#your ass is grass ≽ dustin

[italiansteebie]

It was a thing, to not touch Steve’s hair. Like a “hands off,” “Your ass is grass,” thing. And as adamant as he was, Steve never gave a reason. Just a wave of his hand and a simple, “Just don’t.” Now, some of the kids, well most of them, were respectful enough to follow that one simple rule, Mike had tried it once. 

The grip around his wrist and the fire in his babysitter's eyes was enough to drive the nail through the head. For the kids, that is. Eddie, however, thought it was funny, and he was determined to find why Steve was so protective over his “precious” hair. 

He tried bugging him, annoying him to the point where he just got fed up and told him, and he tried making up crazy conspiracies like a 100 Karat gold shampoo that “us mere mortals were not worthy enough to touch.” 

Robin tried to tell Eddie to just back off, tired of hearing Steve gripe about it all day at work, but of course it didn’t work, until Eddie suffered the same wrath Mike had. And god. He didn’t know King Steve had that much in him, but he saw how much it bugged Steve so he finally let it go. 

It wasn’t long after that that everybody found out just exactly why Steve hated them touching his hair. 

They were all piled up in Eddie’s trailer, kids on the floor buried in a mountain of blankets, respective couples holding hands and chatting, and the older kids up on the couch in their very own mountain of blankets. 

Robin and Nancy were wrapped up in eachother, not bothering to pay attention to the movie, let alone anyone else in the room. Steve and Eddie, who were curled up together, had already shared a smug smile in their direction, but they too got caught up in each other quickly following that. 

Steve had rested his head on Eddie's shoulder, reveling in the feeling of his gentle hand running up and down his back. Eddie, in no mind of his own, buried a hand in Steve’s hair just at the nape of his neck and tugged on it gently. A weak noise came out of Steve after a few minutes, when Eddie finally realized what he was doing.  

He moved to stop but cast a quick glance at Steve’s face, preparing for the anger that faced him, but to his surprise, he saw Steve blissed out in a way he’d never seen before. That is, at least with the children around. He knocked that thought out of his head before gently kicking Mike who was propped up against the couch below him.

The grimace on the kids face was hilarious but the way it transformed into some kind of smug, awe, was even better. Eddie kept the movement up, Steve slipping further into that melty, dreamy, headspace, unbeknownst to the attention that was being cast at him. “Watch this,” Eddie whispered.

“Hey Stevie,”

“Hmm?”

“Can you drive all the kids up to Indy tomorrow?”

“Mmmhmm.”

The kids thought this was the best thing ever, Nancy and Robin watched for a moment too, with slight grins before they turned back into their own little world.

“Hey, Steve. Can we burn your house down?” Dustin piped up.

“Yeah. Mmmmmmhmm.” was all he got in return.

“No way! He’s like putty in your hands Eddie! This is great! Ask him if we can host Hellfire at his house.” Mike said, already forming the plans in his brain. Eddie rolled his eyes, and cut them off with minimal whining from Micheal. 

When Steve was coherent again, he was subject to relentless teasing, mostly from the kids and a little bit from Robin. He hushed them, just a tad annoyed, but that went away when Eddie whispered his plans for Steve’s hair in his ear. Suddenly he wasn’t annoyed at the kids’ antics, but his face was redder than a tomato. A reaction in which Eddie had more than enough fun with.

[scoops-aboy86]

Twice Shy

For the April @steddiemicrofic prompt 'fool'!

wc: 454 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: referenced recreational drug use, brief angst with a happy ending, Nancy really messed Steve up, chubby Steve Harrington if you squint

Steve’s been fooled by Eddie plenty of times. When they were in school together, the guy once sold him literal grass clippings as weed and was an off-putting ass at every opportunity. Some of that could be explained by shit Tommy or the other jocks pulled, but mostly it was part of the bit. If Eddie was going to be cast as a freak, he’d be The Freak and become untouchable. 

Spring Break dropped Eddie straight into a bucket of trauma and rinsed that bravado away. And Steve had bought into the idea that only cowardice was left—not judging him for it, because Steve had almost run too, back in the very beginning. 

Until the idiot shocked them all by standing his ground against the demobats, saving Dustin’s life. 

Being shoved against a wall one day and called “big boy” another have weaseled their way into Steve’s head. So, once the doctors clear Eddie to go home, Steve offers his because… the guy no longer has one. Wayne moves in too, and for a while it feels like having family around. Less like family when Eddie kisses him on the couch one night during an impromptu Star Wars marathon, but, yeah. Eddie’s shit starts gradually migrating up into Steve’s room until, a month or two later, he’s basically moved in. 

So it hurts when Steve, who just wanted to surprise Eddie at Corroded Coffin’s first show back at the Hideout, after they played the song Eddie  wrote for him, watches his supposed boyfriend sidle up to some guy at the bar and lean in to say something with that smile. The one Steve thought was just for him. 

Someone drops their drink, spattering Steve’s shoes with glass shards and beer. He doesn’t realize until Eddie looks up that it was him, and, well. Of all the times he’s been fooled into thinking Eddie’s something he’s not, this one is the worst. So Steve does what he did when Nancy called him bullshit; he turns and shoves his way out the door. 

Only this time, he’s followed. Can’t help thinking I used to be faster than this when Eddie catches up.

“Steve—He asked about your song!”

Pride keeps Steve moving, but his thoughts hesitate. When they’re even with the van he lets Eddie pull him alongside it, less visible between cars, relatively safe. 

“Baby,” Eddie says, eyes huge and close. He smells like sweat and smoke, but thankfully not booze. “I know how that must’ve looked, but I love you. You’re it for me.”

Steve has always been the first to say it… but not this time. Feeling like a fool for jumping to conclusions, he hugs Eddie close. “Shit, Eds, I love you too.”

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[catherinnn]

The Only One

Friends with benefits!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary: Eddie is all sweaty and in need of a shower after playing around all afternoon with Dustin and Steve, you offer to join him on that shower.

warnings: SMUT +18, oral (f and m), fingering, p i v, lots of dirty talk, lots of cum play, just pure filth really. (lmk if I missed anything)

1.9k words. masterlist

It was a sunny day, mid-July, the kids were on vacation.

And this was noticeable since they were calling every. single. day. to hang out together.

Calling you, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, Steve, Gareth, Jeff, anyone really. Someone would have to agree eventually!

Luckily for them, most of you agreed today. It was a really nice day outside.

The boys started to play and run around each other, as if they were 5— Steve and Eddie included —until the sun started to set, and you and the girls couldn’t sunbathe any longer.

You weren’t even wearing bathing suits, but the boys started to play like kids, so you just laid on the cut grass to chatand sunbathe.

“Shit, it’s hot today!” Steve complained as they all came back to where you were sitting.

“It’s not hot really, you’ve just spent the whole day running” Robin corrected him.

“Well, either way, I’m all sweaty now” he said as he walked right to where Robin was to give her a hug, just to annoy her.

“Get away from me! You disgusting dingus!”

“Fuck, I need a shower, I’m all sweaty too now” Eddie complained and he took off his shirt and he threw it at you just to bother you.

“This is not grossing me out, if that was your intended result” you warned him. The truth was, it was doing the exact opposite. Seeing Eddie heavy breathing, cheeks flustered from how hot he was, all sweaty, making his tattoos shine. Yeah, this was very very far from disgusting.

“Oh, it’s not? What is it causing then?” he asked with a daring tone.

“Quite the opposite actually” you said, walking towards him putting your hands on his arms, stroking him.

“Oh yeah?” he asked on a low tone only for you to listen.

“Yeah… actually, why don’t you let me join you in that shower?”

“Really?” he asked with a smirk.

“If you’d like”

“Oh sweetheart, it would be my pleasure”

And since you were on the woods next to the trailer park Eddie lived in, you didn’t have to wait much to get to that shower. You just said goodbye to everyone who kind of imagined why you were going with him.

They all pretty much knew about you situation with Eddie, this friends with benefits kind of deal. Well, obviously you didn’t tell the kids, but they figured out eventually that you two were more than friendly. Steve with Robin and Mike with Lucas and Dustin, all had bet that you two would end up together eventually.

As you two got to the bathroom, clothes started to come off. Your shirt and bra, sandals, shorts, panties. Same with Eddie’s clothes, all between heated kisses and caresses.

Eddie turned the water on and got in the shower first. Cold water getting warmer once it got to hit his skin, wetting his hair, taking all of his little drops of sweat with it.

You followed him, softly pushing him against the wall to also start to get wet. You kissed him, hands going straight to his hair, his went straight to your hips, pulling you even closer.

As you keep making out, your hands lower to his chest, to his belly, and his v-line, caressing him sensually. His hands grab your ass, squeezing it, silently asking you to keep lowering your own hands. But you pull away from him.

“Time to get you soaped up now” you say as you grab the slippery bar and start to slowly run it through his chest. You continue with just your hands, stroking his arms, his belly, and this time you actually do lower your hands more, you grab his cock and massage it, the soap making it easier. Eddie exhales out throwing his head back against the wall too. You stroke him until you feel all the soap has run off with the water, and then you get on your knees.

You kiss his cock, lick it and stroke it until you’ve had your fun messing with him. That’s when you put your lips around it, going up and down with your head.

“F-fuck yeah” Eddie moans and you feel one of his hands on your head, following your movements. “Just like that baby, your mouth feels so good”

You hallow your cheeks and stroke with a hand what you can’t reach with your mouth.

“Mphm” he moans again biting his lips. Your eyes looking up at him. If you thought he looked hot before at the woods, it’s cause you had forgotten how fucking hot he looked getting head: his head thrown back against the wall, eyes closed shut, heavy breathing, biting his lower lip but still letting small whimpers out.

“God baby, it feels so good” he moans and he opens his eyes to look down at you, only turning him up more, if that was even possible. Getting him closer to cum.

And that’s when you stop. You pull away and stand back up. Eddie understands what you mean, you want him to fuck you. But he wanted to play with you a little bit.

He grabs you and pushes you against the wall this time. He grabs the soap and rubs it slowly on your arms first, then your chest. He leaves the bar of soap to continue with his hands. He massages your breasts, pinching you nipples a bit to make you gasp, lowers to soap up your belly and he finally reaches where you need him the most. You feel two of his fingers touch your cunt, spreading your lips.

“You’re so wet, just from having my dick in your mouth baby?” he teases.

His fingers focus their pressure on your clit, rubbing it slowly, causing your body to send shivers down your spine.

He smirks watching you take the pleasure he’s causing you. He kisses your neck and with his other hand he squeezes and pinches your breast.

As he feels you getting closer and closer to your orgasm, he gets on his knees in front of you, puts one of your legs over his shoulder and quickly attaches his mouth to your clit, liking and sucking on it until you finally reach your high.

“Eddieee! Yes yes yes yes” you moan pulling on his hair and arching your back.

“Turn around, sweetheart” he says after getting up, leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck. “Ready?”

“Yes Eddie, please” you assure him once you’re facing the wall, hands on it, arching your back and turning your head to your side to see him. You feel the head of his dick through your folds, getting it wet with your arousal, to finally push it inside slowly, just to tease you a bit more.

“Oh sweetheart, you always feel so good around me, squeezing my cock” He praises you, grabbing your hips so hard probably leaving marks, moving faster now, harder.

“Fuck, Eddie” you can’t help but moan, trying to grab onto something but all your hands meet are the tiles on the bathroom wall. “God Eds! This feels so good- you always make me feel so good!”

“Yeah? You like how I make you feel, baby?”

“I love it!”

“Such a good girl, are you my good girl? Only mine, aren’t you?” he asks possessively.

“Yes! Only yours”

“Exactly, you’re my favorite girl, only one I want to be with” he praised you, not even realizing what he was saying. He just said what he felt and then this would be future Eddie’s problem to face.

But oh was this working for you. All his praising put you more into a headspace where all you could think of was Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie.

He realized this. He could feel you clenching around him, getting even wetter and making him move faster inside you because of this.

Your back arched like a cat, mouth opened into an O shape, eyes closed shut, clenching your fists so tightly that your fingernails split your skin open. But you didn’t feel the pain, didn’t even realized. All you felt was pleasure.

Eddie started stroking your clit to make the matters worse. And you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna cum, please let me cum!” you begged.

“Oh you wanna cum? Am I making you that good? Show me baby, show me how good I make you feel? Cum for me”

And this was like a praise for him. Feeling you come undone around him, thanks to him. Listening to you screaming his name, screaming for him. Boosted his ego and his confidence and somehow it made him even more into you, more, more and more every time he made you feel this good.

He was holding you so tightly, one hand grabbing your hip and the other squeezing one of your breasts. Cock moving into you so good, squeezing him just right. He looked down to see where you two joined, seeing himself covered in your arousal and your cum. He felt like he was in heaven.

He couldn’t help but start moaning you name as well as cursing for how good you were making him feel.

“I’m almost there baby, I’m gonna cum for you”

“Mmh yes, Eddieee”

And he finally collapsed. You felt him filling you up.

You stayed a few minutes quietly like that. Eddie holding you close. Both calming down until you could breathe properly again.

He pulled out, and as soon as he did, he saw his cum running down on your thighs. And scratch what he thought before, this was heaven for him.  

He got on his knees and ran his tongue over your slit collecting your juices, tasting you two together.

This felt so dirty and so good. He started eating you out again and you used all the strength you had left to keep moaning, face against the wall but you felt so sensitive that he was able to make you feel good one last time for that night.

You finished showering- or… well, started actually showering now. He helped you out and wrapped you around a towel, then himself. You brushed each other’s hair, and got dressed.

“That was… just- perfect” you found the words to describe it once you laid on the couch, he suggested you stayed and watch a movie with him, and you couldn’t say no.

“It really was,” he said with a smile on his face “and I meant what I said, you are the only one I want to be with” he finished a little nervously.

“Really?” you asked with a smile and he nodded. “I feel the same, Eddie”

“Sweetheart, this friends with benefits thing was great, amazing actually. But I want to be more than that, you mean more than that to me” he confessed.

“Eds, I like you so much more than that” You told him and kissed him softly.

“Would you be my girlfriend? Please?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, I will” you returned the smile and kissed him again.

And let’s just say that now Robin and Mike were $20 poorer, and Steve, Lucas and Dustin $20 richer.

[artaxlivs]

“Ok, when I say go - squeeze as hard as you can.”

Eddie was going to lose it. There was absolutely zero chance he was going to be able to sit through this display without having a display of his own. He squirmed where he was sitting in the grass, bringing his knees up in a way he hoped was real fucking casual.

“Smooth,” Robin whispered from her spot in the shade next to him. She was leaned back on her hands, giraffe legs sprawled out in front of her so she could poke Henderson with her toes. He kept swatting back at her and ignoring the fact that he was missing entirely. Too focused on the stopwatch and notebook in his hand. What a nerd.

Max got up from where she’d been sitting on the other side of Robin and joined Lucas in his patio chair. Poor Lucas looked like he was on cloud nine which must mean they were currently off on the on-again-off-again cycle of their relationship. Settling in, Max turned to grin at Eddie, sharp and evil. It was clear she’d only moved there to see how this was affecting him. She was a horrible child. His least favorite. 

Except that she wasn’t.

Sticking his tongue out at her, Eddie looked back to the scene in front of him.

The ground around them was littered with crushed fruits. Steve’s thighs were shiny with orange juice. His tiny little shorts had ridden up so high that it had passed indecent before he’d even finished with the citrus fruit. Eddie gulped as his eyes traced over the clear bulge in Steve’s little green shorts. He refused to lift his eyes to Steve’s bare chest with his smattering of moles and coarse hair.

And there was not a chance in hell that Eddie was going to make eye contact with that smirk of Steve’s. He knew what the fuck he’d started. With the kids around and everything! Granted, all Steve had done was crush an empty soda can between his thighs and then the challenge had been on. Lucas had sworn he could do it, too. And he did. But he couldn’t manage to do the lemon. Steve had though. And the orange. and whatever the fuck a papaya was. And on through all the fruit in Steve’s kitchen - did he stock up for this? Who kept that much fruit on hand?

Now, he had a whole ass melon between those thick thighs of his. And Steve had been working out all summer. Running, yes, but it was the squats that drove Eddie to madness. The sunkissed skin wrapped around thick muscles, covered in downy hair, begging, screaming for Eddie to touch them. To run his fingers up them and squeeze, to bury his face between them and finally clear his head with the musky scent of Steve Harrington.

Fuck. Eddie should have escaped into the house. He was never gonna be able to keep his cool. Steve sat back, adjusting around so everyone could see the length of his legs as he crossed his ankles, shifting the melon a little as he got into position.

