#FUCK I FORGOT EDDIES TATTOOS

[sabeedraws]

chaos at the Symbrock dinner table it can be kinda hard to focus when you're really in love with your parasitic alien spouse! (at least the spawn doesn't mind)

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

🧠🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱🧠

(This one ran away with me, whoops)

Batboy_Kas: Um ... dude, what? 🤨

This is the dm that greets Steve when he pulls his phone from his back pocket to check his Instagram. One confused frown, some scrolling, and one near-heart-attack later, he concludes that he forgot to lock his screen when he put the phone away earlier.

Which caused him to somehow end up on this random stranger's profile.

And go to his DMs.

And send him a GIF.

Not just any GIF. One of a grotesquely round and jiggly, animated ass. There's a text beneath the GIF. It reads: 2iggnag lg9gajdgka hfhdgjy.

"Aw, fuck!" Steve swears, neck prickling with heat as he types his reply.

Steve_Hairington: Shit, sorry. My ass typed that 😅

Batboy_Kas: Fitting choice of gif 🍑

Steve_Hairington: Yeah I guess

Batboy_Kas: You could say it's a ... smart ass

Steve snorts a laugh. What a dork! He's still debating if he should reply or leave it at that when Batboy_Kas sends his next message.

Batboy_Kas: So ... not even the tiniest chance you were flirting with me?

Steve_Hairington: Sorry dude. I prefer my men-

(He pauses to squint at the guy's profile pic. A cute little cartoon bat.)

-a little more human-shaped.

Batboy_Kas: Hey! That's just bc you've never had a creature of the night b4 🦇😉

Steve_Hairington: 🤣🤣🤣 Nice try, bat boy!

They end up texting (and flirting) regularly. Kas - named after some vampire dude from that dungeons and dipshits game Dustin enjoys - is a huge fantasy and music nerd, can keep up a string of banter for hours, and his dms quickly become the highlight of Steve’s days.

He knows better than to meet random faceless and nameless strangers from the internet, he really does. But when Kas says he's in town for work some two months later, Steve is a bit embarrassed at how fast he agrees to a date.

Kas doesn't really beat the vampire allegations when he shows up at their meeting point, skittish and nervous, clad in an oversized Metallica hoodie, drawn all the way over his head inspite of the sunny weather, dark shades obscuring his eyes.

He's cute, though. Sweet and almost shy without the distance and a screen between them, but still with that quick wit and edgy sense of humor Steve has come to like so much. A deep, rich voice that makes something inside Steve’s belly tingle, a hint of dark curls spilling out from his hood, and strong, calloused hands covered in rings, the edges of black tattoos disappearing into his sleeves. It makes Steve wanna take the stupid hoodie off him so that he can see all of him.

Which is exactly what he does when they take it to Kas's hotel room later that night. And God, the man is gorgeous. Dark, messy curls framing a pair of insanely dark brown eyes and the poutiest lips Steve has ever had the pleasure of kissing. An intricate web of tattoos that are just begging to be traced with his tongue.

Later, when they're lying together in an exhausted tangle of naked limbs and sweaty sheets, Steve snaps a photo and saves it as his phone background. He doesn't think much of it.

Until a week later, when Dustin opens his phone to read out a message while Steve is driving and starts shrieking so loudly they almost crash into a tree, bc why the fuck does Steve have a selfie of himself and Eddie Munson - frontman of the world famous metal band Corroded Coffin - on his phone and are you both naked, Steve???

Tagging some friends to share a brainworm of their own:

@cuips-not-cute @steddiecameraroll @postmodernau @oh-stars @steddie-island

@wynnyfryd @pennyplainknits @medusapelagia @hotluncheddie @sidekick-hero

[trashmouth-richie]

eddie x reader

a follow up to this prompt by @rebelfell

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tw: angst, smut, minors fuck off pls teasing? is that a trigger idk.

“we need to talk.” the conversation we’ve been waiting for after you catch your best friend getting head finally unfolds

“We need to talk.”

Your blood ran cold, ice in your veins it was practically prickling your skin. The heat on your cheeks bloomed and your gut quaked at the sight of him, covered. 

Play dumb! It’ll work! 

“I , m-mean, now?— like right now? You have cum- company! a guest— we can talk later, yeah?” 

The stuttering, calmly hands and the sweat gathered under your arms— you were a one woman walking circus, missing the clown nose.  

“Why are you being so weird?” He leans into your doorframe, tattooed arms cross over his broad and glistening chest. 

The flush still in his cheeks almost brought you to your knees, but it was the single flick of his tongue on his lips that had you melting and wishing he had licked your lips instead. Fuck.

“… besides, you already interrupted my guest, so she left—”

Your ears perk up at the mention of said whore leaving your apartment, and your eyelashes bat open, “she left? Why?” 

Eddie huffs and puts his tongue in his cheek like he can’t believe you’re being so stupid. 

“Cut the shit, okay? Will you just be an adult for a second?” 

The smile on your lips falls and you take a step back towards your bed setting your keys down on the nightstand. The silence is anything but quiet. The energy was chaotic and shooting like daggers much like Eddie’s eyes into yours.

“Well?” he asks dramatically, raising his eyebrows to try to get you to speak.  

Play dumb— it’s working! 

“Well what?” you muse innocently. 

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie spits, any softness he brought into this situation had fizzled—dead at the door. 

“I—”

“Forget how to knock?” 

“No—”

“Suuuure, you just thought you’d what? Barge in, ignoring our code?” 

“I didn’t—-there was no hot water! You forgot to pay the water bill!”

“That’s not how water bills work.”

You stand stunned— mouth open to argue but nothing will even come out.

“It’s the water heater for this shitheap building that’s out— if you don’t believe that I paid the bill—call the water company yourself.” 

“…oh.” your voice is small, quiet almost unheard. 

“Wow, really great apology.” 

“Oh relax! Just call her back and explain it was a mistake, who cares? She shouldn’t be so uptight.” 

Eddie is fuming, blood rushing to his head as he tries not to yell out right. But fuck you were being so difficult.

“Ya know… I didn’t say shit when you had Harrington tied to your bed posts and you couldn’t undo the knots— did I? Nope—not a fucking word, I just cut him loose and acted like nothing ever happened!”

You wince, who knew knots were that hard to unlace?

“That was different!” 

“Or the multiple times I caught the fuckin’ Chief slipping out of your room at 5 AM? I even bummed him a cigarette for his morning coffee!” 

Your jaw hung to the floor, you didn’t know Eddie had any idea that you’d been sleeping with Hopper. 

“So? What—we’re just airing out dirty laundry now?” you could be venomous too, your rattle sounding off ready to strike. 

“How many months did you try gettin’ into Mary’s pants before you dumped her because she’s married to Jesus Christ her Lord & Savior? Her name is Mary for fucks sake! Not hard!”

His face pulls to anger, “don’t be a bitch!” 

“And where’s Gareth? Never see him around anymore, maybe it’s because you ran over his d—.” 

“That was an accident! I honked and he never moved!” 

“He was deaf Eddie!” you yell back into his face, “or! How about the time I had to pick you up from the Hideout because you got so drunk you pissed your pants?” 

“That was YOU!” 

The two of you were standing nose to nose, shouting accusing each other of shit that didn’t even matter. Eddie had your back and you’d have his until the end. Cradle to the grave. 

But this was different, you weren’t fighting like siblings or friends, you were both screaming as if you were in pain. 

He’s the first to move, shaking his head and turning towards the door. when he speaks his voice is low, angry.

“When my door is shut don’t open it—turn your ass around and fuck off, got it?” 

His words split your skin, vining through your body like sharp thorns. The hot spill of tears were welling in your eyes. 

“Sorry to bother you, asshole— won’t happen again.”

He’s on the opposite side when you slam your door in his face. The rain brewed and stewed and finally was ready to fall from the clouds in your eyes. 

Why were you acting like this? 

Grabbing your keys you set to leave again, needing an escape so he couldn’t hear your wailing cries. But again— when you opened the door, he was still standing there, only this time he looked pissed. 

“Move.”

He brushes you off as if he didn’t even hear you, “enough.”

“Eddie, get out of the way!” 

“Do you know how many nights I listened to you fake it for this fuckheads?” How long 

I’ve waited for you to admit it?” 

He shuts your door behind him as he pushes his way inside. 

“Admit what?”

“C’mon, baby— we haven’t been friends for a long time, not really.” 

You’re confused and on the verge of tears, “what?!”

Eddie presses forward, head tilted down at you.

 “Those douchebags you bring here can’t handle you the way I know you need…coming home to see their boots by the front door makes me absolutely despise you.”

“Who gives a shit? I trip over skanky high heels sometimes too.”

You were missing the point he was trying to make, way over your head. 

“Never satisfied when they leave…that little vibrator in the top drawer is not as quiet as you think it is.”

You were throbbing, aching… how did he know? 

He inches forward, and you double back towards the door.

“I—”

“Pretty little moans on your lips just minutes after they leave…‘m not stupid sweetheart, I know you do it on purpose— parading around the apartment in your little shorts, never wearing a bra… you’re a tease.” 

He wasn’t right. He couldn’t be! Right?

“I hate you, Eddie.” 

He stalks forward like a predator eyeing its prey, a stupid smirk on his face. 

“No— No I don’t think you do. I think you’re so fucking wound up about me, jealous... It’s alright, I get it. I bury myself in bitches so you’ll get out of my head.”

He takes a ragged breath, his eyes pitch dark, and your back hits the door, he closes in around you, his arms on either side of your head. 

“I fucking hate you, princess. I hate that it doesn’t work.. you’ve made me jealous for too fucking long.”

Your body was screaming, angel and devil on your shoulder dancing and holding hands rooting you on. 

“H-how long?”

His hand falls to your chin, pulling down your bottom lip.

“Senior year. Hellfire. You laughed at one of Jeff’s stupid fucking jokes and my blood ran cold. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at him. That was just the first time I realized I wanted you.”

You shudder, fingers running along his chest, playing with the chain on his neck, “why not say anything?”

“Didn’t wanna ruin this.” 

His lips nearly touch yours, he’s leaning in so close. And you don’t pull away. 

“I think it’s pretty clear that our friendship is over, Eddie. I fucking hate you.” 

“I hate you, too sweetheart.” 

The tension is thick, spinning with bated breath and sexual desire. 

“So, we hate each other?”

“Yep.” Eddie muses, angling your chin so he can see your neck. 

“…and we aren’t friends?” 

He nods silently, pressing his nose to your cheek, “seems to be that way.” 

“You’ve ruined everything.”

“Good,” he all but whispers into your ear. 

“..a perfectly good pair of underwear.” 

His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips. “Can’t have that.” 

“No, not at all,” you tease, thumbing at your waistband and letting your shorts hit the floor.

He steps back to examine you with wide eyes, letting them narrow as he bites his lip, looking you dead in the eyes. 

“I’m gonna fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.” 

Pulling him back into you by his chain necklace you ask centimeters from his lips, tasting the heat from his mouth, “what are you waiting for?” 

He takes a deep breath, hovering his mouth over yours, “nothing, not anymore.”

His tongue hits you first, electric like an eel on your lips, his breath hot as fire. You moan out when his hands grip your ass, pulling you into him with such force you could have toppled over. 

Eddie is loud too. Groaning with each swipe of your tongue against his. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, baby.” 

His dick is pressed into your middle, hard and kicking up as your hands reach into his hair, pulling you closer to him as if he were a rope and you were climbing a mountain. 

He pulls you away from the door to get a quick slap to your ass. Rough and hard and you’re mewling, his rings stinging your skin. 

Your lips close to his ear you whisper “Eddie… please.”

He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck. 

“You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you whatever you need, however many times you want it, honey.”

His fingers dip into your waistband around your hips as he slides your panties down to your thighs.  “Let me see that cunt, show me what I did to you.” 

You step out of your panties and he lowers himself to the floor on bent knees. “Jesus Christ, look how pretty she is, ‘m gonna eat this pussy till you cum all over my face.” 

You nod dumbly, body on fire from his words, the lust of having his hands touch you in places he never had, places you dreamt he would, has your mind spinning. 

His bangs tickle your inner thighs, breath fanning on your clit, thumbs spreading you open. He sucks in a breath, whistling low.

A single flick of his tongue— that’s all it takes for your eyes to roll, for your back to bend in an arch like you were being exorcized of hell’s worst demons. Your fingernails scratching into the door trying to anchor yourself from grinding on his face until his nose broke. 

He spits, watching it drip down to your cunt, “don’t ask me to stop.” 

Diving in, his tongue is everywhere. Lapping you up, sucking your clit into his mouth. Swirling around like you would while eating an ice cream cone. Your chest heaves and your thighs tremble as he hooks one over his shoulder pressing into him and he gently pushes it back into place, his eyes never leaving your body. 

When it happens again, he shoves it down with force, nipping at one of your thighs, his lips shiny and wet he groans, “keep ‘em put.” 

The tip of his middle finger pushes into you, and you squeak out a gasp, leaning forward off the door to take a look at him, and he nearly laughs, “jesus, you’re tight sweetheart, gonna need to work you up a bit.” 

He smiles before attaching his mouth to your thigh, sucking a bruise as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a second that’s easier than the first. Your body rolls with his motions, pushing back against him and you know your orgasm is about to snap.

