wasn’t bad either.”
“Not bad?” you mock, raising an eyebrow. “I carried that whole performance.”
He smirks, handing you the mitts. “Guess we’ll have to see if your brownies can hold up to mine, then.”
“Think they’ll appreciate your culinary skills?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder.
With the music still playing softly in the background, you open the oven door and pull out both pans, the warm, rich smell of chocolate filling the trailer.
“Oh, they’ll love ‘em,” Eddie says, flashing that wicked smile again. “But not as much as I will.” His eyes meet yours, playful and intent, and for a second, the air between you feels thick, charged like the electric hum of the amplifier he constantly fiddles with.
You smirk, tossing a towel at him. “Better hope they don’t figure out which batch is which.”
He catches the towel and drapes it over his shoulder. “That’s half the fun.”
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Living After Midnight ♫ series by munson-blurbs
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Winter/holidays with Eddie
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Ok, but have you guys ever stopped to think about how perfect Season 5 would be if the plot involved going back in time, and they fixed everything, then returned to the present, and we got a scene of Hellcheer together at the winter/snow ball in 1987 as the series finale????????Them dancing to Bryan Adams’ Heaven while the whole school watches in shock, Jason seething with anger, Dustin and the Hellfire boys all laughing, and Eddie wearing a suit for the first time in his life???????
ISN’T THERE A WRITER IN THAT ROOM CAPABLE OF MAKING THIS HAPPEN? PLEASE PLEASEEEEE
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PROJECT SUNSHINE
the complete masterlist or read on Ao3
stranger things season 1-5. a steve harrington x hawkins lab!oc
when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory finds herself fleeing from a long survived nightmare, she crashes into the life of one unsuspecting teenage boy. together, they are dragged into the dark mysteries that begin to consume the small town of Hawkins, Indiana.
SEASON ONE. the lost children of Hawkins, Indiana
ONE. | TWO. | THREE. | FOUR. | FIVE. | SIX. | SEVEN. | EIGHT. | NINE. | TEN. | ELEVEN. | TWELVE. | THIRTEEN. | FOURTEEN. | FIFTEEN. | SIXTEEN. | SEVENTEEN.
SEASON TWO. the return
EIGHTEEN. | NINETEEN. | TWENTY. | TWENTY-ONE. | TWENTY-TWO. | TWENTY-THREE. | TWENTY-FOUR. | TWENTY-FIVE. | TWENTY-SIX. | TWENTY-SEVEN. | TWENTY-EIGHT. | TWENTY-NINE. | THIRTY. | THIRTY-ONE. | THIRTY-TWO. | THIRTY-THREE. | THIRTY-FOUR. | THIRTY-FIVE. | THIRTY-SIX. | THIRTY-SEVEN.
SEASON THREE. the cruel summer
THIRTY-EIGHT. | THIRTY-NINE. | FORTY. | FORTY-ONE. | FORTY-TWO. | FORTY-THREE. | FORTY-FOUR. | FORTY-FIVE. | FORTY-SIX. | FORTY-SEVEN. | FORTY-EIGHT. | FORTY-NINE. | FIFTY. | FIFTY-ONE. | FIFTY-TWO. | FIFTY-THREE. | FIFTY-FOUR. | FIFTY-FIVE. | FIFTY-SIX. | FIFTY-SEVEN. | FIFTY-EIGHT. | FIFTY-NINE.
SEASON FOUR. the deal with god
SIXTY. | SIXTY-ONE. | SIXTY-TWO. | SIXTY-THREE. |
SEASON FIVE. the end
coming soon...
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eddie would take any opportunity to have sex with you in his van.
rough sex. sloppy sex. sleepy sex. loving sex. if it means having sex with you, he is 100% doing it (and to the best of his ability.)
he would have a blanket down for your primary comfort during any situation. but, also a variety of items depending on what vibe you are both feeling on that particular night.
for sweet sex, he has a stash of condoms for your protection, a pillow for your head, and a bunch of snacks for afterwards.
for rough sex however, he does have a few kinky things in the corner of his van. he bought another pair of handcuffs especially for his van, a piece of silk to tie your hands together, and he bought you another vibrator on top of the one at his trailer and the one for the nights eddie can’t be there at your own home <3
all you know is, whenever the moment happens, it’s going to be mindblowing no matter the style ♡
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⛧☾༺’Casual’༻☽⛧
Chapter 1v: All this time
⛧ pairing: steve harrington x alt! fem reader, rockstar! eddie x alt! fem reader
⛧ contains: angst, love triangle, fluff, comfort, fwb, alcohol, smoking, pining, implied friends to lovers, pet names, slow burn, asshole! eddie
⛧ word count: 2.9k+
⛧ previous chapter: here
⛧ warnings: allusion to smut ! mdni !
