#( thread: eddie x chrissy. )

[chelseeebe]

gimme a hand

okay so i saw a silly tiktok abt how guys take nudes wrong and thought our lovely best friend reader could help eddie take some !! i am a little tipsy so pls excuse any mistakes

mdni. 18+. smut. like, literally just smut. fem!reader x eddie. modern au

“so.. how are things with you and.. whatshername?” clicking your fingers in his face.

eddie scoffs, batting your hand away, “chrissy is her name,” correcting your childish behaviour, “and it’s good, we’ve been.. texting a little,” shrugging nonchalantly.

you and eddie had been best friends for years, though these hang outs were few and far between now. both too busy with the perils of adult life to sit around and smoke weed all day, like you used to.

that meant that your relationship had skewed a bit, no longer as close as you once were. though you still tried to feign an interest in his, mostly nonexistent, love life.

he understood though, your life was far too interesting to care about the very small roster of girls he was seeing.

“texting?” you exclaim, stubbing the embers of the joint out into the ashtray, “so you haven’t seen her since?”

eddie shakes his head, realising that what he had thought was an exciting update, was actually just a pathetic retelling of a long text thread.

“i think we’re just.. testing the waters,” brushing off your disappointment. he contemplates even telling you anymore but what kind of a best friend would he be if he didn’t at least tell you all the details. “she sent me pictures the other day,” wriggling his eyebrows.

“pictures?” a slight mocking tone to your voice that he doesn’t like, “what kinda pictures?”

his face scrunches up, cheeks flaming red, as if it wasn’t obvious. “you know.. naughty ones.”

you whistle, blowing the air from your cheeks in the most sarcastic manner, “naughty pictures.. wow eddie, you’re really moving up in the world. did you send any back?”

his head dips, regretful of ever sharing this with you. you had never had a lack of choice for guys lining up for you. even back in high school. of course you wouldn’t understand.

“no..” shrugging again, “i don’t.. don’t know how.”

“you don’t know how to send nudes?” utter shock rippling through your voice, “didn’t i teach you anything?”

“not how to send nudes!” he hits back, getting increasingly frustrated that you’d rather mock him than help him get laid for once.

“i can help you if you want,” you offer, “i don’t have to watch.. i can just.. guide you?” proposing the question as if it were a completely standard conversation for you two to be having.

“really?” his eyes bright and full of hope.

eddie really liked chrissy, she was sweet and the times they had hung out, they got on well. he just wasn’t equipped to match her flirting, afraid he’d overthink himself into losing her.

“sure,” you smile, grabbing his phone as you stand from the couch, “come on,” beckoning for him to follow you down the corridor to the bathroom.

you bundle into the trailers tiny bathroom, poised in front of the mirror with his phone in hand.

“you stand here..” you instruct, guiding him by the shoulders, “you need to get hard,” grinning as you look at him through the mirror, “i’ll stand outside and just.. tell you what to do, okay?”

eddie’s too high for this, wondering how you’d gone from a joint and a couple of beers to now helping him sext the girl he liked.

you disappear outside, shoving his phone into his chest, the knob clicking quietly as the realisation of what the hell he was doing sets in.

“so..” he poises, swiping onto the camera, posing himself in the dirty mirror, “pull my pants down, right?” wanting to make sure that he got nothing wrong.

“yeah, but not all the way, just like.. a little bit.”

okay, he thinks. tugging his sweatpants down just beneath his balls, his boxers following suit. he was getting hard just thinking about it, the fact that you were instructing him what to do wasn’t helping.

his fingers wraps around the base of his cock, pumping his fist a few times, stifling the groan that had settled in his throat.

this was already weird enough, he didn’t need to make it weirder.

“okay..” his voice quivering, “what now?”

you tut, “pull your shirt up.. or off, it looks bad otherwise.”

eddie does as you ask, taking his shirt off and tossing it into the floor with the rest of his dirty clothes. he peers at the image through the screen, inwardly cringing at how stupid he looked.

“i don’t know,” though his dick was already stiff, aching for him to continue. “i look stupid,” he frowns, attempting to position the phone differently, although nothing seemed to help his pathetic stature.

“no you don’t,” your voice rings through the door, “now you gotta pose it.. make it look good, sexy.”

his eyes squeeze shut, wishing you’d stop talking with that low growl in your voice. this was for chrissy’s benefit, not his. getting off to the sound of your voice while trying to arouse another girl was not the plan.

eddie exhales, opening his eyes to reposition the phone, closer to the mirror. his fist begging to move and finish the job.

nothing helped, in fact, it looked worse than before. chrissy’d block him if he dared sent anything like this.

fuck, he felt like a pervert. this was wrong. twisted.

“have you done it?” you call.

“no,” he gulps, frowning at the image of himself in the mirror.

you huff, knuckles wrapping against the door, “i’m gonna come in, okay?” giving him no time to think before you appear next to him in the mirror.

your eyes fall straight to his cock, widening every so slightly, “wow.. okay,” chuckling awkwardly as you snap back into it. “you have to..” your hand lowers his phone, straightening the camera position for him.

his breath is jagged, on the edge of exploding and splattering all over his bathroom. whatever buzz he had had from the weed had dissipated, replaced by the hazy tingly sensation of your hand near his cock.

“and then..” you look to him, in person this time, not through the safety of the mirror, before wrapping your fingers around the ones that were still lingering around his cock. “do this..” voice trailing off into a low whisper, using his fist to pump his already leaking cock.

a strangled gasp leaves his mouth, heat searing through his body. mind too fuzzy to truly comprehend the shit he was seeing and feeling.

the heat of your body presses against his back, delicate fingers still travelling the length of his cock, “film it,” not once letting your eyes fall from the side of his face while his stay firmly on the mirror in front.

maybe this way he could pretend it wasn’t real, that he was just watching some video and you weren’t actually jerking him off by-proxy.

eddie, ever obedient, presses the record button, sighing into his phone as your his hand continues to move.

his knees almost buckle, kept afloat by the sound of you panting into his ear. it was almost too much, his brain collapsing into itself as your hand takes over, ignoring the phone in his hand to continue making him whine and quiver like that.

the weight of your body presses him into the cold china basin, eyes travelling from his face to his dick and right back up again.

you could’ve told him to jump right now and he would’ve. other hand reaching around to grab onto whatever part of you he could get a grip on.

your lips trace against his neck, lingering against the skin. he couldn’t keep the phone straight, the video would just be some big blur of him groaning and the sink. not that it matters. not while you’re touching him.

“is this good?” you ask, breath tickling against his ear.

eddie nods rapidly, “good.. so good,” fingers twisting around your shirt as his eyes flutter closed. “fuck,” he gasps, the phone slipping from his hand onto the counter when your thumb circles the tip of his dick. an otherworldly feeling he had never been able to feel before.

“yeah?” you grit, pulling his hand, signalling for him to turn. his bones were jelly, body mailable and under your control. his back now pressed against the sink, foreheads pressed together.

one hand holds onto your hip while the other finds your cheek, lazily trying to connect your lips. your knee slides between his legs, spreading them just enough for your other hand to creep between and grab his balls.

“ohh shit,” eddie wails, kissing at your bottom lip, sucking at the skin.

nothing felt real, waiting for his alarm to pull him out of this fucked dream to a sticky puddle and a new perspective on your friendship.

your expert fingers fondle his balls while the other fists his dick, pre-cum making your fingers glisten and move with ease.

his throat squeaks, the most pitiful noise a grown man could’ve made, his bottom lip still latched onto yours.

ten years of friendship and yet the two of you had never even kissed before. wishing you wouldn’t have wasted so much time on actually doing it. a newfound adoration for the sweet taste of your lips and the friction of your palm rubbing against his cock.

“i’m gonna cum,” he babbles, stomach flipping, waves of pleasure crashing through his tingling limbs.

you don’t respond to his whining, your nose brushes over his as his breaths become shallow and staggered. a iron clad grip on your shirt as he teeters over the edge, hips stuttering into your palm.

“ohh fuck,” eddie mewls, bursting all over your hand, “shit.. fuck, oh god,” your eyes dark, gazing down at your hand still wrapped around him, somewhat proud of what you’ve achieved.

he lets go of his hold on your body, hurriedly trying to find the counter to ground himself. his head a million miles away on mars, his lack of thoughts disrupted by the sound of the water running.

chest still heaving as he braves a look at you, watching his release swirl down the drain. you’re chewing on your bottom lip, a sudden realisation that you had just made your best friend cum maybe. he doesn’t really want to ask. hoping you won’t regret it.

eddie picks up his phone, stopping the recording, his thumb shooting straight to the tiny trash can until you grab his wrist.

“don’t delete it,” a fire within your eyes, twisting the screen in your direction, “i wanna watch.”’

his finger hovers over the play button, looking to you though your eyes are trained on the screen, waiting for him to press play.

the video starts, shaky footage as the audio of his pathetic grunts and gasps fill the tiny bathroom. eddie can’t bring himself to watch, forcing himself to watch you rather than the video.

you’re smiling to yourself, smug at the sight of you making him crumble. he wants to be embarrassed, can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and yet, he doesn’t turn it off.

“maybe don’t send that..” you remark, finding his eye, that mischievous sparkle that eddie hadn’t seen in years, reappearing.

he needed to feel you, in the way that you had felt him. cock already reawakening when your lips twitch into a smirk.

shit.

[harringtonstilinski]

Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-Seven: Vecna's Curse

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 4,431 Warnings: fluff, angst, olivia being protective, mentions of chrissy (may she r.i.p.) Smut: no | yes; 18+ MINORS DNI: unprotected m+f (wrap before you tap), oral (f receiving), brief fingering (f receiving), A/N: Hi, friends! We getting Eddie in this chapter!! I'm so freaking excited, lol. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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I woke up sore, but a good kind of sore. Feeling a heavy arm on me, I turned my head over my shoulder, looking at Steve’s adorable sleeping face. Smiling, I turned over on my other side, lightly cupping his cheek.

Leaning forward, I placed a light kiss to his lips, feeling his arm tighten around me. Taking a deep breath as Steve started to deepen the kiss, I wrapped my arm around his neck, our lips moving in sync. 

He moved me on my back, caging my head in with his forearms, my other arm going around his neck. I let out a quiet moan as I felt Steve’s tongue meet mine. Feeling his hardened shaft on my thigh, I smiled into the kiss.

“Is that morning wood, or are you happy to see me?” I asked.

Chuckling lightly, he looked at our bodies between the sheets, moving a hand to my core, dipping one finger in my entrance. “Looks like someone’s happy to see me.”

I could hear the stupid ass smirk on his face. “Uh-huh,” I moaned. “Very happy.”

As Steve moved his finger in and out of my core, I cupped his cheek kissing him before he started moving down my body, kissing the valley of my breast, my stomach before kissing right above my clit. 

Moving my hand to his hair, I threaded my fingers through his strands, resting my hand lightly on his head as he kissed my clit before kitten licking it.

“Steve,” I breathed. “More.”

He licked a stripe up my core, my back arching just a little. He fingered me while working on my clit with his beautiful mouth. Just before I was about to cum, he pulled away, crawling his way back up my body before kissing my mouth while putting the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Wait,” I breathed, putting a hand on his hip. “We don’t have any more condoms.”

“I’ll pull out,” he said.

I trusted Steve with everything I had, so I nodded, cupping his face again. “Don’t.”

All movement from him stopped. “W-what?”

“Don’t pull out,” I whispered. “I asked my doctor about being on the pill and she put me on it. Plus, I got tested and I’m clean.”

