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[mrsjellymunson]

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Hi, hello, I’m Kittie and I’m obsessed with Stranger Things. I’m married to Eddie Munson and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. I write for Eddie (x fem! & gn!reader) and Steddie (for them and x reader), and, very occasionally, Joseph Quinn. I hope to write for other characters too, and already have ideas for Mr Clarke and some of the girls. I’m very friendly so please feel free to message or ‘ask’ 😊 I’m new to fandom (and old, in Tumblr terms!), so if I get things wrong please be kind. I’m fairly new to writing, and I’m enjoying myself immensely and hope you enjoy what I write (and if you do, please let me know!)

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💗Fluff ❤️Mature themes ❤️‍🔥Smut 💔Hurt/angst ��Dark themes

FIC LIST BELOW THE CUT

Series/Multi-Parts:

THE BIOLOGY TUTOR 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!tutor!reader Eddie’s failing class, again, so you offer two different styles of biology tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical

KNOCK AT THE CABIN ❤️🖤💗❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x fem!reader Post-S4, Upside Down exists. After the events of the previous months, everyone is shocked by the unexpected return of an old friend. But how much has he changed?

DAMSELS & DEBAUCHERY: The D&D Chronicles Game 1: Start Something 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 DM!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

GOOD THINGS (Come in Threes) 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 Steddie x older!fem!reader Moving to a new town was hard, but some of your son’s new friends make the transition easier

HELLO, STRANGER/HEY, BOSS 💗❤️🖤 Eddie Munson x gn!reader Black comedy/dark humour. A stranger buys weird stuff at odd times, and as the cashier at the local hardware store you’re not sure what to make of it. Now with a Prequel showing how Eddie fell into his new line of work

Oneshots, 5+1’s, etc. (newest first):

The Essence of You 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 Steddie; Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington 7.3k+ An argument, shared feelings and soft, slow smut

That Was You? 💗 Eddie Munson x fem! or gn!reader 1.6k A meet cute in a record store

Take Care of Me 🖤❤️💗 Eddie Munson x fem!reader 7.4k Eddie rescues you after a disastrous date [REQUESTED]

The Boy Is Mine, Kittie’s edition 💗❤️ Eddie Munson x fem!reader 1.6k A romantic night in at the trailer, using prop & dialogue prompts

Candyman, Candyman, Candyman 💗 Eddie Munson x fem! or gn!reader ~2.1k A Valentine’s 5+1: Five times you get to give Eddie a kiss, and one time he kisses you back

S.A.N.T.A. BABY 💗❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x fem!reader ~10k A festive 5+1: Five times you embarrass yourself in front of Eddie, and one time you don’t…

Leaving Hawkins? Come Again Soon! ❤️❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x Patrick Verona x fem!reader. Eddie and Patrick make your last night in Hawkins a memorable one (coming soon)

Ficlets, drabs, asks, headcanons (newest first):

Drummer!Eddie Munson headcanons 💗

Get Lucky 💗❤️ Corroded Coffin ficlet featuring Eddie Munson & Grant/‘unnamed freak’ 1k

A Crown For Your King 💗 Eddie Munson x gn!reader Eddie takes you on a picnic [ask]

What are those stains on Eddie’s mattress? 🤔 SFW Part 1💗 NSFW Part 2 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 [ask, headcanon]

Eddie Munson brings home a box of kittens 💗 [ask, headcanon]

‘Til Next Time ❤️❤️‍🔥 can be rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem/masc/gn!reader 0.7k. A tryst with your secret lover

Thinking About Dom!Eddie’s Thighs ❤️❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Something To Crow About 💗❤️ Eddie Munson x gn!reader Eddie dresses as Eric Draven (With NEW accompanying art and an edit with me in!! 😍)

Series:

GOOD THINGS (Come In Threes) 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 Steddie x older!fem!reader

Oneshots:

The Essence of You 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 Steddie; Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington 7.3k+ An argument, shared feelings and soft, slow smut

Ficlets/minifics (<600words, newest first):

Meet Me💗❤️🖤 Something Old, Something New💗 Time Me ❤️❤️‍🔥

Hurt Me ❤️💔 Dress Up 💗❤️ Look At Me ❤️ Say Hello To My Little Friend 💗❤️

One Fine Day (1.1k)💗 A One Time Thing❤️‍🔥 I Need A Moment💗

“The Stuff”❤️‍🔥 The Counter Argument❤️‍🔥 Top & Tail💗❤️ Turning P!nk💗 Fool Me💗❤️

‘It’s My Birthday!’💗❤️ Pin Me❤️ The Edge of Insanity❤️❤️‍🔥 Fill Me (dom!Steve)❤️‍🔥

Fill Me (dom!Eddie)❤️‍🔥 Filler ❤️ Play Me💗 What’s His Name Again?💗

Find Me ❤️🖤💔 Teach Me❤️❤️‍🔥 Steve’s Keychain💗 Mud Cakes & Pancakes💗

Special Treatment v2❤️ Special Treatment v1❤️

We’re definitely not thinking about JQ’s unnamed Warfare character doing push-ups ❤️ [ASK]

‘Til Next Time ❤️❤️‍🔥 can be Joseph Quinn x fem/masc/gn!reader 0.7k. A tryst with your secret lover

Happy Halloween, Love ❤️❤️‍🔥🖤 Joseph Quinn x fem!reader, RPF 4.4k. Joe raids the costume department at work and conspires to make this Halloween your most memorable yet

Non-ST writings:

‘Til Next Time ❤️❤️‍🔥 A CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-CHARACTER FIC 0.7k. G/N!reader x celebrity!masc!character. A tryst with your secret lover

If You Go Down To The Woods Today Freaky happenings in a forest featuring OC/RPG characters

Fic recs:

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Authors and fics

Eddie fluff recs

Some of my fave authors

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[wonderlanddreamer]

Throne Of Desires.

An Eddie Munson x Darcey Harrington fic.

Summary: Darcey Harrington is feeling exceptionally bold, a bravery that guides her right into the Hellfire Club and onto the throne of the Dungeon Master. What begins as an innocent game evolves into something far beyond what any of them could have imagined.

Eddie had been giving her rides home for weeks now. What started as Steve's overprotective insistence on ensuring his little sister got home safely had blossomed into something entirely more thrilling. Each ride was filled with laughter, shared music, and stolen glances that spoke volumes of an unspoken connection. Darcey could feel herself falling for the enigmatic dungeon master, and tonight, she was determined to take their burgeoning relationship to the next level.

Darcey Harrington's heart pounded as she descended the familiar stairs of Hawkins High. It was after hours, and the dimly lit hallways echoed with the subtle creaks of an old building settling into the night. She gripped the straps of her backpack tighter, the anticipation buzzing through her veins. She was about to enter the Hellfire Club’s lair, a place she had only heard whispered about in the hallways, a place where Eddie Munson reigned supreme.

She pushed open the heavy door leading to the basement where the Hellfire Club held their gatherings. The room was dimly lit, filled with the scent of old books, incense, and the faintest hint of something metallic. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the centerpiece of the room – Eddie's throne-like chair, an imposing piece of furniture that seemed to command authority and respect.

Eddie was nowhere in sight, likely setting up for his next campaign. Darcey took a deep breath and stepped further into the room, her fingers brushing over the scattered dice, the meticulously painted miniatures, and the well-worn rulebooks. Each item told a story of countless adventures and battles fought in the realm of fantasy.

