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lucasnclair · 1 year
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clingy eddie? it’s not an established relationship and you just spent the whole day together when eddie blurts out "spend the night with me"
or or maybe a flirtatious and confident eddie like "i know you want me as much as i want you"
summer lovin’ — eddie munson
hi anon! I went with the second one and got totally invested, and it ended up being way longer than I expected lolzies … anyway tysm for the ask ily <3
summary: eddie munson is a menace to your heart — a pool party at steve’s brings all the feelings to the surface.
fluff, mutual pining, flirty eddie. gn!reader, 2k words
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You’d barely made it up Steve’s driveway before the kids were piling out of the car, shoving each other like a pack of animals to get out first.
“Alright, calm down, you lot.” Every single one of them ignored you, doors slamming and flip-flops hitting the pavement as they all clambered out, chatting loudly. You sighed. “Not even a ‘thanks for the ride, Y/N?’”
Your efforts went unnoticed as they all traipsed up to Steve’s door and disappeared inside. You were left alone with Eddie in the passenger seat, chuckling at your wasted attempts.
“I don’t think they can hear you, Y/N,” he said unhelpfully.
“You’re no better,” you told him, irritated.
Rolling your eyes, you got out of the car without a word. The sun seemed set out to get you today, its heat like fire on your skin. You’d barely made it two steps up the driveway before Eddie was on your heels.
“Sweetheart, don’t be mad,” he drawled, his voice sticky like the sweat clinging to both your bodies. “I’m sorry.”
His hand landed on your elbow and your skin felt hotter than it already was.
You ignored him for the sake of your dignity. If you looked at him right now, he’d be giving you that tantalising look that was quickly becoming your weakness. Bright eyes with the lids lowered, plush lips pushed into a subtle pout. Plus, he was wearing his t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, the one you hated because of how it made him look. You’d be a melting puddle in seconds.
Eddie was your friend. The fact that you’d kiss him if he asked was beyond the point.
“Whatever, Eds,” you said, pushing past him and through the Harrington’s front door.
Eddie was close on your tail as you crossed through the kitchen and to the back ranch-slider, emerging into Steve’s promised pool party. It was in full swing — Tears For Fears was blasting from somewhere and Dustin was already being playfully pushed into the pool by a giggling Max.
“Y/N!” This was Steve, reclined on one of the deck chairs with a Coca Cola can in hand. “Was wondering when you were coming in. None of these shitheads even said hi to me.”
You smiled. Aware of Eddie right behind you, you crossed the deck to Steve, bent at the waist and kissed his freckled cheek.
“Wouldn’t miss it, Steve,” you told him happily. “Even if it’s only us and a bunch of twelve-year-olds.”
“Fourteen!” Lucas and Max yelled in unison, equally annoyed.
You giggled and took the seat next to Steve’s. Meanwhile Eddie was glaring bullets at the both of you. Why did Steve get a kiss on the cheek? My hair is cooler than his, Eddie thought.
Eddie made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a grunt — it went unnoticed by everyone but you. Your head whipped around but he was already walking away from you.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away as Eddie strolled over to the cooler, dug his hand in and pulled a soda can from the ice. His rings were sparkling with condensation as he popped the can open, raised it to his lips and took a sip. His bicep glistened with sweat and you could see the veins on his wrist from here. You watched his Adams Apple bob up and down three times before he dropped his arm with a satisfied sigh.
Much too late, you looked away. Your face was burning. You pretended you didn’t see Eddie walking closer out of the corner of your eye.
His voice met your ears, smooth and velvety. “Did you want some, sweetheart?”
You chanced a look at Eddie, stomach backflipping. Eddie’s smirk widened because you looked so guilty, your eyes like a puppy’s and your cheeks flushed something awful. He was holding his drink out to you, condensation from the can dripping over his fingers.
“No thanks,” you said as nonchalantly as you could.