The contrast of the chilled breeze embracing your skin as you pull yourself through the door is a stubborn reminder of the cardigan you left resting on the couch back in the dressing room, but there was no way in hell you could bring yourself back into that room. You can’t stop hearing the unknowing roars of approval ringing in your ear. Feeling all of the nights spent with your fingernails digging in his back, wishing for once you could have more than just his skin as he strung you along.
Tasting the drop of blood pooling through your lip snaps you back, your jaw clenched tight enough to break the skin. Frustration boils over the edge causing a single wet drop to stream down your frigid skin. You’ve never felt quite this pitiful but it was nearly impossible not to with him making his intentions painfully obvious.
The rushed patter of footsteps on the pavement fills your ears and brings your attention behind you as you place a cigarette between your lips. Steve runs his fingers through his waves of hair scanning the parking lot, panting with his chest breathing heavily. His eyes wander finding yours and his expression of relief quickly droops to concern as he sees the wet black streak down your skin. He moves towards you cautiously, holding his hands out to cup your face as he studies your demeanor. His small gesture causes the floodgates you had put to a halt to come rushing back open, your cigarette falling to the ground with the twitching of your lips.
“Hey, hey- Slow down, you’re okay. What’s going on?” he whispers softly while he wipes your tears away. You’ve never explained the ends and outs of you and Eddie to anyone outside of Robin. The part of you afraid to admit to being his secret can’t bear to spill your embarrassment to him. Especially with the stubborn reminders of his voice reverberating through the walls.
“Did somebody do this to you?” his voice twists, eyes squint over the few people grouped in the surrounding area protectively, his hands on your cheeks keeping their tender hold. “No, it’s nothing I- mean, it wasn’t them.” you mumble wishing you could just tell him the truth. I think I- I just got too drunk.” You sniffle through your words slightly shivering.
“Well, clearly somethings up. Here-.” he cuts off his words by removing his signature gray members-only jacket, resting it around your shoulders. “You’re freezing!” he exclaims. “Steve, no-“ you protest forcing his coat away. “You’re gonna be cold now.” you whimper.
“Shh, I’m fine. We can go sit in my car, I’ll turn the heat on.” he moves to fully throw his jacket over you, completely engulfing you in the fabric. as he walks you to the passenger side of his car you can’t tell if the pink flush you see from the corner of your eye is brought on by the cold air or if his arm pressed against you to hold his jacket closer to your body.
Awkward silence flows through the air of Steve’s car as your head pounds from your racing thoughts in your drunken state. You felt guilty for feeling comfort in his presence, the strings of you still tied to Eddie telling you this was wrong. Steve’s infectious smile as he makes his way to the seat opposite of you takes away some of that doubt.
“We don’t have to talk about what happened earlier if you don’t want to.” he whispers starting up his car to crank the heat on. You shoot him a shy smile “I can tell you about this freaky ass movie Robin made me sit through the other night.” he chuckles and you can feel your heart swell. “I’d like that.” you say with your voice low. He scoots up in his seat and starts motioning with his hands as he explains the film’s plot.
“So, there’s these oddly large fucked up looking clowns with these guns that shoot out popcorn and shit like that.” he turns to you emphasizing how important this is to him when he sees your lost but curious smile. “Which might seem like a good time and all, except they’re like insane, evil, killer clowns that turn their victims into giant mounds of cotton candy or these fucking pies they have made out of acid they use to melt cops!.” he exclaims dramatically.
“Are you sure this is a movie you’ve seen and not some elaborate night terror you had after smoking too much before bed?” you shake your head skeptically. “I’m serious!” his eyes grow wide with his giggles. His elbow rests on the center console so he can have a better view of you.“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Harrington.” you reach in to playfully pinch the skin of his cheek making his head fall towards the floor, covering his flushed grin you wished he wouldn’t hide.