Her gaze finally settled on the throne. Eddie had once told her, with a playful glint in his eye, that the chair was his and his alone. No one else dared to sit in it; it was a symbol of his rule over the Hellfire Club. The mischievous side of Darcey couldn't resist the temptation. With a sly smile, she circled the chair and, with a quick glance towards the door to ensure Eddie was still absent, she dropped her bag to the ground and lowered herself onto the plush seat.

The leather was cool against her skin, and she felt a rush of exhilaration as she leaned back, draping herself comfortably over the armrests. She imagined Eddie's reaction when he walked in and found her there, claiming his throne. Her pulse quickened at the thought.

Moments later, she heard footsteps approaching. Eddie’s unmistakable silhouette appeared in the doorway, his dark eyes widening with surprise as he took in the scene before him. He quickly masked his shock with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe with an air of casual defiance.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Eddie drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Darcey’s spine. “Looks like someone’s feeling brave tonight.”

Darcey arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “I figured it was time someone challenged your reign, Munson. Besides, it’s a pretty comfy chair. You’ve been hogging it.”

Eddie pushed off the doorframe, closing the distance between them in a few long strides. He stopped in front of her, his gaze locked onto hers, a mixture of amusement and something darker flickering in his eyes. He leaned down, bringing his face close to hers, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them. Slowly, he placed his arms on each armrest of the chair, effectively trapping her in place, his presence both commanding and intoxicating. The proximity sent a shiver down Darcey's spine, the tension between them almost unbearable as Eddie's lips hovered just inches from hers.

“You know, Harrington, there are consequences for sitting on the throne,” he murmured, his voice dripping with unspoken promises.

Darcey felt her heart skip a beat, her pulse racing as she met his gaze head-on. “Oh? And what might those be?”

Eddie’s grin widened, a wolfish gleam in his eye. “I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

He moved behind the chair, his hands resting on the backrest as he leaned over her, his proximity creating an inescapable cocoon around her. Darcey’s breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his body so close to hers, the intoxicating scent of leather and cologne enveloping her senses. The heat between them was palpable, every inch of her skin tingling with awareness of his nearness.

“Feeling mischievous, are we?” he whispered in her ear, his voice sending jolts of electricity down her spine.

Darcey tilted her head back to look up at him, her eyes glinting with defiance. “Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?”

Eddie’s fingers brushed against her shoulder, trailing down her arm in a slow, deliberate motion. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Harrington. But I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.”

Darcey’s lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as his touch sent sparks of desire coursing through her veins. She could feel the electricity in the air, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. “Neither have I,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. Her eyes met his, wide and dark, reflecting the same intense longing she saw mirrored in his gaze.

Eddie’s eyes darkened, his playful smirk giving way to something more primal. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. He traced his fingers along the edge of the armrest, inching closer to her hand, his touch feather-light but electrifying.

Darcey felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure Eddie could hear it. She was acutely aware of every inch of her body, the way her skin tingled where his fingers grazed, the way her breath hitched in her throat. The tension between them was palpable, a magnetic pull that neither seemed able—or willing—to resist.

Eddie's fingers finally found hers, intertwining in a slow, deliberate motion. He leaned down, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to her ear. "You know, sitting in this chair means you're in charge," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "So what are your orders, Your Majesty?"

Darcey's pulse quickened at his words, a thrill shooting through her as she felt the power dynamic between them shift. Eddie's challenge was clear: he was daring her to seize control, to push the boundaries of their tantalizing game. She drew a slow, deep breath, feeling the wild fluttering of her heart as it pounded against her ribcage. Tilting her head slightly, she let her lips brush against the rough stubble of his jaw, savoring the sensation. Her voice was steady and deliberate, even as desire coursed through her. The warmth of his skin against her lips sent shivers down her spine, her words a sultry whisper that hung in the charged air between them.

"Well, if I'm in charge," she began, her tone playful yet commanding, "then I think you should show me how a king serves his queen."

Eddie's eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and admiration. He straightened up, his expression one of mock servitude, but the heat in his gaze betrayed his true feelings. "As you wish, Your Majesty," he said, his voice laced with a blend of amusement and genuine desire.

He took a step back, allowing her a moment to breathe and process the intensity of their exchange. The air between them seemed to crackle with electricity, every second stretching into an eternity. Darcey felt a rush of exhilaration, a heady mix of power and vulnerability that left her feeling both excited and exposed. Her heart raced as she tried to steady her breath, her senses heightened to every subtle movement he made. Eddie's eyes never left hers as he circled the chair once more, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. The way he moved was mesmerizing, each step calculated and confident, exuding an aura of both danger and allure. Darcey’s pulse thrummed in her ears, her skin tingling with anticipation as she watched him, her body attuned to his every move. The room seemed to shrink around them, the world outside fading away, leaving only the charged space between them.

"Tell me, Darcey," he said, his voice a deep velvety whisper that seemed to wrap around her like a warm embrace, "what is it that you want?"

Her breath caught in her throat, the weight of his question hanging in the air between them. She met his gaze, her eyes locking onto his with a newfound determination. "I want you to admit that this little game of ours is driving you wild," she said, her voice steady and confident.

Eddie's smirk returned, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea," he replied, his voice a rumbling growl that sent a shiver down her spine. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her lips. "But you know what? You're not the only one who's feeling the heat."

Darcey felt a surge of triumph at his admission, a thrill of victory that only fueled the fire between them. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. "Then why don't you show me just how wild you're feeling?" she challenged, her voice a sultry whisper.

Eddie's expression darkened, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Careful what you wish for, Harrington," he warned, his voice a low growl. "You just might get it."

In one swift motion, he pulled her to her feet, their bodies pressing together, the heat between them almost unbearable. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers. Darcey could feel the electricity crackling between them, a magnetic pull that drew them together, inch by tantalizing inch.

And then he kissed her.

It was a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words, a culmination of the pent-up desire and longing that had been simmering beneath the surface. His lips were firm and insistent, each movement conveying a hunger that words could never capture. His hands found their way into her hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands as he pulled her even closer, as if he could fuse their bodies and souls together through sheer will.

Darcey responded with equal fervor, her own desire matching his in every way. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him down to her level. The kiss deepened, becoming a dance of passion and fervent need. She could taste the intensity on his lips, feel the urgency in the way his hands roamed over her back, anchoring her to him.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of their connection. Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, each moment stretching into eternity. When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together, their eyes locked in a silent understanding.

Eddie's voice was a rough whisper as he spoke, his breath mingling with hers. "You're trouble, Darcey Harrington. Beautiful, irresistible trouble."

Darcey smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "And you're the king of mischief, Eddie Munson. I guess we're a perfect match."

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. "I guess so," Eddie murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light touch that left her aching for more. "But be warned, Darcey Harrington. You've started a fire that might just consume us both."

Darcey felt a rush of exhilaration at his words, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She leaned in, her lips capturing his in another searing kiss, one that spoke of promises and challenges yet to be fulfilled. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, the strength and warmth that radiated from him.

As they pulled apart once more, Eddie's eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He took her hand, guiding her around the chair until she was standing in front of it once more. "You know, Darcey, there's more to being in charge than just sitting on the throne," he said, his voice low and teasing.

Her curiosity piqued, Darcey arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly does that entail?"

Eddie's grin was wicked as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "It means making decisions, taking risks, and sometimes... surrendering control."