You shut up after that, afraid if you opened your mouth again you’d confess all your well-hidden secrets. Maybe ‘well-hidden’ wasn’t the right term, not when Eddie was smirking at you like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Eddie shrugged, downed the rest of the Coke in one and strolled to the edge of the pool, sitting down so his legs dangled in the water. You rolled your eyes though he couldn’t see you, falling back into your chair with a sigh.
“Hey, you okay?” Steve was looking at you weird under his sunglasses. “Are you and Munson arguing or something?”
You shook your head too fast and then hoped Steve hadn’t noticed. “No, no. I mean— yes, I’m fine. He’s just … “ You shrugged. “Well, you know us, always on each other’s backs.”
Steve hummed thoughtfully and gave you a look you didn’t quite understand. A moment later both of you were distracted by water sprinkling over your legs and a loud yell from Eddie.
“Oh, come on, Henderson!”
You looked up. Dustin, chest-deep in the pool, was holding an empty bucket and laughing hysterically, while Eddie was soaking wet and fuming. The mass of water had hit him full blast, only catching you and Steve on the legs.
“What was that for, man?” Eddie yelled.
You watched in amusement as Eddie stood up, still yelling profanities at Dustin, his clothes sopping wet. Your amusement quickly turned into horror when Eddie grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it off with one pull. Your position left you with a perfect view of his tattooed back, wet hair falling over his shoulder and back muscles, his skin pale beneath the dark ink that decorated his torso and arms. The butterflies in your stomach at the mere sight of him were antagonising.
“Bastard,” Eddie said, and he dived into the pool towards a chortling Dustin.
You wanted to throw up. For a second you actually thought you would. Desperate for an escape, you mumbled a hasty, “Bathroom,” to Steve and took off in the general direction of anywhere but here.
In the quiet of Steve’s guest bathroom, you could hear the thrumming of your heart in your ears, butterflies swarming your stomach. Get a grip, you told yourself, it’s just Eddie. But then … it was always just Eddie. Eddie telling you how good you looked in his jacket. Eddie’s hand on the small of your back at the 4th of July Carnival. Eddie calling you by pet names far too intimate for someone who lost their cool at a mere touch.
You liked him, and unless you were terrible at picking up on signals, you were pretty sure Eddie liked you, too. It was a dizzying feeling, liking someone this much. Especially when that someone was Eddie.
You spent longer than you intended in the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water a million times until you could barely feel your skin, drying your hands until they felt raw. When you were finally satisfied, your heart halfway back to its normal pace, you braved your way out to the kitchen.
You efforts were in vain. The moment you stepped into the kitchen you walked right into something tall and Eddie-shaped.
“Woah!” Eddie grabbed your elbows, keeping you from stumbling backwards. He was still shirtless, bare chest inches from your face, his curly hair damp. “Hey, you’re just the person I was looking for! Are you okay?”
The heat returned to your skin tenfold. “Yeah, I’m … I’m okay.”
Eddie’s grip tightened around your arms as he dipped his head a little to get a better look at you. His eyes were set with genuine worry, making them darker than usual. “Are you sure? Steve said you came in here, like, ten minutes ago. Thought I’d come check on you.”
You swallowed, nodded, looked anywhere but his inked-up skin or his kind, pretty face. “I’m fine, Eds. Just got a little hot, s’all.”
You were a horrible liar. You knew it, Eddie knew it.
“Oh,” he said. You waited for him to say, if you were so hot why didn’t you just get in the pool? But surprisingly, he kept quiet.
Neither of you moved. You were hyper aware of Eddie’s hands on your elbows and his chest tattoos on full display. You told yourself you should probably stop standing so close to him, so close that you could smell chlorine and faded cologne on him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.
Eddie finally let go of your arms. You followed his hands with your gaze — bad idea. He shoved them in the pockets of his denim shorts, the waistband hanging low on his hips and the fabric ripped enough to belong in a rockstar’s wardrobe. His exposed skin taunted you.