His tongue replaces his fingers and the heat in your stomach releases, untying the white knot and spilling over his lips as you scream out his name. 

“Thatta girl, fuck look at you, Christ.” 

Your eyes open, a strange drunk feeling taking over, as if you were high on a cloud and falling gracefully back to the earth. Opening to see the blackened eyes of the guy you’ve called your best friend for years, and if you would have known his tongue could do that, maybe you would have ruined this friendship a lot sooner.

“Fuck off Munson,” you mutter, out of breath as your foot gently sets on the ground.

“What?” he laughs.

“Just keeping the fact that you eat pussy better than the devil all to yourself huh? Selfish.”

His face splits into a grin laced with evil as he stands, licking his lips, “that’s not all I can do.” 

He’s on you in a flash, hoising you up into his arms, and using the other to hastily shove his boxers down. “Can’t go back after this.” 

“Oh this is the tipping point? Fucking is gonna ruin it not you just making going down on me?” 

He rolls his eyes as he lines himself up with you, “what happened to that sweet girl I used to chase in the trailer park, huh?” 

You reach around your legs and grab his thick cock and lightly sink down onto it the head barely pushing past your puffy lips, “fuck…met a boy who grew up and started selling weed out of his van, kind of an asshole, really big dick though.”

He thrusts up into you so hard you nearly see black, vision spotty from pleasure alone, you whine his name and he practically comes undone.

“Don’t.. shit… don’t do that, I won’t last. Those noises haunt me… been wanting to hear them.”

He holds you tight and fucks you slowly, dragging his cock at a ridiculously slow speed. Groaning when you suck him in deep, biting his neck. 

“There it is, the noise that started this whole mess.” 

He grins into you stupidly, “I’m glad you’re perverted plan worked, you little hussy.” 

His hips move faster and your both whining, accompanied by the slapping of skin on skin. “Water heaters’ been out since last week, ‘m not stupid babe, you’re the one who called and asked.” 

“Whoops— oh my goddd,” you squeal before you're panting like a dog and clawing his arms with your nails, he was splitting you wide open and you were near to tears. 

The tears finally fall when Eddie bottoms out in your cunt, filling you up, grunting your name as he rests his forehead to your shoulder— completely spent. 

His lips kiss your collar bone and you twirl a curl away from his face exhausted around his softening length. 

“Princess,” he breathes, kissing life back into himself with the sweat from your skin, “if you wanted to fuck, you should have told me sooner, could have saved us a week of cold showers, y’know?” 

You kissed his lips, letting him set you down on the bed so you could both lay back in a lazy post sex high, surrounded by your blankets. 

“Well maybe you should have fixed it sooner, you are the maintenance manager of the building.”  

Eddie grins and pins you onto the mattress, his hair falling into your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheeks to catch a rogue eyelash, “come with me to fix it?” 

“Hmm..” fingers moving his hair behind his ear, “you gonna wear that slutty stained white tank top?” 

“Slutty? Why, gonna seduce me in the boiler room?” his lips move down your neck and you whimper. 

“Maybe…” you tease tickling his underarm, “so if I wouldn’t have barged into your room… what else would you have done?” 

Eddie only smiles, thinking of his plan to “break” the air conditioner and hide your hoodies and blankets so you’d have to come to him for warmth. 

“Let’s just say, you would have ended up as my girl one way or another.” 

steve tied up in readers room

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[oneforthemunny]

clandestine meetings (remastered) |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| part three

prompt: sneaking around with eddie catches up to the two of you. part three of the series

age gap, but everything is consensual. reader is 25-26. eddie is 42. if this isn't for you, don't read.

contains: minors dni. age gap, swearing, p in v sex, oral fem recieving, language, slight angst.

You liked being with Eddie.

You liked Eddie, a lot. 

You liked how he liked you. You liked how you felt when you were with him. You liked how he made you feel. 

There were a lot of things that you liked about being with Eddie.

Best of all, you liked that he was all yours. Your own little secret. 

A secret that was all your own, just the two of you- well, and Lydia. You had to tell someone. 

A week earlier, you’d given her the giggly confession while you were both making drinks. She had nearly spilled the cappuccino, giving you a wide eye, gawking gasp, the steaming beverage just barely missing her hand.

“The dad?” Lydia blinked, mouth gaping in shock. You could only nod, lip tucking between your teeth, trying to keep your giddy composure. “The one that came in here a while ago?” 

“Yeah, that one.” You nodded, shoving the plastic cup on the drink, setting it on the pick up counter.

 "And… how old is he exactly?" Her brow quipped in question.

You'd grinned. "It’s not that bad. He's only, like, forty...two."

Lydia gave you a laugh that sounded more like a screech of surprise, eyes cutting towards the counter to compose herself. "So, you totally don’t have to answer this- this is me being your friend, not your manager right now, but I gotta know- Is he good?" She asked in a low tone, head ducking down towards yours.

You shook your head, heat prickling in the pit of your tummy when you thought about it- thought about how Eddie had you last night, clawing at his shoulders, yanking at his curls when he went down on you, how it had left you screaming. "Really good."

And he was.

Eddie didn’t rush like the other guys did- guys your own age. Always fast and greedy, not caring about you only chasing their own high. With Eddie, it was like his entire purpose was to please you. As if he had somehow found a book on you, what you liked, how you liked it, and studied it cover to cover. Always knowing the perfect pace, angles, positions that made you gush and scream, clamped around him and clawing at his tattooed shoulders or back until you saw stars.

Your head would reel, babbling mindlessly as he’d fuck you into the mattress. “There, right there, Eddie, fuck.” Tears streamed down your face as you gripped his wrist that was rubbing lazy circles around your clit.

“Right there?” Eddie grunted, a smile on his face as he delivered a particularly hard thrust that had you giving a low, throaty moan.

“Yes.” You whined, high and whiny, the way he liked it. You’d learned that about him now. “So fuckin’ good. Please don’t stop.” You begged.

You felt so full, full of him. His cock was pounding your sweet spot, making you see stars. You were close, you had been for hours. Since you’d come to his house after your shift at the cafe, he’d been on you. Hungry from the moment he saw you, pulling you into a feverish kiss, consuming your mouth in his, pushing you against the counter. He’d gone down on you in the kitchen, dropping to his knees, joints popping and a slight groan leaving his lips that had you giggling before you were bent over the kitchen table, clawing the wooden table as his tongue devoured you.

You were hooked.

In every way. Not just with the sex- though it was better than you ever could have imagined. It was refreshing, comforting the way he was just so sweet to you. 

Always opening your door, pressing kiss disguised compliments to your cheek that left you blushing. He’d give you his jacket when you were cold- because you always forgot yours,and wouldn’t huff about it, no snarky backhanded remarks that left you feeling small and stupid. On the colder nights, when you were walking to his car after dinner dates, he’d take your hands in his, rubbing his calloused palms over yours to keep you warm, flashing you a grin.

“You gotta get you some gloves, baby.” Eddie tutted, voice raspy with years of nicotine intake. “Gonna get sick.” Your heart would rush with adrenaline heat, leaning into his side, gooey with warmth.

You’d blushed, shrugging. “I don’t need one. I can just put them in my pockets.” Shoving them into your- his jacket.

Eddie snorted, giving you a pointed look that left you grinning mischievously. “Yeah? In the jacket you always forget?”

You gave him a small shrug, lips twisting in a grin. “‘S not that far of a walk. I’ll be fine without it.” 

Eddie would grin, pull you close to him, lips pressing to your head in a kiss. “Gotta have one or the other in this cold weather. Fuckin’ freezing out here, and you can’t be freezing, too. Can’t be gettin’ sick on me, baby. Don’t wanna miss our date nights because you caught a cold.” Your heart had soared, sure it would burst right out of your chest. He liked spending time with you too. 

If his words weren’t confirmation enough, the next day when he’d picked you up, knitted gloves sitting in your seat, wrapped in a satin bow and with a tag you recognized from an overly priced boutique downtown. “Figured you needed some.” Eddie shrugged when you’d thanked him. “Thought they looked like you, y’know? Brielle likes that store, so I went in there.” 

“I love them.” You grinned, cheeks straining, aching from how much you’d been smiling lately- how could you not? When Eddie made you so happy. “You didn’t- Let me pay you back. It’s too much-” 

Eddie only scoffed, shoving your hand lightly when you reached for your purse. “I wanted to get them for you. You need some anyway. I figured if they were cute, you might wear them.” Eddie winked at you. 

“Besides, I liked spoilin’ you. Let me spoil you a little, you deserve it.” His words had you in a cloud, leaning across the bench of his truck to kiss him, sloppy and sweet, uncaring. 

For all the affection and adoration that came with being with Eddie, there was a slimmer of something exhilarating. Maybe it was the age difference, that he was closer to your parent’s age than your own. Maybe it was the chaos of it all, that your little sister and his daughter brought the two of you together, an unlikely meeting and an even more unlikely relationship blossoming. 

Maybe it was the secrecy. 

The sneaking around. It felt different than it did in high school, sneaking out to meet guys, hook up in basement bathrooms. It was more mature, the affair of it all, more sophisticated. Eddie would take you out, just not in Hawkins, always a town or two over- the two of you worrisome that you’d run into someone you knew, though neither of you ever said it out loud.  

You’d stay the night, Friday nights, when Eddie didn’t work the Saturday shift. You’d wake up tangled in his sheets, padding down to the kitchen in one of his shirts, aways with a metal hair band from the 80s and 90s. 

“1983 tour, hm?” You hummed, looking at the worn and faded shirt before slipping it on, the fabric soft with age. 

“Yeah, Saxon. They were pretty good. Me and my friends snuck in, pushed our way through the barricade. Actually, we got that shirt off some drunk guy. He dropped it and we snatched it, kept it in my back pocket while he was lookin’ for it.” Eddie snickered at the memory, head shaking slowly. 

“Sounds like fun.” You smiled warmly back at him, hands smoothing over the wrinkles of the fabric. 

“Yeah, it was.” Eddie nodded slowly. He sat for a moment, brows knitting when he looked back at you. “Were- 1983, were you even born then?” 

You only giggled, a nervous heat rising through your throat. It was one of the first times the age gap was mentioned between the two of you, the obvious pointed out and pulled into the light. 

Selfishly, you didn’t want it to come to light, not just yet. You were comfortable in the shadows for now. Comfortable in his kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. Sometimes you’d sit on the back porch with him, curled up in the seat next to him while he smoked, slow. 

Other times you’d sit at the table, take in every detail of the home. The slightly outdated decor, a hidden hint at when he’d moved in, when he’d gotten divorced. Pictures of Brielle covered the house, her throughout the years preserved through school photos and candids in frames, on the fridge. She looked so much like him, but had features of someone else- her mom, the woman you were petrified of, yet so intrigued about. 

This morning was the same. Another night out, to a brewery two towns over. The night was spent playing skii ball in the very hipster-ish place, still, Eddie had won. He told you he would. “This used to be my fuckin’ game back in the day, baby. I’d always win at the arcade.” 

He’d taken you home, the two of you fucking on the bed, drunken and silly and giggly until you collapsed, overwhelmed in exhausted. You’d woke up in his arms, warm against his chest. 

Eddie was gone in the morning, an early riser, he’d told you the first night when you mentioned his absence. Arms stretching out, you groaned lightly, head pulsing a little from the alcohol the night before, mouth too dry for your liking. 

You were floating, warm and smiley, despite the slight hangover. Even that couldn’t damper your mood, the buzz and thrill of domesticity, of love. Maybe it was too early to say that, you weren’t sure. 

The routine was familiar now; get your coffee, open the blinds, and sit in your own peace until Eddie came in from smoking, then you’d cook breakfast together. Simple, domestic, and oh so sweet. 

The front door opened, you turned, smiling, ready to greet Eddie. Your face fell as you met a different pair of puddle eyes.

“What the fuck?” Brielle jumped, eyes widening as she stumbled back out of the door, looking from the outside back at you in horrified shock, like she’d somehow made a mistake, walked through the wrong door and into an alternate reality.

Your breath caught in your throat, too terrified to speak, unable to even if you wanted to. What do you say? What could you say? Was there anything to say anyways?

“Are you-“ Brielle shook her head, curls that matched Eddie’s falling around her, gawking at you with disbelief. “W-What the fuck? What the fuck is going on? What is- This isn’t real. No fuckin’ way. What are you doing here?”

“Brielle, I-I-“

“Did you get your coffee, baby?” Eddie’s soft voice filled the space as he stepped in off the back porch, the sliding door latching softly. “I left you a mug on the-“ He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, face falling, eyes widening when he saw his daughter with a similar look of horror and shock.

Brielle’s mouth fell, eyes rounding and darting from you to Eddie. “You-” Brielle looked at you. 

“A-And you-” Her words stuttered, jumbling through her shock, maybe her repulsion when she looked at Eddie, face snarling in complete disgust. 

“Oh, I’m gonna be sick.” Brielle groaned, cringing as she turned on her heel to walk out the front door.

“Brielle,” Eddie sighed sharply, a hand sliding down his face, heavy footsteps following her out the door. “Brielle, just wait a second.”

Your body was frozen in place, unable to move even if you wanted to, head reeling with embarrassment- with realization. You could hear the voices of the father-daughter duo outside, Eddie’s desperate soothing tone blending with Brielle’s high pitched screech of horror.