Darcey's breath hitched at his words, her mind racing with the implications. She met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and defiance. "And what if I like taking control?" she challenged, her voice a sultry whisper.

Eddie's eyes darkened, his grip on her hand tightening. "Then I guess we'll have to find a balance, won't we?"

With that, he guided her back into the chair, his hands resting on her shoulders as he leaned over her, his presence both comforting and electrifying. "But for now," he said, his voice a low rumble, "let's see just how well you can command.

Darcey felt a surge of confidence as she settled into the throne, her gaze locked onto Eddie's. She reached out, her fingers trailing along his jaw, her touch light but insistent. "Then kneel," she commanded, her voice steady and authoritative.

Eddie's eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and admiration, a spark of something deeper igniting within them. For a brief moment, the air between them seemed to vibrate with the weight of unspoken words and shared understanding. But he complied without hesitation, the corners of his mouth twitching into a subtle, appreciative smile. He sank to his knees before her with a grace that belied his rugged exterior, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment.

His hands came to rest on her thighs, the warmth of his touch seeping through the fabric of her clothes, sending shivers cascading through her body. He looked up at her, his expression one of reverent submission, a blend of respect and genuine admiration reflecting in his eyes. The intensity of his gaze made her feel powerful and cherished, his willingness to yield amplifying the connection between them.

Every fiber of his being seemed focused on her, the world outside their small, intimate space fading into insignificance. His fingers gently tightened on her thighs, grounding her in the reality of their shared moment. The vulnerability in his posture contrasted with the strength in his eyes, creating a heady mix of power and intimacy that left her breathless.

Darcey felt a thrill of power at the sight, her heart racing with the knowledge that she had brought the enigmatic Eddie Munson to his knees. She leaned forward, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her lips brushing against his in a teasing kiss.

"You know," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper, "I think I'm starting to like this throne."

Eddie's grin was wicked as he looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and amusement. "Then I guess I'll have to make sure you stay on it," he replied, his voice a low growl.

Darcey felt a rush of excitement at his words, her mind racing with the possibilities. She pulled him in for another kiss, this one slow and sensual, a promise of things to come. When they broke apart, their hearts pounding with unison.

Eddie's hands roamed over her thighs, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. "You know, Darcey," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper, "you drive me wild."

Darcey felt a surge of triumph at his admission, her fingers trailing along his jaw. "Good," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper. "Because you do the same to me."

Eddie's grin widened, his eyes darkening with desire. "Then I guess we're in for one hell of a ride."

Darcey laughed, the sound filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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[lazylittledragon]

mombin pt 9!! it's been too long i'm sorry

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[stevieschrodinger]

Firefighter Steve Harrington and certified hoodlum Eddie Munson. Another thing I really really want to write but I won't have time but, specifically, the scene I want to write goes thusly.

Eddie's high on his own supply and his clumsy stoned ass sets light to his own trailer. He's rescued from the, admittedly, minor fire, bridal style, by a 'shining angel'. It's not exactly a raging inferno but it's enough that Eddie's just inhaled a substantial amount of illicit materials all at once.

He's suffering with smoke inhalation but will only let the 'glowing adonis' put the oxygen mask on him and slappy fights off everyone else.

Steve ends up sitting with him because Eddie keeps trying to take the mask off and Steve keeps putting it back on, all the while Eddie's insisting that Steve is a 'constellation of perfection' and 'his angel wings glow like a rainbow' and Eddie 'didn't even know he was gay until now' which amuses Steve so thoroughly he Sharpies his number onto Eddie's forearm.

The next day Eddie wakes up in a hospital bed with no real memories of what happened, but he knows in his bones that he was visited by a mystical celestial being and the number on his arm belongs to his future husband.

[loveletterlore]

favourite day of the week ♡ e.m. x reader

pairing: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader

summary: Eddie forgets which day of the week it is, leading the reader to come looking for him. Eddie quickly remembers it's his favourite day of the week...

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI smut, established relationship, use of pet names [princess, angel, baby], kissing, grinding, fingering, choking, Eddie fuckin loves a cheerleader skirt

word count: 2k

authors note: okay so i've never written smut but this basically wrote itself, open for a part 2 if desired...

You knew from experience that Hellfire club could run on for hours, and hours, and hours. When the boys got super into it, they could campaign for days without even realising time was passing. As Dungeon Master, Eddie loved getting completely lost in these worlds and exploring, thinking on his feet to find surprises and plot twists to catch the others off-guard. 

Hellfire wasn’t totally your thing, as much as you loved to watch Eddie perform, and there was no denying that you certainly loved the deep voice he used when things got serious. It worked out anyways as Hellfire usually took place at the same time as your cheer practice, both on opposite sides of the school.

You and Eddie had settled into a nice routine where he would finish Hellfire, pull his van around and pick you up from practice before heading back to his place. Today, however, Eddie was nowhere to be seen as your practice finished. This wasn’t a very common occurrence - especially on a practice day - and you’d usually just go back home, knowing Eddie would come and see you whenever he was done; normally with a dopey, apologetic look on his face. 

A wicked plan danced through your mind, sending a smirk to your lips and a bolt of electricity through your body. You pulled your bag over your shoulder, spinning on your heels to head back into the school and down the hallway. As you drew nearer, you could hear familiar shouts and laughs, one voice in particular turning your cheeks rosy. 

The door was open slightly and peering in, you could see Eddie standing on his chair, arms flung open as he delivered his script to the group. The corners of your mouth tugged upwards, watching his curls bounce and his growing grin as he jumped off the chair, throwing himself down, eyes roaming the group. As the boys quietened, trying to plan their next move, you knocked gently on the door.

Eddie glanced up quickly, doing a double take when he realised it was you. Still in your cheer uniform. A breath caught in his throat as he realised the time.

“Hey baby,” you smiled. “I’m just gonna head home, do you wanna come get me later?” You batted your eyelashes, receiving the exact response you intended. Eddie’s face flushed and he took a deep breath.

“Bye guys,” Eddie’s voice was deep and gravelly. The group looked at eachother, confused.

“But Eddie, we were…”

“I strongly suggest we pause here,” Eddie almost groaned as you swung your hips to lean against the doorframe. “And you should probably head out.”

The boys' heads flicked from Eddie, to you, and back to Eddie. A sense of awkwardness draped over the room as they understood the scenario and scrambled to grab their things. Shouting ‘goodbye’ to Eddie over their shoulders, the boys snuck past you in the doorframe and you slinked into the room, closing the door behind you. 

Eddie leaned back in his chair, knees spreading. You loved seeing him like this, in his throne, ruling over his kingdom. He rubbed his hand over his face before drawing his eyes back to yours.

“I forgot what day it was, I’m sorry princess,” he groaned, dropping his head backward. “How was practice?”

“It was fine,” you spoke softly, sweetly. You moved across the room, dropping your bag onto one of the chairs. As you approached, Eddie’s hands raised to your hips, guiding you to sit on his lap. “How did they get on?” You indicated to the set-up that remained on the table.

“Fell into the trap, as usual,” he smirked, one hand wrapped around your waist while the other fiddled with the hem of your skirt. “Can’t believe I forgot my favourite day of the week.”

Your eyebrows creased together, “Favourite?”

Eddie’s hand slipped under your skirt, resting on the crease between your hip and thigh. “Best day of the week, when I get to see you in this lil’ get-up.” His eyes sparkled as he forced them away from your body and up to your face.