Eddie whimpered.

“Oh, who cares?” Mike scoffed, “So your big dumb jock legs can make us a fruit salad. Big deal.” He elbowed Will who was staring very intently at Steve. Eddie grinned, covering his mouth and flicking his eyes at Robin who’s eyes were wide and who’s mouth was an O of shock. “We aren’t impressed. Right, Will?”

“Shhh, Mike.” Will waved a hand but didn’t shift his focus away from Steve, “Later.”

Mike sputtered, looking from Will’s intent gaze down to Steve’s thighs. Eddie saw it the moment Mike realized what was going on. He looked shocked. Then angry. Then jealous. And last, scared. There it was. Finally. Jesus.

If Eddie had to suffer through this, at least some good would come of it. Mike would finally realize that he needed to get his head out of his ass. It was about--

“Go!” Dustin yelled, clicking the tab on the top of the watch.

Steve grunted, squeezing his thighs together. His fingers flexed against the ground behind him and his ass came up off the patio a few inches as he sort of ...oh dear god...arched up into it. He clenched his thighs, his hips, his gorgeous fucking ass, Eddie held his breath, clenched his own thighs to not arch up in response, biting his lips to keep from panting and moaning and then--

CRACK! The melon split clear up the middle, splooging juice right up the seam of Steve’s clenched thighs. It dripped out under him and Eddie could taste cooper he was biting down so hard on his bottom lip.

Dustin had already released the timer, cheering with everyone. Eddie resolutely did not look up, keeping his eyes trained on the slowly growing puddle under Steve instead. It was so hot. It was fucking obscene. 

“Alright, what’s next?” Dustin said with a sunny smile, looking up from where he’d noted the time in his spiral notebook.

“Me.” Eddie heard himself say and launched himself at his boyfriend. Steve muttered something about it being about time right before Eddie smashed their mouths together.

“Um...should I...start the timer?” he heard Dustin ask. 

There were a bunch of squelching thuds as people must have thrown crushed fruit at him.

[xhoneygirlxx]

Life Sized

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: After a spell gone wrong, Eddie Munson is stuck with a real life Lucky Lucy doll.

warnings: fluff. slight angst. grump x sunshine reader. cussing. mentions of Eddie dealing. strangers to friends. Reader is a doll, "Lucky Lucy", however because she's made up skin tone, body type, and ethnicity is not mentioned. Eddie calls reader doll/Luce/Lucy Reader does wear Eddie's clothes. Reader and Eddie are around 20 (even though reader is a doll, she's been out for about 20 something years). 90s era.

*if I missed anything please let me know!

a/n: hi my loves! I'm so sorry for the wait but life was hectic for the past few days with schedule changes and birthday plans. I want to let you guys know I am slightly hung over so this might now be the best. Anyway, thank you guys for joining me on this birthday adventure! Love you guys :)

Cause we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl

“Woah woah woah woah woah,” Eddie waves hand back and forth, eyes closed as he tries to process what he just heard, “You did what?” 

Sighing heavily, Dustin stands up from the well loved couch that sits in the Munson’s trailer. “If you listened the first time you would have heard me. I said, I went to the crazy lady’s store in the hopes of bringing Chews back from the dead because I can’t watch my mom cry anymore. Before I created a monster out of a dead cat, we decided to practice on Mike’s sister’s doll,” Turning his body slightly, Dustin points to the pretty girl that sits in the recliner. 

“It didn’t work but when we woke up this morning she was sitting there.” The curly haired boy stares at the older boy in front of him, semi out of breath from his fast speaking. 

“Let me get this straight, you went to the one place that is off limits to everyone in Hawkins, bought a book of spells, and then brought a doll to life, only to bring said doll to my house?” His voice is loud enough to ricochet off the thin walls. 

“Well you said everything I just said, but yeah pretty much.” The young boy nods causing the curls of his hair to bounce. 

“Nuh uh, no, I don’t want any parts of this.” Shaking his head, Eddie begins to push the younger boy towards the door. 

“Eddie please,”  Will begs from his spot on the couch, “We have no one else to turn to.” 

“Yeah, come on Eddie, we need our dungeon master.” Lucas adds, knocking his shoulder into Mike who stays quiet on the arm of the sofa. 

“Hey don’t bring me into this, I didn’t want to do it.” Mike throws his hands up defensively, only to change his answer when the other two boys give him a stern look. 

“I-I mean, Eddie, we need your help.” It comes out more like a question than a plea but it’s the best they're going to get out of the black haired boy. 

Locking eyes with the older man who still has a hand on his shoulder, Dustin does his best to give the world's cutest puppy dog eyes. 

“Please, Eddie. I need you.” It’s quiet and sincere, and because it’s coming from Dustin it goes straight to Eddie’s heart, tugging tightly on the strings. 

Fuck why did he have to have such a soft spot for the kid. 

“I swear to Ozzy himself, if you don’t fix this in twenty four hours, your ass is grass.” A ringed finger is pointed at Dustin, his eyes going semi cross eyed from watching it wag in his face. 

Turning his body quickly, Eddie points his finger to the other three boys who sit wide eyed on the couch. “And that goes for you three. Your asses will be hanging right next to Wayne’s mugs if it doesn’t get fixed. Capiche?” 

When all four heads nod vigorously, Eddie straightens his posture and releases a sigh so loud it sounds like all the air from his lungs came out.

"Can I just say, you remind me of Lucky Lars! He has cool tattoos and long hair like you too!" You're looking right at him, eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Jesus H. Christ, there's really a talking doll in my house." Eddie's voice sounds like a whining child as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Alright it seems like everything is fine here, so we're gonna go ahead and leave." Before Eddie can stop Dustin or the rest of the younger boys, they're already out the door and gone.

"Great, just fucking great." Slapping a hand down to his thigh, Eddie spins on his heel and heads to the kitchen. He needs a fucking beer, or maybe six, either way he needs something to get him through this nightmare.

Opening the fridge, he grabs a cold can of pbr and gulps it right down without taking one breath. The liquid goes down so smooth and for a minute Eddie seems to forget the predicament he's in. Then you speak and he's instantly brought back to reality.

"Um, excuse me sir," It comes out so graceful and sweet and he hates it.

Without moving his head in your direction, he spits an angry "what" at you - teeth gritting and fist clenching. A part of him regrets being mean with you, it's not your fault this whole shitshow happened.

"I um, just wanted to ask if everything was okay." He hates that your pretty face is scrunched up with so much sadness and that he's the cause of it.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

"Yeah, just peachy." It's forced through his tight lip smile.

"Oh well that's great!" You annoyingly clap your hands together and he winces at the sound. "When can we go shopping?"

Eddie didn't know who he wanted to kill more, you, Dustin, or himself. Why he even agreed to taking you to Starcourt was beyond him, but God was the whole experience horrible. You commented on every single thing, stopped and looked at mundane objects, and ooh'd and awee'd every time you stepped in a new store.

Every store you walked into, you left with multiple bags, which Eddie had to carry. To make matters worse he had to pay for everything, burning a hole right through his drug dealing money. You're a doll for heaven sake, why the hell would you have money?

On the way home you would not stop talking about the whole experience, comparing everything to Lucy's Lucky Land. To make matters worse, you wouldn't stop touching the radio until you landed on the most ear bleeding pop song.

The moment the two of you arrived back at the trailer, Eddie realized he couldn't escape this nightmare. He was stuck with you until those little shit heads could come up with a solution to the problem.

"Alright, just uh.. put your bags somewhere in the corner." Eddie instructs, pointing in the cleanest corner of his bedroom.

Pink heels step on the brown shag carpet of his room, eyes traveling around as you take everything in. It was completely different from what you were used to, clothes scattered everywhere, cups and dishes stacked up, and posters with names you've never heard of.

It amazes you just like everything else you've seen today. You've never seen a room like this, not even the boy's back home had rooms like this. With wide eyes and agape mouth, you spin around with open arms, just like you did when you walked into the mall.

"Oh, Eddie! This is so beautiful!" With your bags still in hand, you sit down on the mess that is his bed.

"Oh my lucky stars!" You gasp, "Your bed is so soft!" Proving your point, you bounce on your butt causing the springs to creak with every movement.

Eddie watches from the doorway, unamused by your entertainment.

"Ugh yeah, it's a bed. Don't you have those in Lucky Land of Lucy or whatever it's called." Crossing his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow in questioning.

"It's Lucy's Lucky Land," you correct him, still smiling ear to ear, "and yes we do have beds! Our beds are made of plastic though, not bouncy like this one!" Sliding the bags from your arms, you continue to bounce but now you use your arms to make yourself go higher.

"Right, I should've known." He drawls.

Crossing into the room, Eddie starts taking off his vest and leather jacket, followed by his heavy boots. He doesn't realize that you've stopped bouncing, now honed in on his movements.

Turning around from where he stands by his dresser, he's met with the sight of you trying to take your shirt off.

"H-hey now, let's not do that." Turning his head to the side so he doesn't see anything he's not supposed to, he stretches his arms out to stop your hands from moving.

"Did I do something wrong?" You're so sincere when you say it, innocence dripping off of you like raindrops on a flower's petals.

"You can't just start taking your clothes off, Luce." His eyes are still to the floor, cheeks glowing red from the flush that's creeped it's way there.

"But I thought that's what you were doing." It sounds dejected and Eddie chances a look at you and he instantly regrets it.

There you sit on his messy, old, stain ridden bed, glossy pout on your lips and eyes glassy with tears. In that moment he sees you, the girl that's been nothing but sunshine and rainbows all day, the girl that's taken every indirect insult he threw with a smile on your face, now reduced to tears because of him.

"No, sweetheart, I was just taking off my shoes and jacket. When it's ready to change I'll let you do it in privacy." He tried his best to explain to you not wanting to upset you anymore.

"Are you mad at me?" You sniffle.

His eyes study your face, watching the tears roll down the plush skin of your cheeks. The more he looks, the worse his frown gets. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"B-because you d-don't want m-me here. I-I didn't mean to r-ruin your life Eddie." Tears now fall like a stream of water and words are being choked out through hiccups.

Eddie can feel all the blood drain from his body, cemented to the floor of his room. You're reduced to tears and snot because you think he hates you. He made you feel this way through constant eye rolls and loud huffs. You've been nothing but kind to him, trying everything in your power to get him to have one decent conversation with you. Yeah, there were some things he couldn't wrap his mind around when it came to you, especially when you tried to chase down a squirrel in pure curiosity, but you were trying.

Just this afternoon were you dropped off in a stranger's home, new to everything in the world, with not one single clue about life outside of your little playland. You didn't ask to be brought to life, you didn't ask for any of this but Eddie made it your problem the minute you opened your mouth.

He doesn't know what to do or say, he just stands there completely silent watching your shiny exterior crumble to nothing.

"I j-just wanted to be y-your friend b-but you hate me." Your small palms catch your face, your sobs now echoed in the curve of your hands.

"Lucy," Eddie walks over to you, dropping to his knees in front of you, "I don't hate you, okay?"

Separating two of your fingers, you peek at him from the comfort of your hiding spot and quickly retreat when brown eyes peer into yours.

"Lucy,” He calls but you don't move.

"Luuuccy," This time it's sung but still no movement from you.

Releasing a deep breath, he tries to think of something that will make you happy.

"I guess I'll just have to find someone else to play with my hair." Shagging his shoulders, Eddie sighs sadly and drops his head.

"I can play with your hair?" You sniffle, face still shining with the wetness of your tears.

Craning his head back to you, he smiles softly and nods his head. In an instant your jumping up from the bed, clapping your hands together in happiness.

"So what kind of jobs do they have in Lucy Land?" Eddie asks, wincing slightly from your finger untangling a knot in his hair.

"Oh we have so many! I've been a fashion designer, model, singer, baker, doctor, and a ballerina!" Your fingers continue to intertwine sections of the curly brown hair, trying to be as delicate as possible.

"Then there's Lars, the one you remind me of, and he's an action star. Then there's Lance who is a race car drive. Linda is a teacher, Lorelai is a painter, Lily is a florist, and then there's Larry, he doesn't have a job."

"Why doesn't Larry have a job?" He asks, flinching slightly when you pull a little too hard for his liking.

"Cause he's Larry." You say nonchalantly.

Pulling the scrunchie from Eddie's wrist, you tie off the first braid before moving on to the next one.

"What's your job?" It's an innocent question but it still makes him choke on his drink.

"I ugh, I uh work in sales?" It's the best answer he can come up with, not wanting to explain what drug dealing means to your innocent ears.

You continue to tug on his hair, pulling and twisting strands. "What's that?"

"I sell things." Blood rushes to the tips of his ears and apples of his cheeks.

"Like what?"

Eddie would rather deal with the yanking of his hair than answer this question. He racks his brain for an answer, letting a small pause settle over the conversation.

"I sell brownies to people." Doing his best to shrug, embarrassment sinking to the pit of his stomach.

"Oh my golly!!! I love making brownies," You gasp and then pause for a moment, "but in my world our ovens and food are fake, so I wouldn't know how to do it in your world."

"Wait, so what do you eat?" Eyebrows are pinched together in confusion.

"Oh Eddie, you're so silly." You giggle, reaching for his other wrist that adorns the pink scrunchie.

Tying the end of his braid, you pat his shoulders gently, "All done."

The lanky boy stretches from his position on the floor, knees creaking from the movements. Walking over to his mirror, calloused fingers run over the french braids, shocked by how neat they are.

"Wow," he whispers, "They look really good, doll." Eyes still trailing over his hair, head moving side to side making sure to see every angle.

"They look so good because I had such a pretty model." Your lips are sprawled out into a smile.

Eddie finds himself blushing again, bats swarming around in his tummy and heart skipping multiple beats. Trying his best to shake it off, he claps his hands together and spins to face you.

"How about I make you my famous mac and cheese for payment?"

"Who knew food could be so good?" A satisfied sigh falls from your lips.

"Yeah, who would've thought?" Eddie snorts, sarcasm soaking his words.

Leaning back onto the couch, your eyes flutter shut in contentment. Your hands sit folded on top of your belly, shoeless feet propped up on the coffee table in front of you.

Eddie lets you enjoy your food coma, picking up the empty bowls and walking them to the sink. He decides it would be better if he washes them now, not wanting Wayne to get home and bitch him out for having a full sink.

Once the dishes are done and dried, he walks back into the small living room and is met with the sight of you sleeping. Long eyelashes fall on the tops of your cheeks, your permanent smile still sits on your pretty glossed lips, and small snores falling from your nose.

For a moment he just looks at you, eyes following the lines of your features for the first time all day. When you first showed up, he could see that you were pretty and during the mall trip he'd find little details he hadn't noticed before, but right now he's really taking his time to admire you.

You're so beautiful, flawless really, and man did he get lucky having you crash into his life. You're a doll, something that's made of plastic, but nothing about you screams fake. You're so sweet and kind, always quick to accept whatever apology he gives you when he's been shitty.

Your spirit and energy shines brightly through you, bringing light to the darkness of his reality like the sun coming out on a cloudy day. You're all pink and sparkles, glitter and fluff, while he's black and spikes. For all the bad in the world, you remind Eddie of all the good.

He doesn't hate you, in fact he likes you and he wants to have you around for a bit longer. He wants to be friends with you, teach you about the real world and everything it has to offer. For the first time today Eddie realizes that this might not be so bad, not when he gets to relive all the cool things in life with you by his side.

Stalking over to you, he gently shakes your shoulder. "Luce, hey Lucy. Come on, s'time to wake up."

Squinting from the harsh yellow lighting of the room, your lips pout slightly from the rude intrusion of your slumber.

"Come on, Luce. We're gonna go to bed now." Holding out a hand to you, Eddie helps you stand up from the couch.

"I don't have jammies." You sound like a small child, voice quiet and hushed from how tired you are.

"What did you get at the mall then?" Leading you to the edge of the bed, he helps you sit down.

"I bought cute clothes to wear during the day." You shrug, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand.

"Of course you did." It's quiet enough so you can't hear, fingers rubbing hard over his forehead. "Alright, well I have something you can wear."

Digging through his drawers, Eddie finds an old Hellfire shirt and a pair of sweatpants from high school he doesn't wear anymore. Walking back over to you, he hands you the clothes and instructs you to change when he leaves the room and to call for him when you're done.

When your groggy voice echoes from behind the closed door, he slowly creeps in. You're still sitting in the same spot now wearing his clothes.

"Everything fit okay?" You nod, eyes growing heavier the longer you're up.

"Good, good. Well let me help you," Eddie leans over you, trying to fluff up the pillows the best that he can. Pulling the covers back, he tucks you into place.