“-Brielle, just calm down-“

“-Have you lost your mind?” Brielle shrilled. “She’s Maddy’s sister- her sister, an-and she’s like twenty-”

“-No, she’s not-.” 

“-She’s like my age, dad!” 

“No, she’s not, Brielle. Stop.” Eddie huffed. “This really isn’t your business-“

“What?” Brielle shrieked loudly, making you cringe inside the house. “You-You’ve lost it. You have fucking lost your mind! I-I don’t even- I don’t know if this is a midlife crisis or something, but you’ve lost your mind. This is crazy.”

"Brielle Jo, get back here. I'm talkin' to you. Do not slam that door." Eddie's voice was hard, stern with a gruff edge you hadn't seen since the first time you'd met. His hand pushed her car door open, eyes narrowing at her. 

"I thought you were at your mama's today." He hesitated, gripping the door with a white knuckled fist.

"I forgot my textbook." Brielle glared, tone filled with annoyance. "And I tried to call you, but," Her eyes cut toward the house, where you were still inside, shivering in disgust all over again. 

"I'm leaving." She declared, reaching for the door handle.

Eddie's shoulders slumped in defeat, moving so she could slam the door. Hands ran down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Your legs shook when you stood, hands wringing nervously, watching Eddie with careful eyes when he finally came back in. "Maybe I should go." You suggested, your voice soft and timid, breaking the deafening silence that filled the kitchen.

Eddie nodded, a hand running over his eyes, trying to rub away a headache that was beginning to form. "I think that would be for the best, baby." He gave a small sad smile that still made your heart flutter, just with a feeling that was unfamiliar- fear, maybe. 

"I just need to talk to Brie for a little bit. She-She's dramatic, y'know? Teenager." Eddie offered a small laugh, but it felt forced. It didn’t bring the relief that either of you hoped it would.

Your own reckoning came later that day.

Back to your apartment, you tried to keep yourself busy, keep your mind from spiraling further, anxious thoughts consuming every part of you. Keep your head from screaming the one damning thought that left you filled with fear- that it was over.

The vibrations on the table had you jumping, eyes cutting towards your phone, heart filling with hope that it was Ed. Madeline's name flashing across the screen instead. 

"Hello?"

"Are you ok?" Madeline's voice was calm on the other end.

You furrowed your brows. "Yeah, why?" The pause that followed had your stomach sinking, the way it did before there was a drop on a rollercoaster.

"Oh, you kow, I was just checking, because I'm pretty sure you've lost your fucking mind."

Ice ran through your veins, your spine wincing at her tone. You’d expected it, yet it still hurt. "Maddy, I-"

"-Brielle's dad?" Madeline boomed, screaming into the speaker so loud you flinched, pulling the phone away. "Have you lost your mind? Like seriously, w-what the fuck?  Why-Why are you doing this?"

You stuttered, struggling to find the words when your heart was hammering this way. "Madeleine, I-I just,” You huffed. “It-It's none of your business, ok-"

"-It most certainly is!" Madeline screeched, her anger intensifying with her tone. 

"You're fucking my best friend's dad! My best friend’s dad, like- are you fucking insane?” 

“No, we’re- we’re not just- it’s not just-”

“-I get a call from Brielle, and she's going absolutely insane losing it on me, and telling me that her dad is having a midlife crisis because he’s fucking my sister, and she walked in on you two in the kitchen!"

"It-It's not like that, ok?" You stammered, a poor defense, but all you could muster.

"Not like that?" Madeline repeated with a huff. “There shouldn’t even be a that! Why? Why would you do this? You couldn’t fuck someone your own age?” 

"It's not like that." You barked defensively. "We’re not just- I like him, ok? We’ve been going out, an-and he's really sweet, and he treats me really nice, and-and,” Your heart hammered in your throat, burning with tears that threatened to fall. 

“I-I'm not having this conversation with you. It's actually none of your business, anyways, and-and we're not doing anything wrong!" You snapped, voice shaking with emotions you tried to swallow down.

Madeline paused for a moment, a stand off of silence between the two of you. 

"Then tell Mom and Dad." She challenged, an edge to her tone that felt petulant- a true younger sister, you grit in bitter thought. 

You scoffed. "What are we, seven? You're going to tattle to Mom and Dad on me?"

"No, but tell them! I mean, you're so proud of this, and there’s nothing wrong with it, right? I mean, that’s what you said! You said there’s nothing wrong with it, so tell them!" Madeline sneered from the other line. 

"Tell them how you're fucking Brie's dad. Tell them how old he is, and that you’re in a relationship or whatever with him!"

"I'm not telling them that!" You snapped, throwing a hand up in frustration.

"Why? Because you're not doing anything wrong? Well, then tell them!" Madeline snapped back. "But you won’t, because you know it’s fucked up. And you’re scared they'll be upset. And they probably will because he's the same fuckin' age as Dad-"

"-Eddie is not the same age as Dad." You barked with a huff. "H-He's only forty-two."

"Eddie?" Madeline gasped, bitter and cold. You cringed, listening to her near mocking laugh back at you. "You're fucked up for this, you really are. Did you ever think about how this could affect my friendship?"

Your heart plummeted, guilt sinking and consuming every part of  your body. You hadn't really, outside of the fleeting thought at the beginning. You hoped it wouldn’t come, truthfully, or maybe that they’d be understanding. Maybe it would have been different, it was in your head, at least.  All the times you pictured it, you never imagined it would play out like this.  

You bit your lip, words caught in your throat, unsure what to say. Madeline gave a final scoff before hanging up, not giving you the chance to reply.

Phone in one hand, towel still clutched, unfolded in your other hand, you could do nothing but stare blankly, stunned by the events of the day- cause from your own actions. Your little Garden of Eden that you and Eddie had created with sweet touches and hidden words was gone now, crumbled and left you with an aching reality and uncertainty that had your stomach lurching. 

Eddie still hadn’t called. You got your wish, you supposed, left in the dark, but this time- you were alone.

[starrystevie]

steve's desperate, okay?

he's officially running late for his first date with linda because he couldn't find his car keys and the shirt he wanted to wear just wasn't working so he had to grab something out of his hamper and throw it on blindly which then messed up his hair and he almost forgot to brush his teeth again but remembered as he opened the front door and-

he only realizes he forgot to put on cologne once he makes it halfway to her house and smells himself. the shirt from the hamper smells stale, not bad, just stale. and steve in his normal, non-rushed state wouldn't have noticed because his trusty calvin klein would have covered it up but today is apparently not a day for things to go right.

with a sigh of frustration, steve pulls into the hook's drugstore a little too quickly and it makes his stomach lurch the tiniest bit before sliding into an open parking sport at the front door. he rushes in, pushing the door open with too much force and books it to the fragrance aisle.

"this is so fucking stupid," he mutters to himself, unable to be heard by any surrounding shoppers over the annoyingly loud jingle playing through the speakers.

steve skids to halt in front of the cologne section, crouching down and scanning quickly over the tester bottles for obsession. once he spots the amber bottle, he yanks it towards himself, spraying as much as he can onto his chest given the awkward angle he's at. as he stands back up, steve pulls his shirt collar up towards his nose and the ball of nerves in his stomach loosens at the familiar smell. he may be late but he feels like he's back in the game.

checking his watch, he sees just how late he is and makes a beeline for the door, nearly running into an older lady with far too many rolls of toilet paper in her tiny arms. as he dodges around her and extends his arm to push open the door, he hears a loud voice over the intercom.

"you're not going to buy anything after stealing cologne?"

steve stops, freezes where he is and frantically turns his head around to spot the cashier grinning at him. he has long hair and a bright red hook's drugstore vest over a denim vest which doesn't look very comfortable. he has chains in his jeans and handcuffs holding his belt closed and a smirk that is trying to kill him and oh-

"wait, stealing cologne?" steve shakes himself back into existence as the old lady pushes by him without dropping a single roll on the way back to her car. "you're going to call me putting on a few sprays stealing?"

the cashier's smile just gets bigger, like a cat hunting down a canary. steve's never felt like a canary before but can't deny that it's an exciting feeling.

"well, on a good day i wouldn't. but i'm bored and you didn't buy a single thing so technically, yes. you're stealing, pretty boy."

steve fights the urge to roll his eyes and put his hands on his hips, so instead he crosses them over his chest, cologne wafting up from the movement and reminding him that he doesn't have time for this no matter how cute the cashier may be.

he makes his way over to the counter, grabs a pack of gum and slams it on the counter. without breaking eye contact with eddie, as his nametag suggests, he throws him a salty smile of his own and pulls his wallet out from his back pocket.

eddie's eyes are a deep brown with a glimmer of something behind them and his hands are covered in rings making his fingers look long and strong. the jeans he has on are ripped on one of the the thighs, showing a hint of a tattoo to match the ones crawling up his arms. steve's no stranger to thinking men are attractive but this guy? he's on a new level. his heart thumps painfully in his chest when eddie's grin grows larger as he watches steve give him a once over. it thumps even harder when eddie gives him a once over of his own.

the clock above the register shows that he's officially 20 minutes late to picking up... laura? lisa?

no, linda. damnit.

eddie looks down at the gum and then back up at steve, quirking up an eyebrow. "i hardly think this monetarily equates to a bottle of cologne but-"

"oh come on!" steve huffs. eddie laughs and it's clear and bright, ringing off the cinderblock walls louder than the annoying jingle that's still playing. whatever fight steve may have had left in him drains away at the sound and suddenly he isn't thinking about the clock anymore. he feels his shoulders fall down to a more relaxed state, feels himself shift his weight on his feet to look more natural than ready to run at a moments notice.

"just kidding, man." eddie rings up the gum quickly and hands it back to steve. "sorry, you looked like you were in a rush. i shouldn't have created a scene just because i'm bored."

steve chuckles. "i'm already supremely late for my date so what's another five minutes. especially if it gets me..." he looks at the gum packet to look at what he even picked up in the first place. "... spearmint freshen-up gum."

"well there you go," eddie says, grin smaller than before, "a perfect thing to get for a date. everyone likes their date to be minty fresh for that first kiss."

it strikes somewhere in steve that he isn't expecting. the beemer is still out in the parking lot running so he didn't have to waste time, his watch on his wrist feels heavy, the scent of obsession overpowering. but he can't make himself move. he wants to stay and talk to eddie, wants to learn about what makes him tick.

"can i borrow your phone?" steve asks. eddie's eyebrows furrow but he reaches for the store phone and places the console on top of the counter.

"for what?"

steve look through his wallet, finding the piece of paper with linda's number on it. holding the receiver between his shoulder and ear, he dials in her number and holds his pointer finger up at eddie, signaling that he'll need a second. steve then brings the finger to his lips and shushes with his cheek pulling up in a smirk. eddie's eyes zero in on the motion and it feels like steve's gone from being the canary back to the cat.

"linda? hey it's steve."

he watches as eddie mouths steve back at him and then nods to himself when he gets the confirmation that it is indeed his name. steve throws him a wink for good measure.

"i know i'm late and i'm really really sorry to cancel last minute but-. oh. yeah, sure. have a good time. okay bye li-."

on the other end of the line, linda slams down the phone without waiting for steve to finish talking and it makes him wince with how loud it is in his ear. he gives eddie a sheepish smile, all toothy and guilt-ridden, and gently puts the receiver back down.

"what was that?" eddie asks with a disbelieving look on his face. steve shrugs.

"she got tired of waiting so she already had another guy lined up to come pick her up."

eddie sucks in air through his teeth and mimes getting shot in the heart. it has steve laughing as he falls over on the counter, hair covering his face. he turns his head to peer up at steve through the curtain of curls, the one brown eye that's visible twinkling in the harsh overhead light.

"was it true love? are you just absolutely heartbroken?"

steve thinks about it for less than a second. watches how eddie curls back up one vertebrae at a time before placing his elbows on the counter and leaning over. watches how eddie's eyes flit between his own and his lips. watches how he focuses on the latter for a little while too long.

"why would i be heartbroken," steve starts. he's being too forward, too brash, but with eddie looking at him that way, he knows he can be. "when you'll probably be on break soon and can make it up to me? you know, for making me even more late and all."

eddie's grin grows wide again. "oh really?"

steve shrugs once more with a playful look of consideration on his face, resting on his elbows to match eddie on the counter. "yes, really. this is your payback for being bored and taking it out on me."

it's later when eddie's on break and steve hasn't left the drugstore in over an hour and they're sitting in his car with bowie playing through the speakers that eddie looks up at him with a look steve knows well.

"you do smell really good, y'know." his voice is softer than steve's heard it all day.

"so are you glad i came in to steal cologne?" steve leans closer over the center console to get into eddie's personal space. there's a hand curling over his bicep and pulling him even closer, their faces only centimeters apart.

"i guess i'll let it slide this time, thief."

and when they kiss for the first time, it tastes like the freshen-up gum they both had been nonstop chewing ever since steve paid for it.

[ashwhowrites]

I know I sent in a request a few days ago, but that one was pretty long so I figured I'd also throw in a shorter request while they're still open: smutty Older!Simp!Eddie x reader in which they are basically the Gomez and Morticia of the Stranger Things universe. No plot, just Eddie and the reader being disgustingly (said with affection) OBSESSED with each other.