“Hmm,” you tucked your head into the crook of his neck and hummed. Eddie gave your thigh a small squeeze, relishing the feeling of your flesh in his hands. “I’m all gross and sweaty from practice.”

The hand that had been wrapped around your back reached up, lightly cupping the back of your neck and guiding your lips to Eddie’s. You smiled into the kiss, light and gentle as a few of Eddie’s curls tickled your face and neck. 

“I don’t care,” Eddie murmured, his eyes darkening as he looked up into yours. “Even better.” His lips quirked into an awkward smile as he shifted you in his lap, straddling his legs and leaned you back to rest against the table. You rested your elbows on the table, accidentally knocking over one of Eddie’s Hellfire figurines and sending a couple of pages gliding onto the floor. You grimaced slightly, making to lean down and grab them but strong hands on your waist kept you firmly planted where you were. “‘S fine, leave it. Or-”

Eddie stands, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you pressed against him. Haphazardly he plants your ass on the table, using his other hand to sweep all of his materials off of the table. Eddie claps his hands on his cheeks in fake shock, looking back and forward from your confused face to the paper and minifigures now on the floor. “Oh no. Could you be a doll and pick those up for me?”

You raised an eyebrow, studying the adorable face in front of you before it clicked into place. So, he wanted a show…

You jumped down from the table, giving Eddie a quick peck to the lips before turning away from him. “These ones down here?” You raised your pitch an octave or two, playing into the situation before giving your hips a quick wiggle and hinging at the waist. As your body bent over, revealing exactly what he had been leveraging for, you heard a gasp escape Eddie’s lips, followed swiftly by a little giggle. That idiot had got exactly what he wanted.

Eddie’s eyes trailed up one leg, along your ass and down the other leg, savouring the sight before him. You picked up the items from the floor slowly, torturing Eddie with each shift of balance, each wiggle, each movement that you made. You heard a groan, followed by the rustling of fabric and chains as Eddie shifted in his stance. 

“Favourite day of the week,” he muttered to himself before reaching for your hips, pulling them to his. 

You swayed slightly, pressing your bodies together and feeling his obvious arousal. You let out a soft chuckle as you straightened, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder, curls landing across your face. 

Eddie nuzzled his nose into your cheek, rolling his hips against yours and tightening his grip on your hips. You hummed in response, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair and tugged lightly, receiving a groan from deep in his throat. One of the hands on your hips trailed a line down your thigh, slipping under your skirt and ghosting over the cotton covering your crotch. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth before Eddie’s other hand reached up to turn your chin towards him. Eddie’s lips captured yours, sucking at your lip and drawing his tongue across it.

The tip of Eddie’s finger dragged under the hem of your underwear, teasing the delicate skin hidden beneath. You pressed your hips backwards against his strong frame, eliciting an exhale from his lips. His fingertips across your folds as your hips stuttered, craving closeness with him.

Eddie drew his lips from yours, trailing light, feathery kisses down your neck as his hand moved back to your hips, pressing your thighs against the table.

“You gotta hold on baby,”  his voice was barely above a whisper. You immediately gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white from your tight grip.

Finally he was there, his fingers grazed your clit, sending a wave of cold across your body. The table creaked as your grip tightened, eyes fluttering closed as all of your attention was focused on the feeling of him. His face tucked into the crook of your neck, you could feel his hot breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers glided over your clit, small circles that were so powerful they could cause a tornado. He knew your body so perfectly, not just from the months of physical intimacy, but from the way he studied your face, your reactions, your entire being. Seeing the way you crumbled beneath him was his only source of life force.

You turned your head, placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He responded by lifting his head, colliding your lips together as his hand moved further. You felt a finger tracing your heat, exactly where you needed him.

All of a sudden, you realised exactly where you were. Forcing your lips from his, “Eddie, we should go-”

“Shhh,” he squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers not slowing for a second as he glided them into you. Your eyes rolled backwards, your head flopping to the side from pleasure. “I’ll be quick, just need you to cum for me.”

Any further protest was forgotten as his skilled fingers curled, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. Eddie nipped at your ear with his teeth, using his tongue to soothe the abused skin as he left marks down your neck. 

One of your hands lifted from the table to tangle back in his hair, catching curls in your grip. You grinded your hips back against his, searching for friction and finding it in his hard arousal, covered in rough denim. You groaned at the feeling as his fingers began to pump in and out, finding that spot over and over again. 

Your legs began to shake, causing you to nearly lose balance. Eddie pushed his hips against yours, forcing your thighs against the table harshly, a moan falling from your lips.

“Shit,” he muttered at the sound. “Let me hear you princess.”

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, angling so that your mouth lined up with his ear. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling as you felt the heat growing between your thighs.

A door slammed down the corridor, sending a dual shock of pain and pleasure up from your toes to your eyelids. Inadvertently, you tightened around Eddie’s fingers, a low chuckle ruminating from his chest in response.

“So, she wants to get caught,” Eddie whispered in your ear, biting at the lobe for good measure. “Let them hear you. Tell them exactly how I’m making you feel.”

Eddie’s words go straight to your thighs, squeezing together as your stomach tightened. 

“Fuck,” another groan. “Cum for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, tight enough that you began seeing colourful shapes dancing in your eyelids. Your breath caught in your throat, as Eddie’s hand wrapped lightly around your throat, pinning your lips to his ear. You let out a final gasp as your body crumbled, legs giving out. A guttural sound escaped you, straight into Eddie’s ear as his fingers hit that spot one last time.

“Good girl,” Eddie eased his grip on you, allowing you to rest your weight back on the table. “My angel, so good for me.”

You hummed, your body still feeling like it was floating and your eyes still closed. Kisses trailed along your cheek until your lips met with a slow, loving kiss. 

A popping sound led you to open your eyes and your legs nearly gave out again at the sight of Eddie, his tongue gliding along his fingers as he cleaned himself off. 

You took a step towards him, reaching your hands for the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed your hands before you could reach it.

“Princess, what I plan to do next definitely cannot happen in this room. Van. Now.”

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[ervotica]

steve if he thinks you got hurt in a battle and you didn’t - the RELIEF that would wash over this man

fem!reader; steve finds you after the battle with vecna. you confess to doing something stupid, and steve cuddles you stupid ✩

For the most part, your injuries are superficial. Claret caked in a smearing line over your temple, matting a few stray curls to the side of your head, a couple of rogue handprints against your pulse point, fingerprints marked in blood on your skin, and a twisted ankle that’ll heal on its own with some ice and elevation.

You’re back in Eddie’s trailer, the curly haired boy propped against your shoulder as you wrestle him upright to wrap sheet after sheet of bandages over his midriff. Eddie can feel your panic like a dumbbell pressed to his chest, your eyes flitting upward at every sound as though something is about to jump out and savage you.

“So, you and Harrington, huh?” Eddie fixes you with a sidelong glance, corners of his mouth tipping up teasingly.

“I know. You think it’s weird, right?”

Eddie hisses as you wrap a particularly sore spot, brows pinching into a frown. He keeps talking despite the throbbing in his side.

“Not weird. Just… unexpected. I get why you didn’t tell me.” You pull his t-shirt back over his ribs - now obscured by a thick layer of padding - and twirl his hair into a frizzy ponytail at the nape of his neck while he talks, pleased for the distraction from waiting for Steve’s return.

“I didn’t tell you cause I thought you’d be weird about it or something. Like… I know what school was like for us, and I didn’t want you to think less of me because I love him. He’s a great guy, Ed.”