"I'll be sleeping on the couch, so if you need anything just call my name and I'll be back." Giving you a tight lipped smile, he turns to shut the bedside lamp off.

"Eds?" Your voice cuts off his actions. "Can you sleep in here with me?" You blink up at him tiredly, still as beautiful as ever.

"How about I sleep on the floor next to you? Is that okay?" Eddie offers and you quickly accept with a sleepy smile and a lazy nod.

"Okay let me grab some extra blankets from the closet and change, then I'll be in." He reassures and you wiggle around in a tiny dance making his chuckle.

"Hey Eddie," Again you cut his movements short, "Thanks for being my best friend. I like being here with you." Your smile is shy, fingers nervously picking at the frayed edges of the blanket.

"I like being with you too. Thanks for being my best friend." The two of you beam at one another, letting the warmth of your budding friendship sink into both of you.

Leaving the room Eddie makes sure to shut the door behind him. Before he digs for any kind of blanket, he moves to the phone that sits on the wall. Punching the numbers fast, he looks back to make sure you haven't left your spot.

After a few rings, the other line finally picks up to his relief.

"I know it's late but ugh," He checks the door one more time just in case, "Forget what I said earlier. Yeah, she's gonna be staying here for a bit longer."

After hanging up the phone and grabbing whatever he needed, he heads back into the room where you're now sound asleep. Throwing a pillow to the floor, he shuts off the light and lays down.

For a moment it's quiet, the darkness of the room lulling him to sleep quickly. Before his eyes slam shut, your arm snakes out from under the blanket, your awaiting palms sitting there for him. Without hesitation, he grabs on and holds it for dear life.

Yeah, having you around won't be so bad.

Thank you guys for reading! love you all <3

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[afewproblems]

21 from the angst prompt list with Steddie could be devastating or silly. But I’m a big fan of devastating especially when you do it!

Prompt 21: This isn't What It Looks Like

Thank you so much for sending this in Nonny! I hope that I've done the request justice! 😊 I thought that this would fit really well in my WIP Lost and Lonely Just Like Heaven, ghost Eddie AU. You don't necessarily have to read it to still enjoy the feels (which a definitely inspired by the new Stranger Things Season Five set photos) but I would recommend it!

Anyways, please enjoy!

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"Boy, you have about ten seconds to get the hell outta here before I put my foot up your ass," a gruff voice barks out from behind Steve. 

It's drizzling this morning, the drops make an audible pattern across the grass and stones around them and an ominous grumble of thunder in the distance threatens more to come.

Steve drops the rag in the bucket he brought with him and lifts his hands up; he knows who is standing behind him without turning around.

Wayne Munson. 

He has the same drawl in his voice that Eddie did, though slightly more pronounced, and really, who else would be here this early on a Sunday morning? 

"This isn't what it looks like," Steve says as he turns, still crouched down beside the gravestone, the new graffiti stands out, angry and red against the gray stone.

 

He gestures slowly at the bucket of soapy water and the brush hanging off the side, watching as the older man's eyes narrow slightly. 

Wayne looks tired, more haggard than when Steve had seen him at the school during the disaster relief event. His denim jack hangs off of his shoulders and no amount of salt and pepper stubble can hide the way his cheeks have become so gaunt. 

"Haven't we been through enough," Wayne sighs heavily as he raises a hand to wipe down over his face, "you have to take away an old man's place to mourn his boy? I know what you people thought of him".

"Mr. Munson, please," Steve slowly stands up and takes a deep breath, "I'm a friend of Dustin's, I just wanted to help".

He points at the bucket again, "he hasn't been…" Steve swallows a heavy lump in his throat as he thinks of the way Dustin had sent him away the last time he went to see him. 

"He hasn't been good since…everything happened, and I just want to help because I know Eddie meant the world to him, to both of you". 

He doesn't mention the man standing in his peripheral vision, watching them both with a sad smile on his pale, scarred face. 

He also doesn't mention the way Dustin looked at Steve when he told him to get out of his life.

Steve blinks, ignoring the sharp sting in his nose as he tries to will away the moisture gathering at his lash line.

Eddie mouths something at him, but he can't hear it over the sound of the rain as the patter increases into a downpour. 

He blinks again and Eddie is gone.

Steve considers telling Wayne, but the other man still looks like he's about five seconds from telling Steve to go fuck himself, and if Dustin wasn't ready to hear it, he's certain Wayne won't be either.

Wayne is still staring at Steve, his jaw shifts as though he's chewing on the words he wants to say, 

"That boy, Dustin," Wayne says softly now, "he's a good kid, s'the only other one who came to talk to me other than Ed's band mates".

Steve nods, he knows Dustin is a good kid, that's part of the reason why his dismissal the other night hurt so goddamn much.

"I just want to make things better," Steve whispers into the rain, he watches as his breath collects in front of him in the cool morning air. 

Wayne shakes his head, gesturing at the head stone, the one with bright red words painted across the name Edward Munson. 

"There is no better kid, not for me at least". 

He sighs, long and low, and reaches into his jacket pocket for a crumpled pack of smokes. Wayne pulls a lighter from the same pack and cups his hand over the igniter to save it from the rain, flicking it again and again until he throws the plastic away from himself with shaking hands. 

Wayne drops the unlit cigarette into the wet grass and fixes Steve with a new angry glare, "you should go, we don't need any help, you're just going to draw more attention to it".

"But--"

"I told you to go," Wayne barks out, his pale face flushes as he takes a step towards Steve and the gravestone, "I don't know you from Adam, and I'm sure you mean well".

Steve takes a step back in surprise, and hurt, he wishes Robin had come with him. She was always better at explaining things, even if her word vomit often got them into more trouble than they were aiming for, she still managed to get the words out. 

"I won't ask again," Wayne says softly now, his face turned away towards the edge of the cemetery. 

Steve swallows hard and nods. He picks up the bucket from the ground and slowly makes his way back to the sidewalk. 

Steve takes a deep breath, forcing himself not to turn around, even as he hears Wayne fall to his knees at the grave. The thunder does nothing to drown out the way the older man begins to cry. 

[madaboutmunson]

Title: Found what I’m looking for

written for ‘pin’ prompt by @steddiemicrofic

wc: #388| rated: T | cw: cursing, reference to alcohol

Note: I wrote this when I saw the prompt and when I went to look at how to post, I saw the master list and that someone had used this game in their story too. Apologies for that it wasn’t intentional 🤍

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"Aren't you a little old for pin the tail on the donkey?" Robin mockingly impersonates Steve from about two hours and many cups of punch earlier.

"Shut up! I'm gonna show you shitbirds how this is done, and no amount of you trying to psyche me out is going to make a difference," Steve said confidently, "I've got this."

"'Course you do, Steve,' Dustin said in patronising support as he helped spin a blindfolded Steve around and let him go.

With one sense shut off, Steve carefully utilises his others to understand where he is. He could hear the music from the stereo blaring, but it was so loud it was hard for that to give him a sense of direction. He listened a little more carefully and heard a crunch of popcorn that he knew for sure was Robin.

He turned until Robin was where she should be for him to be facing the picture on the back of the door.

Dustin's new campaign party, whatever that meant, had been a crowded affair. A bunch of people from this new club he was in and some other collection of nerds from camps or other clubs were here, too. Steve had offered up his house to prevent Mrs Henderson from getting involved.

But Steve had spotted one of the kids spike the punch, immediately confiscated it, and escaped the Nerdfest with Robin to the game's garage, which was abandoned in favour of dragons, Star Trek, and an Atari.

Steve heard a click of the door handle, "HEY! No cheating. You move that thing. Your ass is grass!"

With the extra direction information, Steve headed toward it and reached out a hand quickly to hit something hard. He smiled, having found the door.

Weird, he thought the poster was paper, but it felt like fabric. Fancy.

Steve trailed his fingers around the fabric to try and figure out where to pin the tail, much to the amusement of Dustin and Robin.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You won't be laughing so hard when I'm declared the pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey king," Steve scoffed.

The laugh appeared from somewhere that made his stomach drop. Someone was right in front of him.

Steve quickly ripped off the blindfold and found his hand trailing over the t-shirt of a blushing but very smug-looking Eddie Munson.

[chaoticbeanz]

Hellfire’s Girl 2

Summary- A new girl moves to Hawkins and has already made an impression.

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!oc

Warnings- friends to lovers, slow burn, she/her pronouns, cursing, mainly nickname will be used,

Word Count- Almost 2k

Notes- There will be some straying from the storyline. Not a lot of Eddie in this one I apologize. Please don't forget to comment. I'd love to hear feedback.

Masterlist

Part 1

~3rd Person~

Peaches felt so much better about school and Hawkins in general. She had friends, her boys she decided to call them. And according to Dustin, she’d have a few more. She loves the nickname she was given. She never cared about fitting in but she was glad she found others who made her feel like she belonged. Hellfire made her feel like she was always meant to be there.

After lunch, the group began to separate, walking to their respective classes. Each member bid her farewell.

Before walking down the hall she called out, “Hey Gareth!”

He turned around, “What's up Peaches?”

“After school, did you still wanna have a ‘grass’ session with me?” she asked nervously, pushing up her glasses.

“Hell yeah! I’ll wait for you in the parking lot.”

“Perfect!” she smiled, turning in the opposite direction. Unaware that Eddie was right behind her, only able to catch Gareth’s response. Were they meeting after school? Did you like Gareth? He couldn't help feeling that little green monster creeping up again but it instantly faded when he saw her jump.

“Fuck Eddie!”

He liked hearing her say his name. She somehow made it sound so much sweeter.

~Lena~

“You scared the daylights out of me!” I smacked his arm trying to catch my breath as he raised them in defense.

“Forgive me, milady, that was not my intent.”

I couldn't help but giggle. “Uh huh sure. Then praytell, what is your intent, good sir?”

“To escort fair maiden Peaches to her next educational torture.” Eddie bows to sell the bit.

I had to contain the blush creeping up my cheeks. All the boys are using the nickname but it feels different when Eddie uses it.

When he looks up at me I shake my head, beginning to walk. “Don't you have a class too?” He didn't need to know yet that I had a study hall.

He stands up and jogs to catch up with me. “Mrs, O’Donnell can wait. Besides, I wanted to know what you thought about good ole Hawkins high.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “It’s not so bad. There is a clear imbalance in the hierarchy and everyone seems way too invested in basketball. I personally find it boring. Besides, I’m more of a band girl anyway.”

“Finally! Someone normal!” Eddie cheers out. I couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics.

“Everyone here seems small-minded, that they don't like change or the unconventional.”

“That's Hawkins for ya sweetheart. If you aren't cookie cutter then you're branded a ‘freak’.”

I forced myself to ignore the pet name. But it made me sad to think. Is that how the boys were labeled? Bullied because they dressed differently or liked other things that weren’t sports? Hawkins was so ass backward and it wasn't going to force me into conformity.

“Well, I guess that makes me a freak then.” I turned to face him as I stopped in front of the library.

Eddie looked at me with a look I couldn't quite place. Maybe I shouldn't read too much into it. He pointed at the library questioningly. “Oh, did I forget to mention I have a study hall?” I teased then curtsied. “I thank you good sir for the company. Now I bid thee farewell.”

He smirks at me and takes my hand, “But of course. Anything for Maiden Peaches.” Eddie kissed the back of my hand then sauntered off down the hall.

I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding in. I could feel how red my cheeks were as I walked through the doors looking for a table to sit at and attempt to study. Which proved to be more difficult than intended. Head clouded with Eddie when I knew it shouldn't be. C’mon Lena, you can't have a crush this quickly! You just met him! Besides, he's just being nice because you're the new girl. At least that's what I tried to convince myself. Maybe I could poke around and ask questions with Gareth? Though they seemed like best friends, he probably wouldn't share secrets with me.

Worth a shot.

~Eddie~

God, how was I crushing so hard already?! She’s absolutely perfect! I wanted to know everything about her. What music she listened to, and what movies she watched. Did she know D&D? How would she react to me having a band? I couldn't stop thinking about her.

After I walked away from her, I felt like I was on cloud nine. Fuck going to class. I decided I was going to skip this class and head to my picnic table for a smoke. Then I’d catch up with Gareth. I needed to know what was going on between them. I know I wasn't the only one captivated by not just her beauty but her humor and her charm as well. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Letting it fill my lungs then exhale all the smoke.

Maybe ‘m getting ahead of myself? What if she already has a boyfriend? Or what if she doesn't even like guys? I mean Buckley swings that way so it is possible. We just became friends, is it selfish of me to already want something more, to be more to her?

All my life in Hawkins, there wasn't anyone quite like Peaches.

As if on cue, the bell rang just as I stomped out my cigarette. Time to have a chat with Gareth.

~3rd Person~

When Eddie found Gareth, he casually put his arm around his best friend. Gareth could see the mischief in his eyes. “What did I do?”

“Heard you say you were meeting Peaches after school? What's that about?” Eddie tried not to sound desperate, but it may have come out as jealousy instead.

Gareth knew immediately then that his best friend had the hots for her. I mean could he blame him? It didn't stop him from having a bit of fun with Eddie. He didn't need to know that Gareth was secretly trying to help him in the long run. “Yeah man, she asked me if I wanted to share a joint with her.”

He could practically see the gears moving inside Eddie’s head. Trying not to show his agitation.

“You rarely smoke.” Eddie couldn't wrap his head around it. And he thought Peaches couldn't get any better. A grunge stoner goddess roamed these halls.

Of all people though, why’d you have to ask Gareth? His green monster was starting to get the better of him.

“Who am I to turn down such an offer? Besides, gives me the chance to get to know her more.”

Eddie wanted to punch the smirk off his face but contained himself. He had to remind himself that it was fair game. It didn't mean he liked the idea.

“Trying to get with our Peaches, Gare?”

“We’re just friends, Eds.” Just then the bell rang signaling the next class. “Look, I got to go. We’ll talk later man.”

Gareth walked away, leaving Eddie alone in the hallway.

Eddie’s mind was too preoccupied; he barely paid attention for the rest of the day. Well, even less than he usually did.

~Lena~

I couldn't be more happy than to hear the last bell ring. The day was finally over. My brain was fried and not in the way I wanted yet.

I quickly gathered my things and headed to my locker. I didn't want Gareth to have to wait long for me. As I started putting books into my locker, I thought about the questions I wanted to ask him that I didn't get to during lunch. Nothing super personal, just general things about the boys.

Once my locker was locked, I headed towards the doors. Pushing them open I see Gareth leaning against the building. “Sorry if I took too long.”

He turned his head and smiled, “It’s all good Peaches.”

I return the smile and walk towards my car, he pushes off the wall and follows.

“Do you have a spot or…?” I asked as I opened my door and tossed my bag in the back seat.

”Uh…most of the time it’s the back of Eddie’s van.” Gareth rubs the back of his neck, nervously laughing while we get into my car.

I turn my key and it roars to life. Eddie. I hadn’t even thought to ask him. Now I feel like an idiot and rude.

”Oh. Well now I feel bad. Had I known I would’ve asked him if he wanted to join too.”

”Don’t worry Peach. There’s always next time.”

I started reversing out of the spot I was in, “You’re right. We could go to my house if that’s cool with you? My parents let me smoke on the roof.”

”That’s badass! Mine won't even let me in the garage.”

I laughed as I pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards my house. “Oh, I have some tapes in my glove compartment if you don’t want to listen to Queen.”

In the corner of my eye I saw him reach and search through what I had. Though I had a feeling I knew what he’d pick.

“You listen to Black Sabbath?”

I knew he’d be shocked. One, it was considered “Devil music” and two, sometimes I didn’t look like the kind of girl to like that sort of music. But I didn’t care and I told him what I told everyone.

“Music is music Gareth. I like what I like.”

”I knew I made the right decision becoming friends with you Peaches.”

I looked over at him and gave him a smile while at a red light. He put in the tape and we jammed out for the rest of the ride.

When I parked in front of my house, I noticed that neither of my parents were home yet. Which was fine, I wasn’t uncommon since they both had jobs. Before I got out of my car, I reached into the glove compartment to retrieve my last joint and placed it in my pocket.

I unlocked my front door and we entered. “Welcome to Casa de Peaches. Make yourself a home.” I relocked the door then tossed my keys on the coffee table and my bag on the couch. “Before we head to the roof, we should probably grab some drinks and snacks. I don’t know about you but I get major munchies.”

I gestured for him to follow me into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a drink. “You can have whatever you want.” I said leaving it open for him to choose. We each grabbed a few snacks from the cabinet as well then he followed me to my room.