FUCKING LOVE THE ADDAMS FAMILY. HAVE A TATTOO TO PROVE IT

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Gomez and Morticia

Eddie had a few girlfriends in the past, and well they ended badly. All of Eddie's friends can agree that he was not boyfriend material. He kept to himself and often forgot a relationship takes a lot of work and sacrifice. It was his way or no way.

But then he graduated and became more grown-up. And he fell in love. He fell in love hard.

Her name was Y/N, Eddie met her at a concert. She was dressed to impress with her short shorts and high black boots. Her makeup was angelic and sharp enough to cut him, and he loved it. He loved how she captivated him the whole show. The band faded to nothing as he watched her dance and sing along. He swore he had never seen anything so gorgeous in his life.

She was just as smitten with him. Her claws were always dug into his skin. They were never separated, hand in hand wherever they went. She adored his long hair and how it felt against her skin. She felt breathless whenever she looked at him. The way he dressed, the way he smelled, and the way his voice sounded. Everything about him she was helplessly in love with.

It was impossible to turn either of their heads. They were both young and attractive, and people noticed that. Girls ran after Eddie like a damn ice cream truck. With their small tops and long lashes. They bounced up to their table, ignoring Y/N as she looked unbothered. Neither she nor Eddie acknowledged they were there. Their advances were simply not heard as Eddie stared at the way Y/N licked her ice cream cone. His melting in the small bowl, untouched. Y/N looked up and made eye contact with Eddie, the tease she was she slowly licked the ice cream and swirled her tongue. Her insides burned as he growled. He grabbed her cone and threw it on the table, with no care for the ice cream that now was smashed against the table. He grabbed her hand, and she smirked as he raced them to the nearest bathroom.

If any guy had the nerve to walk up to Y/N, he was quick to regret it. Eddie's deep glare and loud snarl. Eddie gave them a warning to run, if they didn't listen that was their problem. Eddie had no problem decking anyone in the face for coming near what was it. Then of course Y/N would be turned on by his possessiveness. And they would find the nearest place to hook up.

If anyone wanted to have a conversation with one of them, it was nearly impossible. Robin lost count of how many times Eddie would steal Y/N's attention and it would never return. Steve gave up on talking to either of them, he knew he stood no chance.

No one ever experienced a relationship like this. A couple that is so in love with each other, that never fight and would do anything for the other. They would die for each other and no one questioned it.

Eddie worshipped her like the queen she was. He lived to please her and happily do anything she asked. She was on the highest pedestal in his eyes and that's where she belonged.