I could see nothing but adoration in his eyes as he looked at me, a hint of a smile on his face. Picking my head up, I kissed his lips, feeling him kiss me back. I gasped, feeling him enter me bare.

He groaned. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

“Oh, my god,” I breathed. 

Steve started pumping his hips back and forth, continuing to hit that spot inside me that had me moaning his name like prayer.

“Fuck, Liv,” he groaned. “Won’t last much longer.”

“I’m gonna cum,” I breathed, reaching between us to boost my orgasm. Loudly moaning his name, I came. Hard. Harder than I ever have. I felt Steve’s cock twitch inside me, feeling his seed release into my pussy.

We stayed like that for a moment before I threaded my fingers through his hair, sighing. “We should get up now,” I whispered.

I felt him nod before yawning, lifting his head off my chest, our eyes meeting. He placed a sweet kiss to my lips before lifting himself off of me, slowly pulling out, both of us hissing. Once Steve was out of the bed, he went into his bathroom, relieving himself before coming back out with a damp cloth, wiping up the mess coming out of my core. 

I hummed as he finished cleaning me up, holding his hand out for me to take. Placing my hand in his, he gently helped me out of the bed, a groan coming from my throat.

“You okay?” he asked, placing his hands on my hips as I stood.

“Yeah, just a little sore,” I answered, looking into his eyes, seeing concern. I lightly chuckled, threading my fingers through the hair just above his ear. “But it’s a good kind of sore.” Moving my hand to his chest, I smiled before walking around him to the bathroom, starting the water for a shower.

Once we both had taken a shower together, minus the funny business, we’d gotten dressed for our day at Family Video, going down the stairs to get some breakfast before heading out of the door.

We had to pick up Robin from her house since we all had the same shift this morning. Keith was there to open the door and make sure we got all clocked in before he went into his office for a couple hours.

~~~

After Keith had left, Steve, Robin and I were all busy putting the returns up as Robin told Steve and I about her night in the stands last night at the basketball game. 

“And then Vickie laughed,” she said. “And it wasn’t like a cheap, fake laugh either. It was like… a real, genuine laugh.”

“Of course, she laughed, Robin,” Steve said, putting some returns away. “It was my Muppet joke. It’s hilarious.”

“My point is that Vickie laughed and everything was just like…”

“Right with the world?” I added with a smile on my face as I shelved a VHS case.

“It was perfect,” Robin said.

“But?” Steve asked.

“But I’m having this problem where it’s like, I should stop talking,” she explained. “I have said everything I need to say. But then I guess I get nervous, and the words- they just- they keep spilling out, and it’s like my… my brain is moving faster than my mouth–”

“No, your mouth is moving faster than your brain,” I corrected.

“Well, I’m digging a hole for myself,” she continued. “And I want to stop digging. I’m trying to stop digging, but I can’t. And I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?”

Steve and I were standing next to a shelf of movies, one of his hands on the top of it, his other arm wrapped around my neck as I had my arm around the middle of his back, looking at her with small smiles on both of our faces.

“Yeah, babe,” I said. “You are.”

Robin exhaled, backing up to the poster behind her, resting her back against it, saying, “I’m hopeless.” Steve and I followed, my back against his chest as we both said, “Eh.”

“We all are,” Steve said, wrapping his arms around my stomach, chin meeting my shoulder.

“I wish we could, like, combine,” I said.

“Combine?” Steve asked.

"Think about it, babe. Robin knows exactly what she wants in the girl of her dreams, but lacks the courage to ask her out,” I explained. Unwrapping his arms from around my middle, I started pacing in front of him and Robin. “Meanwhile, we’ve been together for over a year and go on like a million dates. You obviously know what you want because you have me.”

“Mhmm,” Steve mumbled. 

“So if we all combined, all problems would be gone.” I turned around and faced them, hands out to my sides.

“I think I found our morning movie,” Robin said, moving past me.

“Plus, I’m still okay with whoring you out just for a sale,” I said, moving closer to Steve.

“Doctor Zhivago,” Robin’s voice cut through.

“Oh, no,” I said.

“You know I don’t do double VHS,” Steve said, putting his hands on my shoulders to turn me around before he grabbed a buggy full of returns.

“But it’s about doomed love,” Robin said, sweetly.

“Not relatable,” I muttered, moving to the counter.

“Also, Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this. Like, seriously, the most beautiful creature I have seen in my life,” she said, moving behind the counter with me.

“I thought Vickie was?” I asked, turning on the TV.

The reporter's voice came blaring through the speakers as she said, “We’re in Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don’t have a lot of details right now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not yet released the victim’s name–”

“Dustin,” I whispered. I turned around and picked the phone up, calling my mom. When she answered, I immediately spit out, “Where’s Dustin? Did he make it home last night?” When she answered that he did, and that he was sitting right next to her, I let out a breath of relief. “Oh, thank god.”

~~~

Our eyes were glued to the screen when we didn’t have any customers in the store. Hugging my arms around myself, I brought my fingers up to play with my bottom lip, something I do when I’m super anxious or just thinking.

The door opening with the sound of the bell ringing above it had me turning around, dropping my hand once I saw Dustin and Max walk through the door.

“Oh, sweet shit,” I whispered in relief as Dustin said, “Hey, Steve.”

“You guys see this?” Steve asked.

“You had me worried sick before I called mom,” I said.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asked.

“Someone was murdered,” Steve said.

“How many phones do you have?” my brother enunciated.

“Two, why?”

“Technically three,” Robin said. “If you count Keith’s in the back.” Looking at my brother, Max said, “Yeah, three works,” right before Dustin took his backpack from his shoulders, slinging it over the counter.

“Dustin, no,” I said, already knowing what he was about to do.

He pushed his bag across the counter before jumping on it, Robin, Steve and I exclaiming our own words.

“What are you–?” 

“My pile!”

“Dustin, no!”

He kicked the tapes that Steve had stacked up, the older teen saying, “No, no, no! My tapes! Dude.”

“You couldn’t have gone around the damn counter?” I asked, right behind him once he cleared the counter and sat at the computer. “Hey, shit for brains, that’s for employees only. What the hell are you doing?”

“Setting up base of operations, shit for brains,” Dustin replied.

“Base of operations?” Robin asked.

I tried pushing him off the stool, but he fought back, bringing an arm up to protect himself and to push me back. “Get off, Dustin.”

“No, Liv, stop. I need it.”

“The fuck for?”

“Looking up Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers,” Dustin explained.

“Care to explain why?” I asked, crossing my arms. I knew Eddie sold weed, and his friends might’ve as well, but I didn’t know for sure. I knew who Eddie’s dealer was though, but I wasn’t about to let them know that just yet. “Will someone please answer the phone?!”

“Oh, Eddie,” Steve said. “Your new best friend you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?”

“Steve, stop,” I breathed, turning to look at him.

“Yes,” Dustin groaned. Turning to Steve, he said, “I never said that.”

“Seriously, you guys,” Robin voiced. “Maybe on a Monday, you can play around in here like toddlers, but it’s Saturday. It’s our busiest day.”

Clipboard and pencil in hand, Dustin looked at the computer after typing in one of Eddie’s friends names, saying, “Alright, look, Robin, I totally empathize, but this cannot wait until Monday.”

“Oh, my god,” I muttered, hearing Steve mutter it as well. I rolled my eyes, sighing, while turning around to help Robin pick up Dustin’s mess.

“What, ‘cause calling all of Eddie’s friends is an emergency?” Robin asked.

“Correct!” Dustin exclaimed.

“Since I’m his older sister, do you want me to strangle him?” I asked. “Because I’m  itching to strangle the little shit.”

“We can take turns,” Robin said, turning her head to look at me with a smile.

“Can you just fill them in while I do this?” Dustin asked. “Fill us in on what?” Robin and I asked, turning to face my brother, boyfriend and Max, the latter looking like she really didn’t want to explain whatever it was that she was about to.

~~~

After Max had explained to us that she saw Eddie and Chrissy enter his trailer after the game last night and that some funky shit happened with her lights and TV, and that she knows it’s Chrissy’s body they wheeled out this morning and Eddie was nowhere to be seen, three out of the five us got busy calling all Eddie’s friends, trying to find out where he was hiding.

When I heard Max say Reefer Rick, I knew exactly who she was talking about; aka, Eddie’s dealer. After I wrote his name down, I watched as Steve walked by with the tapes for Doctor Zhivago, chuckling while shaking my head as I sat down at the computer, working on typing returns in, while also typing in Eddie’s friends names to get their phone numbers for Dustin, Robin and Max.

Steve came back around the counter, handing me the tapes, running his hand along my back while I asked for the girl's information to add it to her account. Once she gave it to me, Steve ran his hand along my back again as he went back around the counter, walking the girl out.

I heard him whisper, “Goddammit,” as he came back inside. All I could do was giggle and shake my head at him, finding humor in all this. Hearing one of the phones being placed back on the receiver, I turned around, looking at Max as she said, “I might have a lead.” “Seriously?” Dustin asked, excited.

“Yeah,” Max replied. “Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.” Humming, I turned back around before saying in a sing-song voice, “I could’ve told you that.” Silence for a few seconds as I typed in Rick’s name, feeling a hand collide with the back of my head. “Ow! What the fu–”

“And you’re just now saying something?” Dustin exclaimed.

“It’s not like anyone asked,” I said, looking at the computer before rubbing the back of my head, whispering, “Shithead.”

Robin, Dustin and Max had a small conversation as I typed and looked for Rick’s information, hearing something about a last name.

“Bet the cops know a last name,” Steve said.

I looked at him - well, moreso his back - watching as he placed a movie back in the crate at the front of the store as Max said, “What?” “Cops.” 

It was silent for a moment before I raised my eyebrows, saying, “Babe? Elaborate?” with curiosity.

“I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer-” Steve said, until I interrupted with “He is.”

Steve turned to rest his arms on the counter, continuing, “I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.”

“Like Olivia?” Dustin said.

I looked at him, an unamused expression on my face. “Gee, thanks for that.”

“The cops?” Dustin turned to face Steve a little more head on. “Really, Steve? That’s your suggestion?”

“I mean, I just think at this point they should probably be filled in on what we know, what’s going on,” Steve said.

“You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” 

“Whoa, I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, ya’know, just don’t think that we can rule it out.”

“You’d be a terrible cop, babe,” I said.

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to do here, Steve,” Max said.

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time whoring yourself out - with Liv’s permission - to get a sale and more time trying to find Eddie,” Dustin said.

“Oh, well, someone has to tend to the customers,” Steve retorted.

“Especially if they’re babes, right?” Robin and I said, the former winking.

Pointing to Robin, Steve said, “Hey, not fair,” before pointing to me saying, “You’re the one who agreed to this. And I tend to all the customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We’ve got a very big selection in here. Okay, it can be super overwhelming for these people.”

“Okay, will someone please for the love of god pay attention to what I have up on this godforsaken computer?” I asked, gesturing to the device with my hands. “Okay, I have something we all have been looking for.”

Everyone huddled around me, seeing what I brought up on the computer. “Now, tell me how many Rick’s check out Fast Times, and not one, but three Cheech & Chong movies?”

“Baby, you’re a genius,” Steve said.

Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I said with a smile, “I know.”

“I could kiss you stupid right now.”

“Do that later,” Dustin said. “What’s the last name?”

“Lipton, like the tea. Lives at 2121 Holland Road. Which you could’ve also asked for earlier.” Again with the silence, so I groaned and hung my head for a moment before picking it back up. “I used to buy from him sophomore year.”

“The same year you started getting busted for all those B&E’s?” Steve asked.

“Yup,” I nodded. “The very one!”

“That’s out by Lover’s Lake,” Dustin said.

“Middle of nowhere,” Max added.

“Perfect place to hide,” Robin also added.

Robin, Steve and I went into the back to grab our stuff we walked in with, not bothering to clock out before we ran outside, Robin turning the sign to closed and locking the door. I hopped in the passenger seat as Steve sat in the driver’s seat, turning the car on as Dustin, Robin and Max piled in the backseat.

Reefer Rick’s, here we come!