Lost in the scattered conversations neither of you realizes the time until you see the masses of fans piling through the small doors. “Shit uh- guess we should get going too then.” Steve says slowly like he’s disappointed in tonight ending here. You’re glad to know you aren’t alone in that. You’re drawn in like a moth to a flame in the warm glow that he has lit up around you. You’ve never spent much time alone with him before, in this moment you can’t comprehend all you’ve deprived yourself of. Checking the rearview mirror you toss your head back “Fuck, I am still way too drunk to go home right now.” you admit as you’re brought back down to the harsh reality that put you here to begin with. His face twists thinking hard about his words before he speaks them.
“Why don’t you just come back to my place?” his chest swells with hope, “I mean you’d be coming over with Robin tomorrow to help set up anyway?”. It was hard to ignore the rush of pounding in your chest. “My house is the complete other direction from yours. I can just order a taxi or something.” you say trying not to inconvenience him. “Not happening, it’s way too cold for me just to ditch you here.” he grabs your face, pulling you to look in his direction. “Just come home with me, please?” begging softly, warmth radiating off his skin just inches from yours. “Fine, but just for tonight. ” you tease him, thinking back on how Robin had this whole thing right all along. The gleam in his puppy eyes blew his cover. “take a picture it’ll last longer!” you mock his prolonged glance, pushing his shoulder gently breaking your closeness. His expression remains the same. “Don’t worry, this is plenty.” he nearly drools.
“Can I ask you something? It’s really stupid?” you mutter through your hands covering your face as you rub your eyes. “Of course.” he mutters faintly. “Anything.” he pushes. You let out a deep breath mixed with a small laugh. “Could you uhm- maybe, grab my cig I dropped out in the parking lot earlier?” feeling slightly embarrassed by your desperation. “It’s the last in my pack and I really need it right now.” the passing cars lit up his face just enough for you to see his smirk. “I’m on it.” he says turning to open his door. “I’ll be right back, then we can get the hell out of here.” he states playfully as he leans down into the car once more before shutting his door.
You peer at his reflection in the mirrors as you watch him hunched over with his arm out searching the black pavement like a metal detector before he reaches down to find his treasure. He turns back to the car holding the found cigarette up like a trophy pumping his fists before performing a goofy victory dance in the empty street. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t admire his cockiness knowing your eyes would follow his every move. You laugh at him quietly from afar before seeing him turn around to the door opening ahead of him.
You tilt the mirror back to get a clear view of the figure. Eddie is standing in front of the last person he wants to see right now and it’s obvious from the sour expression on his face. You see his lips move, unable to hear his words as he motions in your direction. You grasp the door handle to pull it open, stepping into the chilling air. Your hand is perched on the car door as you prop yourself up to watch the scene unfolding before you.
“Is she seriously leaving? You can’t just let her leave like that- I mean she’s had way too fucking much to drink!” Eddie spits loudly at Steve, his voice laced with rage. You keep your distance, you are nowhere near the right headspace to talk to Eddie right now. “Not that it’s any of your concern, but I got it, man. I’m taking her home.” Steve replies calmly but is clearly bothered by the encounter keeping him from returning to you.
Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms unable to believe you’d blow him off tonight for someone like him. “And how sure are you of that?” Eddie questions him bitterly. “I mean, they were her words. Not mine.” Steve motions back to you standing a few spaces back. “Didn’t take much convincing.” his tongue rolls off his teeth with a vindictive smirk. “What the fuck ever dude. Here, she left it in my dressing room.” He hurls a thick ball of fabric at Steve’s chest that you can only assume is your cardigan from earlier. Eddie stops in his place searching for your eyes from across the parking lot, sending you a frail shrug of disappointment before turning on his heel to walk back into the bar, carelessly slamming the door behind him.
Water pools in your eyes as you tilt your head to the sky, exhaling deeply. An unwanted wave of guilt washes over you once more. It’s not like you’d be any better off if you ran back to his familiar comfort now anyway. You always told yourself that you could ‘stop’. Stop the tugging you felt in your chest that pulled you to him with every glance. You wished more than anything that you were someone else at that moment until you feel two arms hover over you before resting on your shoulders, pulling you into an embrace you’ve never yet felt. “Don’t you worry about any of that, alright? he says muffled into your hair. “Let’s get you out of here.” you smile into his neck in agreement. His large hands caress the side of your neck, squeezing you tighter.