They belonged together and only together.

~~~

"How was your day?" Eddie asked, his lips leaving kisses down Y/N's neck. She sighed at the feeling, the tension in her body from the day melting away with every kiss.

She dropped her head to the side, giving him more room as he nuzzled against her neck. His teeth lightly bit into her skin.

"Tiring. I hate work." She moaned out, she could feel his head body sitting behind her. The comfy bed underneath them.

"Yeah? I hate work too. Why don't you lay down and I'll help you out." His whispers were setting her body on fire. Her thighs clenched as she panted.

She stood up, slipping out of his grip. His eyes were on her, obviously. He licked his lips as she stripped down, her naked skin calling to him as he dropped off the bed and onto his knees.

He kissed her knees, then up her thighs. His soft lips kissed every inch of her skin as he made his way up to his feet, landing a kiss on her lips. As he kissed her, he turned them around and softly landed them on the bed.

The kiss grew hungrier as Eddie's hands grazed her skin, moving his body in between her thighs. He swallowed her moans and shivered as she tugged on his hair.

She whined as he pulled away, but was satisfied when he kissed back down her body. He whispered compliments against her skin, everything he loved about her falling from his lips as he landed on his knees again.

He grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders, dragging her body to the very edge of the bed. She propped herself on her elbows as she looked down at him.

His dark eyes eating her...as well as his mouth

She arched her back once his tongue touched her aching clit. The simple touch had her shivering and gripping the sheets. All the aches from the day washed away as his tongue swirled in circles.

She barely made a sound, just cracks from her throat as she dropped against the mattress. Her hands moved to his hair as she greedily moved her hips. Eddie always obeyed, leaving his hands behind him as he let her ride his tongue. His eyes open as he watched her rock against his mouth, she was enchanting in every which way.

"Eddie?" she panted, softly tugging his head to get his attention

"Yes, love?"

"make love to me" she moaned

Eddie smiled like a man who won the lottery. Stripping out of his clothes and eagerly laying on the bed. She climbed on top of him, sinking her wet cunt onto his hard cock. He moaned the second she was around him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lips on her chest as she began to bounce on him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, their bodies pressed against one another. Not even room for air between them. His tongue teased her nipples, and she shivered against him as she rode him faster.

She rolled her hips in the way he loved. Watching with bliss as he let go of her nipple to moan out. His head was thrown back as he let all his sounds go. She leaned forward and used her tongue to lick up his neck and into his mouth.

The sound of their heavy breathing and skin connecting echoed around the room. Her hands were flat on his shoulders as she used the leverage to feel him deeper.

She released the kiss as she felt herself getting close. His hands on her ass as he helped her move her hips.

"Fuck Eddie yes" she moaned

Eddie growled like an animal as he lay back, bringing her body with his. Her chest was flat against his as he used the new position to fuck his hips up into her. The feeling made her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her forehead pressed against his as she looked into his eyes.

"Cum for me, baby. Want that pretty pussy to cum." He said, his eyes staring into hers as she nodded.

She bit her lip as she concentrated, the feeling in her stomach burned and burned then it snapped.

"EDDIEEEE" she screamed as she felt herself cum all over him. Her whines and moans hit his lips as he watched her fall apart for him

"God, I love you," he said before he smashed his lips onto hers.

She cupped his face and slowed down her hips. But she kept moving to help him chase his orgasm. He pulled back from the kiss as he felt the need to cum. Her hands stayed on his face as she smirked and raised her eyebrows. She had so much power over him, she knew the way his body felt when he approached an orgasm.

He moaned as he kept his eyes on hers as he emptied himself inside of her. He loved how she already knew everything to do. She moved her hips to help him ride it out before gently lifting herself off of him.

But she stayed on his lap as he gently kissed her face

They belonged to each other

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[fuctacles]

Changes

@genderthings ST Women's Day: bouquet T | 805 | Pre-Steddie | Transfem Eddie, coming out, canon adjacent, phone calls | I am not sponsored by Lego but they can call me wink wink | Ao3

"Hey, you're good at making gifts, right?"

"Who is this?"

For a second, Steve blanks, wondering if he's dialed the right number. But the voice in his ear sounds right. 

"Steve? Steve Harrington?"

"Dude, I haven't heard from you in forever."

"Come on, it's been a couple of months at best," Steve protests, but as he starts doing calculations in his head, it doesn't sound as short anymore. 

"Uh-huh, try half a year."

"Shit. Sorry, Eddie. Moving had been... a lot. Guess I've lost track of time. How's life?"

"A lot of work. We have a few labels interested in working with us, but we have to make a few more demos to get signed for an album. But it's... It's good, it feels good."

Steve smiles at the receiver, happy that another one of his friends is following his dreams. 

"That's great! I'm happy for you guys. We should meet up when you're less busy."

"Yeah, totally," Eddie agrees quickly. "I have something to tell you, actually."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I, uh... So much has changed, man. Different city, different life... It's not Hawkins anymore, you know"

"Tell me about it," Steve chuckles. 

"And I'm changing too. And I'm worried it might be too much."

Steve frowns. Change was always scary, and often meant someone would be left behind, usually him. But he soldiers on with a joke. 

"What, you got even more tattoos? Human painting style?"

"You bet your ass I did," Eddie laughs. 

"Well, Hawkins might hate it, but as long as you're happy, your friends will have your back. We didn't save the world for nothing, right?" 

"Right," he parrots. "So, what did you want to ask me?"

"Ah! Women's Day is coming up and I'm completely blank on what to give Robin."

"Dude." There's a shuffle in the other side, like Eddie changed his position to be more comfortable. "You're her weird cosmic bestie, shouldn't you know her best? How could I possibly be of service?"

"Well," Steve draws out the word, slumping against the wall. "She buys all the books she wants, she's against expensive clothes, we're stocked on candy for a year, and we have limited space. But she said she'd like something to decorate her room, make it more homey."

"Uh, a plant?" Eddie suggests. 

"Eddie. Would I be calling you if the answer was as simple as a plant."

"I'm guessing Buckley is a serial plant killer then."

"She murdered my basil plant and I haven't forgiven her yet."

Eddie snorts before making a loud hum.

"Alright then, well. A painting, a poster?"

"She already has so many posters," Steve groans. "I'm not sure there's even space left on the wall, not after she stole that huge Madonna one."

"I see the big city is doing her good, huh?"

"I need ideas."

"I don't know, man. You're close enough, get her a vibrator or something."

"Already got her one for Christmas."

It's Eddie's turn to groan.

"Just give her fake flowers, Jesu— wait. Does she like puzzles?"

"Uh, yeah? But we have nowhere to display them, so—"

"Did you know Lego has flower sets?"

"It was a great idea, thank you so much! I forgot how much fun it is."

Eddie laughs on the other end of the line. 

"I'm glad to be of help. What did you get?"

"A bonsai tree. It looks great."

"Good to know you're living my dream," he chuckles. 

"What do you mean?" Steve asks curiously, before flopping down on his bed for the conversation. 

"I fucking love Lego, but this shit is so expensive. And, don't tell anyone," Eddie lowers his voice. "But I do like flowers, and can't keep them alive neither."

"I'll keep that in mind," Steve chuckles. "Sooo, when will you be free to meet up?"

"When you said about changes, I didn't think you mean...."

"Tits?" Eddie finishes for him, her shoulders angling in to hide. "If you can even call them that."

"No, don't hide! They're—"

A smirk grows on Eddie's face. She might be wearing make up and style her hair differently, but her dimples are all the same.

"Yeah? How are my tits, Harrington?" she teases.

"Shut up," he grumbles. "You look good, okay? And you'll keep changing, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm aiming for a rack..." she forms her hands into cups in front of her chest. "...this big."

"Who'll pay for the chiropractor?" he raises his eyebrows.

"Uh, my rock star salary? Duh," she rolls her eyes. 

"Mom, I am a rich man?" 

"Exactly," Eddie grins at him.

On their way back, Steve pulls her into a florist's and buys a single rose. 

"For the Women's Day I've missed," he explains, handing it over with a wink.

Next year, Eddie gets two bouquets: live red roses and a sunflower Lego set.

tags: @blasvemous @phantomcat94 @wheneverfeasible

[steddieas-shegoes]

in a new light

for @steddie-week prompt 'body swap'

rated t | 2653 words | cw: mild language | tags: body swap, friends to lovers, eddie has a crush on steve, steve fast burns through a sexuality crisis, steve has chronic pain

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Steve woke up in Eddie’s bed.

He woke up wearing Eddie’s clothes.

He brushed Eddie’s hair off his shoulder as he yawned.

Or was it his hair?

He opened his eyes and looked down at his shoulder.

Eddie’s hair.

He brushed it off again, but it just fell to his back.

He sat up in bed, looking around the room. No Eddie.

Steve looked around the room before his eyes settled on his own hands.

Eddie’s rings were on his fingers.

He looked down at his arms, jumping at the sight of Eddie’s tattoos.

Eddie’s pale skin.

He rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, ignoring a deep sense of dread taking over him.

“What the fuck?” He asked out loud, only remembering that Wayne would be home at the last minute.

“Everything okay in there, Ed?” Wayne’s voice asked from the other side of the door.

“Yep!” He squeaked out, Eddie’s voice falling from his lips.

He had to call Robin or Nancy or Eddie-

Oh god. Was Eddie in his body?

He had to get to his house immediately.

He opened the door slowly, hoping Wayne had already gone back to another room. He hadn’t. Wayne was standing right outside the door still, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“You hurt?” Wayne asked.

“No,” he replied, trying to keep their interactions at a bare minimum.

How would Eddie talk to his uncle? He knew they were pretty close, especially since everything that happened in March, so he probably shouldn’t be so standoffish or awkward. Wayne didn’t know everything about what happened, but he knew enough to be suspicious of anyone acting differently than they normally would.

“You need to talk about anything?” Wayne pushed.

Steve didn’t know how to handle an adult actually caring. Was this how it was for Eddie all the time?

“Um…no?” He cleared his throat. “Just a weird dream. I’ll be fine.”

Wayne squinted his eyes, but nodded and walked towards the kitchen. “Makin’ some eggs for breakfast if you want some.”

“Sounds good!”

Steve booked it back to Eddie’s room, closing the door quietly behind him. Eddie had a phone in his room ever since they moved, a requirement that Dustin insisted on so they could easily reach him. Wayne didn’t mind, especially because it meant he didn’t have to listen to Eddie on the phone in the living room while the game was on.

He dialed his house number, hoping that Eddie would answer.

“Harrington residence,” Robin answered.

“Robin! What’re you doing there?” This was good, actually. She could probably confirm if Eddie was stuck inside Steve’s body.

“Uh…I slept over last night? I always sleep over on Thursday nights, Munson. You know that.”

Shit. She didn’t know yet.

“Right. Sorry. Forgot what day it was.” Steve had to think. He could drive over there and check himself. Or he could just have Robin check right now. “So here’s the thing-”

“Oh, there’s the sleepyhead now!” Robin said away from the phone. “Steve?”

“Yeah?” Steve said through the phone before he realized Robin wasn’t talking to him.

“What the hell is going on?” Robin asked, sounding more panicked now.

“Is that Steve?” he could hear his own voice asking. Jesus, is that what he actually sounded like?

“What do you mean? You’re Steve!” Robin’s voice was getting louder, higher pitched than it had been when she first answered.

“Robs, hand the phone over,” Steve said as calmly as possible. “I’ll explain in a minute.”

“This is so fucked.” He heard her say as she handed the phone to Eddie.

“Steve?” Eddie asked, quiet and unsure.

“So you’re stuck in my body,” Steve confirmed. “This isn’t good.”

“Tell me about it. Are you always in this much pain?”

Steve swallowed around a lump in his throat. “It’s…not always that bad. It’s been worse the last few weeks.”

“Why the hell haven’t you said anything?” Eddie sounded angry, but Steve was having trouble getting past being reprimanded in his own voice. “My head is pounding, my side aches, my knee creaks. Your body is fucked, man.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? That’s it?” Eddie sounded angry. “Get over here so we can figure this out.”

He hung up the phone and Steve stood awkwardly by Eddie’s bed.

“Shit.”

****

Steve managed to avoid questions from Wayne, but did get forced into eating some eggs before he left.

“I swear, you better tell that boy soon,” Wayne said as he made his way to the front porch to have a cigarette. “Can’t handle all this dancin’ around feelings.”

Steve tabled that for now, in too much of a rush to get to his house to figure out what was going on and how they could fix it.

By the time he managed to get Eddie’s beat up temporary truck into his own driveway, Robin was gone and he was watching his own body pace up and down the walkway to the front door.

“Robin?” Steve asked as he walked up to Eddie.

“Her mom needed the car. She’s gonna be back later with the kids apparently so we can ‘figure this out’,” he did air quotes around it. “She said this can’t be that bad of a migraine because I can still stand. What the hell does that even mean?”

“Let’s get inside,” Steve sighed as he pushed Eddie in the house and locked the door behind them. “You already knew I get migraines.”

“I thought they were rare! I didn’t know you just woke up like this.”

“Oh, this isn’t a bad one.” Steve looked at the way his eyes weren’t drooping and his shoulders were still surprisingly relaxed. Most of his bad migraines were too intense for him to even be standing, let alone look this calm. “If you’re upright, it’s manageable.”

Eddie’s face dropped from anger to disbelief. “Do you feel like this all the time?”

“I mean, some days are worse than this. Some days are better. But I guess…yeah. Most of the time is like this.” Steve shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

“Steve…” Eddie’s hand raised, then he seemed to think twice and let it drop to his side. “Does Owens know? I’m sure he could find something to help.”

“He had more important things to deal with and I didn’t wanna bother him.” Steve walked to the kitchen so he could grab them both drinks as they figured out what to do. “But let’s focus on what’s most important right now.”

“How is your health not what’s most important?” Eddie asked as he followed close behind.

“We can figure it out when it’s my health again!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “You’re stuck in my body feeling the way I’m supposed to feel instead of in your own body, which seems surprisingly normal despite the itch on my side. You should get that checked out by the way. It shouldn’t be itchy anymore.”

“Are you seriously telling me to get an itch looked at when you’re in constant pain? You’re kidding.” Eddie stood in front of Steve, hands on his hips. It was weird seeing his own body doing something so familiar from Eddie’s body. Now that he was seeing it like this, it was a little funny. “I can barely see straight and you’re worried about my scars itching a little?”

“Well, I don’t want it to be infected,” Steve started playing with the ends of his hair, no, Eddie’s hair. “If it ever burns, you should get some antibiotics.”

“Steve. For one single second I need you to focus on the fact that you are in pain all the time. You don’t even take anything for it!” Eddie gently took his fingers from where they were wrapping his own hair around them. “Robin said you never even told her about the scars still hurting.”

“It wasn’t important. I barely even feel it anymore most days,” Steve couldn’t help noticing the way Eddie’s hands were still on his. “Other people had it worse.”

“I think the people who allegedly had it worse would have wanted you to say something. The kids wouldn’t want you to hurt like this all the time,” Eddie turned away and groaned, holding his own head. “Fuck, this is awful. How do you accomplish anything?”

Steve didn’t answer, but reached into the freezer to grab his ice pack designated just for headaches and held it up to where he knew his head was hurting. Eddie seemed to deflate, leaning back against Steve.

And that’s when Steve had the realization that they fit together pretty damn well.

Despite the fact that there was only about an inch of height difference between them, Steve’s body fit perfectly against Eddie’s front.

It felt nice. Even being stuck in Eddie’s body, it felt good to be close like this.

He kept holding the ice pack against his temple and left eye, where the pain always seemed to be the worst. Eddie leaned more weight against him.

“Feel good there?” Steve asked, barely more than a whisper.

“Yeah. Perfect.”

“You wanna go back to bed? I can wait for Robin and the kids,” Steve offered.

“Nah, I can wait with you.”

“Don’t overdo it.”

Eddie turned and glared at him, and Steve couldn’t help but laugh at his own face.

“Bold words coming from Mr. Overdo It himself,” Eddie mumbled as he took the ice pack from Steve’s hand and made his way to the couch. “Come sit with me. We might as well try to talk through what could’ve caused this.”

“I honestly don’t even know where to begin. I don’t think it’s Upside Down related.”

“Pretty sure if it were, one of us would be dead by now.”