~~~

It was dark by the time we made it to Reefer Rick’s. All I wanted to do was just close my eyes for an hour… or eight.

When Steve parked the car, we all piled out, heading to the front door of the house. Dustin rang the doorbell, waiting for a moment before pressing it again before becoming impatient and ringing the bell over and over again.

“Okay,” Steve said. “Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.”

Dustin knocked on the door, becoming very impatient. “Eddie! It’s Dustin!”

“Awesome,” I breathed.

“Look, we just wanna talk, okay?! No cops, I swear! We just wanna help.”

Dustin, Steve, Max and Robin all had flashlights, except for me, for some reason. But that was okay because Steve’s fingers were threaded between mine.

I looked over to my left, watching as Robin looked through the window next to the door, as Dustin knocked on the door again, saying Eddie’s name before ringing the doorbell once again.

“Rick!” Dustin said before banging on the door. “Reefer Riiiiiiiiick!”

“Don’t scream that,” Steve said.

I walked away, following Max as Dustin screamed Rick’s name again, Steve saying, “Stop, he’s not there.”

Seeing the boathouse, I called, “Guys! Boathouse!” I felt everyone behind me before I started moving towards the boathouse, walking inside. “Hello? Anyone home? Eddie? Hey, it’s Liv. Are you here?”

“What a dump,” Steve muttered.

I looked over at him, unamused as he looked around. “Not everyone can grow up in a big house on the nicer side of town there, babe,” I said as I followed him around the other side of the boat that was sitting in the middle of the boathouse, his light turning off catching my eye. 

Watching him as he got an oar off the wall, I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. “Babe, what are you doing?”

He ignored my question, stabbing the oar into the tarp that was in the boat. I jumped at the sound, as well as Dustin, who asked, “What are you doing?”

“Steven, what are you doing?” I asked, a little more sternly.

“He might be in here,” Steve answered.

“So take the tarp off,” Dustin quietly exclaimed.

Gesturing to the tarp with his hand, Steve said, “If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off,” before going back to stabbing it with the oar.

Max and Robin went over to a table, inspecting all the stuff that was on it as Max said, “Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran,” Robin suggested.

Being a sarcastic little shit, Dustin said, “Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.”

I chuckled as Steve said, “I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering the fact that everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight–”

His words were interrupted by a figure jumping out of the boat, pinning Steve to the wall, as he shouted, “Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!” before the sharp end of a broken glass bottom was pointed at his neck.

Realizing it’s Eddie, I held my hands out to him, standing between him and Steve, and Dustin, Max and Robin. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!! Stop, stop, stop!!”

“Eddie! Eddie!” Dustin shouted, the older teen looking at him. “It’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve.”

“He’s not gonna hurt you, right, baby?” I asked, my breathing heavy.

“Right,” Steve whispered, agreeing. “Yeah.”

“Babe, drop the oar.”

He let it go, but that didn’t stop Eddie from trying to stab Steve’s neck, Dustin and I protesting as my fear went from an 8 to an 11 on a scale of one to ten.

“He’s cool,” Dustin said. “He’s cool.”

“I’m cool, man,” Steve whispered. “I’m cool.”

Looking at Steve, but directing his question at the whole group, or at least to just Dustin and myself, Eddie asked, “What are you doing here?”

“We’re looking for you,” Dustin said, hands out and eyes wide. 

“We’re here to help,” Robin said.

Eddie looked at us and it was just now that I could see the fear in his eyes, the emotion only softening a little as he locked eyes with me and Dustin. 

“These are my friends,” Dustin said. “You know Liv, my annoying older sister. You know Robin, from band.”

She imitated herself playing her trumpet.

“This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D.”

“Eddie,” I said, his eyes meeting mine. I took a tentative step towards him, my hands dropping slightly. “We’re on your side. Okay? I swear on mine and Dustin’s mother! Right, guys?”

“Yes, yes, we swear,” Max said.

“On Mrs. Henderson,” Robin said.

“On their… their mother,” Steve said.

It took a couple seconds but Eddie finally let go of Steve, my boyfriend groaning in relief as I rushed to him, putting my hands on his cheeks, checking him over.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He nodded his head, “Yeah, I’m fine.” He bent over some, putting his hand on his neck as I rubbed his back before he sat on a stool next to us, pulling me into his lap.

Eddie was leaned against the wall he had Steve pinned against, sliding down into a squat. 

“Eddie,” Dustin said, squatting in front of him. “We just… want… to talk.” He reached for the bottle, Eddie snatching it back, his hand shaking from fear and adrenaline. “Okay.”

Robin walked over slowly, squatting down next to Dustin, Max following behind her to stand. “We wanna know what happened.” He shook his head, sniffling. “You don’t believe me.” ‘Try us,” I said, softly.

He looked at me like he didn’t believe me, but he wanted to do so bad.

I knew Eddie from the times I’d drop Dustin off for Hellfire at the school. Since I used to watch The Party play when they were little, I would stay and watch Hellfire. Eddie and I became friends, mainly because of Dustin. 

One night, they all got into a dispute about something non-D&D related, so I put my own two cents in, and ever since that night, mine and Eddie’s relationship was strictly platonic, just like Robin and Steve’s. 

Eddie moved from where he was squatted against the wall to sitting by the boat, legs crossed over each other as he explained what happened with Chrissy, voice tight with tears. “Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh… and she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones, uh, she…” He made a noise, like he was humming to himself. “Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man. It… it was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling.”

My heart broke from him hearing his voice crack and tighten with every word he was saying. Steve and I had moved to stand next to a post, his arm around my shoulders, my left arm around his lower back. Robin was leaning on a table next to us, Max sitting on the stool in front of Steve and I, Dustin right up at the front, sitting on his knees in front of Eddie.

“I… I didn’t know what to do, so I…” Eddie said. “I ran away. I left her there.” He scoffed before saying, “You all think I’m crazy, right?” 

I shook my head, my own breath stuttering, “No, Eddie. We do not think you’re crazy.”

“Look, don’t bullshit me, Olivia! I know how this sounds!”

Steve’s grip on me tightening a little, my own tightening to let him know it was okay and that I had it handled.

“We’re not bullshitting you, Eddie. We believe you.”

Eddie let out the breath he was holding before Dustin said, “Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take.”

Eddie blinked, nodding his slightly, saying, “Okay.”

“You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed? Well, they’re not way off.”

“There’s another world,” I added. “A world hidden beneath Hawkins, and sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie wondered.

“There are some things… worse than ghosts,” Max said.

“These monsters from this other world, we thought they were gone,” Dustin said. “But they’ve come back before, and that’s why we needed to find you.”

“If they’re back again,” Max said. “We need to know.”

“That night,” Robin wondered. “Did you see anything?”

“Dark particles, maybe?” Eddie shook his head, telling us no with just the movement.

“It would almost look like dust swirling around,” I said.

“No, Liv,” Eddie said. “There was nothing you could see or, uh… or touch.” He was quiet for a minute before he said, “Ya’know, I tried to wake her, Liv. She couldn’t move. It’s like she was–she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell,” Dustin said.

“A curse.”

“Vecna’s curse.”

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asked.

I placed my right hand on his chest, looking up at him as Dustin and I said, “An undead creature of great power.”

“A spell caster,” Eddie said.

“A dark wizard,” Dustin added.

Well, folks… here we go again.

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Second place goes to @mugloversonly who blacked out their card with Rescue | Steddie | G

Prompts: Sci-fi, shapeshifter, kelpie | 3443 | Summary: Captain Steve of the Starfleet vessel Loch Nora, responds to a distress signal from Commander Joyce of the Hawkins.

3rd to finish the bingo but with the most (10!!!) works is @ficsforfundota ! Here are their works from this week:

A Bedtime Story for June | Steddie | G

Prompt: Fairytale | Summary: Steve and Eddie's daughter June needs a bedtime story, so Steve comes up with a fairytale for her.

Fur and Tentacles | Buckingham | M

Prompts: Selkie, Tentacles, & cultural differences | Selkie Chrissy x Cecaelia Robin, eggpreg, tentacles

Conservation Efforts | Chrissy/Eddie/Steve/Billy | M

Prompts: Endangered Species and Tropics

The Shark's Prey | Metalsandwich | M

Prompts: Lost, predator | cw: biting, kidnapping, noncon, blood/injury, hurt no comfort | Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson | Summary: Steve though he was going to be eaten, instead two shark mers make it their misson to turn this mer into their new plaything

Congrats to @madaboutmunson who blacked out their bingo with A Pearl's Thread | Steddie | T

Prompts: Fashion/clothing, High Fantasy AU, Childhood Friends, First Kiss, Pearls | 27.7K | TW: Blood (minor), Body Injury (graze), Mention of loss of parent | Hurt/comfort, Happy Ending Guarantee | Summary: Two friends coming of age navigate their respective worlds as traditions, loyalties, and hidden truths begin to surface. Guided by the expectations of others, courage and the pull of something more, they must find a way to rediscover what was lost. A tale of magic, longing, and choices that change everything.

A perfect example of "work smart not hard": @machtaholic hit a bingo with the last two chapters of Syreni Liberavit! Congrats!

Syreni Liberavit chap 3 & chap 4 | Steddie | E

Prompt: Fashion/Clothing & Cave | Summary: Eddie Munson finds himself in New Orleans to Liberate a mermaid held captive and gets more than he bargains for from the rescue … or maybe just what he needs. wink

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7 prompts: @felixir-of-moths with The Cove | Eddie's Loot | Steddie | E

Prompts: anatomy lesson, trinkets, pirates, show | 7,425 | tw: blood and injury, violence | AU pirates, past Eddie/Gareth, strangers to lovers, human/monster romance, monsterfucker Eddie, Mermaid Steve, light angst, minor character death, gunshot wounds, telepathy, kink discovery | Summary: Something keeps stealing Eddie's well hidden loot, and today is really not the day to piss him off. Whoever is doing it better stops now before the twitchy pirate completely loses it.

7 prompts as well: @fuctacles with Untitled | Stayne | T

Prompts: Lighthouse, science, offering | 2.7k | lighthouse keeper Wayne, kid Eddie, mer!Steve

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Prompt: ship | Cecaelia Claudia Henderson

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[outsidermunson]

If there was ever a time to grow up and actually try to better his life, it was now with his girl by his side. He had already made a pretty big step when he graduated, which felt like quite the achievement after failing a year and struggling through it a second time. Uncle Wayne would definitely approve too, even if he might be a little sad to see Eddie finally spread his wings and leave the nest. A record store employee might not exactly be his dream job but it was a good start and being around music all day didn't sound so bad. "So what you're saying is that you're gonna try to get me fired day one? Is that it?" A teasing smirk crosses his lips, tone light and playful as he responds to her suggestion of them possibly working together. The idea is definitely an enticing one and he wouldn't be opposed to it, even if some work might get neglected here and there.