”You got a nice place Peaches.” I hear Gareth say as we reach the top of the stairs.

”It’s not so bad. I’m still getting used to it.”

As soon as I opened my door, I was mortified. “Fuck!”

I had forgotten that I had shit everywhere. Clothes, shoes, books, tapes and records. My room looked like a raid happened while I was at school. I could hear Gareth chuckle from behind me. “I am so sorry it’s so messy. I usually have it fairly clean when friends are over.” He probably thinks I’m gross because girls are supposed to be cleaner than boys.

”It reminds me of my room, but slightly girly.” He laughed. “Don’t worry. I don’t think less of you.”

Well that’s a relief.

I place my snacks on my small side table next to the window. While Gareth did the same, I quickly started cleaning up some of the disaster. He noticed. “Seriously Peaches, it's fine.”

He ended up grabbing my shoulders to stop me from moving around.

”Okay. Okay.” I took a deep sigh then fished out the joint from my pocket. I couldn’t stop the smirk that was forming.

”Let's light this sucker!”

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“grass” session will be in part 3

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Billy Hargrove Masterlist ♥️

This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about Billy Hargrove.

Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.

Asked Out: 

Summary/Request: “Meeting billy for the first time? Maybe the reader is dustins sister or something. They could go on a date etc?”

Favorite Pain:

Summary/Request: “prompt 7 and 14;) with Billy Hargrove, do whatever it is you please!!"

Ass Is Grass:

Summary/Request: “billy hargrove - enemies to lovers with prompt 17?? <3333"

Make Me Stay:

Summary/Request: “Billy and the reader having a fwb relationship but he's not really nice or gentle, more just using her and she finally has enough of it?"

I'm A Gentleman Now:

Summary/Request: “the little thing you wrote about Eddy comforting reader was so cute!!! sooo naturally my mind wandered off to Billy immediately and now I would like to request the same prompt, but with him :))"

Not Afraid:

Summary/Request: “CAN YOU PLEASE DO BILLY HARGROVE W THE PROMPT 'I'm not afraid of you.' PREFERABLY NSFW?"

Gentle:

Summary/Request: “can you do 18 and 21 from your prompts list with billy hargrove🤍"

Don't Believe You:

Summary/Request: “So... Can I ask about prompts 2, 8 and 21 with Billy Hargrove please? Like, the reader have a pretty heavy life trying to be perfect for her family, and stuff."

Heroic:

Summary/Request: “billy opening up to the reader abt his childhood, and the reader comforts him?"

Precious Cargo:

Summary/Request: “Following the move of the Byers, with El, to California and everything that happens with Vecna, the reader and Hopper move back into his Cabin in the woods, taking the time to fix it up. She has trouble adjusting, even after the years of being free from the lab, she still struggles to fit into the puzzle that is Hawkins. But with the new friends she's made while attempting to save the world and the object of her attraction, Billy, she begins to understand what it's like to be an actual 18 year old, not a lab rat."

Like This:

Summary/Request: “I'm literally obsessed with how you write soft Billy, so I would like to request a little fluff/angst/soft-in-general fic with Billy and trope 1 (There's only one bed)"

Loving This:

Summary/Request: “FUCK man like imagine eddie or Billy hitting it from behind, hand fisted into your hair or gripping your shoulder to force you back into their thrusts 🤤 or them leaning all the way forward so their chest is pressed against your back and whispering dirty words to you🥵"

Bitten:

Summary/Request: “Billy would leave such dark hickys and bite marks along your neck and thighs so when you wear shorts or skirts they're visible and he'd cover ABSOLUTELY every inch of your chest with hickys 🤤 making sure everyone knows your his"

Backdoor:

Summary/Request: “Okay but a fic of reader and Billy doing anal…..?"

Seething:

Summary/Request: “Billy finding out that the reader gets hit by their parents because the parents are drunk?"

Worth Your While:

Summary/Request: “okay okay, but after Eddy and Steve,, what about Billy cumming too fast ??"

Overstimulation:

Summary/Request: “PLEASE im begging you to do something with billy being submissive and the reader edging/overstimming him and maybe possibly having a slight mommy kink 🙏 this inspired me im on my hands and knees rn"

Devour Me:

Summary/Request: “prompt number 17 wirh billy pls!!"

Purely Wholesome:

Summary/Request: “i love your work !! can you maybe write something with billy? like maybe the reader acted the whole day like a brat, teasing billy and now he gets to punish her and fuck the attitude out of her?😩"

Gentleman Nonetheless:

Summary/Request: “22, prompt list, billy Hargrove, nsfw"

Little Things:

Summary/Request: “ic with Billy where you and him have been in a relationship for a little while and one day you happen to find out that all this time he’s held onto all kinds of little things you have him. Like for example little notes you wrote him in class, or receipts from dates, maybe things you don’t even recognise anymore. You had never expected Billy to do this, yk, cause he’s Billy."

Enemies:

Summary/Request: “OMG CAN YOU DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W BILLY HARGROVE?"

Gain or Lose:

Summary/Request: “Could you please do a Billy Hargrove fluff of the reader being insecure of their looks as their mother is pestering them to continuously fix themselves up please and thank you?"

Feisty:

Summary/Request: “lifeguard billy x reader one shot? Like he’s all touchy and kissy with her even tho he’s at work and maybe a bit steamy? And he makes sure she knows that he only had eyes for her and doesn’t give a shit about the others (moms in particular lmao)"

Twelve Pack:

Summary/Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could write about Billy and reader having the biggest argument in their relationship but in the middle of the argument the reader gets an anxiety attack?"

Bloody and Broken:

Summary/Request: “recently i’ve been a little bit too interested with billy hargrove fics pfft but i wanted to mix two things from the prompt list and wanted to see your take with it:) 22 and 10"

Abandoned:

Summary/Request: “I peeped into your prompt list and was inspired to request a Billy Hargrove x fem!reader fic 👀"

Sacrificial Lamb:

Summary/Request: “billy x reader fic where the reader has this negative idea of billy bc she heard rumors that he was just a terrible person, but they end up being forced to spend time together for whatever reason."

Pull Over:

Summary/Request: “Hiii! Can I please request Jealousy/Friends with Benefits with The Prompts 'Make Me”with Billy Hargrove please"

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because of you • ( teaser II )

TEASER FOR @sattlersquarry from my 500 follower mixtape requests – another crumb cos it's being a real pain in the ass, hoping for the full fic by next week, bbs!! – xoxo

They were crazy for this. All of them. Weren’t they?

To think they could kill some interdimensional whatever-the-fuck he was after everything he’d done. Summoned demon dogs from the depths of hell and conjured some melted people monster and burrowed into the depths of people’s darkest memories just so he could kill them from the inside out.

Yet here they were. All of them.

To help Max.

To help Eddie.

Had already saved his ass however many times and what had you done other than talk shit?

Letting out a sigh you watched as Eddie and Dustin shoved each other around in the grass, armed with garbage can lids full of nails, and it didn’t exactly instill you with confidence but when Dustin screamed NO WEDGIES! you couldn’t help laughing.

The funnel in your hands slid a bit left as you lost focus and you felt liquid pour down your hands and wrists.

“Shit, hold it still,” Steve quickly tipped the kerosene can back and set it down to grab a piece of ripped towel.

“Dammit,” you hissed under your breath, cheeks burning with embarrassment as you went to wipe your hands on your sweater, but when you looked back up at Steve he was looking too. Eyes warm like honey. Moles dotting along his cheek and jaw like tiny constellations. Skin like it held summer and when you blinked away the haze he’d put you in, you realized he was reaching out to you.

“Here, get that off so it doesn’t burn,” he said a little softer. Cloth in one hand, he took yours in the other and wiped at the kerosene.

Oh, fell from your lips. Surprised. Unsure. Your skin buzzing where he touched you and you swallowed thick as you felt your heart flutter against your neck.

“Uh–here. You can get the rest,” Steve said quickly, shoving the cloth at you and dropping your hand to wipe his on his jeans.

“Thanks,” you mumbled back.

It was quiet for a moment as he cleared his throat and picked up the can of kerosene again. You followed suit and grabbed your empty vodka bottle and funnel. Wordlessly he leaned over to hold your hands still with his and began pouring. Once it was steady he let go, eyes flicking over to look at you.

“I’m an asshole,” he admitted, breaking the silence, and you had to focus really hard to not fumble the bottle again.

“I didn’t say it,” you started and he laughed under his breath. A low, warm thing that made the air around you fizzle and crack like fireworks in July.

“Didn’t say you did,” he teased back, lips still tugged up in a smile, but it fell the longer he looked at you. “I know Eddie didn’t do it,” he said and the change in his tone surprised you. Told you he was serious and you had to look away to try to gather yourself back up again.

"Good," your voice was small, not like you, but it was full of gratitude and it made Steve smile again. Even if it was only a little one.

[love-toxin]

loser's club initiation vol II - eddie munson

volume one

plot: you've been dragged into eddie's little club with some conditions in place, but even so, it seems like it might be more fun than you expected. a place where you can be yourself, such a rarity for someone like you--until a certain someone encroaches on your new home, and starts what may be the end of your life as you know it, both in the good way and the bad.

cws: gn!reader, outcast!angelface, violence, fighting, derogatory language, blood/bruises, mild trauma bonding, angel goes into detail about their abuse/foster care, hurt/comfort, confessions, fluff, enemies to lovers. (see prev part for extended tags!)

a/n: I'm glad everyone liked part 1! ty for the reblogs and love <3 enjoy your angela skate smash scene ;9

word count: 6.8k

It's no time at all that you're on your way down the hall towards the room where Hellfire Club is held, Eddie with a spring in his step as he leads the way. Getting there seemed to be the easy part–he acted as a lookout to make sure nobody was around each hallway he was unfamiliar with as far as routine, beckoning you along when the coast was clear. And when you two got to the way he normally took, he pulled you down a few side hallways and through a couple empty classrooms to get to the meeting. He really didn't need to grab your arm to pull you along, you would've stopped if you wanted to and he wouldn't be able to move you, as you had already proven. But there's so much excitement in his gait that you really don't think it matters, up until the moment he lays his hands on the double doors and pushes them open with a flourish, exposing the dim room lit up with stage lights and the gaggle of students crowded around the long table that all turn to look at you two.

You recognize a few from around, and a few that sound familiar based off the many descriptions Eddie has blabbed to you about in class. There's the guys from his band–Clouded Coffin? Or–no, Corroded Coffin, that's it–as well as a few younger kids, freshmen with "high potential" as he describes it, which include the kid brother of the incredibly popular Nancy Wheeler, Lucas and his little sister Erica, and Dustin Henderson, the kid who once tripped over your bookbag in the cafeteria and ran like hell like he thought you were going to eat him. But, shockingly, he doesn't seem to feel that way now, in fact his face seems to light up when he sees you–and so do the others, a few whispers being exchanged as you follow on the heels of their dungeon master into the sacred playing room.

"Silence, adventurers! And welcome our newest-"

"Potential."

"-party member!" You know Eddie's little spiels and dramatics so well you could see that ploy from a mile away, but despite your interruption the group claps for you in quite the spirited way. Feels as though he may have teased your arrival before you had even agreed to join, which is just so Eddie. Your eyes roll as he grabs your wrist and pulls you over to a separate table off to the side, while imploring the others to ready themselves for battle while he flips through his manuals and picks up everything you'll need to start playing. They devolve into mindless chatter, and you take the chance to clear something up while none of them are listening.

"...By the way. You'd better forget I said all that shit, Munson. Or your ass is grass." You mutter close enough that only he can hear, but you don't turn your head to make it seem less suspicious.

"Already forgotten." He holds his hands up in surrender, though his preoccupation with sorting out your necessities for a rousing game of D&D soon takes precedence. But you suppose there's little else you can say or do–you're already here, anyways.

"I don't even know why I said that…"

"Don't beat yourself up over it. S'fine. Like I said, totally forgotten." He grins, before plopping the pile of things he's gathered into your arms. "Now, it's time to prove yourself against the forces of evil."

The two of you move back over to the table, and he heads towards the seat at the very end, opposite where his DM screen sits and a throne of sorts resides. You're sure that particular seat is reserved for Eddie, but he passes it by and pulls the only empty chair out for you to plop yourself down on. And you do, because…you don't have a reason not to, but it's weird. You've never really had someone do a gesture like that for you, and especially not before they lean over you so closely that you can smell their cologne. A little cheap by the muskiness of it, but still on the nicer-smelling end than you would expect for someone of Eddie's reputation.

"Alright. You know the basics, right? Class, race, weapons, leveling?" He's testing the waters. Seeing if you really are as knowledgeable as he thinks you claimed to be. Which you didn't, but that doesn't mean you haven't picked up a thing or two or twelve from all his excited chatter in your ear during English.

"I wasn't born yesterday, Munson. Gimme five, and I'll be ready." He steps back and sweeps his arms out, graciously allowing you the floor before he hustles over on light feet to the throne and throws himself down into it. Henderson leans over to steal a glance at your page as your DM quickly scribbles some notes behind the screen, and his question pricks your ear like he's poking at it with a needle.

"You wanna be an orc?" If you remember correctly, Eddie hadn't mentioned any orc party members, nor many orc npcs. Based on his many, varied descriptions of the campaign and the adventures they've gone on already, the party is adventuring in an area where orcs aren't nearly as common.

"Orcs are cool, dumbass. Uruk-hai orcs are cool, at least." You don't even notice it, but Eddie is struck dumb by that. Not only are you familiar with D&D and know enough to make a character on the fly, but only now he's finding out that you've been reading fucking Tolkien under his nose? Has he just been blind the last few months?

"O-Oh, yeah, totally! Th-That's what I meant–super cool, they're way cool." Dustin's backpedaling could win a bronze medal at least, but you just click your tongue and keep writing, much to his relief. He's clearly still scared of you, but Erica looks over on your other side to see what you're taking down, seemingly unfazed by your stature and your reputation. Eddie's mentioned she's a middle schooler "but she's smart as hell, way smarter than me," in his words, so you're not surprised she hasn't got the same opinion of you as everyone else.

"Lemme guess: intimidation's gonna be your highest stat?" You can't help but like her sass, her brow raised like she's already delivering judgement on your answer. She's got the kind of arrogance–confidence, in her case–that reminds you of yourself, save for the fact that you were a lot more uncontrolled and angry at her age. Lucas bumps his sister with his elbow in a bid to get her to quiet down–maybe he's afraid you'll eat him, too–but all you do is serve her an "obviously" and she seems to get the picture.

"So you're not so scary, huh? You're just a big, closet nerd?" A collective breath is held at that, the room falling so quiet that the scrape of a chair moving would resonate like a knife on stone. You look to her, brow low and intimidating, and spare one of the precious seconds you have to finish this sheet to answer her.

"Not really closeted if nobody ever asked." The lull of your voice, void of any real malice, seems to calm them and the group of heads turn back to their pages, their DM, or their minis laid out in formation. And with a flutter of your sheet as you place it down flat, you pluck an orcish-looking character from the little group of minis that Eddie has off to the side, and plant it firmly on the edge of the map. "Done."

"That was quick," Mike remarks, leaning back in his seat just a touch to see if he can get a glance at your sheet–but Jeff grabs his chair and pulls it back from two legs to four, the thud of them hitting the ground rousing them all to attention, and their eyes are quickly drawn to Eddie as he stands and starts giving his spiel.

"Vecna's Palace looms in the distance, atop a hill surrounded by an ocean of blood. An army awaits you at the front gates, frothing and thrumming with rage, eager to rip any intruders limb from limb–so what shall you do, adventurers? Will you turn back?"

He looks at you, winks, and reaches over his screen to slide your character into the middle of the party, front and center, right where you should be. Your orc barbarian looks fierce enough on the battlefield, it fills you with a sense of pride, like a surge of courage that comes to you so rarely. Introductions are short and sweet, your weapon is readied and your armour fastened–and with that, the journey begins.

There's laughter shared, companionship, rivalry, loss. You and Erica end up teaming up against the first few waves of enemies, with your barbarian cutting down the skirmishers while her rogue, Lady Applejack, takes out the sorcerers and high level spellcasters as you make your distractions. The freshmen team of Mike, Lucas, and Dustin rush ahead and work together to solve the puzzles while the Corroded Coffin boys barricade the doors to the castle you've infiltrated, your entire party scouring the palace for treasure and trying to avoid the booby traps and swarms of undead soldiers on the way. And when you meet with Vecna and your party members start dropping like flies, you're driven into a corner–and you have one last option up your sleeve. Bloodied, alone, and running out of time, you use your Barbarian's Rage action to buff your rolls and go out in a blaze of glory to try and take Vecna down with you.