“You love him, huh?” he coos.

“Shut up. I hate you.” you snort.

You drop your head to Eddie’s shoulder. Maybe chasing after those demobats behind him wasn’t your smartest move, but you have your best friend — alive, whole, and almost back to his full annoying self.

You’re so diligently pleading your case to your theatrical best friend you almost miss Steve slip through the crack in the door. Your lashes twitch when he makes a beeline for you.

“Hey, honey,” he sighs. You feel every one of his muscles uncoil as he wraps himself around you, a protective hand curled over the back of your head. “I was worrying about you, sweet girl.”

“Hey, Stevie,” you coo. You feel strangely close to tears already, throat thick and clogged with it. Eddie busies himself hobbling to the kitchen in search of snacks. “You’re okay?”

“I’m fine, angel. Show me your leg?”

“My leg’s fine!” you blurt, speech jilted with an incredulous laugh. He turns up a few steps from death’s door, and his priority is your fat ankle. “Just…sit. Let me look at you properly, yeah?”

“Let me stay like this for a sec, okay?” He’s wrapped an arm and a leg over your body, crouched where you’re sitting on the carpeted floor. His voice is a whisper against your skin. Then louder with a question. “Whose blood is this, angel?”

“Eddie’s, probably,” you answer round a yawn. “Bats got a chunk out of him.”

“Okay.” He smears a kiss at your jaw. “Why are you so covered, baby?”

“‘Cause I’m a really great friend?” You grimace, eyes crinkling as you prepare yourself for the brunt of the confession. “And maybe… maybe ��cause I went out there to save his ass.”

You hide your face against the hollow of Steve’s throat, feeling oddly close to crying again. The sting of tears pervades your sinuses, lips pursed in a futile attempt to keep it at bay.

“I couldn’t let him die, Stevie. He was all I had once, you know.”

“You’re too fucking sweet for your own good, you know that?” he murmurs, rocking back on his heels until you’re well and truly trapped in his embrace, squished and helpless as he kisses every inch of you. “My girl. I love you, you self-sacrificing idiot.”

You snort, squeezing him with as much gusto as his injuries will allow. “For the record, Eddie’s the self-sacrificing one. Not me! Be mad at him. I’m just his knight in shining armour, duh.”

“Okay, angel.” Steve’s voice is thick, and your hands cradle his cheeks when he tilts downward to gather more of you up and into his grasp. “Don’t do it again though, okay? I was so worried about you.”

You sniff, lips smacking wetly over his jaw. “You know I’d do it for you too, handsome.”

“And I’d do anything for you. But let’s not let it come to that too often. Deal?”

“Deal.” You let him wrestle you into another squeezing cuddle. “We should just stay in bed tomorrow or something, right?” Giggling, you press your forehead to Steve’s cheek. “I think my house fell into a hole.”

“You can stay with me, angel,” he laughs. “I don’t want to be away from you, anyway.”

Eddie rolls his eyes with a groan from his firm place on the couch. “For the record, this is disgusting,” He obnoxiously crunches a - most definitely stale - Dorito between his front teeth. “But I guess this is cute, or whatever.” He points at Steve, eyes narrowed. “If you’re ever mean to her, I swear to God I will hunt you down, Harrington.”

“Sounds fair to me,” Steve shrugs, smearing yet another kiss over your face.

You suppose there’s worse ways to experience the end of the world.

[bloodbruise]

dw spotify and ao3 have my mental health on lock

[bejeweledbaby]

obsessed with fics where steve and eddie were each other's first kiss when they were children but they don't connect the dots when they meet again as adults. Neither realize that this eddie is that eddie and this steve is that steve.

let me set the scene:

the older kids are having a small get together at steve's place and they're all sharing their first kiss stories. eddie starts regaling the group with the story of his first kiss with this beautiful boy at summer camp who had gorgeous hazel eyes and the softest hair. steve thinks the story sounds a little too similar to his first kiss. he starts connecting the dots when he realizes the chocolate button doe eyes he used to dream about years ago are the same chocolate button doe eyes he's been dreaming about in recent months. when it's steve's turn to share his first kiss story, he's like, "well, actually you've already heard it." and now eddie's connected the dots and pulls him into the bathroom to kiss about it. and there's some heartfelt love confessions and then they ride off into the sunset together.

[maxinemaxmayfield]

For the STWG daily drabble prompt: alarm ⏰ (gen, 100 words, implied steddie)

“Eddie! Eds – wake up!” 

Steve’s voice rouses him from a deep sleep. His eyelids are too heavy for this shit. It’s gotta be the middle of the night. He rolls over begrudgingly. 

“Wha’?” he mumbles, eyes still closed. 

“It’s almost noon.” 

His eyes fly open, heaviness be damned. “But the alarm–”

“–Didn’t go off,” Steve finishes for him.

“But we were supposed to pick the kids up–”

“–An hour ago.”

“We’re dead.”

“So dead.” 

Then he hears it, getting louder, more than just the usual midday trailer park sounds he’s used to. Bicycles on gravel. Voices shouting. Bells ringing. 

Fuck.

[livsmessydoodles]

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[travelingtwentysomething]

Prompt: “Pick a god and pray” they said, and you did, praying to every god you knew. And as you did this a name popped into your mind, one you didn’t recognize, yet you prayed to them all the same. In response the air stood still, like even the world had forgotten their name.

Devotion Tastes So Sweet On Your Lips (AO3)

It was another one of those nights- Steve was running through the dark trees, waking nightmare chasing him down.

He prayed his footing stayed true. He prayed that his breaths didn't falter. He prayed that the hungry darkness falling fast in his shadow didn't catch him.

He prayed to all the gods. Every deity he had ever learned of, all the new gods, and the old. He prayed until the sweat burning his eyes blinded him and he felt a root leap up in front of his foot.

He stumbled but did not fall.

But the sound of a snapping maw was closing around the dust he kicked up.

Suddenly, in his desperation, a name floated from the depths of his erratic heart to the tip of his bitten tongue.

"Eddie the Banished, of the Fallen Forest— Please- Please," Steve huffed, a force behind the name punched through his diaphragm and left him no air to plead with.

No sooner had the name fallen from Steve's lips, than the ground fell away beneath him- an embankment, steep and unforgiving in its angle. He rolled past tree trunks, slid over rough roots, and scraped jagged rocks loose for gravity to bring along for the ride.

His body hit the bottom and bounced.

Steve was dazed, his ears felt muffled as if he had landed underwater. He sat up so fast his vision swam, leaving trails of light where the stars shone down on him under the glare of the full moon.

He tried to stand, but his stomach protested- knees, shaken and unsteady, refused to hold his weight. He fell, once again on his back, trying to catch his bearings.

When his head cleared enough that the moon ceased it's dance in the sky above him, Steve sat up slowly, taking stock of his surroundings. He strained his ears to hear the snap of twigs or the slide of rocks down the slope he had just ridden as his pursuer followed him into the gorge.

It was silent as a ghost.

Steve pressed his palms to his ears and felt no blood, squeezing to try and pressure shock them into working.

He listened again—

Not even a whisper of wind in the trees.

Steve picked up a twig from the soft bed of moss that had saved his limbs from the worst of the abrupt impact and snapped it between his fingers- the sound sharp enough to startle him.

His ears worked just fine, it seemed- it was the forest that was broken.

As Steve got one knee under him, prepared to make another attempt to stand- a shadow fell over him.