Eddie scrunches his nose at the mere thought of working in a Country Club, even if he knew right away the suggestion wasn't meant for him. It was a part of her world that he had been subjected to from time-to-time whenever he would accompany her to some function or other and he just found a lot of the people to be unpleasant and highly entitled. Personal feelings aside though, he was supportive in whatever she wanted to do. "That's not a bad idea for you. Did you like working there?" Because that was really the most important thing to him: that she was happy and comfortable in that work environment. "An additional suggestion if I may... I think you'd make the cutest little waitress. Like at a diner or something. You're very personable so I bet you'd make some great tips." No big decisions needed to made right now, of course. They still had a ways to go before the summer came back around but it was good to have some ideas lined up.

Eddie acknowledges her initial point with a thoughtful tilt of his head because this change would allow them a lot more time to be available for one another and their respective interests. That was hard to do at the moment with the distance, although they did always try to put in the effort to be there for each other. However, he can't help the laugh that follows soon after when she shamelessly brings up the actual best change, which would definitely be the amount of sex they could have in their own space. It's not like they lacked for it now but it was certainly more difficult with both the distance and neither one having their own place unless they counted his van. "You are absolutely insatiable, m'lady," he teases with another laugh as if he were not the exact same and possibly even worse when it came to his sexual appetite for her. "It was the first thought, actually. The second being how much less sleep we'll both be getting with all the sex that'll be happening. I guess we'd better invest in a nice sturdy bed."

It always surprised her that Eddie’s appearance wasn’t socially acceptable, especially when she never found anything wrong with how he looked and presented himself. “Those are really good choices, Eddie.” Chrissy was well aware of his dream to get the band out of Gareth’s garage and the town’s bar, into more well known venues. “Either one could really jumpstart your ultimate career.” He was definitely passionate, and it was something that she absolutely loved about him. Among so many other things. “Maybe I could work with you…” Absolutely terrible idea, considering they probably wouldn’t get much work done during slow business hours, but there was something about a record store job that she wouldn’t mind. It was a place for everyone, really. “There’s always the Country Club, too. For me, of course.” She laughed, just in case he started to panic in thinking she would put him through that hell. “I mainly do seasonal work, but I think I’ve gathered enough work experience to get a more permanent position there.” Because the professional cheerleading career wouldn’t happen until after college and only if she was even selected.

Either way, she feels really good about where they are starting off and the new chapter to their relationship. It was always natural for them to talk about anything and everything as it was, but this was the first time they ever openly spoke about their future together and just how serious they were about each other. She definitely understood his meaning about it being scary in a good way, because they wouldn’t be living with their guardians anymore who took up most of the expenses. Responsibilities would now be something they would handle after finding a place and moving in. On top of that, they would have to show up to their jobs, while keeping his band time and her studies afloat. It was enough to overwhelm anyone and she loved that he was honest about the fear.

“Mm.” She hummed in approval, feeling the warmth of his brief kiss settle her nerves, kissing him back just as lovingly with a sigh of content following. “The best change. We’ll have more moments like this. And, we can be there for each other for everything without having to miss too much.” He couldn’t always be there for every game that she and the rest of the squad cheered for, and she missed out on his band performances along with D&D sessions. Though, they always tried to make up for lost time as much as they could, it wasn’t as easy like it had been during the summer months and holiday breaks. “More sex, too.” She says it so seriously in a way that made it so casual and innocent, but the little smile she gave him then was anything but. “What? I couldn’t be the only one thinking that!”

[trashmouth-richie]

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a spooky tale of the night things went bump in Hawkins, the aftermath and how things had been affecting your boyfriend, Eddie months before you both were on the run.

tw: possession, ptsd, nightmares, drug use, cheating, vecna lives, mean!evil!Chrissy , mean!Eddie, a sprinkle of Steve and Dustin! yay we love them. Mike wheeler, ew! This runs the same course as season 4, I just thought it would be cool to see Eddie’s life before spring break of ‘86 and what it would be like if he had a girlfriend, you baby— that’s you!

eddie x fem! reader

“No, no!” 

  He could feel the razor sharp teeth sinking into his flesh, gouging his sides like butter under a hot knife. It was all too real. 

  It always was. 

  The nightmares presented around the anniversary of that day. The day you almost lost him. 

  You did what you always had, holding him close to your own body, pressing your lips to the plains of his shoulder blades, running the pads of your fingers over the pink marred scars delicately to remind him it was just a nightmare. 

  That he was safe with you.

  You weren’t around when it happened. he didn’t want you down there, instead your position was right side up with erica and Lucas at the Creel House. 

  “I’ll be fine,” He had teased, rolling his eyes as you fretted and pouted that you couldn’t go with him. He kissed the knuckles of your right hand, those infamous dimples dipped into his cheeks, “I’ll be right back.”

  Only he wasn’t right back.

  He was choking on his own blood when Steve hoisted him through the gate into the disheveled remnants of the Munson trailer. 

  A day burned into your memory. A day he still suffered from. No matter the amount of medications he was on to help numb the nightmares. 

  “It's okay Eddie,” you whispered softly into his skin, “you’re here with me,” 

  His shoulders begin to release the tension he was holding, fist gripped hands softened as much as the guitar calluses would allow. 

  He shifted his weight to his other hip, facing you. His puffy eyes moved erratically trying to gain security in your face as you smiled softly at him. 

  His hand presses to your chest to feel your heartbeat trying to mimic his breathing to yours. He’s warm, sweaty and hair a nest around his face.

  He would take it all back if he could— selling to that bitch Chrissy to make a quick buck. Running and hiding at Rick’s. Dodging your phone calls because you had been in another fight about whether or not he could just move hellfire so Lucas would be there, and why he was selling to Chrissy.  

  Moves and counter moves. And those 4 days, Eddie had made the worst ones. 

  “‘m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry.” 

  Years had passed and it still felt like it was yesterday. The red lightning striking behind his eyelids every night before he went to sleep, a reminder of the world that crawled with demons and creatures beneath his feet, just aching for another gate to open and make the two worlds collide. 

  The embarrassment hung heavy on his features, tinging his marble cheeks pink, a silvery tear fell from his grove of lashes. 

  Guilt riddled through him from those days, and the months leading up to it, he had no idea what was happening.

  He promised Steve and the others that he wasn’t a hero, then cut the sheet and rammed through the door to give them all time.

  Scoffed and told you he’d be fine then ended up laying in a puddle of his own blood, Dustin screaming for him to stay awake. 

  Swore to Wayne that he would graduate that year, but ended up hospital bound for months and missed graduation again.

  Flashes of your face, your eyes, the sweet nectar of your lips played through his mind. Your voice was the only thing he heard, maybe it was the loss of blood that numbed him, he wasn’t sure. But one thing remained, your voice was the only thing he could hear.

“Ed please, please let me come with. I wanna be with you.” 

  Your relationship was hanging on by threads in March of ‘86. He had loved you for years, knew every single freckle and imperfection on your skin. He loved the way you had shown up to every concert cheering for them when the bar was silent and empty. He had been the one to teach you a little about cars when you sat on the ground beside him watching as he cranked a wrench this way or that. He knew the spots to kiss below your ear to summon the pretty noises, just for him. 

  You were the love of his life, and he was yours. Two outcasts finding each other and sticking like glue. 

  But the past year had been hard on him, he was back in school again, super senior times two, and he fell deep into the facade the town had molded him into. He was angry, feeling the weight of the heavy chip on his shoulder, the pounding ache in his skull.

  It wasn’t your fault, but somehow you were the easiest to push away. 

  He became mean, became everything they thought he was, leaning into his reputation. And as much as he fooled the others you knew that wasn’t the Eddie you had fallen for. 

  The Eddie you knew was sweet. And not just a nice guy but affectionate in ways you didn’t know anyone could be. 

  He’d open doors for you, carry your books to class, pick you up before school and drop you off every day, even on days you worked at the bar wiping slimy tables, he’d wait for you shift to be over, tipping and whistling when you walked away, letting the whole bar know you were his girl. 

  He wrote mushy songs about his love for you that would make the rest of the band gag. Promising you the moon and the stars while laying out on the top of his van, Eddie was wrapped around your finger, just as much as you were around his. 

  November was the month she had left, and it was always tough for him, but that year it ate at him. The pain from abandonment spread like wicked vines in his chest and he lashed out at anyone who crossed him. 

  It hurt when he started picking fights, bickering over what songs you played in your car, tossing the tapes out the window, laughing when you got mad. It hurt worse when he ignored you all together, heated fights ending with him unplugging his phone from the wall jack, not wanting to hear your pleas. 

  He stopped calling, stopped staying for your shift at the bar, claiming he had something else to do. DnD and weed became his only escape, usually finding solace in your arms, your kisses, but he had outgrown them, outgrown you. 

  That day was the same as any other Friday. 

  He had picked you up for school, wearing his hellfire shirt and greeting you with a sleepy smile and a morning cigarette, one he had inhaled and held while he pressed his lips to yours, only breaking away and pushing the smoke from his lungs and into yours when they were screaming. 

  “You look pretty, who’s the lucky guy?”

  It was a running joke between you, but somehow the joke fell flat when it was rumored that Chrissy Cunningham was seeking him out. 

  you blew the smoke between your lips and settled into the velour seats of his van, “oh just some curly haired metal guy, always wears the old leather jacket we found in Indianapolis three years ago, super good lookin’ kind of a dick, lately.” 

  He scrubs his hands down his face, “c’mon babe don’t start this shit again.” 

  You were still hurting from your argument last night, he just couldn’t understand how it was a big deal that Chrissy seeked him out to do special k with her, at his trailer, alone. 

  “I’m not starting anything, I just think her intentions are more than getting high.” 

  “It’s an easy sixty bucks, triple what it’s worth— I’d be stupid to turn it down.” 

  “Or just stupid to do it.” 

  The two of you had argued for hours over this, ending the phone call with a slam into the receiver on Eddie’s end. And tear stained pillows on yours. 

  Crazy to think now how that was what was killing you, your boyfriend who was pushing you away. 

  You were so naive, then. Not knowing that within a day's time, Chrissy would be found dead in Eddie’s trailer and he would be missing. And whatever her intentions truly were wouldn’t matter. 

  “No need to apologize,” you whispered into the dark, fingers moving his bangs from his face. 

  He pulled away, reaching for the lamp on his side table and pulling his knees to his chest. “Thought I was past this shit.” 

  “Your doctor said the possibility of them coming back is higher than them leav—”

  “I know—” he barked, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye, “sorry, fuck I’m tired of it— it’s been six years!” 

-

After Hellfire was over, Eddie paid Mike to make sure you got home safe, which led to you throwing the velvet bag of dice at his chest, demanding answers. 

  “So I’m not allowed to be at your place when she’s there?!” your finger nails dug into your jeans as your hands pressed into your hips. 

  “Oh here we go—“ Eddie breathed out annoyed, “it’ll take a half hour, tops.”

  “so since it won’t be that long it shouldn’t be a problem for me to be there when Chrissy and her skanky ponytail show up, right?” 

  “Well, I’m driving her there.” 

  You almost laughed in his face at his hurtful joke, but when he peered down at you, you knew his dimples wouldn’t show up and he’d tickle your sides kissing you frantically and laughing. 

  He was serious. 

  Driving that cheap tramp to his place, making a sale, doing k and then what? You could see the web she was stringing along, and you knew he did too. He was just playing dumb. 

  “.. wow munson, (a name you only called him when you were mad) hope she swallows.” 

  Rolling his eyes he muttered, “Jesus Christ sweet—” 

  “Don’t sweetheart me!” You said shoving his chest with all your might, he didn’t even tip back onto his heels. “You can use the sixty dollars to pay for your new script when you catch something.” 

  “Grow up, it’s not like that,” he grumbled, blowing you off and walking away from you. 