“We better get back out there, then,” Eddie said jovially, rocking on his heels.
“Right,” you said in the same tone, though yours was totally fake. You wished you could die on the spot.
Again, neither of you moved an inch. You couldn’t move an inch, not when Eddie was so close you were breathing each other’s air.
“Hey, sweetheart?”
Eddie’s voice had changed, there was something smug in it, though it was mostly thoughtful. You looked up grudgingly, guessing exactly what his face would look like before you’d looked. He was smirking.
You would’ve burnt him with your eyes if he wasn’t so pretty. “Yeah?”
“I think I might know what this is about,” he said knowingly. He took a step forward, his hands moving to hover just shy of your hips.
Oh, heavens. You prayed Steve’s kitchen tiles would open up and swallow you whole.
“What?” You challenged, though there was no real fire in your tone. You were putty under his gaze.
For your sake, Eddie lost the smirk. He took another step closer, his hands resting ever so gently on your hips. His thumbs ghosted over the exposed skin between your shorts and your top. You could feel your heart in your throat, punching around your airways like it wanted to suffocate you.
Eddie’s face turned serious, almost soft. He was so close now that you could count his freckles. Three, plus two on his neck.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
All you could get out was a sort of anguished whisper. “Please.”
When he kissed you it was with all the confidence in the world. You were melting into the kiss in seconds, his lips pressing into yours in a way that somehow made up for the eternity of lingering touches and longing glances.
Your hands hung limply at your sides — you didn’t stop to think as you moved them to touch his arms, his shoulders. You’d always wondered what he felt like under all that leather and denim. Eddie sighed into your mouth, one hand sliding around to the small of your back. He tasted like an awful combination of chlorine and Coca Cola. You should’ve found it grosser than you did.
You pulled away just when you thought you might pass out from lack of oxygen.
“Well,” Eddie said, all breathless and charming and flirty. You couldn’t help but notice his heaving chest, his swollen lips, his wild eyes. You felt a little sheepish that you’d made him look like that. “That was—”
“Ha!” There was a great shout of laughter from the window. “I knew it!”
You and Eddie jumped apart, heads whirling to the source of the noise. Not surprisingly, it was Dustin, ogling at you through the glass, surrounded by Max, Lucas and Mike. Steve towered over them at the back, trying and failing to look like he wasn’t totally invested.
Eddie, always the charmer, flipped them all off, earning him a chorus of childish ‘boo’s and groans.
“Charming,” you told him, smiling all over. “Remind me again why I like you?”
Eddie dropped his hand, his face morphing into mock surprise, dark eyes blown wide. “You like me? Really? I’d never guess.”
You rolled your eyes, face hot. “Would another kiss shut you up?”
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lucasnclair · 1 year
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peter parker has a crush on you. a big, fat, hopeless crush on you. he’s certain you’re an angel sent from heaven. he watches you squint at a page of your textbook and almost misses the question you ask when you hold the book up to his face. “what does that word even mean?” you’re asking. peter wants to say, “I love you,” but he’s pretty sure that’s not the correct definition. he gives you the answer almost dreamily (maybe he is in a dream … that would explain the angel thing), and you positively beam. peter just stares because of course your cheeks scrunch up in the cutest way possible, of course the 5pm sunlight is hitting your pretty face just right. “thank you,” you say. peter wants to say “you’re welcome,” but would rather not accidentally let a love confession slip. he’ll keep his mouth shut … for now.
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lucasnclair · 1 year
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eddie munson plays dead when you won’t give him attention. he puts on a full theatrical performance — an invisible knife to the heart, followed by a backwards plummet onto your bed and to his ‘death’. when he’s done he just lies there moaning and groaning and maybe you’d ignore him but he’s really cute annoying. one little shoulder tap from you and he’s been miraculously revived, much too energetic and clingy for someone who was on death’s door a minute ago. maybe you should’ve ignored him, after all …
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lucasnclair · 1 year
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steve harrington taking your first kiss and your nerves are running wild. you don’t know where to put your hands and you think you’re too stiff and your heart is about to explode out of your chest. steve pulls away, still close enough that your noses almost touch.
