#eddie muson/steve harrington

[bmodiwrites]

You've Begun To Feel Like Home

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: Y'all the idea to make Eddie and Steve childhood friends is a favorite of mine, so I decided to change it up and make the entire Fruity Four childhood friends, instead. If you like that dynamic, you're going to love this one! Word Count: ~14.5k Warnings: There are brief mentions of cancer, death, and addiction. Do what's best for you if any of that makes you feel a certain way! Summary:

Eddie is 6 years old when he first meets Steve; the boy is beautiful and covered in dripping chocolate ice cream. They're instant friends, spending the entirety of that summer together. When the end of their time together starts to draw near, Eddie comes up with a plan - to marry his best friend. It becomes a trend that Eddie and Steve dance around for more than 20 years of ups, downs, and tragedies. Read to find out what happens when a ring pop and a handful of fake marriages changes both of their lives.

Or - 5 times Eddie & Steve were fake married and the one time they finally get hitched (for real)!!

one.

When his mom first told Eddie about an entire summer in Hawkins with Uncle Wayne, he wasn’t all that excited by the prospect. At the fresh age of six, summer was the epitome of freedom and the small trailer his uncle lived in didn’t shout “fun time” like his parent’s trip to California did. Eddie loved his uncle but the beach his parents were talking about seemed pretty cool. Regardless of his feelings on the matter, Eddie was dropped off in Hawkins the day after school finished for the year, no argument or debate allowed.

After a thorough exploration of his new home for the next couple of months, Eddie was happy to see a TV in the corner with what looked to be a pretty decent stack of tapes to try. They also passed a park not too far from the trailer park on their way into town that Eddie couldn’t wait to check out. By the time his parents left, Eddie didn’t spare them a backwards glance or second thought – despite his initial distaste in the situation, Eddie was sure Wayne’s place for a few weeks wouldn’t be the worst way to pass the time.

That thought was further driven home by Wayne’s effort to entertain Eddie in his free hours between busy work shifts. They went to the park with great swings, the movies that served super fresh popcorn, even the ice cream parlor that had what seemed like a billion flavors. That was his favorite place in town so far – whenever he got the chance, Eddie asked to go to Paul’s Parlor for a double scoop of mint chocolate chip.

One such Tuesday afternoon, Eddie was surprised to see another kid his age there. Until that moment, Eddie was sure that Hawkins didn’t have other kids living in it. The park was always empty when Wayne took him. While Eddie was a professional at playing on his own, the prospect of having a friend had him wandering towards the boy with big brown hair scattered everywhere on his head and eyes the color of leaves changing in the fall. It didn’t hurt either that his shirt was Spider-Man red with the superhero emblazoned across the front.

Not really knowing how to approach, Eddie stayed a few feet behind the boy for a while, watching him with interest as he licked chocolate off of his hand. The cone he was holding was dripping brown streaks down his arms, making Eddie laugh despite himself. The biting technique the boy was using was silly and obviously ineffective. Eddie’s noisy outburst was enough for the boy to turn around with a defensive look on his face. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re supposed to eat ice cream, not wear it,” Eddie said, moving in closer to the boy now that contact had been made. He proved his point by bringing his cone up and swiftly licking around its edge, collecting the ice cream about to drip before it could fall. “I’m Eddie.” He stuck his hand out like Wayne did whenever he bumped into other adults worth his time. Eddie remembered Wayne called it etiquette.

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[infamoussarcasm]

Steddie Brainrot so real right now. All I want right now is an 80′s romcom style AU where the Fruity Four (maybe spicy six?) all work at some Bougie country club. It’s Nancy and Robin’s last couple months there as they are going off to college in the Fall but Steve and Eddie have no plans for college or any idea what they want to do so they plan on just continuing to work there. Steve knows that he’s going to be miserable once Robin leaves so with her encouragement he decides to try and get to know Eddie better that summer. Goofy shenanigans ensue, including drunken golf cart joyrides and skinny dipping and slowly but surely the boys fall in love.

[kennahjune]

Guys—

Eddie’s not weak, nor is he a twig.

Exhibit 1: he was able to YANK both Dustin and Mike out of their seats as if they were fucking hand bags.