  “Really?” You chirped, following him to the back of his van, “tell me what it is like then, because last time I checked- I didn’t have guys over at my house without you.”

  “It’s just a sale,” he gritted through his teeth, slamming the back of the van door, “don’t fucking pretend like you weren’t doing the same shit before we started fucking.”

  That was exactly your point. And the fact that he could say it and not even bat an eye or see what her intentions were was fucking insane. 

  Your tongue pressed into your cheek and you ripped his guitar pick necklace from your neck, and threw it as his reeboks, “fuck you.”

  Stomping over to Nancy Wheeler’s station wagon, you hopped in the passenger seat. 

  “Drive Wheeler.”

  “Huh?” Mike said confused and nervous that he was the one to drive you home. 

  “Fucking drive!” 

-

  Whatever could have or would have happened between Chrissy and Eddie never did, she was dead within ten minutes of being at the trailer. 

  And Eddie fled, making a pit stop to grab the only thing important to him, the only one who would believe him, you. 

  You had never seen him like that before. His eyes were wider than they ever were. At first you thought he was fucked up on some bad shit, maybe Chrissy convinced him to do some coke or even worse. 

  “Aww the princess wouldn’t put out?.” You seethed before attempting to slam the door in his face, he caught it with a thick hand and shoved his way in. 

  His face was ghost-white pale, eyes wide and scary like he was a little kid and witnessed a true monster lurking beneath his bed. 

  “Shut up, we have to— c’mon,” he grabbed your wrist and drug you up the stairs to your bedroom, once there he began opening up your drawers and tossing clothes onto your bed. 

  “What the hell are you doing?” you protested, trying to stop him from ripping your entire room apart. 

  “I can’t,” and this was the first time you saw your boyfriend break, he was always strong, holding you when your own mom left with her many boyfriends, brushing your tears away at the end of a sad movie, but here he was, tears stinging his eyes, crying while he held a combination of his clothes that you kept in your dresser and yours. “…can’t explain— right now, please baby, fuck please! Help me!” 

  you did as you were told, opting to ask questions later, you nearly tripped down the stairs with how hard Eddie was dragging you behind him, he stopped in the kitchen and grabbed the first food items he could think of, and thirty seconds later you were in his van, watching him wipe tears from his eyes as he sped through town. 

—

He had never told you the most frightening part of his nightmare, and it wasn’t the bats or vecna or the way he felt like he was suffocating. Or Chrissy’s body snapping like a fucking twig under a bears claw, it was worse than all of that. 

  “It’s the same thing over and over again,” Eddie said between puffs of a cigarette, your warm hand rubbing his back like you always did on bed nights,  “I’m lying there almost dead, and I can see Henderson, feel the bats teeth, but…”

  “It’s okay Eddie, it was traumatizing— but you’ve come a long way, and I’m so proud of you.”

  The truth is what scared him the most. 

-

  “You’re scaring me Eddie,”

  “Yeah- well I’m pretty fucking scared right now too, I have no idea what I— fuck I’m losing my mind.” 

  His foot was pressed flush with the floor, no time for stop signs. 

  “Just tell me what happened so I can help!” you yelled, unable to calm yourself out of fright.

   He turned to look at you and you swore he aged 10 years, “She’s fucking dead, I don’t know how, I don’t know why. She flung into the air like a fucking squirrel or some shit and then she- she, and then she snapped.” 

  “She snapped? Like she went crazy? Like a witch?”

  “What? No, not like a witch! She snapped like her bones fucking snapped and then she fell to the ground and she was— dead.” 

  “Jesus.” 

  “We need to hide, it won’t take very long for someone to notice there’s a dead bitch in my living room.”

  —  

  “You were right.” 

  “What?”

  “She— Chrissy, she wasn’t there that night to buy from me. I didn’t, I swear to you, I had no idea.” 

  “It was so long ago Eddie, it doesn't matter now.” 

  “It does..”

  -

  “I wanna be with you.” 

  Running from the cops, finding out about the upside down and helping your new found friends discover vecna and his curse still couldn’t stop you and Eddie from bickering. 

  He was pissed that you had dove in the water after Robin and Nancy, even more pissed when you resurfaced and found you helping Nancy wrap up a badly bleeding Steve. 

  You were mad that he ate all the honey comb back at Rick’s before you even woke up, leaving you with a rumbling stomach and a growing hatred for him. 

  And worst of all, you were still upset that you were both in this mess. Imagine if he had just listened to you and Chrissy would have died at her own house or better yet at Jason’s. You and Eddie wouldn’t be reeking like an ogre’s armpits and your socks and underwear wouldn’t be soggy.

  And now he didn’t even want you with him.

  “I’ll be fine,” he said with an eyeroll, his chin dipping into the green vest, “I’ll be right back.” 

  -

  Chrissy didn’t come over for drugs, the minute her door slammed in the van she was all over him, rubbing his thigh and walking her nails up his chest. 

  It felt good to be wanted by someone else. He wouldn’t deny it. He felt like you were his past and he wanted something new, something… more. 

  Someone like Chrissy Cunningham. 

  She wasn’t prettier than you were, but she was cute, and he had a crush on her for as long as he could remember. 

  Plus, her boyfriend was the biggest asshole in all of Hawkins High so how great would it be to find out his girlfriend was cheating on him with the freak? 

  He thought of you.

  His girl.

  Your smile, your witty little jokes, the way your curves felt in his hands, how you were the first girl to actually give a shit about him. 

  He loved you, goddamn he fucking loved you. 

  He started second guessing everything that was happening. Suddenly Chrissy’s nails felt like talons and her perfume smelled like rancid rotting fruit, he pushed her away in disgust, and her eyes flickered a sinister shade of milky blue. 

  But before anything could happen, before her lips could even touch his, and before he could tell her to get out and find another way home, she was dead. 

  —

Blood was fountaining from his mouth, he made Dustin promise to take care of the others. And before Dustin could beg him to stay, he heard your voice. Pretty and musical, 

  Eddie bear. 

  You had called to him like an angel. 

  My sweet sweet Eddie, how fucking dumb are you? 

  He couldn’t get away from it, he tried to focus on Dustin’s voice but it was no use. 

  I’m glad you’re dying, you worthless fuck. Now you can lie with that whore, forever. 

—

  “I— I know it was Vecna, but it— fuck baby it’s your voice.” 

  You didn’t cry easily, not anymore. But the tears hit the tops of Eddie’s bare shoulder before you can catch them. And you sob into his neck. 

  “I love you, sweet girl— I’m sorry I’m so sorry.” 

  It wasn’t a secret how much you didn’t like Chrissy, even now when she’s been buried for years you still couldn’t forgive her. 

  You had heard what her plans were when you were stacking paint supplies for Ms. Greenly in the supply closet earlier that week. Her locker was right next tk the closet door snd you could hear everything she was saying. 

   She was talking to Carol about her plans of seducing Eddie, how he had become so hot this past year, how Jason wasn’t filling her needs anymore. But maybe if she got under some trailer trash like Eddie— it would help her appreciate how good she had it. 

  She had just wanted to use him for her own benefit, using the fact that he had liked her years before to win him over. 

  “Plus,” she added, “have you seen the dog he’s dating? Barf.” 

  You may pried open her locker after that, and you might have poured red paint on her Pom poms. But it wasn’t anything she didn’t deserve. 

  Eddie never told you about what he heard when he was fighting for his life that night. 

-

  You had cried so hard when Steve rolled up to the creel house and hollered for you to get in, Eddie was sprawled in the back nearly dead. You jumped in beside him, holding his head in your hands and asking a frantic Dustin what had happened. 

  The rest of the days were a blur. Eddie was stable but in extreme amounts of pain. Feeling guilty that he was the one to come back and Max was still in a coma, bones shattered like Chrissy’s were. 

  You rarely left, visiting every hour you could and sharing Eddie’s hospital bed. 

  “I’m sorry baby, I’m so fucking sorry,” he repeated it almost every hour, you thought it was for him almost dying and refusing to let you come with, but now you understood. 

Six years has passed and you both left Hawkins the week after he was cleared from the hospital. Both unable to stomach the idea of staying in a town that quite frankly was formed on the hubs of hell. 

  Hawkins was your home, but it was filled with toxic memories. Ones that you and Eddie had put behind you, ones that never got brought up. 

  You were in love again, no longer fighting, promising to be together until you were both old and gray. Eddie was the same boy you fell in love with in the band room years before, sweet as can be. Your hero. 

  And maybe it was Vecna’s curse brewing that wedged between you and Eddie to begin with. Vecna saw that he was valuable, much more use to him as a leader among an army of the undead than just an undead soldier. 

  That was Will’s theory at least, explaining why Eddie was distancing himself, why his head hurt all the time why he became so mean and vile, and why he was driving you away. 

  Vecna acted through Chrissy, taunting and teasing him, coming into his dreams and promising him power, riches, and companionship. 

  The nightmares were like a ticking clock, acting on the same four chimes as Vecna worked, four nights of hell for not obeying his orders, for not joining him. 

  For now, he waited in the shadows. He’d wait for however long it took. Waiting for his right hand Kas, to return. 

[dark-roleplay-finder]

🐍🕊️

Hi everyone! My name is Amber and I’m 18 years old. My pronouns are she/her and it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these but I’ve rewatched all the Harry Potter movies and I’m kinda obsessed all over again. So long story short I’m just looking for some fellow Harry Potter roleplayers! I’m just craving to write pls someone😭😩 I’ve got so many ideas in my head and they won’t go away ahhaha.

I write on discord and I usually go past/ up to the 2,000 word limit on there! I’m detailed and add characterisation and detail to all the characters I play. I can play multiple characters and I’m comfortable with almost everything! I like writing smut but it’s not necessary, and I prefer dark themes but I also love fluff, angst ect ect. I love talking about our characters and sending things that make us think about our characters back and forth. I’m Oc friendly and love Oc x cc! I only double up as I am able to write more that way and the rp doesn’t die out that way. I also love having multiple threads but it’s not necessary!! Other things I absolutely love are stranger things, Harry styles, don’t worry darling, fresh, marvel and so many other things! Those are also the other fandoms I’m willing to do but there are more so feel free to ask if you want! I’d also love for someone to play draco for me but I’d also be willing to play draco for you too!

Here are the fandoms I do and the characters I’m comfortable with playing- they’ll be in bold and the ones I’m most interested in playing will have a star next to them:

Harry Potter: Fred Weasley*, George Weasley*, Cedric diggory*, Tom riddle*, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, ginny Weasley, Hermione granger, Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix, neville longbottom, Seamus and many more!

Marvel: Tony stark, Steve Rogers*, Bucky barnes*, the winter soldier* Clint, Bruce banner, Thor, Loki*, Peter Parker, Wanda, Natasha and many more!

Stranger things: Henry creel/001, Vecna*, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson*, Billy Hargrove*, Nancy wheeler, Mike wheeler, will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Jason carver, Chrissy Cunningham, eleven, argyle, Jonathan Byers, Jim hopper and lots more!

Don’t worry darling: Jack chambers, Frank, Alice

Fresh: Steve, noa

The walking dead: Rick grimes, Shane Walsh, Carl grimes, Negan, Dwight, Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, Beth and tons more!

I also do celebs and everything! If any of this interests you feel free to like this post and I’ll get back to you!! Thank you so much!(:

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

[pretty-batty]

The Shoe

Eddie x Original Female Character Pt 6 of Eldath's Priestess 2431 Words

Warnings: Reefer Rick slander, not canon compliant, causal racism from Chrissy's mom. Bi Eddie. Jealousy, intrusive thoughts, rumination, body image issues, hurt/comfort. Now on ao3 Thank you again to @anakinkshamer! My beta reader and bestie.