You shake your hit dice in your hands, praying with dwindling hope for a miracle. And when they clatter to the table and roll to a stop, you see that miracle with your own eyes–not only do you hit, but you land a critical with a nat 20, along with a solid 12 to your damage that's doubled and then buffed some more. When your head tilts to look up at Eddie and everyone's holding their breath, he shows off a bright smile–a surprisingly pretty one–and swats Vecna's mini over with a grand sweep of his hand before clutching the space over his heart, and gurgling and choking with as much intensity as he can muster before he collapses behind the table and mock dies. The lot of you jump from your seats and explode into joyful screams and cheering almost immediately, and Eddie pops right back up to join the festivities with so much satisfaction on his face that he looks like he's in pure bliss. Undoubtedly riding the high of a successful campaign, surely, but his eyes are also locked on you. And he claps for you quietly amid the raucous uproar, and throws a wink your way that you only just manage to catch, but you don't quite see how much affection he holds in that gaze as he can't tear his eyes off of you even though yours drift to other places.

Once the session has drawn to a close, you finally manage to come back to the real world and notice how breathless you are. The adrenaline's kept you out of your seat, and the cheering and groaning at every win and loss has almost completely wiped you out. And yet, the huge smile on your face as you drop back into your chair is more than enough to betray just how much fun you've had over the last couple hours.

"Oh? Is that a smile?" Eddie finally pipes up, and all eyes turn to you with huge grins on their own faces. You just want to hide, but with Eddie leaning over the table on his hands and chuckling at you fidgeting with your fingers, it's impossible to scurry away. "I think you've all cracked the orc's facade!"

"Oh, shut up." It's got no back to it this time, no bite. You're too happy to really mean it, as is evident by the way you turn your head to try and hide how big your smile really is.

"Or, should I say, our warrior's facade? What do you say?" Eddie extends a hand out as a noble gesture, the party holding their collective breath as they await your answer.

It should come easily, once you've sobered up a little and come back down to earth, swallowed the adrenaline back into your throat. No. You always tend to stick to your guns, and you're still of the opinion that getting involved in something like this is a bad idea, despite having more fun in the last few hours than you have….ever. But when you meet Eddie's gaze and he looks so eager, so much sweetness in those big, brown eyes like he's a puppy waiting to be praised, it just….changes your mind, even for just a moment. It allows those words to squeeze themselves from your tight throat, without thought to whether you'll come to regret them later or not.

"For now…I'll journey with you."

The rest of the club explode into cheers once more, Sinclair's younger sister eagerly holding out a hand that you happily high-five.

And as much as you all are still riding that high, it's definitely time to pack up. With really nothing of your own to gather up, you help Eddie fold up his maps and put away the minis into his bag, the two of you making short work of his spread that he spent so long carefully putting together. It's admirable, in that Eddie-like way.

"You did really well. Spectacular. Couldn't have rolled better myself–and you should be glad I didn't." He whispers with a smirk to top it off, and it doesn't vanish even when you scoff and tell him to shove it. But as you do, your reach for Vecna's mini extends too far with your attention elsewhere, and your fingers brush the knuckles of his hand he has on the table. They graze over his rings and come to a stop at the peak of his hand before you realize it, and when you do, you pull yours away and turn your head to hide the embarrassment of such a tender gesture. It was unintentional, yes, but you hate to think that Eddie's gonna get the wrong idea like he's prone to doing. But for once, he shuts his damn mouth–looks at you like he's in a daze, sure, and his head is cocked with his eyes half-lidded, but he at least doesn't pipe up with some asinine comment or flirtation that you can't handle.

The rest of the packup is quiet, at least between you two. The others are cheering and sharing their favourite moments between each other, riding the high of the post-session glory as they collect their bags and count their dice, too caught up in themselves to notice the silence and the shared looks between their beloved DM and their newest, potential, party member. By the time you make it outside, you finally manage to work up those words you've been wanting to say since the moment it all ended.

"I hate to admit it, Munson, but you were right. That was the most fun I've had in…a really, really long time." Eddie does what looks like a little victory dance, pumping his fist in the air and hopping down the next step to the pavement as you two walk out into the night air, the other Hellfire club members wandering out behind you and eagerly chatting away about the game.

"So? Can we call you an official member? I'll get you your own shirt!" Another of those rare smiles crosses your face, one you can't help even when you try to turn your head away to hide it. But just as you open your mouth to answer, a voice comes out from nowhere.

"Hey, freak!"

"Oh, shit." Eddie breathes quietly, his face visibly dropping. It's Jason, beloved basketball team captain and local dickhead, approaching your party uninvited. You may not have liked Eddie that much at first, but Jason is on the next level of douchery. And it's late at night, well past getting dark–and Jason has a small crowd of his groupies on his heels, all dressed in their basketball uniforms. In no way can this be good news–there's clearly a reason he waited until nobody else was around but you, and them.

"See you've got a new loser to add to your little circus." Eddie looks panicked. Scared. He made a promise and he broke it, obviously too caught up in the excitement of having you join that he neglected his end of the bargain, and you can feel his anxiety from where you stand beside him as he he opens his mouth to deflect that accusation.

"We aren't-"

"You want something, dickhead?" You've got a hand on Eddie's chest before you even realize it, pushing him back behind you and stepping forward in the same motion. Eddie reaches out his hand to try and grab your arm, to try and stop you, but you just shake it off without breaking your gaze off of the blond.

"So the ogre speaks! What a surprise, huh fellas?" So weak. So performative. You've always hated guys like this, ones who rely so heavily on the approval of everyone else, because they have so little personality themselves. At least someone like Eddie and the kids in Hellfire can embrace who they are, whether people like it or not–but guys like Jason are a dime a dozen, you would know, you've had quite a few Jasons making your life hell over the years.

"And here we all thought you were just a mute. Or maybe that was just your weirdo family beating it out of you." Stings a little. But not enough to make you back down, not even close. Jason steps closer like he's trying to intimidate you, but all he does is get within close combat range. Less than five feet. Barbarians get a bonus if they're empty-handed. And you've got a group of kids at your back, looking on in fear for what might happen next–ones who can't fight for themselves, just like the villagers in the town you saved from Vecna's curse.

"You their bodyguard now, or something?" You've faced bullies like this your entire life. Your real parents, your foster parents, your siblings, your caretakers, and every person at every school that thought the best way to pump themselves up was to beat on the one person who wouldn't say a word, who wouldn't be believed. So yes, right now, you are their fucking bodyguard, and your eyes grow cold and dark as you repeat the words you've picked up from a life that a spoiled kid like Jason Carver couldn't even have nightmares about.

"None of your fucking business, fairy boy."

You can hear Dustin's awed "Holy shit!" from behind you, and Jason's expression immediately twists into anger. Oops. Struck a nerve, did you?

"You and your friends are fucking dead, Munso-!"

One of the nice things about being so closed off is that nobody ever expects you to punch first. But Jason is thrown to the ground in seconds after you hook him in the jaw as he lunges forward, your whole weight thrown into that one punch, and his back hits the pavement and your body thuds against his as you get on top of him and start swinging.

It's like a trance, you can distantly hear the muffled yelling and cheers of both groups, feel Eddie and Gareth trying to pull you off when Jason flails back and cracks you across the face, the pointed edge of his class ring slicing open a shallow cut from your cheek to the opposite brow and causing you to bleed all over him. He's obviously never been in a real fight, one that means life or death, because he just keeps wriggling and trying to land concentrated hits, like he's trying to look cool over doing damage. But you're being brutal with purpose. His fight dwindles quickly as his nose bloodies and grows purple because it's definitely broken, his eye swells up, and he starts spitting and drooling blood as his consciousness starts to fade. But as you let that rage circle down the drain with one last punch that cracks his head back against the tarmac, your world comes back into focus almost completely and Eddie's rings are digging into your armpit as he and Gareth finally manage to wrench you off, your dungeon master screaming at you all to run as a few teachers and the basketball coach hurry out of the main building and start barreling towards the scene. Likely heard the screaming, and you get one last glimpse of your homeroom teacher yelling at you to stop running before you're pulled around the corner of the building and dash towards the side parking lot.

"Holy shit," Eddie breathes, his grip tight on you even as Gareth's loosens to let you go.

"You're fucking nuts! You just beat the shit out of Jason Carver! You raged, like, for real! Holy shit!" Dustin, however, is still completely in awe. He'd probably high five you if he got the chance, but Wheeler and the elder Sinclair are dragging him by the sleeve towards their bikes that they've parked right next to the other member's cars.

"Everyone disperse! Nobody saw what happened here, you were already on your way home, right?!" A collective "right!" arises from the group at Eddie's call, and you watch through bleary eyes as each of them hurry off into their cars to drop each other off, hopefully all taking back roads in case the cops have been called. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas rip out of their spots and kick up a spray of gravel as they tear off into the night, with Erica hopping on the back of her brother's bike and hitching a ride back home. And in the meanwhile, you follow Eddie to his van and pile into it with him as he starts it up, and peels away from the school just as you see the coach hurrying around the corner of the building looking pissed. Probably for the fact that you tore up his star player's face, which you can't help but feel smug about even though it'll land you in a world of trouble later.

Even so, you're well on your way outta there, Eddie's cassette blasting Iron Maiden as he tears off and skids out of the lot before he tunes it way down to avoid suspicion. Good call on his part, but now that the adrenaline is wearing off, the pain is setting in as you pull on to a dark road and your grin fades as everything starts coming in clearer.

"I don't know why you didn't leave me there. I started it–now all of you are gonna take the fall." Eddie shakes his head wildly, curly locks bouncing about his face aside from already jostling about with every bump in the road. He's coming down a side road with few streetlights, one that you could easily duck out of into a driveway if you spotted those red and blue lights in the distance.

"Trust me, you weren't the one to start it. But you did finish it, Jesus…" His eyes dart towards the rearview mirror, surveying it closely until he finally takes a sharp, deep breath–and a grin splits across his face.

"That was so fucking awesome!" Eddie slams his hand on the steering wheel, and makes you flinch from the impact–luckily he's too focused on navigating the dark roads to really notice, though. But his joy is what gets you, that unbridled burst of giddiness that presents in the way he bounces in his seat and grins, all teeth. The dark shadows of night casting over your face have never been such a blessing as they are now, to hide the tweak of your lips as you smile to yourself, too.

"..Yeah. Fucking awesome." Your head hits the seat behind you as you slump back into it, releasing a tight breath from your chest as the adrenaline wears down.

It's a long drive with nothing but one of his tapes playing, and aside from a glance spared towards you and a quiet, breathless "you sure you're okay?" that you answer with a nod. Despite bringing a hand to your cheek and pulling it away to find it covered and dripping in blood. But that long silence is cut for sure eventually when you stop in front of his trailer, hop out the door on to the crunchy gravel beneath your feet, and he hurries you up the porch and inside the front door.

It feels a bit like you're in a daze. The pain is there, but not really, not severely, even though you know the gash is bad enough to scar. It might be your body protecting you against the damage, but it's even easier to distract yourself from it when you're watching your dungeon master flutter about in front of you. Eddie's doing what looks like the flight of the bumblebee, dashing from one end of the trailer to the other–first he sits you down in his room on his mattress, then he's grabbing the strewn contents of a first aid kit, water, a rag, and finally a frosty can of Coke from the fridge that he pushes into your hands to hold to your bruised temple. When he's finally got everything, he plonks himself down next to you on the bed and moves you to face him, so he can pour some rubbing alcohol onto the rag and start dabbing at the bleeding cut across your face. After all that, you feel like you can finally manage to take a breath–and it looks like Eddie finally has some time for contemplation too, if the concentrated look on his face as he works is any indication.

"...You know something? You're the first person to ever stand up for me."

"Yeah, well, you needed it." You cringe at the sting of the alcohol, but it wears thin quickly and it's easier to take–around your eye, though, that's the most tender spot by far.

"I wish you wouldn't have. Your parents are gonna kill me when they see this." He's saying it in jest, trying to help you relax, but he doesn't know. How could he? It's been hard to really wrap your head around that when Eddie isn't also living in the reality you are, but now that you're a bit closer, you think you understand him a little more.

"My parents have done worse to me, Eddie. I'm sure they won't even notice." Oh, you hate that look he gives you. It's not just pity, which you already despise–but worry. Eddie's got a look of terror in his eyes, one that you've seen in the mirror so often after almost every blowup at home. Every explosion that rocks you to your core and reminds you that you're nowhere near safe, only to have to wipe it all away and pretend things are normal so you can head off to school and act the part. It's…too familiar. Eddie's not the kind of person you would ever want to see that terror residing in, either.

"What…what's with your family, anyways? Er, sorry, you don't have to answer that. S'none of my business."

"No, it isn't." You didn't mean to say it with so much venom, but it definitely came out that way.

You just sigh, barely even flinching now when the alcohol burns your wounds that Eddie's doing his best to clean. The headache you've got thrumming in your ears is making every other pain feel less intense.

"...They aren't really my parents. Foster family."

"Oh,"

"Yeah. They're…well, they're…awful. Sometimes more awful than my real parents were." It's strange to say such things without it being in an office, or a closed bedroom, to someone in a suit and tie or with a little nametag to try and show that they're friendly. You've never really had anyone other than the people who get paid to listen to talk to–but knowing Eddie now, and knowing that he can keep a secret, or at least try to, you find it all spilling out of you in a way that's never as easy with anybody whose job it is to protect you.

"I can't even explain how it feels to be running from something, scared out of your mind that it's gonna kill you, or worse–and then be forced to sit next to it and act like everything's fine. Like you're not still terrified, and angry, but just totally helpless."

Eddie looks at you in a way that says so much more than words could–like he's telepathically telling you "We might understand each other more than we think." Somehow, it's more comforting than if he had just said it out loud.

"I'm not what people think I am. I don't want to look mean. I want to have friends. I want to enjoy what I enjoy, I want to have fun and just tell the whole world to fuck off–but I'm just trying to survive. I don't have the energy."

Once you start, it's nearly impossible not to keep going. Never have you met someone who was so easy to talk to, who's such a good listener that you feel almost no fear or anxiety when you confess your darkest truths to him. Your fingers dig into your own thighs through your pants, you're way more tense but it floods away when you meet Eddie's eyes again. He's not interrupting. Not asking more questions. Not even prying for more details–just listening, waiting for you to continue with a hand sliding over yours to hold it, and the other putting aside the cloth he's got that's soaked with blood.

"I really like you, Eddie, and I…I like Hellfire. But I don't have any safe place to go afterwards. School isn't safe, neither is home. I have no sanctuary where I don't have to…I-I'm just…stuck." And stuck is exactly where you are. Because Eddie seems to have no words for that, nothing to say to make it all okay and to erase those pains for you, whether he wants to or not. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he's just waiting for you to stop talking.

"I'm sorry. I should go. This isn't your problem, but…thanks for listening to me." You get up from his bed with a grunt, but just before you turn the corner to step out of his room and walk home, you hear the rustling sounds of Eddie's clothes as he stands.

"I-I'll be there for you!" You stop on a whim, a hand held against the wall as your head turns to look over your shoulder, slowly. You really think you're imagining it, but Eddie…his demeanor says otherwise. "I can be your safe place. My home. Hellfire. All of it–we can make it safe for you."

"Eddie-" He comes at you fast, and you flinch–but he takes your hands back in his, and you feel that's where they belong.

"You can live with me. You don't have to go back there, I'll keep you safe." Silence hangs in the air, and makes it heavy. Live with him. He's offering something so intense like it's nothing. Saying it out in the open like it doesn't fuel the fire burning in the pit of your stomach that you just want to put out.

"They'll all hate you even more, Eddie." That quiver of your voice is just pathetic, that soft break in your tone like you're getting ready to cry. You can hear words that aren't yours in your head, drilling it into your skull. Stop crying. Nobody's gonna feel bad for someone like you.

"I don't care. They can hate me all they want. It won't change how I feel about you–nothing can." His head lowers to get closer to you, to make sure his words hit home, that they don't miss your ear. It's fanning the flames even hotter, he doesn't realize just what he's doing to you.

"You don't understand, Eddie!" You raise your voice, exasperated. Those thoughts are winning, driving your hands into Eddie's chest as you try to push him away–but he's the one that stands unbudging this time, his fingers still clasping yours with his rings rubbing against your skin.

"I don't! I don't have a damn clue! But I don't care–I won't leave you alone! I'll spare whatever you need so you can be happy. Because I…I want you," That squeeze almost hurts, that tight, suffocating clench around your hands that feels like he's not trying to keep you there–but that he's trying not to let go, not to let you get so far away that he can't reach you anymore. "I want you to be part of our party. So don't leave…I like this side of you. I like you."