Eddie’s eyes closed as he rested his head against Steve’s shoulder.

“It happened in our sleep so maybe it was a dream thing?” Steve asked as he wrapped his arm around Eddie, pulling him into his side more. “Was I in your dream?”

“Mhm. Always,” Eddie slurred, already half asleep.

Steve was too busy trying to think through what could have caused this to realize what he said until he was already asleep.

He looked down at his own sleeping body, the ice pack starting to fall as Eddie’s hand relaxed more. Steve grabbed it and held it in place while he got distracted by new thoughts.

Wayne had said something about feelings earlier and Eddie had sounded genuinely upset about the pain Steve was in, not just because he was currently living it. He’d admitted that he was dreaming about him always.

Sometimes, Eddie would find excuses to be alone with Steve during movie nights: helping him grab drinks for everyone or offering to help get the guest room ready for the kids. He showed up randomly with Steve’s favorite milkshake from the diner, always remembered to order his favorite beer when they went to the bar, and bought him earplugs so he could go to a Corroded Coffin show without getting a migraine.

“Oh.” Steve breathed out, his heart fluttering in his chest.

So Eddie probably liked him.

But did he like Eddie?

As Eddie turned his face into Steve’s neck, breath sending chills down Steve’s neck, he realized that he did. Probably for a while, actually.

Because when Eddie showed up with his favorite milkshake, the butterflies in his stomach would start fluttering. When he watched Eddie on stage at his concert, he’d felt so proud of him, all he wanted to do was kiss him. When they spent endless hours together while the kids argued or splashed around in Steve’s pool, he fell for him.

“Shit.”

Steve closed his eyes and hoped that they could figure everything out soon. He wanted to kiss Eddie when he was Eddie, not while he was stuck in Steve’s body.

****

When Steve woke up, he felt a dull ache in his head and a sharp pain in his neck.

He opened his eyes and frowned.

Hadn’t he fallen asleep holding Eddie?

Now Eddie was-

Steve sat up quickly, nearly falling off the couch. “Eds! Wake up!”

Eddie’s eyes blinked open. “The fuck?”

“We’re ourselves!” Steve shouted before jumping into Eddie’s lap, legs straddling Eddie’s thighs.

Eddie’s hands instinctively grabbed his hips to keep him from falling backwards in his enthusiasm and Steve’s arms wrapped around his neck to hold on.

“Head still hurt?” Eddie asked him. “And don’t lie to me.”

“A little, but not that bad,” Steve gave a comforting smile. “I promise. The ice pack must’ve helped.”

“Wayne used to get migraines when he kept switching between night shift and day shift. Used to swear by peppermint tea before he went to sleep. I could make you some?” Eddie offered, thumbs rubbing just under Steve’s t-shirt. “We’d have to go back to mine for it, but I’ll drive so you don’t have to.”

“Eds, I’m okay. But I think I’ll grab some at the store tomorrow and you can make me some next time,” Steve wrapped a strand of Eddie’s hair around his finger, much like he did earlier when it was his hair. “Did you really dream about me?”

Eddie’s eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away.

“I’m hoping the answer is yes,” Steve continued. “So if you have been, I think we could do something about making your dreams a reality.”

Eddie blinked back at him for a long minute.

“That was horrible. Is that the charm the girls always bragged about? Jesus, Stevie.”

They both laughed, Steve’s head falling forward so it rested against Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie’s hands started rubbing his back, slow and cautious, testing the waters a bit.

“I just meant that if you want me like that, I’d like to take you out.” Steve leaned back, but kept his face close enough to lean in for a kiss if Eddie let him.

“Out? On a date?”

“Out on a date,” Steve nodded. “Would you wanna?”

“Steve. I’m seriously asking this question so don’t laugh.”

“Okay…”

“Is it because you saw the size of my dick when you were in my body?”

Steve laughed so hard, he choked on his own breath. “No!” Steve shook his head. “I didn’t even see it. What the hell, Eddie.”

He shook his head, smiling fondly at Eddie, who was smirking back at him.

“You wanna see it, though, don’t you?” Eddie teased.

“I’m not a fuck on the first date kinda guy,” Steve smacked his shoulder. “But maybe for you I could be persuaded.”

“This might be the best day of my life.”

“It could be better if you kiss me.”

The moment their lips touched, Steve’s front door burst open and Robin, Nancy, and the kids rushed into his house.

“El thinks she knows what happened!” Dustin yelled.

“Okay, this is definitely not something Robin mentioned,” Mike said as he turned away from Steve and Eddie on the couch.

“What’s going on?” Robin asked, probably so done with the events of the day.

“Nothing anymore.” Steve slowly slid from Eddie’s lap, but grabbed onto his hand to hold it on his leg. “Back to normal.”

“Just like that?” Will asked.

“Yep. Just like that.”

“What if it happens again?” Nancy asked them both.

“Dunno. But if you don’t mind, we’ve got somewhere to be,” Steve said as he stood up and pulled Eddie to his feet. “We’ll let you know if it happens again!”

They both walked out of Steve’s house and got in Steve’s car.

“You think they’re gonna be here when we get back?” Eddie asked him as they pulled out of his driveway.

“Probably. But I think if we kiss in front of them, they’ll scatter pretty quick.”

“Devious.” Eddie lifted their hands and kissed the back of Steve’s hand. “Where’re you taking me?”

“Milkshakes. I think I owe you one after all the times you brought me one.”

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 20

part 1 | part 19 | ao3

"Eddie! Hey!" he brightens. Tells himself to take it down a notch; schools his face and voice into something a little less pathetically eager. “What’s up, man?” 

“Not much, dude,” Eddie teases, one dimple popping out. He looks good. Dressed up. Red and black flannel with the top buttons undone; light dusting of chest hair on pale skin, the edge of a tattoo Steve’s never seen. He’s got his black leather jacket and black jeans with no holes and black riding boots on. All he’s missing is a motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm.

“What’s with the, uh…?” Steve gestures to his outfit, because he realizes he’s sort of just been staring at the dip of his throat. Eddie raises an eyebrow. Steve clarifies, “You got a date or something?” 

“Oh, this?” Eddie laughs. “Uh, no. Nope. Can’t say that I do.”

He hops up backward onto the counter, his ass right next to Steve’s elbow, legs dangling over the edge, and he ignores Steve’s protests to get down from there as he leans in to ask in a mischievous hush, “Can you keep a secret?” 

Steve’s breath catches in his throat, twists into a bitter twinge of nerves. He can keep a lot of secrets. Maybe he learned that from his dad.

“Yeah…?” He leans in on his elbows.

Eddie moves in closer still, cups his hand around his mouth and whispers, “I totally forgot to do laundry last week.” 

Oh, my god. “You’re an idiot,” Steve laughs. “That’s your big confession?” 

Eddie’s smile widens. “Yeah. I got distracted with rehearsals. This was the only clean shit I had left.” He kicks one leg out straight to show off his boot. “I’m only wearing these so you can’t tell I don’t have socks on.”

“Gross!” Steve laughs harder and shoves at Eddie, who tumbles theatrically over the edge of the counter, flinging himself to the ground and rolling onto his back so he can fake a couple death spasms and then lie there with his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a fucking weirdo. “You’re so weird.” 

“This night sucked before I showed up, and you know it,” Eddie says from the floor. He opens one eye to wink at Steve, then he gives one final death twitch and drops the act, popping back up to mirror Steve’s pose, elbows propped on the counter between them. 

Steve’s arm hair stands on end. “How was your show, anyway?” 

“Oh, it was greeeat,” Eddie says. “Drunk assholes yelling slurs at me, Gareth barfing in the bushes. Standard Hideout gig.”

"Was someone harassing you?" Steve frowns. He knows the Hideout's a shithole — a ‘dependable dumpster fire where we practice for the gigs that actually pay us,’ as Eddie had put it — but he thought the people there were, like, accepting, or whatever.

Surely Eddie's style isn't any more out there than the rest of the regulars.

"Holster your eyebrows," Eddie sighs, "it was fine. Really.” 

“Holster my— dude, what?”

“Your eyebrows,” he repeats. He reaches out with the tip of his pointer finger and gently prods the space between them. “At ease, gentlemen.”

“So weird,” Steve says again. He rolls his eyes and swats Eddie’s hand away, and Eddie just laughs and says ‘There we go!’ because his antics actually did get Steve to unfurrow his face. Little bastard. “Were you gonna rent something, or…?”

“Hell no, my late fees are fucking ridic—”

Eddie cuts himself off, his eyes darting over Steve’s shoulder.

He goes skittish all of a sudden, starts backing toward the exit, stammering, “Ridiculously non-existent. Is, uh, is what I was gonna say. Obviously. Um. Right.” 

His back hits the front door, the bell jangling overhead, and before Steve gets a chance to ask what the hell his problem is now, Eddie starts rambling at triple speed that “Dustin wanted me to check in on you and now I have checked in on you so okay-gotta-go-bye” and practically sprints out of the store.

Doesn’t even look back to give Steve a parting wave. 

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

“What. the fuck…” Steve jumps a foot in the air at the sound of Robin’s voice. He whips around to look at her; realizes she must have been what spooked Eddie. Her nose and cheeks are bright red from the cold, her eyes bugging out of her head, and her jaw is halfway to the floor as she gapes at him, “...was that?”

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part 21

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[localemofreak]

Bad Idea!

(Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Based on the song:

Bad Idea! - Girl In Red

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Story: you are remembering the "special" night you had with Eddie last night when you were both drunk and now you are wondering if you regretted it.

‼️Warnings‼️: reader is popular, mentions of smut, little bit of angst, drinking, good ending, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me)

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The sun was shining through a small window and you woke up to the sounds of birds chirping.

As you glanced around you noticed you were in somebody's bed- it definitely wasn't your bed.

As you let out a small tired groan, you could feel how your head was pounding- and you didn't even know what happened last night.

You brought your hand up to your head and tried to shuffle in the bed when you realized there was somebody next to you.

It was Eddie Munson.

You just seemed to be frozen in shock as you looked down at him- he was still sound asleep as he had his arm swung over your waist.

You were just looking at his naked feature as the blanket covered him from the waist down.

As you laid there frozen you looked at all the tattoos he had and couldn't help but admire them a little bit before shaking your head and slowly sitting up.

You were confused on why you were here- then it all just clicked.

"Oh shit-" You whispered to yourself, your eyes wide as you continued to look down at him as he snored softly- it being slightly muffled thanks to the fact his face was basically shoved into the pillow under his head.

"Nobody can find out about this, it will ruin everything. " You told yourself in your head.

You had to get out of there- there was no way you could wait for him to get up and try to act like everything was normal in front of him.

You just slowly managed to move his hand off your waist and carefully climbed out of bed.

As soon as you got out of the bed, you quickly grabbed all your scattered clothes and put them on as quietly as you could.

You didn't even have time to put on your shoes, you just grabbed them and started slowly walking towards the door.

While trying to stay as quiet as you could, you heard shuffling on the bed and heard a muffled groan- your eyes just widened, knowing Eddie was waking up.

You didn't waste another second of being there quickly ran out the room and out of the trailer hoping not to be seen.

"I just slept with Eddie Fucking Munson- oh my god." You whispered to yourself, just in complete shock while swiftly making your way home.

As soon as you got to your driveway, you quickly ran inside and up the stairs to your bedroom- thank god your parents left for work.

You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at yourself- Jesus Christ you were a mess.

Your hair was all messy and your makeup was smeared, you just let out a sigh as you looked at yourself and all the marks on your neck.

"I need to jump in the shower. You mumbled quietly to yourself.

You started the shower and took off all your clothes, quickly jumping in and instantly starting to wash yourself off.

While you were in the shower you were thinking about last night- It all came to you.

Eddie and you had gotten to know each other recently thanks to his friends finally making him grow the balls to talk to you- and he decided to invite you over since he secretly had a massive crush on you, and he's had one since middle school.

You accepted the invite obviously because it was a Saturday night and Eddie was a nice guy if you got to know him.

Let's just say you and him had a few drinks and some things led to another- then boom, you woke up in his bed, naked, right next to him.

As you stood under the hot water, you were thinking about everything.

As you truly thought, Eddie was not truly bad...

What if you enjoyed it?.. Wait? No! You couldn't! He was the school's freak and you were one of the most popular kids in school.

"I should have just never went over there." You muttered to yourself washing your hair.

While washing off your body you closed your eyes, imagining Eddie's figure over top of you.

How his tattoos glistened with his sweat, how his hair fell perfect in front of his face as he thrusted into you- and his smile.

Oh his smile! It could light up a room, it was just so contagious that even thinking about it, it caused you to smile softly.

As soon as the thoughts came, they quickly went away while you shook your head.

"Y/n get your head out of your ass- it was a complete mistake." you thought to yourself- all though you wouldn't mind it being a regular thing..

As you fought yourself in your own mind, you leaned against the shower wall and sighed, just quietly freaking out because how are the school freak and one of the most popular kids in school supposed to like each other?!

Guess you will just have to wait until lunch tomorrow at school.

-time skip-

You were in the lunch room sitting at the table with the jocks and cheerleaders talking to Jason.

You felt eyes piercing on you so you looked up and saw Eddie burning a hole through you with his eyes.

You had been trying to ignore him all day, but now it was impossible.

"Follow me." He mouthed to you as he got up and walked out the lunchroom.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly and glanced around at your table, seeing how nobody seemed to give a shit or even notice you as they were all too busy talking about basketball.

"Umm I will be right back." You told Jason as they all just seemed to shrug you off.

You instantly got up and quickly followed Eddie into the empty hall, confused as you glanced around the empty hallway.

Once you got to the end of the hall, Eddie yanked you into the janitors closet and closed it.

"What the- what the hell Eddie?!" You told him as he quickly moved his hand over your mouth to shush you, also quickly turning on the light.

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, sounds muffled to a hum thanks to his large hand over your mouth.

That's when you realized how close you two were, and how tiny the closet was that he pulled you in.

"Want to talk about what happened between us?- I can't keep pretending like nothing happened." he said, a soft look in his eyes as he looked down at you.

As Eddie slowly moved his hand off your mouth, you sighed and looked down at your feet after a moment of looking into his brown eyes.

"Not really.. I kind of want to forget about what happened-" you said, playing around with your fingers awkwardly as you kept your gaze down.

You could hear him sigh and slowly glanced up as he backed away a little bit so you two weren't super close.

"I can't though y/n- it made me realize something.. something about us." He said looking at you while crossing his arms on his chest.

"I think it was just a bad idea-" You told him but cut yourself off, letting out a small breath as you looked up at him nervously.

"-I love you y/n." he said quietly looking at you, just blurting it out.

You looked up at him, into his eyes before sighing as you moved your gaze back down at your feet.

"I do too, but Eddie- we can't be together, you know that." you said quietly while bringing your gaze slowly back up to look at him.

You could just see the sadness in his eyes as he looked down, nervously playing around with the rings on his fingers as he stood there silent for a moment.

"-why?…" he whispered and you could just tell their was tears pooling in his eyes by the slight quiver in his voice.

You slowly walked over to him and put your hands on his cheeks to make him look up at you, his sad gaze meeting yours.

"I don't want people to hurt you.. just because of me." You whispered, not even realizing your eyes were watering.

Eddie just put his hands over yours and looked into your eyes, gently running his thumb up and down your hand.

"It doesn't matter what they think y/n.. if we want to be together then we can be together- to hell with them if they say otherwise." He said with a small sniffle, deciding to crack a little smirk to try and make the mood better which made you let out a little giggle.

"So?." Eddie hummed while looking into your eyes, a hopeful glint in his brown doe eyes.

You gave a little grin before leaning in to give him a soft but passionate kiss.

Both your eyes slowly shut as his hand moved to gently rest on the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss more as he leaned in slightly.

After a moment you decided to both slowly pull away and look down into each other's eyes, your hand resting on his face and his hand resting on the back of your neck.