He holds your door open as you slide back down to your seat, closing the door softly with both hands. Rubbing his hands together fighting off the cold weather as he maneuvers his way to the driver’s side. You’re hooked on his every manerism watching his arms flex as he jiggles his key in the ignition. His eyes quickly flick up to you. “Ah, almost forgot! The fruits of my labor.” he flicks the cigarette out of the pocket of his vintage shirt pocket presenting it to you. Your heart flutters reaching out to grab it. “Robin’s right. Dingus suits you.” giggles escape your mouth. “Great now you’re in on it too.” he rolls his eyes. “At least it sounds cute coming from your mouth.” he whispers, leaving you unsure of if you were even meant to hear him. His hand wraps around your knee in a swift motion as he turns his body to check behind him before reversing out of the lot.
The moment Steve’s tires hit the pavement you feel a vibration through the floorboards peeking down to see a vibrant glow from your bag. You ruffle through flipping the screen over exposing the depiction of Eddies ring-scattered fingers squeezing your ass cheek that he had sneakily set as his contact image in your phone earlier. Your eyes forcibly squint closed praying Steve didn’t happen to lower his eyes to the display. Nervously you tap the screen declining his call. “Everything okay over there?” Steve chuckles at your frantic movements. “Yeah, just uhm- looking for my lighter” which wasn’t completely a lie.
The sparkling flickers from your lighter catch his eyes as an orange haze fills the enclosed space. His fingers immediately flick over the button to his side lightly cracking your window. “What a gentleman.” you say through pursed lips as you blow out your first drag. “Let me get a hit.” tilting his head out toward you before facing the road again. You can’t help but laugh at his confidence gasping dramatically. “Going out to a metal show and now smoking? These things aren’t good for you, you know?”. you act appalled. “Yeah, and neither is me watching how pretty you look smoking them.” he says matter-of-factly. “and with the amount of effort I went through to retrieve that fucking thing, I think I’ve earned it.”.
Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head with his words, You’ve never heard him speak like this before and his boldness leaves you reeling for more. Your fingers reach to push his loose strands of hair behind his ear as he keeps his eyes ahead. “Fine, but if you vomit at least turn the other way.” holding the lit cigarette up to his plush lips with your index and pointer fingers. His head makes a quick maneuver before wrapping his lips around the end, lightly kissing the skin on your knuckles before a harsh cough rings through the air. His face wrinkled in disgust as he waves his hand back and forth over his face to clear the smoke.
“Jesus Christ!” he loudly exclaims still halfway choking in the fog. “I can’t believe you sent me off all alone, into the cold night for that shit.” forcing out a laugh as he wipes tears out of his eyes, causing you to erupt in laughter at the sight making him smile like an idiot. Ashing your cigarette through the cracked window you tell him you’re surprised he handled it as well as he did, which he credits to the lone cigarette he stole from his mom’s purse in the eighth grade preparing him for this very moment.
You know, I feel pretty stupid about it now but uh-“ Steve breaks the silence with a chuckle full of nerves. “I never really tried to talk to you much because I figured Robin had filled your head up with ideas about me.” feeling the sincerity in his words fueling the rapid thumping in your chest. “Quite the opposite actually, she spent years trying to convince me to put up with you.” you admit. “Fuck off.” he scoffs at your response like you’re playing some cruel joke on him. It’s not a wild assumption to make. Robin would spend hours talking your ear off about every single detail of what’s happening around her since the last time she’s seen you so he knew a few rough stories had to have slipped through the cracks.
“I mean it! You used to be a real shithead, you know. I guess I just never fully adjusted to the fact that you had changed until now…” you say sheepishly. The last two words played over in his head on repeat, fueling his ego. “Until now? So you’re like totally into me, right?” he mocks in his best trying-to-be serious voice. “In your dreams, Harrington.” you reply slyly but to him, he feels like he’s already in one. He can’t fathom the idea of someone not wanting to attach themselves to you.