“sorry,” you say, because you’re convinced you did a terrible job and he hates you now.
“what for?” steve asks, his words all sticky and sweet. “you’re doing good, I promise.”
he’s so lovely you could cry. when he takes your second kiss, you smile so big it gets hard to kiss him back.
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lucasnclair · 2 years
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not so family video — steve harrington x reader
fluff, fem!reader, 1.1k words
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You sauntered into Family Video like it was your second home, the bell jingling as you pushed the door open and stepped onto the threshold.
It was just after 3pm — the afternoon sun painted the countertops golden and splashed warmth onto your bare legs, floral sundress floating mid-thigh. Robin was behind the counter at the computer, scrunching her nose in a half-disgusted, half-affectionate manner when she saw you.
“Steve, your girlfriend’s here,” she drawled, not even glancing up as she typed into the keyboard.
“Wha— ow!” A telling thud had sounded from somewhere in the rows, followed by a clattering of what unfortunately sounded like multiple video cases spilling across the floor. Steve emerged, straightening up and clutching his head, hair pushed flat by his palm. “Ow, fuck. Dammit.”
“Stevie,” you groaned lightly, affectionately, and hurried over to where he was, about three rows from the front of the store. You stopped in your tracks when you saw the absolute mess he’d made, videos scattered across the floor like dominoes.
“Steve,” you repeated his name, exasperatedly this time, meeting his eyes over matching pouts. “Here, let me help.”
You bent to scoop up the videos, balancing on the balls of your feet as you piled up a few of them. Steve stopped rubbing his aching head to help you, muttering a string of profanities and something along the lines of ‘can never catch a break around here’. You bit back a grin, slotting a couple of videos into their proper shelf.
Meanwhile, Steve had been momentarily distracted, as his eyes landed on you and your sundress, your pretty hair and the way it caught the sunlight, summertime freckles on your bare arms and the curve of your thighs as you balanced on your knees. He watched you replace a few more videos, your skirt floating and lifting as you stretched your torso to reach the higher shelves.
“Are you gonna stare at me doing your job all day or are you actually gonna help?”
You were teasing him — the drawl in your voice made it obvious — and maybe Steve would’ve said something smart back but you were killing him with that pretty smile of yours.
“Did you come here purely to tease me, sweetheart? ‘Cause it’s working.”
Steve’s voice was sickly sweet and you acknowledged the familiar butterflies in your stomach, the ones that appeared even after months of Steve-compliments. You grinned so hard it hurt.
“Maybe,” you shrugged, inching closer to him on the grimy video store floor. When you were close enough you took his collar in your fingers, your other hand fiddling with his employee badge. “You’re not doing too bad yourself, handsome.”
Steve blushed — yes, Steve Harrington blushed — and put his hands on your waist, tugging you closer still. Your knees knocked each other clumsily and Steve pretended to be annoyed with a quiet tsk. You rearranged yourself so your knee slotted between both of his, hands sliding up his chest and around his neck.
Steve’s chest heaved between the both of you and it made you giddy that you, of all people, excited him this much.
“If this is my job,” he breathed, “I’ll work myself to the bone.”
You couldn’t tell who leaned in first but it didn’t matter — Steve’s hands tightened around your waist and yours curled around his neck. His lips were soft and plush and he tasted like candy — he’d been eating the Family Video stash again. You smiled into the kiss and your fingers twirled through the soft hair on the back of his neck.
Steve broke the kiss only to drag you clumsily into his lap, your legs on either side of his waist, skirt riding up around your hips. By the look on Steve’s face, this was extremely intentional.
“Perv,” you whispered, watching bashfully as he didn’t waste a second to get his hands on your skin, fingers curling around your thighs.