"I..I like you too, Eddie." What kind of 'like' does he mean? You can see glimpses of it in his eyes, but is that the truth? Do those sweet, brown eyes reflect yours? Are they a mirror, or are they a ripple of something distorted, something that could never be despite how much you never realized you wanted it?

Neither of you can tell when he loosened his grip, but when you touch his face, holding it gently in your hands, his breath hitches and the whole world stops–your whole world does, because right now it's standing in front of you and looking down into your eyes.

"You…You've got really pretty eyes, Eddie." You swallow, try not to gulp too loudly, to shatter this precious, peaceful moment that you rarely get. If you could shift your weight from foot to foot, you're sure you would. But to move would rustle the quiet and push this moment too far along, it might end before you're ready to lose it.

"So do you. They're beautiful, like…little stars." You can't remember the last time a compliment has ever made you so flustered, or even the last time you got a compliment at all–and you just sink yourself into Eddie's chest, burying your head in his neck as he laughs, breaks the silence, and kisses your temple.

"Why do you think I bothered you every single day to join Hellfire?"

He tilts his head to lean into yours, his cheek nuzzling yours as he turns to whisper in your ear. The snicker that jolts out of you at his tone turns to an uncharacteristically soft giggle, his arms as warm as a jacket as they slide around you, his hands coming to rest on the small of your back. You were right. For once, you were right.

"God, I love your laugh. I wanna hear it more. Every day." It's obvious now that this glimpse of happiness isn't one that's going to disappear with the slightest nudge, nor that those coveted compliments will stop throwing your heart into a fluttery skip. But you still squeeze him so tight, arms wrapped right back around him, nails clawing at his jacket as if to hook him into you, to keep him latched onto you so he couldn't move if he wanted to.

"...I don't wanna let you go, Eddie."

"You don't have to."

Eddie's lips graze the shell of your ear, the warmth that you realize is a kiss reducing your limbs to jelly as you so gently hang off him, relying on his borrowed strength to keep yourself upright. And he delivers, just as promised–you aren't going anywhere when you're leaning on him.

It hasn't hit you until now. This is your new reality. The cat and mouse-like chase that you and Eddie have been circling round and around and around doesn't have to end in nothing, in one last conversation as normal as it would any other day, and then nothing. You don't have to drift further and further and further away, your fingers just barely grazing each other's until you're so far out of reach that you wouldn't even recognize each other anymore. This scene won't end in sweat and a jolt as you sit upright in bed, blinking away the edges of sleep as your heart sinks, and you realize it was all just a beautifully upsetting dream. Eddie isn't just an escape from the present, or a fantasy to entertain to distract from the depressing abyss that is your doomed future. Eddie is your future. He can be, if you get that door to your heart to open just a crack–just enough to let him peek inside, whether or not he already knows what he'll find.

"...And now, everyone's gonna be talking about how you beat the shit out of Jason Carver." This time, he's met with silence, and the gentle pull away for him to look at you and evaluate the worry you wear on your face, with concern written all over his features…it's a new experience. You can't help but wear your anxiety as clearly as the pick that jostles around his neck on that taut chain.

"I'm also gonna be in a world of shit. I might…" You might get suspended, if you're lucky. Expulsion is what's really on your mind, but your stoic expression slowly splits into an absentminded smirk when another thought takes its place. "Can't wait to flip that asshole off when I pass him in the hall. Fights like a pussy."

"I'm sure anybody fights like a pussy compared to you. You put them all to shame." Eddie offers, and his smile brightens when you focus your attention back on his eyes. Big, sweet doe eyes, blinking and lashes fluttering so cutely as his focus turns down to your lips, then your eyes, then your lips again…and when he leans in, you don't lean back, and you don't brace either. You meet his lips where they're at, the kiss as firm as either of you expected from the other, and he squishes your mouth even deeper into it by grabbing at the back of your head–and getting a tempting fistful of your hair in the process–while you lean into it, your nails slipping up to his neck to leave crescent-shaped indents in his smooth, fair skin. He chuckles into your mouth, the vibrations soothing any residual worry about going too far, and the kiss ends not with either of you desiring it, but because you both need a good gasp of air before you can think about continuing.

"...and that scar's gonna look pretty fucking awesome." His bottom lip falls victim to those pretty teeth as he bites into it, his eyes hooded and stirring with something deeper than he was looking at you before. You wouldn't know, but this wouldn't be the first time he's done so–it's just the first time you noticed it. It doesn't feel too bad, but…it's definitely an ego stroke, and yet it feels like being humbled at the same time, because you've never gotten this kind of look from someone you actually want to reciprocate it to.

"Now, you know what we have to do, right?" An eyebrow raises. What more could he possibly want to accomplish this late at night? "We have to order pizza, get some beer, and watch some stupid cheesy movie until we pass out on the couch and forget all about this shit." Eddie counts each task off on his fingers, rings glinting as he devolves into giggles that end up mimicking yours when you join him. Nothing could feel safer or more comforting than that does right now.

"That sounds like a blast."

"Metal, one might say?" Fuck that cocky grin of his, the one that drives a shiver of desire straight into your heart that you know you won't be able to extract by force.

"Oh, shut up. Metal." He half-smiles, half-kisses you with a tight squeeze around your waist before he dashes off for the phone, leaving you to pick through his movie collection that you can spot from where you stand and find something dumb to watch.

"Dumbass.." You mutter it to yourself with a smile. You might have never gotten along with Eddie Munson until tonight. But you're positive that your whole life is gonna be different by the time tomorrow's morning comes, when you wake up on Eddie's chest with his hands in your hair, and the gentlest whisper of "God, I love you, my warrior…" when he thinks you're still slumbering away in his arms.

[sky-neverending]

alltober day 2! read it here!

Steve wasn’t sure how exactly he ended up covered in paint from head to toe. He knew one thing, however. 

“This is your fault, Henderson!”

Dustin laughed, standing above him with a paintbrush in hand. “You’re the one who wanted to surprise Eddie at his gig with these stupid, dorky signs. You should have known this would happen.” 

Groaning, Steve rolled helplessly across the grass. “I just wanted to do something nice,” he said, covering his blush with his hands, which only spread more paint across his face. 

“Your inner fanboy is showing, dude.” Dustin flung some more paint at him. “Like, I’m glad you’re happy or whatever now that you two are together, but stop being so damn sappy all the time. It’s gross.”

A laugh came from behind them. “You know what’s gross? The fact that you’re both filthy and we leave in less than an hour.”

Steve bit his bottom lip, grimacing as he got paint on his tongue. “Hey, Eds.”

“Hey, Stevie boy,” Eddie said in response, holding back his chuckles as he got a closer look at the scene. “What did you do, roll around in the bucket?”

With the duck of his head, Steve sighed. “No, this dumbass decided to throw half the supplies at me instead of doing what he was supposed to.” The blush on his face was strong and prominent. “Now I look like an idiot, and I’ve ruined my surprise for you.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows, jutting out his lip in a way that made Steve want to kiss the smug expression right off his face. “Stevie… were you making me a sign?”

“Fuck off is what I was making you,” Steve replied, holding his hand out to get help up off the ground. “I just wanted to support you at this one. Playing at this festival is like a big deal, man.” He smiled bashfully. “Wanted to show you how proud I am.”

In one sudden movement, Eddie pulled Steve toward him, into a hug so tight it nearly knocked the breath out of Steve’s chest. 

“Thank you,” he muttered into his shoulder.

Steve laughed. “You’re going to get paint all over you.”

“I don’t care.”

A loud cough came from the left of them. “This is sweet and all,” Dustin said, “but we have to leave soon and we all need showers. Also, I lied. It’s not sweet. It’s gross. You’re both gross and sappy and…gross.”

Leaning down, Eddie grabbed the half empty paint bucket from where it sat near his foot. “You know what else is gross?” he asked, chucking the paint toward Dustin and letting it splatter over the front of his shirt. “That. That’s gross.”

Dustin glared at him. “Not cool, man.”

“Not cool, man,” Steve repeated, mocking him. “Go use the guest shower, Henderson. I have spare clothes you left here in the closet.” He watched as Dustin rolled his eyes and left, walking back toward the house. “Don’t get paint on my carpets!” he yelled after him. Dustin simply raised a hand, sticking his middle finger up in the air. 

“He’s a handful,” Eddie chuckled. “A good kid, but a handful.” He took Steve’s hand. “Were you really making me a sign? To hold up while I play and everything?”

“I know it’s dumb, Eddie, don’t rub it in.” Steve buried his blush in Eddie’s chest. “Yeah. I was.”

Eddie shook his head. “I don’t think it's dumb,” he said, squeezing at Steve’s hand. “I think it’s sweet. I think you’re sweet.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie confirmed. “I’d kiss you, but your lips are covered in paint.” A disgusted look took over his face. “Go shower before we leave, I’ll clean this up.”

Smiling, Steve headed back to the house, chuckling as he heard Eddie yell out at him from the field. “Does this sign say ‘nice ass’ on it?” 

“I only speak the truth,” he yelled, looking over his shoulder just in time to see Eddie pour the remainder of the paint onto his hair.

[lewdpromise]

> The Rings Stay On🤤😮‍💨<

POV: Eddie can't fucking resist you, even at school.

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The morning was simply gorgeous, the sun was rising above the trees , and there was a slightly chilly fog in the air . I stepped out of my car , as I locked it and walked towards the school the morning dew got my gray vans wet . It reminded me of just how much I was glad summer was coming to a close. I sighed and tucked my keys into my coat , squinting as I covered my eyes to look around the lot. 

I spotted Eddie from a mile away, how could I not? His denim vest seemed to have adorned a few more patches , his hair was extra frizzy today ( how does it even manage ?!) and he was sitting on top of the table with his select friends making some wild hand gestures. I chuckled as his hair bounced against the D.I.O patch while he threw his arms up and jumped on top of the table. I could tell they were either discussing an upcoming gig, or some crazy ass campaign for another round of nerdy death matches . 

As I got halfway towards the school I peeled my eyes from him. I'd been totally oblivious to the fact that I'd been staring at him. I can't deny I'd been feeling far too warm around Eddie since I met him last school year. Every time he cracked that freakish smile I felt it soften my mood, and loosen other areas.. GOD , I need to fucking stop. It's never going to happen! He might be extremely flirty and hated by most but I'm sure his standards are wayyyy higher than me. I relaxed my shoulders and continued walking towards the school.

 Considering my hopeless crush on Eddie , I decided to ignore him and try to walk into the school unnoticed . Little did I know , Dustin had informed Eddie of my totally horned up eyes dragging up and down his body during his antics on the table. Munson didn't even see me but he already had his eyes set on me. 

Eddie got up from his seat at the picnic table and walked up behind me, his air-walks gently padding along the grass. He turned back to the  table to give his friends a look as he did some ridiculous strut for a moment. I could feel him before I heard him, his hot breath fell on my neck as he pressed his body earnestly into mine. He quickly pulled me around the corner of the building. I went to bitch whoever it was out , but a yell barely escaped my throat before I shuddered at the feeling of them sliding one hand around my throat, the other wrapping around me to slide beneath my shirt.

I smelled cigarettes , leather, and musky cologne . I knew instantly who it was. Eddie Fucking Munson. His cold rings made my whole body shiver as he slid his hand farther up my front. I’d been dreaming of this for too long. Did he read my body language? Or is he just fucking with me..I whimpered, causing him to tighten his fingers around my neck. Eddie quickly turned me around and slammed my body against the wall, his hand never leaving my throat. 

"Tsk-Tsk-Tsk. I'm afraid if you make too much sound someone will hear us, and we don't want that do we?"

I could see that wicked grin spread across his face as he watched my reaction. My knees buckled slightly and I brought one hand up to hold his wrist. My eyes were as wide as saucers at the fact that Eddie Munson was touching me..He cocked his eyebrows and laughed

"Ohhhh I see. You WANT to be found . It would just soak your panties to be caught pinned beneath Eddie "THE Freak" Munson, am I right ? Do you think I don't know about the looks you've been giving me Y/N ? The way you could've had drool falling from your lips as I stuck my tongue out and gave Jason devils horns?”

“You practically rip my denim and leather off any time I'm not looking at you I hear."

I bit my lip and looked up at him, I saw lust flash through his eyes. I had a completely panicked internal dialogue

 'Holy shit. THIS is really happening .. he's making. A move on me .. his fucking hand is wrapped around my THROAT!'  

I parted my trembling  lips before I spoke

" Eddie.. this is so wrong. I.. I can't deny that I have feelings for you. I'm way beneath you though. And yet my body begs for you, seeing that bandana in your pocket.. The thought of being caught beneath you is daunting. " 

I tilted my head down to look up at him through my eyebrows , as a sign of submitting to him. Eddie threw his head back and laughed. 

Though his smile quickly faltered and he tilted his head , looking at me sideways between narrow eyes. Eddie swiftly slid his knee between my legs and pressed me deeper against the bricks. His rings had grown warm against my throat.

"Youuuu , are perfect. I don't consider myself to be in any leagues .You're entirely demented for thinking you aren't good enough for me. You're perfect. I'd be more than happy to fulfill your.. oh I mean fill your needs. "

Eddie seemed entirely too amused with himself as he made that last comment. He sighed and released me, his chest heaving as he flopped his ass down onto the table in the alleyway between the school buildings. Hearing him tell me I was perfect healed any insecurity I had lurking.

"Eddie.. I don't know what to say. I've been doubting myself for weeks and I never would have imagined a man like you touching me. I figured you picked up plenty of chicks 10x hotter than me at your gigs. Even if this doesn't lead anywhere , I fucking want your body. You can break my heart after if you want , but I need you" 

He leaned his head against the cold brick. I wasn't sure if I had upset him or what until he looked up at me and began to gently pat his legs, resting his hands on them as that damned smile returned. I could tell that Eddie was signaling for my thighs to replace his hands as his smile turned somewhat , if not completely demanding . He winked at me . Always so damned flirty. I seriously could faint because of the sex appeal that this man SCREAMS.

I swallowed my nerves and stepped over to him , slowly climbing on top of him. Eddie leaned back on his arms and let a muffled groan escape his lips once my body settled on his lap. I could feel him half hard through those thick denim jeans. God this man was impressive , hilarious , and entirely intimidating .

"I just want to set a few things straight . First things first, I don't "pick up chicks'' at my gigs. We actually get a crowd of about fiiive.. drunks. Second , I would never break your heart. Third, what exactly do you think this bandana means sweetheart?"

I fidgeted in his lap and messed with the collar on his denim vest , feeling completely flushed at the thought of explaining what I thought Eddie was going to do to me .. or has done to others. 

"Thank you Eddie, for all of that. And well.. considering I've spent too many of my days staring at you before you even acknowledged my existence .. I did my homework on you. It's a black bandana in your LEFT pocket . That means you're- you're a uhm.. a heavy Sadism & Masochism top.. right?"

My face quickly warmed into a heavy pink color as he bit his tongue between the corner of his teeth. His eyes had that flash in them once again. 

"Wow, I've gotta say. I'm totally impressed . You've got that one correct I'm afraid . One more thing, what do you think I'm dreaming of doing to your body?" 

Eddie cocked his head and looked me over subtly . I felt like I was going to simply burst from the fucking tension. He wants me to actually explain what I THINK he's going to do?! Good christ .. I took a deep breath and pinched my wrist behind my back to gather the courage to talk to this leather clad man. Eddie saw I was about to speak and his eyes opened wide like a curious puppies . FUCK he's so hot. 

"Well.. I know for a fact you own metal handcuffs with long chains attached . I could only assume those aren't for uhm… decoration. Other than that I- I uh.."

Eddie placed a finger to my lips and hushed me . Relief flooded through me as I realized he could see how nervous I was to be here with him, saying such things. He moved his hand and placed his thumb against my bottom lip , gently pulling on it . He was clearly eye fucking my mouth before looking me in the eyes and speaking in a low voice ,

" Ding Ding Ding! You're correct again. Damn you're smart , too bad you didn't agree to be on my campaign baby. Now let's see, what am I going to do to you? Seeming as you're totally choking on your fucking lust I'll spell it out for you. I would hurt you, with consent of course. I'm would gag you and bind you , and bruise your body. I'll leave bite marks and scratches and welts. These rings would be imprinted in your skin for weeks baby." 