Summary: An unbearable question threatens our lovers' great reunion.

Having Eddie back in her life was like a dream. Waking up to him beside her, the sun streaming through the curtains and forming a halo around his deep brown curls. The sweetness of his sleeping smile was only lessened by Judy’s desire to get up. As, just as he used to, Eddie’s sleeping body had boxed her in.

She sighed, sitting up and stirring from the bed. They had to wash a lot of sheets the past few days. Of course, that was only when they connected in bed. They worshiped each other everywhere and found any way to give each other pleasure. Even if it was through a touch over clothes.

But Judy saw the filth in his stitches, the irritation of his skin around it. They weren’t even surgical, just doubled up embroidery thread. They needed to be changed. Margie called in an order shortly after Eddie entered their home again. For surgical silk thread, isopropyl alcohol, surgical steel needles. Wayne was well-versed in stitching up skin. Not being able to afford healthcare for generations did a lot for practical wound care.

Judy attempted to crawl out of bed from the foot, only to be nabbed by two loving arms and dragged back to her pillows.

“Nooo.” Came a deep whine, but Judy continued to wriggle out of his embrace, “nooo.”

“Eddie, I got stuff to do.” She smiled, kissing returning each sleepy kiss from his lips. “Gotta pick up that stuff from the drug store, take care of your stitches.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, dragon-man. Maybe eat some food, shower, figure out how to brush your teeth correctly, trim your claws.” She smiled as she listed each thing, tracing her finger over his nose. Eddie did the same, his dark talon running along the slope of her nose. She wasn’t wrong, his claw began to hook over now.

“Do I need like…dog nail clippers? Maybe what they use for horses?”

“They’re called nippers.” She slowly crawled her way out of his arms, not knowing how exhausted she was until her feet graced the floor.

“Sure.” He groaned, finally sitting up and stretching. Judy gazed at his body and smiled. “Like what you see, Buttercup?”

“Always.” She finally stood up, rolling her head from right to left, crackling each time. “Pass my slippers and glasses, please.”

Eddie did so, allowing her to shuffle with protected feet and clear eyes to the side of the bed, giving him another kiss. She hummed, “stinky breath.”

“Look who’s talking.”

Another kiss, and the couple got ready for the day together, taking turns in the shower. One sitting on the toilet seat lid. Eddie first, then Judy.

As Judy showered, she’d catch a glimpse of Eddie’s face. Biting and pursing his lips, trying to make seductive faces in the silliest way. Anything to get Judy to smile at him again, to giggle and snort at him, to make him feel real. And she gave him what he longed for, flicking some water at him through the gap in the curtain.

But all morning fun must come to an end, and a clothed Judy left the house. Her hair blown dry, the volume returning but contained, makeup on but moderate to make her look as if there were nothing there. She had to hide her joy, but it was impossible to conceal it completely.

That was until she reached the drugstore, no longer in her car, standing and looking at the first aid supplies.

“Well, if it ain’t Judy Sondheim.” The voice was thick with grit, the accent faked in an attempt to sound less threatening.

“And if it ain’t Reefer Rick,” she answered, “still selling weed to minors?”

“Well, I had someone doing that for me.” He sighed, “if only I had been there to protect him, but I still had time on my sentence.” His hand rested heavy on Judy’s shoulder, unwanted, scratchy. “How y’all holding up?”

Judy tried to pull back her venom, “ya know…hanging in there.”

“Yeah,” he sucked his teeth, “he uh…was a good kid.” A somber nod.

More angst poured against her teeth. Weed and shrooms, less hard drugs, those were never a problem. But Rick always had more. His pockets were always deeper. Always ready to make a sale. He would always go harder if you needed to. If not shrooms then acid, dmt, pcp, if not weed then prescription drugs, Xanax, Oxycodone, Ketamine…Heroin.

Judy cocked back her venom in her mouth, “Which he? Eddie or my brother?”

Rick simply froze, giving a pat on her shoulder before turning to leave the aisle. “Good to see you again, Judy.”

After her trip to the drugstore, she caught a glimpse of the remembrance wall. Chrissy’s picture was the largest. Her place of death was no longer visitable, so her mother set up one in the most accessed area in Hawkins. She allowed others to place their photos, missing loved ones, faces of the dead, but Chrissy’s was going to be the largest.

Judy often wondered if it was something her daughter would have wanted. She remembered when Chrissy and her mother visited the record store the spring before Judy left.

Chrissy was such a mousy little thing around this grim woman, with that perm and gritted smile. She remembered watching Chrissy linger in the rock section. Classic rock, mind you, nothing too hardcore. Her mother was thumbing through Doris Day. Judy simply waited for them to make their purchase.

“Excuse me, miss?” The woman said, “yes I’d like to know if you have any recent music from the classics?”

“Sadly, many of the crooners haven’t put out music since the seventies. Any time someone asks for new music from the genre, I point them to Lionel Richie.”

“Isn’t he” her voice tapered to a hiss, but still with a jovial smile, “colored?”

Judy tried to contain her desire to roll her eyes, make a bitter statement about how he was a freemason as well. But if the woman was this bigoted, she might take that and run with it.

Judy simply said, “You are unlikely to find anyone who produces the same sound you’re looking for who isn’t Black, ma’am.”

“You don’t need to be rude about it.” The woman commented, “is there anyone else more helpful?”

“No, ma’am, just me.” Judy didn’t realize that her sharp tongue would alienate yet another customer, sending the woman to the arms of the Star Court mall and their record store that was twice a big and had a wider selection than Judy could ever dream.

And as Mrs. Cunningham wished her a pointed good day, sweet little Chrissy followed. So different from the bubbly teenager Judy had seen her senior year. Time was beginning to weigh on Chrissy, and her mother’s constant hammering voice was forming her into something palatable. Something Chrissy, herself, did not wish for, but did not fight back.

Two years later, she saw that finished product in that photo. Too thin, forced smile, eyes glossed over and empty, cheer uniform fit to chafing.

So why in the Hell was she in Eddie’s trailer?

There was no way he’d harm her, but why was she there in the first place? Why would she die and implicate him by her presence? What the fuck was Cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham doing in Judy’s boyfriend’s home?

They were probably fucking.

Judy slammed that door shut in her mind.

Hell no, Eddie wouldn’t.

Chrissy may have been pretty, petite, primmed and perfect. She may have been present when Judy was 5 hours away. And she knew Eddie would forget about things he could not see.

But she was not Judy. Not in the slightest.

Chrissy was small. A lot of men liked smaller women, made them feeling bigger, more in control. And Judy was taller, heavier. Not petite. Not pretty. Everything about Chrissy was petite, her face was cute, even her nose like a pleasing whisp.

Not like Judy.

Hag face. Jew nose. Dark hair too quick to tangle itself. Wide thighs to ripple and wrinkle. Breast to smother and wrestle control of. Thick and soft, hard to lift and handle like a doll. Not thin, not small.

A lot of men loved that smallness. To control, to fetishize for some lust for power.

Maybe Eddie did too. Deep down, clamped in his chest, a hidden shame. With his taste in men there was no shame, but there was shame his secret love of petite, skinny, goyishe women.

And Judy spiraled in this fiction, in the walk to her parked car, in the drive back home, in pulling into the driveway.

Oh, she stewed on this fictitious narrative. Oh God, the guilt she felt while she stewed. She could be wrong. She hoped she was wrong. She was probably wrong.

But what was Chrissy Cunningham doing in Eddie’s trailer?

As Judy returned home, surgical silk and other medical necessities in a paper bag, that nagging pain didn’t stop. As she unloaded her horde onto the dining room table, the ache dropped into her feet, and filled her up to her gut.

I need to know.

So, as Eddie sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to get back, she approached him.

“Why was Chrissy Cunningham in your trailer?”

Nothing, he froze, eyes wide in a stare that burned a hole in the bedroom rug. His gaze grew wide and vacant.

“Why was she in your trailer, Eddie?” Judy asked again.

Eddie remained silent, eyes brimming with tears.

She waited for a moment before continuing. She had to know, the aching in her gut pressing into the matter further. “Were you going to fuck her, Eddie?”

He silently shook his head, hanging his head and hiding behind his curls.

Judy knelt down and peered into his eyes. “I want to trust you and leave it at that. But there was a dead cheerleader in your trailer. I know you didn’t kill her, baby, but why was she there in the first place?”

“She…” He sniffed, running his hands down his face, “she wanted drugs. Harder than weed. I agreed to sell her…” His breaths became more erratic, realizing that the truth was going to be more upsetting than the idea of cheating. “Ket…” He clamped his jaw shut, holding his jaw in his fist.

“Ketamine…” Judy whispered, voice breaking, “Rick had you selling ketamine?”

He looked up to see Judy’s gray gaze grow wet with tears.

“It wasn’t just ketamine either, was it?”

He shook his head again, sucking in a shaking breath before sighing, his knee bouncing neurotically. “PCP, Coke, Oxy, Xannies…”

Judy stood up, facing away from him, and waited for the shoe to drop, there was one last drug she knew he’d hide. And judging by his reluctance to finish his list, she did it for him. “Heroin.”

Eddie started rocking himself slightly. The fear of losing her, upsetting her, hurting her was overwhelming any control he had over his body. To Judy’s disappointment, he did not disagree, did not shoot the accusation down in disgust. And that nagging ache in her gut dispersed through her body, sending a cold shock along her skin.

“Rick said that it was the fastest way to make enough cash to get out of here.”

“Rick? Why would you trust a fucking thing Rick says? He’s the reason Joey is in the ground.”

“We don’t know tha-”

“Don’t.” Judy snapped, turning around and facing Eddie. Her face was hot. Her pale olive skin reddening with rage, “don’t you dare. He got Joe hooked. He was his main supplier. Refusing to sell to him was not an act of kindness or brotherly love, he just didn’t want to be held liable.”

Eddie immediately quieted. Judy continued, “if he actually cared about you, he wouldn’t have had you selling hard shit that could get you or Wayne jailed for possession. He just wanted to make sure his product got moved while he was locked away.”

“I thought…”

She shook her head, opened her door and walked to the bathroom. Before Eddie could catch up with her, she closed the door. She ran cold water in the sink, splashing it on her face to keep her from boiling over. Eddie’s weight shifted from one foot to the other, as he always did when he waited for her, then a gentle thump of his forehead against its wood.

His plea was muffled, overtaken by the sink. She turned the water off, allowing Eddie to repeat himself. “Please let me in.”

She finally spoke. “You made a promise. When you started working for Rick, you promised me that you wouldn’t sell hard shit. Not after Marty, and not after Joe.”

There was nothing Judy wanted more than to be held by Eddie, as she had been in every horrifying moment that she could remember. Her rage had subsided, and soon fizzled out when she heard him answer her.

“I know,” he whimpered, “I know I did Judy. I’m so sorry. Just…please…” His voice was lower, having sunk to his knees.

Judy felt cold. That itch in her veins reaching out in need of Eddie, a primal and senseless ache. It embarrassed her to feel it. She needed him to tell her everything was going to be okay. She needed to feel his fingers in her hair, his heartbeat beneath her ear. Finally, she opened the door, his face falling against her thigh. Sinking to her knees beside him, hands on the carpet of the hall, legs on the bathroom linoleum, she gazed at his red, puffy face.

They both were ugly criers.