Steve didn’t miss a beat in replying. “Only for you, angel.”
He dipped his head to kiss you again, he was so familiar and so warm and so Steve. You were absolutely enthralled, and it would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t love him so much to not give a shit. Steve’s hands were sliding up your thighs, his warm fingertips trailing higher, higher, higher—
“That doesn’t look very family friendly.”
Robin Buckley had never been one to give a single ounce of privacy, especially not to her best friend. You pulled away from Steve, looking over your shoulder to see Robin glaring at the two of you from the counter.
“Ignore her,” Steve muttered from behind you, so only you could hear, attempting to pull you back into him.
You giggled, ignoring him instead. “Sorry, Robs,” you grinned.
The girl merely rolled her eyes, but her tone suggested a poorly contained smile. “Get off my coworker’s lap, Y/N. There’s like, so much work to do.”
This was not true, considering the completely empty shop and the fact that it had been like this all day. Still, you pried yourself off of Steve, fixing your hair and clothes while poor Steve pouted on the floor. He very unsubtly watched the back of you as you skipped over to Robin. Jeez Louise, you drove him crazy.
Steve got up reluctantly, groaning like an old man. The complaints continued under his breath while he finally stacked the last few videos, stealing glances at you the whole time. You‘d taken to chatting with Robin (the hypocrite), leaning against the counter with your hip jutting out and he was sure you were doing it on purpose.
His suspicion was confirmed when you laughed sweetly, throwing back your head so your hair tumbled down your back, the sunlight catching on your nose and eyelashes and hair. And then, god save him, you looked over at Steve with a huge smile still etched on your face, batting your eyelashes like you knew he was watching.
It took everything Steve had not to pile you into his car right then and there, take you to his empty house and see that dress of yours on the damn floor. He opted instead for crossing the room in a few strides and circling his arms around you from behind, chin resting boyishly on your bare shoulder, breath tickling your ear.
Robin watched in affectionate disgust as Steve whispered something in your ear. She assumed it was one of his standard dirty comments, because you blushed like a beetroot, giggling like a schoolgirl as you slapped him on the chest. Robin couldn’t stand it one second longer.
“You guys are near insufferable,” she stated matter-of-factly. “I’m banning you from the store, Y/N.”
Steve merely squeezed you tighter and pouted dramatically at Robin, “You don’t mean that, Buckley.”
“I do too, Harrington.”
“You’re gonna ban your favourite customer?” You asked, pushing your bottom lip out to mirror Steve’s pout.
“Yup,” Robin quipped in a tone that suggested otherwise. “You’re both dinguses in love.”
Steve grinned. He didn’t mind that label one bit.
Neither did you.
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Joe Keery and Maya Hawke Break Down the Vecna House Fight
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saw a tiktok where someone was showing off different cropped shirts and i just know in my heart eddie would have a bunch that he chopped up himself. robin and steve are there for moral support
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lucasnclair · 2 years
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“If you could film just one last scene as Eddie, what would it be?”
“Probably be a scene with… Steve 😏”
- Joseph Quinn everyone
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lucasnclair · 2 years
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"not all men" you're right, lucas sinclair would never treat me like this.
#bf
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This better be the first scene of Stranger Things Season 5
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“gay people didn’t exist in the 80s,” someone says into the microphone. we all boo.
“no,” someone calls from the audience. “he’s right.” it’s the duffer brothers.
1/?
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lucasnclair · 2 years
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fruity four band au is the only thing on my mind.
nancy on bass
eddie on guitar
steve as lead singer
and robin on drums
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Steve and Robin in the car alone one evening and he works up the courage to be like “how did you know you were gay 🧍‍♂️” and she’s like this motherfucker 🙄🙄
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lucasnclair · 2 years
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happy pride month to robin and will and mike and nancy and max and el and steve and eddie and dustin and lucas and jonathan and argyle and-
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robin and will when they officially meet each other
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JJ Maybank in S1E06 | Parcel 9 
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