His hair bouncing off of the side of his neck to the beat of the tune he’s tapping out on the steering wheel has you stuck in a trance, his perfectly carved jaw bone mixed with your buzz filling your brain with filthy ideas. Your thoughts are cut short by the rhythmic ticking signaling you are turning down his street. Steve lives in a remarkably nice house for his age. He landed some cushy work-from-home position at some local finance startup that just so happened to take off, earning him a decently sized salary which you only know about because of Robin’s gossip.
The end of Steve’s driveway brings you a sense of restlessness anticipating his next move as the space grows dark after the rays from the headlights die down. His veiny hands reach for the door handle swinging it open before his slender legs branch out. He quickens his pace in a light jog making his way to you before you get the chance to let yourself out. “Slow down there sweetheart, what kind of gentleman would I be if I left you to open your own door?” he coos, as if you are the most fragile thing on earth before extending his hand out for you to grab onto.
His arm immediately moves to rest over the dip in your back once you’re standing, sending shocks over your skin and you are utterly content with just staying like this the rest of the night. He motions out widely with both of his arms with his waist still pressed snuggly against yours, displaying the surroundings to you. “Welcome home.” he grins sliding his key in the door.
༺ the end.
chapter v: ‘like nothing matters’
coming: soon!
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steve harrington • requests // asks
( ANY REQUESTS AND ASKS FOR ALL CELEBRATIONS, SEASONAL THEMES, AND ONE-OFF INBOXES I GET, STEVE x YOU // mature content marked appropriately )
🔥 BECAUSE OF YOU, SERIES ( 500 FOLLOWER REQUEST )
main fic -> ( part 1 ) ( part 2 ) ( part 3 ) ( part 4 ) ( part 5 ) bonus parts -> ( baby let me in ) ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 3.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )
👯 1000 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION
"play it cool" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, requesting the cd because i think i need to explore more music and this seems like a good way to do that! | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this one is a lil fluffy, a lil flirty, a lil fun – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )
"don't go dark again" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, oh baby, you know I gotta ask for a song for my beloved, steve | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this just leaned real angsty, hurt / comfort for a monday morning – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )
"honey, i've got it bad for you" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, can i pls request a love note from steve <3 as for mood anything a little lovelorn and fluffy will do | ( love note steve harrington x reader, little fluffy, little lovesick, lots of sweet )
🎄 A VERY MERRY MIXTAPE – WINTER THEMED ASKS
"very merry mixtape" winter!theme REQUESTS are nested under the series / multi-part master list post *18+
👯 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION
"don't make me say it" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, you make me want things I can’t have prompt | ( 2k – mostly angst, dumb boi steve, and a little fluff right at the end to take you home, steve x reader )
"i hate you ( not )" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, love a good enemies to lovers smutty fic – anything works, just lots of sarcasm and name calling to build up the tension • *18+ | ( 3.6k – a nice lil mountain of angst that rolls down into a big ol’ valley of smut, steve x reader )
"good love makes you hesitate" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, don’t do this here prompt | ( 2.2k – all of the angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, steve x bff!reader )
💌 CRAPPYMIXTAPE INBOX ASKS
"you gotta help me, baby" – REQUEST -> fluffy one about you having a summer job babysitting and Steve always coming over to keep you company...idc just Steve being a massive simp as always | ( 2.3k, modern!day au, fluff, established relationship, steve x you, steve x reader )
"shut up and kiss me" – REQUEST -> fluff prompt #25 "shut up and kiss me” • you get laid off and go back to hawkins for the weekend to wallow with your friends and the gang seizes the opportunity to try and get you two dummies to figure it out | ( 5.7k – fluff, a little angst, mostly fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )
"smoke and glitter" – REQUEST -> robin's been begging you to throw a party down yb the lake on your uncle's farm, like on another level, so you finally give in and who does she drag along? some co-worker from the mall and he's a total dork...right? | ( 2k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )
💌 MOOD BOARD x SONGS ASKS
"idiots -> lovers" steve harrington x you, idiots / enemies to lovers
"valentine's day" steve harrington x you, soft / intimate *18+
"best friends -> lovers" steve harrington x you, bffs to lovers
"enemies -> lovers" steve harrington x you, enemies to lovers at work *18+
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