Steve kept his head lowered, subdued under the charge in the air- the unmistakable aura of predator.

He slowly raised his eyes, and only his eyes.

There, standing tall above him, was a Wild God.

"It has been... So long-" The voice was grinding stones carried on the wind, "I'd forgotten what it sounded like." The Wild God lowered his body into a facsimile of a bow. A hand that shadows cling to like smoke, finger tips black as the night and ephemeral, ghosted under his chin, raising Steve's eyes to meet the darkness shining in the Wild God's own. "My name on some desperate tongue."

Steve was struck with a lightning heat deep inside his belly that rose like a plume of ashes from the mouth of a volcano, his face burning under the gaze of the most beautiful and terrifying wonder he had ever witnessed.

"Say it again." The Wild God demanded, voice deep enough to shake the ground Steve knelt on.

"Eddie the Banished, of the Fallen Forest." Steve moaned, unabashed.

Eddie's eyes rolled and the whites flickered behind shivering lashes as he savored the taste of devotion.

[stevieschrodinger]

I do not have time to write this, but I really need to write it down.

All the events of Stranger things happen as normal - one crucial difference, Eddie gets involved, but not in the same way. He's an innocent by stander who never made friends with the kids. He's a vague background character to the action. He's an extra on set, effectively, and when he drops out of school and leaves town abruptly, someone might notice, but no one really questions it.

Years later, the only thing that feels real about the whole thing are the scars Steve still carries on his body. Sometimes, sometimes, he has to call Robin, just to check it was all real. That he hasn't lost his mind. He still flinches when a light flickers, to this day his ears ring for hours after a loud noise. He has headaches.

The only people he can talk to about it are Robin and the kids; but he feels bad. The kids aren't kids anymore, and they all seem to have just...gotten on with their lives. Seemed to have grown and evolved past it all, even though Steve regularly still wakes in the night, sweating and fighting with his bed covers. He doesn't put that on them, he sounds happy on the phone, and he is, loves hearing about their lives, their relationships, their plans and their own kids.

Robin has a girlfriend, she's happy and settled. Steve's the only one who seems...stuck. Like he cant move past it. He bums around. Stays with Nancy for a while, then Robin. Visits Argyle, makes loose acquaintances and sofa surfs. Drifts, aimlessly, through life.

It's about time in his cycle to visit Robin, but the relationship is serious this time and she nags him to find his own place to stay near by - loosing patience with him when he fails to be motivated and finding it for him herself. It's tiny, the kind of place where the bed is also the couch and the TV rests on a short run of kitchen counter because there's no where else. Feels okay though.

Steve gets a job. Spends a day on foot, door to door, walking through town; lands in a record shop of all places, even though CD's have now well and truly taken hold and vinyl isn't much of a thing. It's dark inside, the walls painted black, the bare brick red. A couple of people browse through, but Steve heads right for the counter.

There's some screamo rock stuff playing that Steve doesn't recognize, but it's quiet, so it's okay.

Behind the counter, someone Steve half recognizes from another life. Eddie Munson, Freak of Hawkins High. What are the odds.

Eddie isn't who Steve remembers. He's angry now. Bitter. Has a horrible scar that creeps up his neck and onto his face, pulling the corner of his lip down. Steve does his best to ignore it. Begs for work.

Eddie employs him, but only because he thinks it's fucking funny how far the king has fallen. Now the king works for the jester.

Steve does his best at the shop. Cleans a lot. Gets on well with the customers, charms plenty of sales.

Eddie walks with a cane and seems to hate everyone and everything; but nothing so much as a cold morning. Seems to be in more pain than usual.

Steve wants to ask, Eddie tells him it was an animal attack. In 86.

Steve's seen some of the scars by now, caught glimpses of how bad Eddie was hurt; helped Eddie even when Eddie was spitting angry about accepting any help.

What the fuck kind of animal could do that much damage in Hawkins?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

And Steve puts it together then, instantly and viscerally realizes in his bones what must have happened. No one ever believed Eddie. Why would they? How could anyone think that monsters coming out of the walls, out of the floors, out of glowing red portals could be the truth?

And Steve says, did it's face peel apart like a flower?

And then he tells Eddie. He tells Eddie everything. He shows Eddie his own scars. Tells him about every monster they ever come across. It was one of the demo dogs. Like Dart. Steve knew it must have been, but Eddie confirms with a description.

And then Eddie cries, because he finally has a explanation. He's not crazy. For the first time in his life, someone believes him.

[loveletterlore]

masking the truth ♡ e.m. x reader

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: reader is not having a good time at Steve's Halloween party, Eddie seems to be having a great time, unbeknownst to each other that they'd much rather be together.

warnings: angst, eddie and reader are dummies who don't realise they are both pining, fluffy angst kind of idk

word count: 2.1k

authors note: omg first fic on this account I'm so scared ahaha. recent life things have led me back into the arms of Eddie and you know what, fuck it

Steve’s Halloween parties were legendary for a number of reasons: awesome costumes, lots of booze and usually some decent drama. Little did you know, this year the drama would be you.

You had turned up to the party late, still reeling from an argument with your sibling over who would be which Disney princess, which had blown wildly out of proportion when they had started getting too personal with the digs. Anxiety had settled over you in the car ride over, your knee bouncing and fingers picking at the fabric of your outfit. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, you flung the door open and jumped out, beelining for the house in search of alcohol and him.

The front door was propped open with a beer keg, the jocks crowding around and chanting random noises, not even sounding like words. You headed for the kitchen, looking for any sort of bottle that you could grab and chug. You found a bottle of vodka, still half-full, flicked off the cap and took a large swig, drops gliding down your chin from impatience. Wiping your face, your eyes searched the crowd for a recognisable face.

You spotted the hair before you saw the face. The host himself, Steve Harrington, was dancing with a group of girls in the center of the living room, hands in the air and a wide grin on his face. His eyes drifted around the room before meeting yours, waving his hands and gesturing for you to come over. You waved back before indicating to the other room, opting to find some more of your friends rather than break those girls’ hearts by stealing their King.

Another gulp of vodka down, you threw yourself on the sofa next to Robin, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“Hey loser,” Robin smirked, eyeing up your costume. “Wouldn’t you be more at home in a castle?”

“Shut up,” you huffed, bottom lip poking out. 

Robin took the bottle from your hand, taking a shot and giving it back with a grimace. 

“Why are you being grumpy?” Robin pouted down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Who hurt our little princess?”

“The nasty, evil witch known as my sibling,” you rolled your eyes, taking another drink. “Anyway, what are you meant to be?”

Robin’s outfit consisted of a red bodywarmer, denim jacket and sunglasses.

“Dude you’re joking right?” her eyebrows knitted together, genuine concern painted across her face. “I’m Marty McFly… Back to the Future… ‘Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.’ How are we friends?”

“Because you love me,” you smiled up at Robin, the vodka finally in your system and blurring the edges. “And you don’t want to spend all of your time with Steve.”

Robin shuddered at the thought, “That is true. Where is he anyway?”

“Grinding on some girls in the other room. Who else is here?”

“The usual. Cheerleaders, jocks, ladies,” Robin wiggled her eyebrows at the last mention before nudging your shoulder. “I saw Eddie around here somewhere.”

Eddie Munson.

Known to some as “the freak” and to others as “the dungeon master”.

Known to you simply as Eddie.