“Baby girl,” he sniffed. Judy’s jaw clenched in bliss, eyes closing at the sweetness of his voice. “Please forgive me. I didn’t do it to hurt you. I was just stupid. I wanted more money, and I believed Rick when I shouldn’t have. I made a really bad choice.”

She leaned into his face, gently dragging her nose along his. Their foreheads pressed together. “I know.”

“I thought these ugly-ass limbs and mangled face were the worst of my punishment. But I couldn’t live with these consequences if it meant losing you.”

She leaned into his chest to Eddie’s relief. He scooted them to the adjacent wall, beside her bedroom door. Judy sat between his thighs, her legs beneath one of his, tucking her head beneath his chin. His arms closed around her, clutching her to him. “I just wish it never happened.” She whispered.

“Me too, Buttercup.”

Thank you for being patient. I appreciate the time you take to read this. I smile at every like I receive, kick my feet at every reblog. If you wish to be added to the tag list, please comment.

Tag list: @loserboysandlithium

[waltzingbees]

hello hello!!!! Im REALLY itching for a few certain threads on discord ! if you are interested : please like this post or dm me !!! I write 3+ paragraphs !

chrissy ( me ) x eddie. ( either an au where corroded coffin is actually famous and she's the innocent politician's daughter. Or where she survived ( broken and battered but lived ) and they ran away to California and struggling. We can plot more !! ) both these can have a corruption plot 🫣. a lot of fluff and a lot of smut !!

im also looking for some toxic valentino and angel dust ( me ). perhaps a human ! angel getting contracted to val ! we can plot more ! Lots of smut plz ! 🙏

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Steve with Eddie and Nancy while Nancy is with Steve and Robin and Eddie is also with Steve and Chrissy? Thoughts? Potentially queerplatonic Steve and Robin?

Very interesting for someone to ask me for my Stranger Things opinions when I haven't written a Stranger Things fic since ... September? October? of 2022.

But I'm chatty, and I love giving my opinions about things.

First of all - isn't 'queerplatonic' just code for 'gay besties' 'two homos (meaning any kind of LGBTQ persons) who are attached at the hip but do not fuck'? - I always ship platonic Stobin, I think they are literally the best soulmates ever. And as someone who is the captain of all poly ships, I think that two people can exist as a platonic thread in a poly relationship with other romantic and sexual connections (those connections acting through other members of the poly relationship).

I have several drafts (and it's a shame I haven't finished or posted one yet) where Steve and Robin end up in a poly relationship with a reader character, and they are both still 100% platonic toward each other. They just fall in love with and date the same girl and use their intuition for each other to love and support her in a very 'teamwork' kind of way.

As for the polycule? I love it. I am always down for that, I especially love versions where Argyle and Jonathan are there too. I love that meme with Nancy - "this is my boyfriend Jonathan, and this is Jonathan's boyfriend, Argyle". I also feel like Eddie and Argyle would be soulmates if they got a chance to meet (rip).

Also, while I am multiship, one of the only Stranger Things ships I don't like is Stancy. And I feel like Stancy only works if they are in a poly ship, because if they're not, they fall into such horribly heteronormative roles, and I fucking hate it. Nancy would never be a homemaker and have Steve's kids (it's what she resents her parents for, being so cookie-cutter, she would be a career driven woman and probably never have kids, or adopt kids and make someone else take care of them) - but it feels like that's the life Steve wants or thinks that he wants with her.

When they're in a poly relationship, they don't just fall into those roles, and it feels so much better. So - I love Stranger Things polycule. Also, I have a guilty pleasure of Eddie x Nancy, and I feel like the only way it would happen would be in a polycule lmao.

Also CHRISSY - Chrissy and Eddie are so cute, and I feel like Steve/Eddie/Chrissy would be such an interesting dynamic, because Chrissy probably thinks that Steve would be like another asshole jock on the surface, and getting to know that he's just a fucking dork would make it so much easier for her to shed her social mask, and ooomf I LOVE IT

Thank you for coming to my Stranger Things polycule (mini) Ted Talk

[chrissyxcunninghamx]

As Omegle has officially died now, I’m dying for new roleplay partners!

I love to roleplay with and against most canon characters, no ocs on either end please! I don’t really like to double, and I’m only comfortable playing the bottom/submissive/softer role. This is one of my biggest triggers sadly, so I’m not comfortable with playing the opposite role. Doubling is accepted if you’re willing to follow these guidelines in both roleplays! For the younger teens, keeping their canon ages or aged up is fine!

I use discord or tumblr dms preferably, might be able to do threads though! I’ve never done them so I’ll have a learning curve for them!

I’m willing to do most ships, and I don’t love platonic unless it’s a background ship.

Obviously I main as Chrissy Cunningham, but I’ll post some other ships I’d love to do below! Not a full list, and I adore rare pairs so feel free to suggest some! Absolutely can age up any of the younger teens as well if you prefer.

I’ve got some plot ideas we can use to start, but I’m super interested in creating one together! I prefer AU over canon/divergent plots. Toxic, problematic ships and plots are loved, so feel free to suggest them!

The characters I play best are Chrissy, Nancy, Max, Steve or Will. I may be willing to play others, they’re just the ones I’m experienced with! The characters on the left side of the ship below are the ones I’d play. Any ship that has a 💖 beside it means that I’d especially like to do them right now!

Ships!

Chrissy x Eddie 💖

Chrissy x Billy 💖

Chrissy x Jason 💖

Chrissy x Steve 💖

Chrissy x Mike 💖

Chrissy x Hopper

Chrissy x any male canon (preferably the older teens/adults)

Max x Billy 💖

Max x Mike

Max x Eddie 💖

Max x Steve 💖

Max x any male canon

Will x Billy 💖

Will x Eddie 💖

Will x Steve 💖

Will x Jonathon 💖

Will x Jason 💖

Will x Mike

Will x Hopper 💖

Will x any male canon

Nancy x Steve

Nancy x Billy 💖

Nancy x Eddie 💖

Nancy x Jason 💖

Steve x Billy 💖

Steve x Eddie

Steve x Nancy (strictly a top/femdom Nancy for this ship)

Steve x Hopper 💖

Steve x Jason 💖

[yummylavender-soap]

fic recs 💘✨

a little (massive) masterlist for me to keep track of the fics I love, and will always come back to for a re-read + TBR list at the bottom + multichapter & WiPs 🫧

~ if your work is tagged and you want it removed, please let me know! 🌶️ smut 🧸fluff ❤️‍🩹hurt/comfort 💔angst 🖤dark

Bucky Barnes

untitled one shot - @http-shield 🌶️ "Bucky's first time in around 100 years" you ain't my boyfriend and I ain't your girlfriend series - @witchywithwhiskey 🌶️🖤 15.8K [inc] "you're in a toxic situationship with bucky barnes, who's more possessive than he has any right to be."

My Own Soul's Warning series - @aquaticmercy 💔🧸 [inc] "You, an immortal being, falls in love with the very mortal Bucky Barnes. You would do anything for him, even if it meant you had to strike a deal with Death herself."

Mafia!Bucky Barnes

Mafia!Bucky masterlist - @angrythingstarlight 🌶️🧸 main masterlist

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Steve Rogers

What a World - @onsunnyside 🌶️ "S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that."

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Eddie Munson

This Summer Is The Apocalypse series - @rebelfell 🌶️💔 24.7K "A series of stream of consciousness type blurbs about a summer romance that was never meant to happen, and yet it did."

She's The Devil in Disguise - @letterstotheflre 🌶️ "tonight was supposed to be the night you finally fed, only somehow eddie munson manages to satiate your appetite without losing his life." jennifer's body au

Just a Taste - @chelseeebe 🌶️ If You're Gunna Hit Me (Baby, Hit Me Where It Hurts) - @edens-pen 🌶️🧸 7K "everything happens at once: eddie tells you he’s gonna be dealing to chrissy cunningham and you’re perfectly fine with it. then your old best friend comes to town, and eddie’s perfectly fine with it. nobody’s jealous and everyone’s okay." On The Outside series - @lesservillain 🌶️🧸💔 [inc] "When your 7th grade class is selected to participate in a prison pen pal program, you're unexpectedly thrust into the mix when the number of inmates is more than students in your class. After a bit of persuading, you take on a pen pal yourself. Little did you know that accepting that offer would change your life...for the better."

untitled one shot - @wroteclassicaly 🌶️🍋 untitled one shot - @mypoisonedvine 🌶️🍋 untitled one shot - @etherealxwitch 🌶️💦

untitled one shot - @billys-bitchh-deactivated202309 🌶️💦 untitled one shot - @eddiemunchem-deactivated2024111 🌶️📹

Mafia!Eddie Munson

Mafia!Eddie series - @oneforthemunny

Dad!Eddie Munson

As You Wish series - @corroded-hellfire 🌶️🧸❤️‍🩹💔 Part 1-10 82.5K "When Eddie isn’t appreciated like he should be, his babysitter feels the need to step in and comfort him."

Penny 'Verse series - @queenimmadolla "having found a family in your friends, Hawkins is no longer a sinkhole to you, so when you and Eddie discover you’re expecting, letting all your other plans go in favor of starting a family isn’t all that difficult."

PS!Eddie Munson PS!Eddie thread - @rebelfell 🌶️ + Rub One Out 🌶️ 2.8K + Reindeer Games 🌶️ 2.2K

PS!Eddie masterlist - @prettyboyeddiemunson 🌶️🧸

Rockstar!Eddie Munson

Rockstar!Eddie series - @carolmunson 💔🌶️ + 🌟 The King of the Ring Boxer!Steve series - @rustedhearts 💔🌶️ Ex Husband!Eddie Munson

Worth it - @yovrnewromantic 1.2K "eddie kidnaps your kids, charging kisses for ransom"

Untitled - @madelynraemunson 🌶️

Yours, Forever series - @chelseeebe

Vampire!Eddie Munson

You Could Kill Me (and You Should) - @rip-quizilla 🌶️🧛🏻‍♂️ 16K Vampire!Eddie Munson X Slayer!Reader

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Steve Harrington

Untitled one shot - @munson-blurbs 🌶️

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Emperor Geta

Dulcis Ut Rosa - @trashmouth-richie 🌶️ "brought to Palatine Hill as a gift from your village to the new Emperors— Caracalla claims you as his own, but Geta has his own plans for you when the moon crests into the sky."

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Ralph Penbury

Who's a good boy? - @mypoisonedvine 🌶️ part 2

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Captain Syverson

Duke Sy! series - @cruelfvkingsummer 💔❤️‍🩹🌶️

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Logan Howlett

Tooth & Nail - @eupheme 🌶️ 4K "Logan’s rut begins at a most inopportune time."

Messy - @silverskyeline 🌶️💦

Untitled - @thinkinonsense 🌶️ The Worst Logan - @coweye 🌶️💔 5.8K "You are the deceased-anchor-being-Logan's lover, having found yourself with Laura in the void, you navigate meeting the variant of the love of your life."

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TBR List 🍒✨

Eddie Munson

Daylight series - @abibliophobiaa 💔🌶️ 60K "You’ve never been one for love. Especially after your last round with it. Halloween rolls around and in comes Eddie Munson. He’s only in town for a couple days, you’re looking for no strings, and chances are you’ll never see him again anyway."

Ruined Expectations series - @gaybybirth 🌶️🧸💔 115K "When marriage season begins, you've just returned home from a grand graduation from finishing school. Expectations are high, a marriage and an heir must be produced as soon as possible, and an old friend doesn't seem interested in being a friend any longer. Being the good, obedient daughter that you are expected to be, you do what is asked of you and definitely do NOT get distracted by that old friend. Certainly not. Your childhood friend turned rake who only greets you with disrespect, disgust, and disinterest?"