I could feel my vagina pulsing deep within me, tingles shot through my entire body and my thighs tightened against his own. Eddie bucked his hips into me and bit his bottom lip, slowly sliding his thumb between my lips and into my mouth, he tilted his head up and whispered, 

" suck "

I could've cried. I was so revved up by him. His ring rested on my chin and I swirled my tongue around his thumb. Moaning softly , I let myself grind against his now fully hard member. Eddie rested his free hand on my hip and dug his fingers into my v-line. 

"I'm going to chain you up, and listen to them rattle as your filthy fucking cries flood the air. You'll be worshipping me when I'm done with you" 

I wiggled my hips and pulled away from his hand, freeing my lips from his teasing to say ,

"Eddie Munson, I already fucking worship you. My body is yours to use you filthy metalhead freak" 

He rolled his shoulders back and laughed once again, obviously full of himself . Although to be fair .. how could he not be? I might as well have been praying at his feet. 

"I know that, it's obvious . Hardly anybody looks my way twice . But you.. you seem to always be  looking at me from a crossed the cafeteria like you're mentally ripping me apart." 

Eddie sighs,  his hot breath on my neck driving me mad. The urge for this man to ravish my body is impertinent compared with my morality. But the lustful aura he emits is intoxicating. The cigarette stench of his faded leather coat ,and the shaggy hair so inviting... This man defines lust, and domination. I attempt to swallow the fear and whisper,

" make me your  v i c t i m~"

Eddie cocks an eyebrow and drags a hand through his thick hair. Shaking his head with a smile of disbelief.

"You'll be begging me to stop"

I bat my eyelashes a few times , dumbfounded that he thinks I'd EVER ask him to stop.. 

"Is that a challenge ? I can take you Munson, I've been getting myself off to it for longer than I care to admit"

Eddie cracks a wide smile and I can see the shock of craving run through his body. He wraps a hand around the back of my head and harshly pulls my hair . His fingers coil through the strands and those rings he wears pull even more. Before I have a moment to decide what he's going to do his lips envelop mine. Eddie devours the taste of my mouth. Wasting no time , his tongue asks for entrance at my lips and I fully obey. 

I feel him begin to dig his fingers deeply into the crease of my hip as he pushed me into his cock. The sensation of Eddie's bulge rubbing against my clit makes me moan into his mouth. He swallows the sounds with devotion. I'm helpless to him, all I can do is sit here like a toy and let him do whatever he pleases.. I'm fully aware that my panties will be wet for atleast well after first period because of this. Eddie's hand leaves my hip as it slides up beneath my skirt , I feel his nimble fingers trace circles between my pussy and my inner thigh.

(The rings stay ON. 🤤😮‍💨)

 I pull away from the kiss for but a moment and suddenly I find he's slipped his middle and ring finger into his mouth . I gasp at the implication but I find his hand being harshly pressed over my mouth. I already miss the feeling of Eddie pulling my hair but quickly buckle on top of him as he slides his hands under my panties and rings both fingers around my entrance. 

Eddie pants in my ear as he inserts his fingers inside of me . He begins to slowly scissor them , drawing filthy sounds from my mouth that are muffled by his hand. I decide to test my limits and I go to unbuckle his belt. My hands are shaking from the pleasure of his fingers inside of me. As I slip the buckle open and reach my hand into his jeans , he hooks his fingers and places a thumb on my clit. I can feel the cold metal of his rings against me. They only make the pleasure all the more intense. 

I manage to slide my hand over his throbbing dick, happy to see that he throws his head back and grunts .

“Atta girl, fuckkk . Do what you want to me baby” 

Eddie bites his lip and continues circling his fingers inside of me , but I don’t let that distract me from my goal. I wrap my hand around him and slowly work his member , letting my thumb catch on his tip. To my pleasure I drew another groan out of him. He seems to have lost a bit of resolve as his hand falls from my mouth .

“Y/N .. fuck that feels good. I can’t remember the last time I was touched like this. Those fingers are dangerous. Agh-“

I smile and start to move my hips against his hand , leaving me whining like a whore . And then - Just as we’re starting to have fun..

“Hey ! Eddie , first period is in 5 ! I thought I’d save you another detention-“

Eddie panics and quickly pulls his fingers out of me, I’m fumbling to put his belt back on . But we aren’t composed enough , given how horny we are. My skirt is pulled up and my hands are messing with Eddie’s belt as Dustin walks around the corner and stops dead in his tracks. 

For a second he looks paralyzed before he yells "HOLY SHIT! I .. UhHhH! I'M SORRY!!! SHIT,SHIT, SHIT-" Dustin’s face turns beet red as he grips his hat and he runs away. 

At first I’m mortified that Eddie’s going to be pissed at me. Then he breaks out into a loud laugh ,

“HAHAHAHAHAHA, HOLY SHIT y/n! I don’t think that’s exactly who you pictured being caught by . That’s too fucking good. That little man is gonna be thinking of your ass in that g-string for near eternity !”

He rests his head on my chest and I break out in a nervous chuckle, 

“You’re exactly right , that’s NOT who I wanted to be seen by..  I was thinking Jason, or Steve. Poor Dusty. “

Eddie sniffles and chokes down the last of his laughter as he clips his belt back into place and puts his hands on my hips to guide me to my feet. Once I’m up Eddie pulls my skirt down and helps me fix up the hair that he roughed up. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart , we got interrupted just before the fun began. I’ll be thinking of you allll day. Let’s say we get to class and finish this later ?”

I smile and shake my head , completely dumbfounded with what just happened . Eddie Munson had his fingers inside of me, his dick is just as big as I’d imagined , and DUSTIN saw my ass with my hands on Eddie’s belt. What a goddamned morning . This is going to make the day very hard for me. I’m sure it’ll only make Eddie  ~hard though . I sigh happily ,

“I’m game. I didn’t get nearly what I needed from you though Eddie. You’d better finish what we started .”

I wink at him and throw my bag over my shoulder. He fixes his jacket and tucks his Hellfire shirt back into his jeans. 

We walked out from between the buildings as if nothing had happened. And nobody looks twice other than two people. Dustin, and Jason. Dustin's face is dusted pink as I look at him and Eddie waves. But I can feel Jason’s eyes burning into Eddie. 

Fucking asshole. I flip him off and yell over to him at his car,

“WHY ARE YOU STARING ?? EDDIE WON’T FUCK YOU JASON SO KEEP YOUR BEADY LITTLE EYES TO YOURSELF!” 

The schoolyard breaks out into laughter and whispers . I smile as bright as can be as Jason flips me off and shakes his head. That ignorant ass isn’t even going to respond . Guess he doesn’t think it’s worth his precious time. 

Good. 

Eddie’s head falls back as he laughs his ass off , throwing a hand over his heart and clapping me on the back.

“You are TOO fucking perfect y/n!”

Then he leans forward to whisper in my ear 

“Someone’s getting pampered for that one. Hope you enjoy this tongue as much as you did these fingers baby”

My face flushes red but I pretend my hair needs fixing and throw my head upside down to ruffle it up . I throw it back over my shoulders, managing to hide the blush, and side check him where he stands walking next to me. He stumbles to the side a bit and goes,

“Woahhh, sorry pretty lady. Didn’t mean to catch you of guard” 

Eddie smiles and twists his rings back into place , they were still crooked from his work earlier. I shrug and pop a piece of gum into my mouth ,

“Whatever Munson, I’m alright . Just try and tuck ~it~ in, you’re still uh.. anyways . Want some gum?”

He looks down and smiles a tad awkwardly as he spins around to hide him fixing his little problem in his jeans. He sighs and says, 

“Damn you’re a pain. Yeah sure gimme one !”

I toss him a piece as we group back with the D&D gang. They start chatting with us pretty quick and everyone seems totally normal, other than Dustin who’s blatantly avoiding eye contact with me. We walk into the school together and eventually get separated in the chaos of everyone getting to their lockers.  

It’s going to be a loooong day for me , huh?

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[sweet-villain]

This Is What It Feel Like~2~ Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

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Part 1

Author's Note: You all wanted a Part 2

You stared at him as he spoke to her, chuckling at something she said. She shyly looks away from him feeling your gaze on her as she sends you a small wave. Steve follows her gaze to you but you quickly avert your eyes as you look out looking at Dustin as he was chasing Mike with something in his hand. But you don't mind any on it when you know your boyfriend was talking with her.

Things felt off and you had a feeling in your gut about it.

Your gaze fell onto your old crush you can say, the way he was laughing at Mike and Dustin as he sat on the ground. You heard that things didn't work out with Chrissy like Eddie wanted to but you had moved on. Right?

There was feeling in your gut that told you that something felt off and your eyes kept moving to that feeling of your boyfriend and her.

Her, was none other than Nancy Wheeler. She always seemed to have Steve's eye. But you didn't say anything about it, nothing much was going on but little glances here and there. Those smiles were added today and it hurt. It hurt the way he would look at her.

No one has looked at you like that. You thought when Steve said he would choose you that it meant something. That he was serious about you. Yet, you sat here with Robin by your side as you two sat in silence overlooking everyone.

" You worry too much in that head of yours" Robin says as she flicks you on the forehead bringing you out of your thoughts. You huffed, rubbing your forehead as you glare at her. She motions with her head over to Steve and Nancy.

" Don't think too much on them"

" I don't care" you lied. Robin snorted.

" You're not fooling anyone, buttercup" you scoffed at the nickname. You stand up brushing off the dirt from your ass and hands as you make your way over to Dustin.

" What are you two doing?" Eddie was there too but you hadn't acknowledged him. You felt his eyes on you but you focus on Dustin at what he's talking about to you but you can't help but look at him at the corner of your eye watching him get up. The jingle of his chain signals you that he was going somewhere.

Your eyes follow him as he walks over to a big tree and sits there. He wants to be to himself. Steve had noticed your eye line of sight and he shifts in his seat. He stands up from where he was sitting by Nancy as he makes his way over to you.

" Hey" he sits down next to you taking a piece of grass in his fingers as he twirls it around. You broke your gaze from Eddie to your boyfriend who has a frown on his face. He was with Nancy not too long ago so it was okay if you looked at Eddie, right?

" hey" you greet him. " Have a good chat with Nancy?" you asked, pausing your lips. Steve stopped twirling the grass in his hands as he looks at you.

" Don't start Y/N"he rolls his eyes. " You're the one who can't stop looking at Munson" you scoffed.

" Why would I be looking at him?" Steve shrugs.

" When you found out he stopped dating Chrissy, it was like your whole world stopped in your eyes. I can see it Y/N"

" What about you and Nancy? Hm?" Steve averts his gaze as he sighs. " There is nothing going on between Nancy and I"

" I call that bullshit. The way you look at her, you don't look at me like that"

" How do I look at her?" He asks.

" You look at her like she's the only one matters to you, the only one you open your heart to but clearly I remember you chose me. You are dating me, or do you not want to?"

Steve sighs as he runs a hand through his mane of hair.

" It's complicated. I do like you Y/N"

" But I'm not her.. I got it" you got off the ground one again, brushing off the dirt feeling your eyes become glossy and your throat felt like it was closing up. You had to get out of here.

" Y/N" Steve calls to you as he gets up to grab your wrist, but your already turning your back to him as you begin to walk away from him. From your friends that shout for you. Eddie stands up from where he was standing as he hears your name being called and watches as you walk away. He looks at Steve seeing him tug his hair as he kicks something with his foot.

Eddie's feet pick up the pace as he races to catch up with you. Steve watches with a glare as Eddie runs to catch up with you. He feels a hand on his arm. Looking down and it's Nancy who's smiling at him.

He doesn't even think about you or goes after you like Eddie does.

A hand grips your wrist tugging you around. You hoped that it was Steve who caught up with you to apologize for being a dick but no, you come face to face with those brown doe eyes.

You stand there waiting for him to talk.

" Steve is a dumb" he says. Eddie is fully aware that Steve and Nancy were looking at each other with those smiles. You used to look at him like Steve looks at Nancy.

You chuckle, " It's alright. I'll be alright" the grip on your wrist doesn't slip.

" You're really special, sweetheart. I was too dumb too see it and Harrington, too"

" Thank you, that makes me feel a little better. You always have a way with words" Eddie shrugs.

" Can I take you home?" He asks. A soft smile on his face as he looks at you like you were the only good thing he wants.

" I'd like that" you walk with Eddie to his van as he opens the passenger side for you to hop in. He closes the door and runs to the driver side as he gets in.

The ride to your house is silent, Eddie didn't know weather you needed or music would help. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel as he drives.

" Thank you for back there" you motions with your thumb behind you as you continued to look out the window.

" You're welcome, sweetheart" he reaches over and give your shoulder a squeeze. Things were going to be okay. Who needed Steve Harrington anyways?

-

The bell rings on top of the door as you walk into Family Video. Robin's face perks up as she sees you.

" Haven't seen you in a bit, buttercup" you groan at the nickname. Your body freezes as you see the back of Steve's head as he's helping a customer but he does look back once he hears Robin's greeting. His eyes are on you for a moment as he stops in what he was talking about.

He watches as you walk over to Robin, seeing you talk to her. He finishes up with the customer and makes his way over to you too.

" Hi" he greets you but you roll your eyes at him causing him to frown.

" Are you holding up okay?" Robin asks you, putting a magazine up in front of Steve like she's pretending he's not there. But he is, he rips the magazine off from her hand and throws it away.

" That was rude" Steve says. Robin ignores him.

" I've been better but I'm good as I can be" Steve leans his head on the counter as he looks at you. He looks at how your hair is up today, how you didn't put full on make up today, he frowns seeing the Iron Maiden shirt you are wearing with the ripped jeans and converse. He makes a hum sound as his eyes roam your body.

" I prefer if you kept your eyes on my face, Harrington" you spatted at him. He drops his gaze to the floor. He deserves that. You talk with Robin a little more before you go.

Robin turns to him, " You need to apologize to Y/N and stop being such a dingus."

" I'm sorry"

" Not to me, dingus. Her" she points out the door that you just walked out of.

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Eddie bounces on his feet as he stand before your door raising a hand to the door to know when he hears your voice.

" Eddie?" he turns around just in time to see you walking towards the door. In his hands he has flowers. He brought you flowers.

" Are those for me?" you ask motioning to them. He glances down at them and offers them for you to take, a hint of red paints his cheeks as nods, shyly.

" That's so sweet, you didn't have to" you take them from him bringing them up to your nose, sniffing. They smelled wonderful.

" The colors reminded me of you" he says. You watch as his eyes light up looking at all the colors on the flowers he brought for you.

" Is that all why your here?" you ask going to the front door and unlocking it.

" I wanted to talk. Is that okay?" you nod letting him step in, he looks around to see if your parent were home but they aren't.

" Business trip" you answer the question that runs through his head. You take a vase from the kitchen and fill it with water placing the flowers in them as you turn to Eddie.

" What did you want to talk about?" you hopped on the counter letting your feet dangle onto the lower cupboards.

" The whole thing with Chrissy wasn't suppose to happen. Until I got with her, I didn't realize how I felt about you until I sat in my van watching you with Harrington" he scrunched up his nose.

" I poured my heart out to you and I knew I wasn't going to stand a chance, I let myself get hurt. You were worth getting that pain" Eddie shakes his head like he doesn't want to hear that.

" You were worth every tear, every knife that dug into my heart, everything"

" Don't say that" his breathing becomes shaky as he can't believe the words your telling him.

" It's the truth" He sighs as he runs a hand down his face.

" What's with Harrington? Are you still dating?"

You pursed your lips at the words " dating" as Eddie chose. You couldn't even tell him what you and Steve were because it was complicated.

" I don't know, everything has been so complicated with him. He chose me, then why is he still hoping for something with Nancy? I don't feel like I'm good enough for Steve Harrington, or anyone for that matter"

Eddie frowns as he hears the sadness in your tone. He wished he could take all of your sadness away.

" You deserve more than " complicated." You deserve better" Eddie says as he reaches his hand out and brushes your hair behind your ear causing your breath to hitch at his touch.

" I-I" Eddie shook his head.

" Come here, sweetheart" He opens his arms with a soft smile on his face. You walk into his arms and wrap your arms around him, under his jacket. He is warm, and the smell of cigarettes, pine and his shampoo makes it all better as he holds you.

-

He slips out of the car with flowers in his hands as the other hand just the jacket he's wearing as he looks up at your house seeing the lights on your bedroom on. You were home. He takes a deep breath as he walks up to the maroon door.

He raises a hand to knock on it a few times and stands there to wait. You were in the kitchen making yourself something to eat when you heard it. You weren't expecting someone. You turned the gas lower as you made your way to the door and threw it opened and there stood the last person you wanted to see, tonight.