"I love you Eddie." You muttered with a smile which made him crack a smile.

After a moment of just kissing in the janitor's closet, you both decided to head back to lunch so nobody would go searching for you or him.

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you out the closet, glancing around to make sure nobody could see you both leaving the closet and start assuming things- which you couldn't help but giggle at as he looked back at you with a cheeky grin.

As soon as he saw that the coast was clear- Eddie brought you back into the lunchroom, then brought you over to the Hellfire table.

You could feel the dirty looks you got from Jason and his friends but you didn't care- as long as you had Eddie you were totally fine.

[ladykailitha]

Sweet Home Indiana Part 5

Hey all! Heads up for those that missed my previous announcements, I'm going on vacation starting today for about a week.

No WIP Wednesday tomorrow as it's my niece's graduation, but it should be back on next week, depending on how late I get in.

We finally hit pinnacle douche Eddie and the beginning of his turn to the lovable Eddie we know and love.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

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Steve walked into his house after a long day at the shop to find Eddie in the kitchen making dinner. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked behind him at the door he clearly unlocked to get in and then back at Eddie.

“How the fuck did you get into my house?” he growled, throwing his keys in the dish by the door and kicking off his shoes.

Eddie didn’t even bother looking up from his dicing of vegetables. “Robin always forgets her keys, so you have to have a spare for her to get in, and because she’s so forgetful it has to be in the same spot.”

Steve let out an annoyed huff. “Under the second flower pot with duck.”

“Right in one, darlin’,” Eddie said, looking up at him with a grin.

“So is this your new strategy to get me to sign the divorce papers?” Steve asked pulling out a beer from the fridge. “Buttering me up?”

“Well,” Eddie said going back to his cutting, “since we’re still married and all with you refusing to sign the papers, I figured I’d just move back in.”

Steve dug around his crock drawer for the bottle opener. “Like you’d give up your cushy tattoo job up in Seattle.” He popped open the lid and took a sip.

He immediately went to the sink and spat it out. “What the fuck is that?!”

“Craft beer!” Eddie said with another grin. “It’s all the rage out on the West Coast. But anyway, I was in town and stopped by the furniture shop because that couch is hideous and has to go. And of course we're going to need a bigger bed.”

Steve scoffed and shook his head. “Whatever, babe. It’s your money.”

Eddie stopped chopping and said with all the innocence he could muster and said, “But Stevie, I thought it was our money.”

Steve who had opened a bottle of his own beer and was drinking it, suddenly froze. His throat still moved, swallow after swallow but the rest of him was stock still.

“I bet the words ‘joint checking account’ are flashing through your mind right now,” Eddie sneered.

Steve emptied his bottle and threw it into the sink with a loud crash. “How much did you take?”

Eddie turned around and faced him, crossing his arms over his chest. “All twenty-nine thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven dollars and fourteen cents.”

Steve’s jaw formed a hard set line and he clenched his fists. “You put it back, right now.”

“Why don’t you use it for something useful, Steve?” he asked, waving his hands in front of him. “You have a shop, why aren’t you putting the money toward that? Christ that is almost life changing money.”

Steve stormed out of the room and was back before he could even raise a protest. “This is what it’s for, asshole and if you don’t put it back I will never forgive you. Do you understand me?”

Eddie looked down at the papers in his hand in confusion, gingerly taking them from Steve. In big bold letters were the words NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT.

“Am I allowed to read this?” he asked with a gulp.

“It expired five years ago,” Steve bit out. “So yeah, otherwise I wouldn’t be giving it to you, would I?”

Eddie nodded and began reading. The date was roughly three or four months after he left and god was it a mess. It chronicled Susan Hargrove’s addictions to drugs, alcohol, and sex. And that if Steve wanted custody of her daughter, Maxine Maxwell he had to jump through so many hoops, including signing the NDA. His hand shook as he turned page after page of what boiled down to fifteen page document.

“The money is part of the settlement from the court,” Steve said through gritted teeth. “I put it in the old account because I didn’t feel like opening another one and forgot your name was still on it. It pays for her schooling, rent, and food until it’s gone.”

Eddie’s lip quivered. “Shit, Steve, I’m sorry. But I’m still in contact with most of the kids. Even Max and no one told me about this. Not ever.”

Steve frowned and took the pages from Eddie’s trembling hands. “I thought you knew. Hell, it was more than a nine day wonder here in town when the dust finally settled.”

Eddie thought for a moment, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. The more he thought about it the more it actually made sense. And fuck if that didn’t hurt like a kick to the ribs.

One of his worst parting shots was that the kids would be fine on their own. They had parents and friends and other people who cared about them. But that fucking NDA proved him to be the biggest asshole in that regard. Because it irrefutable proof that he had been dead wrong about that.

“Fuck,” he whispered, drawing his hands over his face. “It’ll be back in there by tonight, I swear. I’m so, so sorry, Steve. I swear I am. I know you won’t believe me and that’s okay. But I would never do anything that would harm those kids. Not if my life depended on it.”

Steve’s bottom lip quivered and then he pinched his nose and rubbed the end. And fuck if that didn’t break Eddie’s heart. That was Steve’s little tell that he was fighting back tears.

“You really didn’t know?” he asked, his voice cracking.

Eddie shook his head. “I didn’t know. Here...” he pulled out his phone and immediately transferred the money back. He had transferred it in several small amounts as to not trigger that that Fed law thingy and reversed every one of them. “All back.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “Were you really going to blackmail me with the money to divorce you?”

Eddie hung his head and let out a sigh of his own. “I can’t tell you why, but me and Chrissy are on a timetable and if we don’t get married by certain date, things can go very badly. So yeah. I was going to do whatever it took.”

Steve’s bottom lip quivered so him bit down on it to stop it shaking.

“Come on,” Eddie murmured. “Let me finish making dinner and we’ll talk. I think there are a lot of things between us left unsaid. I thought it was all on my side, but I’m starting to think there has been a lot of things that I haven’t been told about what’s being going on with you and this town.”

Steve nodded.

****

It took Steve a fair bit of breathing techniques to get his heart rate back to normal after that little stunt. And if he was honest, he couldn’t say had their situations been reversed, he wouldn’t have tried the same thing.

But there wasn’t anyone in his life right now that measured up to Eddie. Or at least that starry-eyed boy he fell in love with the first time.

Eddie had actually made his favorite meal. Manicotti. He had been cutting up the vegetables for the bolognese sauce that he poured over the top.

They sat down on the hideous neon green sofa while it went into the oven to cook.

“This sofa really is grotesque, Steve,” Eddie muttered, bringing one knee up so he could turn and face him.

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “That’s what everyone has said once they’ve seen it.”

“So why keep it?”

He ran his fingers over the worn surface thoughtfully. “Because despite how ugly it looks, it’s soft and comfortable. Great for naps and movie nights. If I spill something on it, I won’t freak out about it getting ruined.”

Eddie’s heart sank to his stomach. That was something that had made having movie nights over at Steve’s parents’ house such a nightmare. No feet on the sofa, no drinks anywhere but on the coffee table with a coaster, no dips or salsa, nothing red or orange, drinks or otherwise. It was the biggest house with the biggest screen, but it was a museum and not a home.

He actually looked around him for the first time, taking in the homey surroundings, the pictures on the wall of not just Steve and Robin, but all the kids. Birthdays, graduations, dances, you name it, if Steve was there with a camera, it was there up on his wall in some way.

The house was neat, but in a lived in sort of way instead of the strict tomb quality of his parents’ house. Christ. He had been joking about wanting to move back, but now he actually did. He could see himself slotting himself into this home as easy as breathing.

Eddie cleared his throat. “Right. So how long have you had this place?”

“About three years now,” Steve murmured. “That’s about when the shop started making a profit and not just coasting along above red.”

“I like it,” he said with a fond smile.

Steve gave his shoulder a shove. “You do not. You don’t need to pretend with me.”

Eddie grasped his hands to his chest. “Ah! I doth protest!” He paused for a moment and tapped his lips thoughtfully. “You’re right, I don’t like it.”

“See?” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“I love it.”

Steve stared at him for a moment before blushing and looking away. “So how long have you and Chrissy known each other?”

“Two years,” Eddie replied. “She came in for a tattoo to cover up the name of her ex-boyfriend and we became really good friends.”

“And she’s a paralegal?” Steve asked.

“Legal assistant,” Eddie said. “Don’t ask me what the difference is, I don’t know. But she’ll always correct people when they say ‘paralegal’.”

Steve nodded.

“So, is it just you and Robin?” he asked, looking around the house for clues there was another person here. Either for Steve or for Robin.

“Yeah,” Steve said with a sad smile. “But not for much longer. She’s starting school in the fall. She just needs to pick which one she wants and let the other know she’s pulling out.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked. “What are her choices?”

“NYU and University of Washington,” Steve said. “I don’t get wanting to go to either except to get as far away from Hawkins as possible and still be in the country.”

Eddie laughed. “Well can you blame her?”

Steve leveled him with a glare and Eddie gulped.

“Right, sorry. That was a shit thing to say,” he said ducking his head. “I ran away and kept running away and you didn’t deserve that.”

“So why did you? Run away, I mean?”

Eddie ran his fingers over his face and let out frustrated sigh. “I thought it was what I wanted. The fame, the fortune, the screaming crowds every night. And maybe it still is, but the other guys got tired of it. Of the being away from family and on the road all the time, so by the time that all fell apart, it was just too much.”

Steve cocked his head to the side and regarded Eddie fully. He took him all in and not just the cursory glance he got at the bakery.

Eddie had filled out in a good way. He would always be thin, but he was no longer that waif he was in high school. He had more tattoos, which made sense considering his job. His hair was still as wild and untamed as always. He had stubble on his jaw and on his upper lip. There was a weariness to those dark brown chocolate button eyes.

“What was too much, Eddie?”

“The amount of pain I put you through,” he said softly. “And continued to put you through. You didn’t deserve any of it, sweetheart. You deserve a white wedding with all your friends and loved ones around you. You deserve to have someone standing by your side as an equal partner. You deserve someone who isn’t going to run the moment things get rough.”

“I always thought that would be you,” Steve admitted.

Eddie nodded. “So did I, once upon a time.”

“But not anymore?” Steve asked, breathless.

“No. Not anymore.”

****

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[keaganz]

For the @corrodedcoffinfest pop-up spring break event.

*This takes place in the same universe as the story Princess With a Nailbat, that was written for CorrodedCoffinfest pop-up thanksgiving event from 2024. It can be read as a stand alone and still make sense.*

How Steph got her groove back.

Promt; Ocean, Sunscreen| Rating; Mature| Word count; 999| Relationship; Established Steddie| POV; Steve Harrington| CW; discussions of cheating & Divorce, Single Mother Steve Harrington, Pregnancy, scars| Tags; AU - Modern AU, Eddie Munson Lives, Gender bending, Always a girl Steve Harrington - Stephanie Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Pergnancy, Roleplay

Steph looks out at the ocean from the lounger she's laying on, her hands resting on the swell of her stomach. She can't believe she's sitting in such a beautiful place, alone, missing her two children, pregnant with a third and seething about how her soon to be ex-husband left her for his personal assistant.

Her platonic soulmate Robin, had told her fuck Tommy and cash in the vacation before he could cancel it to get his money back, after learning he had booked it for him and Carol. Robin practically begged her to go and get her fun vivacious friend back, because she misses her. “Stephanie Harrington, you are thirty years old! My eighty old nan has more fun than you. Go out and reconnect with the slutty mean girl you were in college!’

Before leaving for her trip she went out for a fake tan, got a full pedi/mani including new nails, went to a hair salon for a trim and got her legs waxed, she kept her bush neatly trimmed and short. Her one and only Brazilian wax had left her mortified. Her confidence and self-esteem took a hit the very first morning she’d gone to the pool. Her multiple scars on display in her high cut yellow string bikini garnered judgemental looks and whispered murmurs that followed her. That and her obvious pregnancy bump while being here alone was only more fuel for the gossiping.

That morning, she had passed an older man with the prettiest brown cow eyes, well looked after bouncy dark brown curly hair. What had really caught her attention was how, apart from his face, all of his visible skin was covered in tattoos. He'd smiled at her and given her a slow once over that had her heart rate speeding up and butterflies spawning in her stomach.

A shadow falling over her pulls her from her musing as he removes her earbuds and turns to look up, seeing the handsome hunk. “Hi, do you need something?”

He chuckles lightly, his voice having a dark timber to it. “ Sorry, I guess you didn't just hear me. I asked if I could use your sunscreen. I forgot mine at home, and the resort doesn't stock the brand you have, and they can't get me a new bottle until tomorrow. I saw your bottle and thought I'd shoot me shot” He gives her a charming smile.

She sits up straight. If she pushes out her ample chest more, that's no one’s business. It doesn't go unnoticed by him, making the butterfly's return full force. “Oh, yes, of course, no problem” She swings her legs over the side of the lounger and reaches into her bag, pulling out the bottle that's sticking out. “Here you go” she goes to hand him the bottle, but he proceeds to take off his worn t-shirt. She subtly swallows as his lightly toned and completely tattooed stomach and chest are bared to her. She squeezes her thighs together as the sun catches the silver barbells in his nipples, making them glitter.

She watches him casually rubbing the lotion onto his skin, her mouth going dry while her thong starts to dampen. She'd woken up this morning with no real opinion of tattoos or body piercings, but her opinion is definitely positive now. When he places his right foot on the lounger next to her, she spots a D20 dice on his calf. Her eyes light up at recognition. “Oh! That's from the Goblins and Goobers game my daughter plays” She watches his face go from confused to frowning to brightening up in merit.

“Your daughter has good taste in games then. I won't tell her you got the name wrong” He winks and chuckles at her. She watches with rapt attention as he continues to cover himself in the lotion “ I don't think I've seen a Mr. …”

She snorts and tels him about Tommy's cheating and initially had booked this trip for him and his mistress, and she'd thought why not go because it came out of their joint account. He tisks at that and gives her a pointed once over, making her blush deeply. They spend the rest of the day talking together and simply enjoying each other's company. She can't remember the last time she actually had an adult conversation that didn't revolve around her being a wife and mother.

When he invites her to dinner that evening, she shyly agrees. She had on a whim and brought one black evening dress with her. The naked desire written clearly on Eddie's face is proof she did the right thing wearing it. The dress hugs her bump just right. All through dinner, he plays footsie with her under the table and strokes her hands. They skip dessert to take a night cap in her room instead.

She feels like a teenager again as they get caught making out in the elevator, causing them to giggle madly. Her hand feels dwarfed by his much larger one. As she leads him to her room, the thought of him filling her with his thick fingers makes her core heat up and her folds dampen. Once in her room he wastes no time in sinking to his knees, pulling her dress up and devouring her aching cunt. She nearly misses his ‘naughty Mama’ in reference to her not wearing panties.

It doesn't take her long to be reduced to a moaning and quivering mess and to cum on his talented tongue and fingers. He splays his hands on her stomach, looking up at her as she catches her breath. His eyes widen suddenly and his smile drops. “ Was that…?”

She starts laughing loudly. “Of course she's just as dramatic as her daddy. Picking the most unconventional moment to say hello”

Eddie litters her stomach with kisses. “Hi princess, I love you” He stands up and kisses her softly. “Goblins and Goobers, Sweetheart? I nearly lost it then“

[imfinereallyy]

cw: drugs, morally grey characters

The bathroom doesn’t give the kind of quiet Steve needs right now.

What should have he expected in a club on Friday night?

Fuck, think Harrington. What would Robin do?