Burning Yarrow series - @storiesbyrhi 💔🌶️ 93K "No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?"

Of Bone & Bloom series - @mykuup 🌶️🧸💔🌿✨ "By the time you stumbled into his domain, the creature had all but forgotten his original purpose. He was a shadow of his former self, driven by instinct and the remnants of a broken mind. But something about you—the way you moved, the fear in your eyes mixed with defiance—stirred something deep within him. A memory, perhaps, of what he had once been, and what he had lost." I'll Be Home For Christmas series - @eiightysixbaby 💔 "Christmas Eve of 1988 is the last time you saw Eddie, right before he left Hawkins for Chicago, escaping a town that he felt like an outcast in. Now, nearly a year later, Christmas is rapidly approaching again. You’re lost without him, and he’s miserable in the city. Can he right his wrongs and make it home to Hawkins for Christmas, or will everything come crashing down beneath him?"

Death Becomes Us series - @bettyfrommars 🌶️💔🖤🧛🏻‍♂️ 61.2K "Vampires are coming out of the Upside Down and going mainstream in Hawkins. Because of that, the town has become a bit of a tourist destination for people fascinated by vampire lore and the supernatural. Trying to outrun the dark secrets of your past, you decide to lay low in the small town and get a job at a human/vampire crossover bar called Main Vein. You are a recluse who drives a hearse; you have plenty of scars both internal and external. It's been 10 years since Eddie was turned, and the trailer park he lives in is nothing but vampires, that is, until you move in next door. Typical you: running from danger only to find it again." True Blood AU

Anywhere But Here series - @thefreakymunson 💔🧸 "You've taken on a new manager shift as the tour manager for a up and coming band named Corroded Coffin. What you didn't expect was a whirlwind of events to happen after that or for their lead singer to be so attractive."

The Devil I Know series - @fairyysoup 🌶️🌿 "To summon a demon at a crossroads, simply cast a circle, make an offering, and recite an incantation. What happens from that point on is subject to your desire... and the demon's."

Rockstar!Eddie series - @enam3l

Evil Woman, Don't You Play Games With Me series - @wheels-of-despair

Just Watch Me - @mediocredreams 🌶️🧸💔 [inc] "After a break-in at your home your father hires some additional personal security, much to your dismay."

Celebrity Skin - @cacoetheswriting 💔🌶️❤️‍🩹 [inc] "as corroded coffin frontman, eddie munson regards himself as perhaps the most important person in the 90s music scene. that is until he meets you — america's favourite starlet. things evolve pretty quickly from there."

Don't Stand So Close To Me - @word-wytch 💔🌶️ [inc] "Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem"

The Customer's Always Right - @lovebugism 💔🌶️ [inc] "eddie muson is a virgin and doesn't want anyone to know (because being an adult who's never fucked anyone is a total reputation ruiner). but you, his favorite customer, are more than willing to change that."

Own My Mind - @blackcorvette [inc] "1986. Hawkins, Indiana. It’s not your fault that you’re pulled into the messy secrets and hidden world of your small town. It’s not your fault that two of your new acquaintances seem to be fond of you, and not of each other."

Insatiable - @gaybybirth 🌶️ [inc]

Masterlist - @gaybybirth Masterlist - @fairyysoup Masterlist - @greengoblinswifey Masterlist - @hellfire--cult Masterlist - @trashmouth-richie Masterlist - @roanniom Masterlist - @munson-blurbs Masterlist - @seidenbros Masterlist - @queenimmadolla Masterlist - @alrightieaphroditie Masterlist - @decodedlvr Masterlist - @hellfirexhoe Masterlist - @manicpixiedreamcurl Masterlist - @prettyboyeddiemunson Masterlist - @carolmunson Masterlist - @eddiebun Masterlist - @inklore Masterlist - @bettyfrommars Masterlist - @babybluebex Masterlist one + two - @munsonsmixtapes Masterlist - @usedtobecooler (2022)

fic recs by @andvys fic recs by @strangermarvelss 💔

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Steve Harrington

All I Really Want Is You - @loveshotzz "In between summer days, when the sun barely touches the sky, when no one else is awake, you start to fall in love." older!neighbor!widower!steve

Petals for Armour - @maroon-cardigan 57.7K "you were never graceful enough to be a princess, always playing with bows and arrows, while your clumsy but sweet twin brother gregory picked flowers and studied plants outside the castle. childhood was good and gentle to you both until the threat of a war challenged your father, the king. now he must to do whatever it takes to protect your nation, even if that means training greg to go to war and become the heir the kingdom deserves, or marry you off to the future king of the neighbouring kingdom. prince steve always knew he would marry a princess, but he never thought his parents would choose such a rebellious, wild creature like you."

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Emperor Geta

Violent Hearts - @lonelysatellites [inc] "Used as a pawn in your father’s games, you are sent to Rome as a plaything for the Emperors to do with as they please."

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Bucky Barnes

Harmless series - @shurisneakers "Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with"

Masterlist of a Masterlist by @read-just-cant Masterlist - @brunchable Masterlist - @bonky-n-steeb

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Logan Howlett

fic recs by @lubdubology

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~ a categoric thank you to every author that has spent time writing these wonderful works 💗 ~

[rebelfell]

WIP WEEKEND

Late afternoon on Sunday is still the weekend, yeah? Thank you for the tag @the-unforgivenn, I def am glad for the motivation...

✨RULES✨

In a new thread, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

If the filename is one you can't share from, write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

5 WIPS:

♠️ Game Night (eddie x reader x chrissy)

☀️ TSITA (part V is part-ing finally)

🔥 "It was all so familiar..." (exes eddie x reader)

💧"Never have I ever..." (steve x reader)

🎄 Bells Will Be Ringing (steve x reader)

Snippet from💧under the cut, now I'm gonna go snoop…

Steve cleared his throat, bringing you crashing back to the moment. You blinked at him, inhaling sharply as you realized how long you’d been quietly studying the side of his face.

“So?” he asked. “What is it?”

You thought about that night at the lake again. The water so dark it was opaque, pale moonlight refracting off the rippling surface. Eddie’s hair in damp coils shiny as an oil slick, his inked skin glowing as you treaded water.

“I mean, it can be sexy,” you admitted. “But really, it just feels…nice.”

You chuckled softly at your own vagueness and then tried again when Steve’s brow furrowed and his eyes flashed with contempt.

“Sorry. It’s hard to describe. But it’s very…” you paused, searching for the word. “Freeing.”

“Freeing?” Steve echoed. His brow raised, his curiosity thoroughly piqued.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “You just feel…”

Weightless. Unencumbered. Unfettered, unrestrained—un-everything.

A hundred different words ran through your head, all of them accurate and yet none of them right. Words failed yet again and rather than trying to explain…you decided to show.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Steve asked, his eyes rounding as he stared.

“If you’re not taking advantage of this pool, I sure am,” you told him with another arch grin.

Steve’s mouth fell open as he watched you peel your dress off your body. The straps had already slipped down your shoulders as you reached for the zipper and dragged it downward.

The material parted like a flower blooming and you let it peel away, revealing your naked chest underneath and every inch of you that wasn’t covered by your lace panties.

His eyes followed your movements raptly, scanning over the expanse of your skin now bared to him. A field of smoothness and curves and dips and valleys his hands were itching to get ahold of. They lingered on more than a few places, and not even the ones you’d expect.

Your shoulders, for one. He admired the gentle slope of them, the way they led so elegantly to your neck and décolletage. It made Steve gulp audibly as you kicked away your dress and took a few careful steps backward, slipping your fingers beneath the elastic band of your underwear.

His eyes snapped back to your face and the challenging smirk on your lips. You felt like you could almost see him trying to convince himself to look away as you removed your final piece of covering. And he didn’t have but a second to admire the roundness of your ass before you were diving headfirst into the water.

[uglypastels]

i’m sorry this isn’t gonna be as long as my other comments after a chapter. i just moved and i’m still settling in and my brain is just barely cooperating with me after all that stress😭

u fucking had my ass with thinking eddie was going to die dude. like fully broke my heart when he told her to just accept him dying and it was going to be okay!! fuck that, u rly know how to go for my throat. i literally had to skip ahead and then go back cause i was so scared. but i loved the ending so much. i think i would have keeled over if we didn’t get a happy ending where eddie and reader sailed away together.

i loved that the rumors going around abt him in the fic paralleled the show, that was so good!

ugh and her bringing him food and rum and the joke abt it not being poisoned!!!

also the questions of the letter and what happened to make him hate the governor/the navy were so satisfyingly resolved. i really didn’t know how you were going to explain the letter without it feeling like there was a one that got away without her dying or smth but chrissy turning against him when he didn’t even do anything wrong and getting with carver was so genius.

the end of this fic was like 100x better than i could’ve ever imagined and it really shows how great of a writer you are. i’m so grateful that you shared this with the fandom<3

please, this is already so much thank you!! and if there are any other thoughts that come back to you, you can always pop into my inbox again :))

i will be honest, i had the strongest urge to really just x him off, but then yall would have come for my throat, and that thought is simply terrifying lmoa. but oh well, maybe one day I'll get the courage to just go for it.

and i am so glad that everything worked. because obviously i had tried to think this story through as much as i could, but having all the puzzles for myself ahead of time always made me think Oh what if I'm not making things connect as well as they should be and then the resolve would make no sense because all the threads i thought i tied together were all too loose haha, but yeah super happy that it did seem to work :))

[lunastar92]

[cocoabubbelle]

Whelp

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[love-toxin]

do NOT apologize for the rockstar!Eddie x reader x pop star!Chrissy I'm going FERAL!! Starstruck reader sandwiched between the two stars like 🥺

heh!!!!

you're so starstruck you don't even question the two of them trapping you between them in the tiny booth at the diner after the show, chrissy by the window with her manicured fingers threading through the ends of your hair, and eddie on your other side at the end so he can sprawl his legs out off to the side. the waitress says nothing either since she's too in awe of them herself, not even daring to tell eddie he can't smoke inside as he lights up a cigarette, nor even notices his hand on your knee under the table. they speak over you occasionally, their whispers going unheard save for the giggles that come after when they turn their attention back to you. you're shy enough that you have to point to what you want on the menu when she takes your orders, and the stars on either side of you coo and 'aww' at how cute it is, how cute you are. and when you fumble around in your wallet to make sure you've got enough to cover your food and drinks and tip, chrissy plucks it out of your hands and dangles it in front of your face.

"don't even think about it!" she says teasingly, before placing it back in your lap and tapping you on the lips with a slender, pretty finger. "you don't have to pay. we're your friends, so we'll cover it." and she winks, before digging around in the pocket of her sweater and pulling out a tube of lip gloss that she reapplies with a practiced hand. "right?"

that eager little nod is what seals your fate for real. the rest of the meal, chrissy talks animatedly and shares conversation even if it takes time for you to say much, her interest so visibly piqued when you open up and talk a little more about yourself. but eddie stays uncharacteristically quiet, simply eating with a soft hum of agreement when he's addressed, and setting his hand back on your thigh when he has a moment where both hands aren't occupied. at one point he rips a burp and blows it over your head at chrissy, who squeals and shrieks about how gross it is even though they're both smiling and breaking into laughter. other than that, though, he's practically mute--just clears his throat and shifts his hips in his seat whenever you turn those sweet, gentle eyes towards him, and hopes you won't notice the effect you're having on him that's rendering him unable to speak. not until the time is right, of course, which will definitely be somewhere you'll have a touch more privacy in.