" What are you doing here?" you asked him. Steve bites down on his bottom lips as his eyes roam your shorts to your legs back to your face.

He clears his throat as he offers you the flowers in his hands. They weren't as pretty as the once Eddie got you, but you reach out grasping them in your own hand and they fall to your side as you hold them.

" Are you going to let me in?" you step aside to let him in. Steve steps inside your house as you closed the door turning to face him. He stood moving back and forth on his heels as he looks around with his hands stuffed into the front pockets.

You watch as he looks around the living room until he faces you. He averts your gaze as he looks down at the floor. It's been bugging Steve when he saw Eddie follow you and he wonders if anything happened between the two of you. He does trust you but there is a question in the back of his mind. He knows that you used to love and care about Eddie.

" Why are you here, Steve?" you ask him again, this time the question is asked in a harsher tone than before. Steve hears it and he frowns as he locks eyes with you as he looks up.

He sighs, " I saw Eddie run after you."

Your mouth goes in a thin line, not really understanding why he brought flowers to you. Did he see Eddie bring you flowers or was this his apology for being an ass?

" And?" you raise your eyebrow.

He scoffs, " I know how you used to feel about him Y/N. I just want to know do I need to be worried?"

Is he really asking you this? After he was smiling and looking at Nancy the way he does?

" Are you kidding me?!" you threw the flowers on the ground as you glared daggers at him putting your arms across your chest. Steve's eyes go wide as he hears you yell as his mouth a gaps.

" How about you? Huh? You're the one who been staring at Nancy with hope and you look at her like she's the only thing that matters you while I'm right here. Did you forget the part where you told me you choose me and here you are staring at Nancy Wheeler? You two ended things or are you still in love with her?"

Steve doesn't know what to say but he is scared to tell you the truth. He doesn't want to lose you. You were one of his best friends and one of many that truly cared about him. You were special.

The silence tells you everything you need to know, you nod with your glossy eyes as you look away from him.

" I knew it. I'm so stupid" tears fall down your cheeks as you turn away from him. " How could I think Steve Harrington would even want me? Was I just a joke to you?!" you angrily turned back around, hissing through your tears and teeth.

Steve shakes his head, " No-o, nothing like that"

You laugh, " I never get to be anyone's choice."

" Y/N, it's not like that" Steve says as he walks over to try to reach out to touch you. But you back away from him, " I want you to leave."

" Please.." Steve says as he reaches out again but you wipe away the tears from your cheek as you point with your finger to the door.

" I don't want you here" Steve hangs his head as he makes his way to the door with one hand on the door, he opens it but looks at you with sorrow in his eyes as he says, " I do care about you. A lot."

You scoff. The door shuts and you close your eyes feeling your heart get ripped to pieces.

When was it your turn to be happy?

-

" Don't you look like a ray full on sunshine" Robin says as you threw the door open. She looks at your messy braid that has strands falling out but you could care less about it, she eyes the wrinkle shirt you are wearing with mis match socks along with some sweats that don't even look black anymore. She sees the bags underneath your eyes with puffiness meaning you were crying earlier.

" I'm not in the mood, Robs" you say letting her in and she steps inside seeing dust collect on the table in the living room, she sees wrappers from candy bars too. She sends you a sympathetic smile.

She knows that Steve has done something to upset you.

" I know, but you can't live like this. Boys will be boys. They are stupid"

" yeah" you chuckled. " Not that I don't love you or anything, but what are you doing here?" she looks around the living room seeing the tv, the book shelf full of books, pictures too and she eyes the couch, scrunching her nose at the color of it as she looks at you, finally.

" You've not stepped into day light for the past four days.. and I miss you, buttercup" she sends you a smile. You missed her too, you just haven't felt like seeing people anymore. Eddie hasn't been worried, it was strange.

But out of everyone, you were glad that Robin was the one who stopped by to check if you are alive even.

" You need a shower too" pointing her finger at you and twirling it around you, " you stink."

" Gee thank you, just what I wanted to hear"

" You're welcome" she chuckles, " now go shower. You're not staying here another day" you rolled your eyes but do as you told racing up to your room but not before giving her another glance.

" Thank you Robin, you know for checking in on me"

" Always"

-

The reason Eddie hasn't been checking on you or even called you was because he was copped up in his room, with smoking cigarettes as he writes in his notebook. He's not writing just anything, but he's writing you a song. He wants to tell you how he feels and how much he needs you in his life.

He hasn't told Gareth and Jeff that he was doing this, not until the following week on a Tuesday where he knows Robin was taking you to. He begged Robin to check on you. He saw Steve the other day as he walked into the diner seeing he was sitting across from Nancy, he was angry and wanted to do something. Instead, he got an idea and raced home.

Robin agreed to help Eddie under one condition.

" if you ever hurt her again, I will cut off your hair. Do you understand me?"

Eddie loved his hair. He worked so hard to grow his hair out after the buzzcut. He absolute hated the buzzcut.

" I'll never hurt her" He promised Robin.

You stood at the Hideout with Robin by your side as she nursed her own drink in her hand while your eyes looked around. What were you looking for? You weren't sure but your mind doesn't cross that today was Tuesday and Corroded Coffin was playing tonight.

There were about five drunks in the bar, one of them kept shooting you a glance and raised their drink up to toast to you. You shiver in disgust as you looked away.

Eddie is already at the Hideout telling Gareth and Jeff that he wrote a song for you and needs their help. Jeff and Gareth share a look fully aware how you felt about Eddie, before everything with Chrissy. They both didn't want to see you hurt again, they were skeptical.

" Come on guys" Eddie pleaded. Gareth sighed, he loved Eddie and would do anything to help him. But this was you, the sweet and kind hearted, smart you. You would always help Gareth with homework if he was troubled with, you would be his partner in class when no one would and you would always be nice to him. Same went with Jeff, you were always nice to them. They only wanted the best for you even though Eddie was their friend.

They both agreed under one condition. Not to hurt you.

" Robs, what are we really doing here?" you ask her. Robin looked around the Hide Out as her gaze falls on stage and when you follow her gaze there, your breath hitches seeing Eddie come up to the mic with a guitar in his hands.

" Hi, I'm Eddie" he says into the microphone. His eyes roam the Hide Out until they find yours. The way you were gazing at him melt his heart. He introduces Jeff and Gareth who shoot you a smile with a wave. " We're Corroded Coffin and tonight we have a song that I wrote for someone special"

His eyes are on you as he talks.

" She has been through a lot and I want her to know how much she means to me. I have hurt her in the past, but I don't plan to ever break her heart if she'll have me"

Your eyes become glossy as you stare at him in awe. He wrote a song for you. You watch as he strum the guitar and sings into the microphone. You listen to the words he's singing but his eyes never leave you as he's pouring his heart out.

You don't notice that Robin is looking at you with a smile, but you don't notice the other thing that she did. She had told Steve to come talk to you at the Hide Out. He's standing in the back watching as Eddie sings for you, but he watches the look on your face as he comes closer by the bar. His heart breaks as he watches you look at Eddie in awe.

As Eddie finishes the song, he swings the guitar to his back and drops down from the stage as he makes a bee line to you.

" Did you like it?" He asks.

" I loved it, Eddie. It was beautiful. You're beautiful" you loved seeing him on stage where he belonged. He was born for it and you can always tell from his eyes how much he loved being up there.

A hint of red paints his cheeks as he looks at you, but it's his brown doe eyes that makes your heart melt. He's looking at you like he should of been all along.

You take a step closer to him placing a hand on his chest as you look up at him. His breath fans over your face as he looks down.

" I should of chose you from the beginning, I'm so sorry for what I've put you through, sweetheart" he says as his hand goes to cup your cheek with his thumb caresses your cheek.

" It's okay, I forgive you. But you'll always be my choice" you lean into his touch and smile up at him. Eddie's heart flutters with happiness and he can't help it as he leans down capturing your lips with his. They move as one. You kiss him back with both your hands on his chest and he turns his head making the kiss deeper with his other hand going into your hair.

Steve watches with tears falling down his cheeks and he looks at Robin who gives him the look that he should of known better, that he made the wrong choice, that he lost something good in his life, that he was an idiot. Robin didn't do this out of spite to anger Steve, but for you, she wanted you to be happy.

Eddie made you happy. She did it for you.

Steve looks down at his shoes, sniffling feeling his heart break as he lost the one thing that was good in his life.

You.

[omegaversesteddieweek]

STEDDIE OMEGAVERSE WEEK DAY TWO: OMEGA/OMEGA or ALPHA/ALPHA -- ROUND UP

Here are all of our amazing submissions for Day Two of Steddie Omegaverse Week 2023! Find them under the read more. You can find all of these on our collection on ao3 or at the links below.

But to open my arms and give it all to you by Caroline_is_not_here

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 12.3k

Steve has always had this emptiness inside him, an emptiness that he was never able to fill, until Eddie came into his life. After all, omegas are made to live together, it's clear that no one but an omega could fill that void, but for Steve, who knows that this relationship should be nothing more than platonic, he knew it wasn't enough. Steve wanted more.

hearth in my home, heart in my chest by catknives

Teens & Up, complete, no warnings, 2.2k

Steve and Eddie have been friends forever. Steve is pretty sure he never wants to be with anyone else. Nothing, not even designations, can change that.

I Was Made for Lovin' You by HawkinsBNBG

Explicit, complete, chose not to use warnings, 8.1k

Just a good ol' story of two friends who had it bad for each other.

to build a home by Atleastwritingisfun

Teens & Up, complete, chose not to use warnings, 3.4k

Steve's failed at a lot of things in life, and without anywhere to go now - he goes to the one place he feels whole. And perhaps in that home, he finds a part of him heals that wasn't truly broken in the first place. aka Steve gets kicked out of the house and ends up living with the Munsons.

Track Service by PersonalLies (BleachFox)

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 4.1k

Steve was panting, sweat dripping down his face as he ran laps in the blistering summer heat. The school track was mostly deserted this time, the darkening sky doing nothing to relieve the day's humidity. Feet aching, heart pounding, Steve loved the rush that came from running. He’d already done several laps, the burn starting to become uncomfortable as he neared the school again. As he passed the bleachers, the wind began blowing in his face, and although it was refreshing, it also made his pace falter. Freshly cut grass, the smell of the woods… Steve could feel his teeth sharpening, aching to bite, and he glanced around as he slowed to a stop at the dirt line. The scent was starting to fade, so he began running back up the track in the opposite direction, following the scent now. It was coming from behind the bleachers, and as he rounded the end, he found Eddie Munson smoking beneath them. Eddie jumped at his sudden appearance, and the tantalizing scent soured. “Harrington?”

How to Fool an Alpha Into Dropping an Outrageous Sum of Money on your Lying Ass (For Depserate Motherfuckers Only) by hullosweetpea

Mature, complete, no warnings, 1.8k

1. Find a stack of “Past Due” bills from the gas, water, and electric companies in the kitchen hidden in an old Ritz tin. 2. Curse your uncle for not telling you. 3. Do the math. It’s more than your paycheck from Melvald’s and your side gig of selling ditch weed to high schoolers and burnouts can afford. 4. Roll a joint with your best weed. Smoke yourself straight into the stratosphere. 5. Come up with a beautiful plan. 6. Recruit long-time best friend into said plan. 7. Pick up alpha suppressants and omega scent enhancers from your supplier. 8. Open a new bank account. 9. Write your uncle an apology note. You’ll be back in a month or two. 10. Drive to Chicago to make the worst (best) decision of your life.

Bring Me Back Down (Safe in Your Arms) by LenjaminButton

Teens & Up, complete, no warnings, 1.6k

Steve?” Dustin’s voice was hesitant as he crouched nearby, looking over the scene with worried eyes, “Is he okay?” “He’s scared.” He murmured back, not pausing in the way he was petting through Eddie’s hair, “He’s kinda…feral at the moment.”

this thing that builds by vivisea

Teens & Up, complete, no warnings, 5.9k

“They need to move me to his room,” Steve says. Joyce’s eyebrows jump toward her bangs. “What?” “We learned about it in my EMT course. If his pack isn’t here and the doctors can’t administer a hormonal treatment, the next-best thing is nesting with another omega. Usually it'd be someone close to him, but… we have to try.” OR Eddie Munson drops in the hospital. Luckily, he’s not the only omega in the Party.

But to open my arms and give it all to you by Caroline_is_not_here

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 12.3k

Steve has always had this emptiness inside him, an emptiness that he was never able to fill, until Eddie came into his life. After all, omegas are made to live together, it's clear that no one but an omega could fill that void, but for Steve, who knows that this relationship should be nothing more than platonic, he knew it wasn't enough. Steve wanted more. Steve wanted a taboo.

Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy. by ohstars

Mature, complete, no warnings, 1.7k

Steve Harrington could have any omega he wants at Hawkins High, but not the man he really loves.

Nothing Tastes Better by StarsHideYourFires

Mature, complete, no warnings, 1.6k

Wayne’s tired. He just worked a double and he’s ready to hit the hay. Only problem is he’s come home to a house stinking of Omega in heat and it sure as hell shouldn’t be Eddie. A look at love through the lens of Eddie Munson and the two most important men in his life.

make for me a soft universe by griesly

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 9.1k

When Eddie gets tapped to check in on a very ill Steve, he expects the flu - not touch-sickness. That, at least, Eddie can do something about.

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hawkins will never be the same after the supposed earthquake of ‘86. many families moved after that and the remains of what the town used to be were forever planted in the minds of the people who still lived there. few knew the truth about this ‘earthquake’ that it was in fact a breach between the two planes, one known to those as the upside down and the other plane known as regular old hawkins. it seemed that these few were destined to defeat the one they call vecna.

but before i get ahead of myself, let me tell who these heroes are. first, we have the party leader/paladin mike wheeler then the cleric will byers, the mage el hopper, the ranger lucas sinclair, the zoomer max mayfield and finally, the bard dustin henderson. now that i’ve explained this, i shall start with a little summary of what has happened shortly after the ‘earthquake’.

the byers have decided to stay in hawkins along with the rest of the gang. they were all determined to win this upcoming war for their antagonist was not yet finished with them. he went by many names, one/henry/peter/vecna but the one name that described him best was in fact vecna. he feeds off the fear, guilty and overall anxiety of others then killing them in cold blood. he has claimed four victims and he longs for another, one of our heroes? maybe, maybe not. but one thing’s for sure, he’s hunger for revenge and it’s best served cold. other than vecna, the gang were also waiting for dearest max to wake from her coma placed by the one and only vecna. the most desperate were lucas and el, for they both had the closest bond towards her. they’d visit every day, reading and singing to her. anything to see that the max they once knew was in there somewhere.

fast forward to a few weeks before the battle. the rainfall of ashes has stopped and not a shade of green lay on any grass nor field. it looked depressing to most still holding on to the illusion of what was but, some had bigger problems at hand like trying to think of how to defeat a monster.

“so, this is what i have planned we do what we did before but bigger and better.” nancy declared “this has to work so no one can deviate from the plan, ok?” everyone begrudgingly agreed except for mike. “anyone questions or concerns?” nancy remarked. mike lifted his gaze off the floor, “actually i do.” he said. “and what exactly may that be, mike?” nancy replied. “your plan’s bullshit.” mike said bluntly, everybody stared at him with astonishment. “what did you say?” nancy said, confused. “what you did last time didn’t work, right?” mike said then continued “vecna’s still alive and max’s still in a coma so, your plan’s bullshit.” nancy looked at him in irritation. “i suppose you have a better plan, plan guy?” nancy said snappily, crossing her arms and hesitantly allowing mike authority. “first, put your guns away, they didn’t work last time and they’re probably not gonna work.” mike said, nancy scoffed but let him continue. “what hurt vecna the most when you fought him?” mike asked.

robin and steve looked at each other then suggested “fire?” “fire, it is. if fire hurt him the most then we lit his ass in flames.” mike declared. “anything else?” mike said, no one answered. “so you all are just going with his plan?” nancy said with hurt in her voice. everyone agreed and she just decided to push down her hurt and focus on what’s at hand. “ok so when are we going to initiate this plan?” nancy asked and mike looked up at her like the answer was obvious. “when he strikes again and i’ll make sure of it.” “but how will you know that he will?” nancy interjected. “we’ll give him bait….” mike said with a long pause. “me.” the whole room would go into a burst of outrage.

“michael, you can’t be serious!” will shouted. “i am.” mike said before leaving the room, many thinking ‘what will he do?’ will tried to go after him but jonathan held him back. “it’s not worth it.” jonathan whispered to him.

now we shall fast forward to the day of vecna’s attack, mike has be caught with no chance of survival or does he?

part two will be coming soon :)

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