You had been close with Eddie for a couple of months, after Dustin had brought Eddie and Steve together, uniting the friendship groups. His curly locks, ringed fingers, dimpled cheeks had you enamored from the first meeting, leaving you fighting a blush whenever you were in his company. 

Despite trying to remain cool at Robin’s words, your eyes scoured the room, looking for the curly mop of hair that would give away Eddie’s location. The previous feelings of anxiety bubbled in your stomach, the insecurities that had been thrown around returning to your thoughts. 

“He’s here?” you tried to keep your voice level, failing desperately to cover the shaking of your body. You tugged at your outfit, suddenly uncomfortable in your own skin, it was too short, too revealing, too showy. 

Robin’s eyes studied your face, noticing the sudden change. “Hey, what’s happening?”

“No, I’m okay, I’m fi-” your voice stopped as you found him. With another girl's arms around him. 

Of course. Of course he would. Why wouldn’t he? His recent alliance with Steve had raised his social standing, with girls now noticing him and wanting to “fix” him. It would make sense for him to take advantage of it. Your heart started racing in your chest. Of course it wouldn’t be you. Why would it be you? He had his pick of girls now, what made you seriously think that he would settle for you?

Robin’s eyes followed your steady gaze, landing on the sight you were fixated on.

“Dude, I don’t think-” Robin started, reaching the arm not around you to your other shoulder, trying to redirect your attention.

“I’m just gonna go, I shouldn’t even have bothered, this has been an awful night,” your voice wavered as you pushed Robin’s hands away. 

You stood on wobbly knees, hands shaking as you tried to pull your outfit over as much of your body as you could cover. Robin called out to you as you left but your feet stumbled along the carpet, aiming for the front door. As you passed through the living room, Steve’s eyes followed your figure, questioning why you were moving so fast and leaving so soon. You wrapped your arms around your waist, your limbs feeling heavy as your eyes welled up. 

Of course he wouldn’t want you. 

Why did you ever think it would be you? 

Just look at you. 

It would never be you.

You didn’t notice when it started raining, drops of water melting together with the tears that were streaming down your face. You were the epitome of a teenage disaster; walking the blocks home in a stupid skimpy outfit, hating yourself and sucker-punching your brain with self-deprecation every step of the way.

A cacophony of groans and whines erupted as Steve dragged himself away from the girls he had been dancing with, watching your figure racing out of the house. He heard his name coming from the other room, turning to meet Robin’s worried gaze.

“What’s up with that?” Steve pushed his sunglasses onto his head, nodding towards the door that you had just left. 

“I think we have a slight problem. You know how those two idiots don’t realise the thing?” Robin raised her eyebrows. “Thing go KABOOM.” 

Robin imitated an explosion with her hands, causing Steve to roll his eyes.

“God damn, do I have to do everything around here?” Steve started towards Eddie.

Eddie had removed his mask, looking flustered and trying to separate himself from the incredibly drunk girl who was draping herself over him. 

“Ma’am, please just-” Eddie was cut off as he was yanked away by the arm, turning to see Steve and Robin standing with hands on their hips.

“Okay dummy,” Robin started. “You fucked up.”

“How- what?” 

Steve tapped his foot impatiently, “The whole unrequited love thing? You need to go and fix it.”

Robin explained the situation to Eddie, whose face drained as he heard how you had left. His heart skipped a beat as Robin told him how you had been pining over him as much as he had you. 

“Shit. I gotta go.”

Your sobs were muffled by the blanket you had wrapped yourself in, cocooning yourself in an attempt to drown out the outside world. You had your Walkman turned up to maximum volume, the headphones digging into the side of your head as your body shook with each cry. Nothing could stop your mind from racing, thoughts running at light speed.

You’re not good enough. Who would want you? Of course Eddie Munson would never want you.

Remnants of your outfit were strewn over the floor, an oversized shirt and pyjama trousers instead covering your body. Your hair was still dripping from the rain, but you simply didn’t have the energy or the desire to deal with it. You were listening to a cassette that Eddie had given you, a mix of both of your music tastes, although the gift had come with a warning: 

“Sweetheart, if you tell anyone that I made a cassette with ABBA on it, I’ll kill you before you get a chance to run,” Eddie’s dimples blinded you as he grinned down at you, handing over the cassette. 

Another wave of pain washed over you at the memory, feeling stupid as you recalled all of the times you had read the signs wrong. As the track changed, you heaved in a breath and turned onto your other side. The brief moment of silence was interrupted by a small noise.

*tap*

*tap*

*taptaptaptaptaptap*

“What the-”, you took your headphones off, pulling the blanket down from over your head. Following the tap noise, you tiptoed over to your window, wiping your face to get rid of the tears that had started to dry, leaving a sticky residue. 

You jumped as another tap echoed, a small pebble bouncing off of your window. Looking down, you instantly recognise the mop of curls, despite his face being covered by the stupid halloween mask he had previously been donning. A groan vibrates through your body as you realise what you’re wearing, those thoughts still pounding in your head. 

Sliding your window up, you lean your head out, “Eddie?”

“Finally!” you can hear the toothy grin hidden beneath the mask. “I’m comin’ up.”

“No, Eddie-” you start to protest but Eddie had already clambered up the garage, nearing your window. Muttering under your breath, you hoped your parents were telling the truth when they said they’d be out late.

“Shit,” you panic, realising the state of your room - Eddie would definitely know something was up if he saw the depression pit you had concocted. Hurrying, you kicked your strewn clothes under the bed and reorganise the blankets on the bed. Running a quick hand across your face to get rid of any stray tears, you turned to the window, Eddie’s lanky figure climbing through.

With that stupid devil mask still on.

“Why are you here? Why aren’t you still at Steve’s?” you crossed your arms across your body, lightly kicking the carpet with your foot and avoiding Eddie’s gaze.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice was deep and gravelly as he took the mask off, tucking it in his back pocket. “What happened?”

Eddie reached for you and you took a step back, a pang of pain bursting through your body at the look on his face. You took a shaky breath, eyes flicking back and forward between Eddie and the floor.

“It’s nothing, I just-”

“Robin told me,” Eddie interrupted you, studying your face. “Everything. I mean, I think everything.”

Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. Moving slowly, Eddie took a step towards you, his hands reaching to rest on your arms. 

“So tell me angel, what happened?” Eddie ducked his head, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Eddie,” you breathed, looking up into his deep brown eyes. “I’m sorry, you don’t need to-”

“Angel,” his voice was stern now, deep with need. 

Taking a deep breath, you shifted in your stance. “I wasn’t feeling great and I just wanted to see you, but you were dancing with another girl and I mean obviously you can do that, I can’t tell you what to do or not to do.” 

Words raced out of you faster than you could think, your body beginning to wrack with nerves as you realised what you were confessing to.

“And I just don’t know what to do Eddie because I wanted it to be me you were dancing with. I wanted it to be me you wanted to dance with.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you met his gaze, terrified of what you might find written in his eyes. 

Eddie took a moment, before stepping closer to you, one hand lifting from your arm to caress your cheek as he started laughing. Your heart sunk at the noise.

See? He’s laughing at you. What an idiot to think this would be some romantic moment. He can’t even handle the thought of it without laughing.

Eddie noticed how your face dropped and immediately stopped, tucking his finger under your chin to drag your eyes to his.

“Sweetheart, I think we’re both idiots,” he grinned down at you, dimples shining in the darkness of the room.

Your chin trembled as you looked up at him, brain spinning from the whiplash of the situation.