She probably wouldn’t have gotten caught in the first place, that’s what. God she is going to kill him if he doesn’t check in later.

Steve takes a deep breath, trying to get comfortable on his spot on the toilet. His jeans are going to be disgusting later.

The bass thumped loudly throughout the bathroom. The walls shook as the music makes its way in as the door swings open with each patron rushing in out.

He is never going to get the kind of privacy he needs to get out of this.

The red glow of the lights seems more fitting for a place for people to fuck in rather than take a piss, but Steve supposes that maybe it’s the point.

Coming to blank, the point was to either get fucked or get fucked up.

Running his hands through his hair, Steve went over his options.

1. He has a knife in his boot. Steve isn’t afraid of the consequences of killing a man, his soul lost the right to be saved a long time ago. But he doesn’t feel too good about killing someone at random. Death should have a point if it is coming from the hands of a man. He’ll leave the pointless deaths up to a god he doesn’t believe in.

2. He can try and make a break for it. He only has a sea of partiers to get through, at least half of them on coke or molly. And make it to the parking lot without getting caught by security, and then find a way to get home.

Fuck.

3. Dump the drugs, flush them down the toilet. Worry about money later.

Considering the guy after him is a fucking FBI agent, and Steve would love nothing more to get rid of a glorified cop, he doesn’t feel like putting his face on the top of FBI’s most wanted list.

Flushing it is.

Steve takes the baggies of coke out of his pockets. Sure, he won’t go away for long if the agent caught him with it, but it will give the bureau an opportunity to try and get him to talk, and Steve despite popular belief isn’t fucking stupid. He isn’t going to talk.

Even if he wants to, Steve is sure that his head would have a pretty little bullet hole in it before he even steps into court for arraignment.

No matter who his father is. Maybe especially cause so.

Steve can feel the sweat start to pool at the bottom of his shirt. He hasn’t taken anything tonight, maybe he should thank that mythical god he doesn’t believe in for that one. But Steve’s stress is going up with the temperature of the room.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Steve stands and kicks up the rim of the toliet, he can’t afford to miss.

His head starts to pound with the base.

Bump. Bump. Bump. Slam.

The world crashes with noise. Steve has no time before his stall door is thrown open. Steve forgot to lock the fucking door.

Steve throws his hands up, baggies still in his hands, sweat dripping down his back. Chest heaving up and down, Steve is frozen at the sight in front of him.

It’s not the FBI, which is good.

It’s not his boss, which is better.

But in front of him, is one of the most beautiful men he has ever seen. A dark shadow lit up but the red lights. Long, curly black hair falls upon a red silk shirt. Tattoos, rings, piercings…everywhere. Big brown eyes staring directly at Steve.

Gorgeous…

Unfortunately he’s not only one of the most beautiful men out there….

“Hey there princess.”

…but also the most dangerous..

“I believe you have something that interests me.” The man all but growls.

Eddie fucking Munson.

Steve finds the courage to speak, “Yea, what’s that?”

A wicked grin spreads across his lips, “A ticket in.”

Steve’s worried he might have to make a deal with the devil.

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[steddiebingo]

Congrats @just-my-latest-hyperfixation on completing our HOLIDAY Challenge!

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Prompt: Clothed Sex

Something cold, sweet and delicious

Rated E, wc 513, Chose Not to Use, Tags: pre-season 4, Steve Harrington's Scoops Ahoy Uniform, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Sexual Tension, Fuck, buddies, Angry Sex, Clothed Sex, Bathroom Sex, Semi-Public Sex

“Stop laughing, Munson. What do you want?” “Take a guess, sweetheart,” Eddie shrugs, not bothering to disguise his shark-like grin. “I'd like to enjoy something cold, sweet and delicious.”

Prompt: Body Worship

Just where you oughta be

Rated , wc, Warnings, Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Eddie Munson, Alpha Steve Harrington, Established Relationship, Courting Rituals, Mpreg, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rut, Explicit Sexual Content, Knotting, Mating Bites, Body Worship, Possessive Sex, Possessive Steve Harrington

“Eddie?” Eddie nods so fast he almost gives himself whiplash. “Yeah, that's right. You called me, remember? And now I'm here. Just like I said. So there's absolutely no need to freak out and tear out my- oh, my God!” Because Steve has just surged in to lick a long, firm stripe over the side of his neck. His tongue drags over the sensitive gland there, rough and wet and firm, and Eddie's back nearly lifts off the mattress. A high, startled chirp tumbles from his mouth, and Steve answers it with a purr and a roll of his hips. His shoulders - and somehow it is only now that Eddie fully registers this - are not the only part of him that's naked. There is, in fact, not a shred of clothing anywhere on Steve’s body. His cock, fully hard and huge, slots into the space between Eddie’s thighs as he leans in to nuzzle at the spot he just licked. “Eddie,” he murmurs against the flushed skin, and it feels like his voice tingles right through the gland and all the way into Eddie’s blood. “My Eddie. All mine.”

Prompt: Overstimulation

By night, you're mine

Rated E, wc 2,140, Chose not to Use, Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Royal Steve Harrington, Dragon Eddie Munson, Established Relationship, Mates, Soul Bond, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, Possessive Eddie Munson, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Orgasm

“I should’ve known this was about sex,” Steve says, but there's no malice behind it. “Do you also sometimes think of other things than fucking me?” “Beg your pardon? I think about plenty of things,” Eddie pouts, even as one of his hands reaches between them and starts tugging at the bindings of Steve’s breeches. “Fingering you. Sucking your cock. Pleasuring you with my tongue until you scream. Riding you until you come inside of me. None of which I've done in weeks, for the record.”

Prompt: Second Chances

Home for Christmas

Rated G, wc 981, Chose not to Use, Tags: Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Future Fic, Everybody Lives, Exes Steddie, Rock Star Eddie Munson, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Reunions, Second Chances

He's waiting in front of the apartment building when Steve rounds the corner. The snow is still shrouding the world in a curtain of white, and he’s wrapped in about three layers of clothing to protect himself - not only from the cold but also from prying eyes. Steve still knows it's him immediately. Knows from the lines of the tattoo poking out from his scarf, the one that covers the scars on his neck and jaw. Knows from the way he holds his cigarette. Knows from the restless shuffle of his boots in the fresh snow.

Prompt: Glory Hole

Glory Hallelujah

Rated E, wc 998, Chose Not to Use, Tags: Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Everybody Lives, Rock Star Eddie Munson, Sex Club, Glory Hole, Oral Sex, Reunions

He's almost at the exit when something catches his eye. There's a row of stalls in the wall, each with its own lockable door. The light over one is on. There's no fucking way, he thinks, even as his feet carry him right over and into the adjacent cabin. Someone probably forgot to kill the light. There's no fucking way anyone is in there. That would be at least as pathetic as a fucking rock star going to a fucking sex club on fucking Christmas day because he's a depressed moron.

Prompt: Consensual Non-Consent

War Prize

Rated E, wc 1,378, Chose Not to Use, Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Bondage, Gags, Blindfolds, Butt Plugs, Sexual Roleplay, Humiliation, Corruption Kink, Awkward Sexual Situations, Idiots in Love

“Say please,” he says over the resulting gasp, “Wanna hear you beg for it.” “Plea-” Steve starts to say, like the beautiful, perfect boy he is, but then he snaps his mouth shut, lips curling into a smug smile. It only lasts for a second though. Then, he sets them in a tight line and juts out his chin defiantly. “You will never hear me beg,” he claims. “I'll never betray my oaths to my God and succumb to your wicked ways.” Eddie loves him so fucking much. He'll spoil him rotten once they're done here. Before that, though …

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[museumgiftshoperaser]

After the end of the world, Steve takes care of Eddie.

Steve/Eddie | Rated E | Chapter 3 now up on AO3

The first thing he notices is the large hand over his mouth. The second thing is that he’s screaming. Then the pain. God, the pain. Steve is behind him. Flush together. The hand against his face is warm. It’s his rib cage. Taut and spiteful. Quickly closing in. Steve is warm. “We’ve got three more painkillers,” he mumbles against the back of Eddie’s neck. “It’s up to you.” Eddie presses his tongue against the roof of his mouth to stop from making noise. It’s close to futile. Soft whimpering noises escape from his throat without his approval. The pain too, rumbles on without his permission. “Fuck.” He breathes into the tiny hollow between his lips and Steve’s palm. The word sits heavy like a prayer. Make it stop. “Think you can ride this one out?” Steve pulls him in closer. The hand over his mouth presses down a little harder.

There’s another arm under the hollow of his neck. Steve’s knees tuck into place behind Eddie’s thighs. He’s warm. Eddie hums something in between a yes and a no. Let Steve decide for him. Let Steve figure it out. He can’t think like this. His rib cage clenches like a fist and his heart is pounding like it knows. Whoever called it bravery was a liar. Maybe just a lucky son of a bitch. Maybe brave is just a thing to call you to keep you going. To trick you into thinking it’s something you did. “I think you can do it.” He whines against Steve’s hand. A pathetic little noise. The kind pray animals are never supposed to make. His weak underbelly on display under the edges of his bandages. His weakness. Make it stop. “I know you can do it, Eddie.” He drags his mind over to his spine. It’s easier if you don’t run from it. A truth that worked for every tattoo he’s every gotten. Stay with it. Ride it out. Look at the needle as it breaks the skin. Trace the lines. There’s no method to the madness in his spine. “I can’t.” Steve’s hand slides down his face ever so slightly. Still tight. He tilts the knuckles of his forefinger against Eddie’s lips. Presses harder. “Bite.” He doesn’t even think about it. Opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into plush skin. Feels the bone right under the surface. A tiny bit of the tension seeps out, like poison through a set of fangs. The first taste of relief. Steve hums against his neck. Lips on skin. He bites down harder and warm breath grazes the back of his skull. “Fuck.” Eddie doesn’t let go. Steve doesn’t let go. Like fossils, they slowly lock into place. The dust settles. They disappear under layers and layers of sand. He rides it out. Time goes on. His bite softens. “You’re doing so good.” Eddie opens his eyes, but the room is so dark he might as well have kept them closed. Everything is warm shade of deep endless blue. They’re underground. Hidden. Their bodies are two secrets. They do not speak. In the indigo, he learns something new about Steve. Steve’s hand slips out of his mouth, down his chin, his neck. He jumps the distance over Eddie’s chest, careful not to touch. His fingers land on Eddie’s stomach and he tilts his hips backwards ever so slightly. Just until their hips no longer fit flush together. But Eddie knows a little something about Steve now. He doesn’t say a word. The pain subsides, he rode it out, but his teeth miss the bone between them. The flesh and spit. His mouth is dry. Eddie’s arms hang limp before him, dark shapes in the darkness, dangling off the edge of the mattress like he forgot he left them there. His fingers move back and forth because he tells them to, barely visible. For his first real decision of the day, he reaches for Steve’s hand. A tiny twitch, just barely there, and then the muscles soften. Eddie laces their fingers together, thinks of all the little bones working simultaneously. He rests their joined hands right next to his pillow, where he can see the outline in the darkness. They’re out of breath, both of them. Steve’s exhaustion shivers against the little hairs in his neck. Sweaty and hot. Almost explicit. Eddie traces his fingers over the side of Steve’s hands, finds the little dents where his teeth used to sit, slick with spit. A perfect fit for his fingernails if he were meaner, but he smooths out the skin with the pad of his thumb. “Thank you,” he whispers to the indigo and he hopes that Steve is asleep. “Of course.” Steve sounds a little wrecked. Almost as wrecked as Eddie feels. He should let go of his hand. At the very least, he should stop tracing the outline of his own teeth, but he’s exhausted. Steve is warm. His breath a soft comfort. In the indigo, he falls asleep. He sleeps for a very long time.

[steddieas-shegoes]

all mixed up

for @steddielovemonth prompt “love is the perfect mixtape’

rated t | 940 words | cw: brief mention of recreational drug use | tags: friends to lovers, getting together, love confessions, fluff

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The silence in the car was stifling.

It was hot. Like, entirely too hot.

Steve was about five seconds away from taking his shirt off and dealing with Robin’s rolled eyes when Eddie, surprisingly, beat him to it.

The windows were down, but the radio was off, and sweat was dripping from every pore of their bodies onto the sticky leather seats of Steve’s car.

Eddie’s shirt was sitting on the seat next to him, and one of his hands was gathering his hair up so he could get some wind on his neck, not that the wind was any real help.

“What if we just all go to Robin’s?” Eddie asked when they were only a block away from her house. “Soak up some cool air.”

“Her parents are home,” Steve said for the fifth time.

“I don’t see the issue.”

“They think you were targeting me as the next victim,” Robin shook her head. “I don’t know how many times I’ve explained to them-“

“Fine!” Eddie said, too hot to bother listening or trying to argue. “But I swear we’re getting the AC in this car fixed tomorrow.”

“Oh, do you suddenly have $140?” Steve was met with silence. “Thought so.”

When Robin got out of the car, she slipped $20 into Steve’s hand. “For gas or AC, whatever.”

It was the first time Eddie had ever seen her give Steve any form of payment for rides, and probably the last going off of the way Steve’s entire face went from mildly uncomfortable to physical pain.

Eddie moved to the passenger seat and buckled up.

That was the biggest rule in Steve’s car: everyone wore seatbelts unless they were being chased by Upside Down creatures.

Steve backed out of the driveway once Robin was inside, and once again tried to flip the AC on.

Nothing.

“Why did this have to happen right before the hottest part of the year?” Eddie groaned.

“Just lucky,” Steve shrugged.

He should’ve taken his shirt off when he was in Robin’s driveway.

He pretended not to be distracted by the sweat glistening on Eddie’s chest, his skin flush pink from the heat. Steve pretended to not notice his newest tattoo, a nail bat that could have been identical to Steve’s real one under his bed.

“Oh!” Eddie suddenly said, nearly making Steve slam on the brakes or steer off the road. Maybe both.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot,” Eddie started to say as he reached through the backpack he had on the floor at his feet. “I made a…ah-ha!”

He held up a small rectangle, beaming over at Steve, who was too focused on driving to really see what he was holding.

“Uh. What is it?” He asked.

“It’s a mixtape! You were complaining about the kids stealing all your tapes and I thought I could make one for you,” Eddie opened the cassette case and shoved the tape in the tape deck. “I fit as much of what I knew you had on here, but there are limits to my magic so-“

“You seriously made me a mixtape of a bunch of pop songs?” Steve rolled to a stop at a stop sign, finally able to properly look over at Eddie.

He was pulling a lock of hair into his mouth, nervously looking back at Steve like he was unsure he’d done the right thing, like this was a test he hadn’t studied for and had a big chance of failing.

“I mean, I did throw in one of my favorite songs halfway to shake things up,” Eddie said nervously.

“You recorded fucking Blondie on a tape for me?” Steve asked incredulously.

“One song is Blondie, but-“

“And Tears for Fears?” Steve was still stopped in the road.

Eddie glanced behind them, ignoring the squeak of his slick skin rubbing against the seat. No cars, thankfully.

“Yeah, they’re on there.”

Steve put the car in park.

“Steve, you’re in the road, you can’t-“

“Shut up!” Steve turned completely towards Eddie, his face serious. “You made me a mixtape.”

“Yes and now I’m regretting mentioning it while you were driving.” Duran, Duran started playing and Steve let out a small gasp. “Dude, are you okay?”

“Do you remember when you told me that music was your love language? We were high and you said that you would give the person you love a mixtape to show you cared about them?”

He did say that. It was well over a month ago, when he and Steve had been sitting on his roof smoking, when Eddie had almost told him then how much he loved him. He’d held back, but barely.

“I…yeah, I remember.”

“And you made me a mixtape.”

“I did.”

“Eddie…”

“Steve…”

“Is this you telling me you love me?”

It wasn’t. Not intentionally. Not really.

But as expected, Steve saw through him, had a memory like a steel trap despite how many times he’d had his lights knocked out.

“You love me.”

Eddie was desperate to touch him, but the reminder of how hot it was, how much sweat was dripping off of him made him pause.

“When we get to your house, I’ll tell you.”

“What? Why not now?” Steve pouted.

Eddie fell harder.

“Because if I kiss you in this car, I’ll be mad about suffering in the heat longer. You have a house with AC and a cold shower." Eddie poked Steve's bottom lip back in. "I can show you if you hurry."

Steve took the car out of park and hit the gas, his perfect mixtape playing on the radio and Eddie laughing in the passenger seat.