Eddie blinked once, twice, then leaned down to meet your lips with his.

And for the first time that night, your brain was quiet.

a/n: was that stupid? that was probably stupid.

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[burntsecrets]

Guilty as Sin

Pairing: Reader x Eddie Munson

Word Count: 1460

Prompt: Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift

Summary: As the new girl in town, you’ve been warned to stay away from Eddie Munson, the school freak, but the fantasy of being with him consumes your thoughts until you can't tell what’s real and what isn’t.

Warnings: ​​Intense fantasy and obsession, emotional confusion and guilt, unsolicited warnings and social judgment.

You’ve heard it all before. The whispers, the sideways glances, the unsolicited warnings. 

"Eddie Munson? Seriously?" they say, with raised eyebrows and skeptical smirks, as if the very idea of him being more than the school freak is incomprehensible. They don’t know him, not really. They only see what they want to see—wild hair, heavy metal shirts, and those infamous D&D campaigns he holds in the Hellfire Club. To them, he’s the guy who didn’t fit, who refuses to blend into the mundane. 

But you... you've seen something different.

It’s a fantasy, isn't it? Or maybe it’s more than that. Either way, you can’t shake the thoughts—the ones that creep into your mind late at night when the world is quiet, and you’re alone with only your imagination to keep you company. That’s when Eddie Munson becomes more than just a distant figure at the back of the classroom. In those moments, he’s yours. 

You can see it so clearly, sometimes too clearly. It feels real, almost as if your mind is playing tricks on you. The way he’d hold your hand under the table, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. The way his voice would drop when he talks to you, low and rough, as if every word is a secret shared just between the two of you. His laughter—God, his laughter—ringing in your ears, free and genuine, breaking through the walls you’ve built around yourself.

You can imagine what they would say if they knew. The judgment, the disbelief. They’ve already told you who Eddie is supposed to be—a troublemaker, a loser, not boyfriend material. But they don’t know him. They don’t know the way his eyes soften when he thinks no one’s looking or how he’s always watching out for the ones who are as out of place as he is. You’ve seen it—those moments where the mask slips and the real Eddie shines through. 

Sometimes, you think you’re losing it. The lines blur between what’s real and what’s imagined, and you can’t help but wonder... are these just fantasies, or are they memories? Did you really feel his lips brush against yours one day, soft and hesitant, or was that just another one of your wild daydreams? You remember the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the way your heart raced when he whispered your name, but no... that couldn’t have happened. Could it?

It’s all in your mind. You’re drowning in the fantasy of him, and you let yourself sink deeper because reality—without him—is too dull, too empty. You picture him standing in front of you, sending a shiver down your spine as he leans in close, his breath warm against your skin. You’ve never kissed him, not really, but you imagine it every time you close your eyes. Messy top lip kiss. How you long for it, crave it, even though you’ve never felt it for real. But it doesn’t matter, does it? Because in your head, you’ve already done it all.

They don’t understand. The guilt you feel, the way your heart aches every time someone tells you to forget him. But how can you forget someone who’s carved himself so deeply into your thoughts, into your very being? How can you be guilty as sin for something that’s never happened yet feels more real than anything else? 

There’s a constant tug-of-war between what you want and what you’re allowed to have. Every day feels like you’re standing at the edge, staring down at the abyss, wondering if you should take that leap. But then you think of him—Eddie—and you know you’d jump, without hesitation, if it meant being with him. Even if it’s just in your mind.

You keep recalling things you never did. The stolen glances across the room, the way he’d smile at you when no one else was watching. The way you feel his hands on your waist, his lips against your ear, even though he’s never touched you. How can you be so sure it hasn’t happened? Because every time you think of him, it feels like you’re slipping, falling back into that fantasy, deeper and deeper until you can’t tell where it ends.

Maybe that’s why it feels so dangerous. You imagine the world finding out, the judgment that would rain down on you. They’d crucify you for loving him, for daring to dream of something different, something real. What if he’s written 'mine' on my upper thigh, only in my mind?  The thought makes you shiver because it feels true. It feels like something only you know, something sacred, even if it exists only in the corners of your mind.

And yet, you can’t stop. You won’t stop. Even if it’s all make-believe, it’s the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that feels right. You’ve chosen him, Eddie Munson, even if the rest of the world thinks you’re insane. You’ve screamed his name in the dead of night, whispered his secrets into the darkness, and you’ve built a world where it’s just the two of you. 

So what if it’s not real? It’s real enough. Without ever touching his skin, you know what it’s like to be his. You’ve built your desires, your longings, into something that feels like a vow, a promise neither of you will ever break. You don’t need to touch him to know what it would be like. You already know.

And then it happens. You’re standing at your locker, spinning the dial absentmindedly, lost in your thoughts of him again. It’s the same fantasy as always—you imagine him walking up to you, leaning against the lockers with that lazy grin that makes your knees weak. You picture him teasing you, something playful in his voice as he inches closer until his lips are just inches from yours. It’s a scene you’ve replayed a hundred times in your head.

This is where it always happens. Where you lose yourself in the daydream, where the fantasy becomes so vivid you almost forget it isn’t real. You can practically feel his presence beside you, smell the faint scent of cigarettes and leather, his warmth cutting through the cold, distant reality of the school hallways.

And then, there’s a voice.

“Hey, new girl,” he says, voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your heart skips, the sensation so real it almost startles you. You blink, forcing yourself to remember that this is just another dream, just another figment of your imagination. You’ve been here before, conjuring him up in the quiet spaces of your mind, letting yourself believe, if only for a moment, that he’s really standing in front of you. But this time, it’s different. There’s something about the way his eyes lock onto yours, intense and knowing. Something about the smirk that curls at the edge of his lips.

It’s just your mind playing tricks on you. It has to be.

But when he leans in closer, your breath hitches. You feel the warmth of his body, the soft brush of his lips as he whispers something you can’t quite hear. The world around you blurs, and for a second, you forget what’s real and what isn’t.

And before you can stop yourself, you close the distance between you. Your lips press against his—tentative, soft at first, almost like you’re testing the boundary between reality and fantasy. But he’s warm, solid. You feel the way he kisses you back, his hand brushing against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the moment.

The bell rings, a sharp sound cutting through the haze, and you pull back, breathless. Your heart pounds in your chest, and for a split second, you look into his eyes, waiting for the illusion to shatter, for the fantasy to slip away as it always does.

But he doesn’t fade. He stands there, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Took you long enough,” he says, his voice teasing, but there’s something deeper in his tone, something that sends another shiver down your spine.

You let out a shaky laugh, stepping back, still half-convinced that the world will snap back into focus and you’ll be standing alone, as you always are. You turn, walking away as your heart continues to race, the kiss still tingling on your lips. You tell yourself it wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real.

But then, from across the hall, Eddie watches you go, his smile still lingering on his lips. He touches his mouth like he’s savoring the kiss, shaking his head slightly as if he can’t believe it just happened, either.

And as you disappear into the crowd, the truth lingers in the air—this time, it wasn’t a fantasy. 

This time, it was real.

[inthedarknessofnight]

Steddie fandom hear me out… we seriously need a fic where Steve and Eddie have a failed high school romance, Steve leaves for college and comes back 4 to 5 years later, only to walk into the most popular bar in Hawkins and find Eddie like this…

CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE WRITE IT I AM DESPERATE, I WILL LITERALLY PAY YOU (with my undying love and devotion cuz I’m a broke bitch lol) 😭