Exhibit 2: he’s able to climb up a rope with NO support which uses SO MUCH core strength like bro I could never—

Exhibit 3: he’s in a band, he’s gonna do some heavy lifting and shit

Exhibit 4: when he tried to provoke Jason in that cafeteria scene, Jason fully just backs down

Exhibit 5: MANZ LITERALLY THREW STEVE AGAINST THE WALL

So allow me to present: Steve Harrington who knows full well that Eddie is able to completely and utterly manhandle him and absolutely living and thriving for it.

Thank you for your attention.

[myfeelsaboutships]

Wayne Munson was a soldier, and notices how Steve reacts to things, the way he flinches at sounds and flickering lights, the hyper vigilance.

Since he has no idea what Steve has actually been through, Wayne just assumes things are very bad at home. He doesn’t want to pry, doesn’t think it would help.

He asks Eddie some vague questions about Steve’s home life, but it’s clear Eddie doesn’t know Steve’s parents well. Wayne assumes it’s to protect Eddie.

Wayne makes it clear Steve is welcome at the trailer any time, even if Eddie isn’t home. Steve is confused at first, but grateful he has somewhere he doesn’t have to keep up appearances like at home.

(Wayne and Steve bond talking about sports, which Eddie tries not to be annoyed by.)

[stevieschrodinger]

Steve eats, but only because Robin puts food in front of him. Only because she reminds him it's for the pup.

Like he needs reminding. Steve often rests his hand protectively over his rounded tummy. It's reflexive, to protect the only part of Eddie he has left. He feels like he hasn't slept in months, even though he knows he sleeps often, in broken bits and pieces.

He hasn't spoken for a long time, he knows that. Everyone watches him, and everyone used to tell him the same thing, 'they're just dreams Steve, Eddie is gone.'

Steve knows though, they aren't dreams. Eddie is alive, and he's trapped in the Upside Down because Steve didn't try hard enough, didn't push hard enough, didn't say the right things to get the others to believe him.

It upset Dustin the most at first, but Dustin has also been the most adamant because he saw Eddie die, can't even entertain the idea that Eddie might still be alive, because that means he left Eddie behind. That's a lot of guilt to ask a kid to carry.

Steve knows they're talking about him again, like them whispering in the kitchen makes it any better. Steve's starving himself. Steve isn't sleeping. Steve isn't showering. Steve's mate sick even if Eddie never mated him. It's the pup. It's the trauma. It's the nightmares.

They aren't nightmares though, not when Eddie holds him close, laid on a grassy meadow under a sunny blue sky.

El is here, kneeling in front of Steve, 'do you really think Eddie is alive?'

Steve clears his throats, feels full of cobwebs and sand, 'I know he is.'

Steve's said it a thousand different ways. A million. He's cried it and screamed it and shouted it and whispered it and said it as normal and level headed as he could make it sound, 'I am absolutely certain that Eddie is alive,' no one ever believes him.

She nods, 'we will check-'

'El.' It's Hopper, in the doorway, he said 'El' the same way he would say 'No'. 'We talked about this-'

'No, you talked about this. I am tired of this, for Steve, I will check. We will check, just this once.'

And Steve feels too broken to let himself hope, but he heaves himself up off the couch anyway.

El opened a gate in the pool. There's not been water in the pool for quite some time now, and it just seemed apt. A place where there is already a weakness in the world. Perfect for El.

In the end, just to stop the fighting, everyone has gone back to the Upside Down.

Steve squints at the sunny blue sky, not at all surprised to see it. Everyone else is making suitably shocked noises. The grass is green, the trees lush. From the trees, a demodog watches them. It looks different, like it fits here, healthy and well fed now, it shakes and stretches and then lopes off further into the woods.

Everything is overgrown, like the Upside Down is reclaiming everything that One created here.

Nearby, laundry flaps on a washing line, metal band shirts and torn jeans, 'Eddie,' Steve breathes for the first time in over six months, and heads into the house.

There's a bowl of odd looking fruit on the kitchen counter. In the lounge, books. So many books, all stacked and arranged into strange little towers like they are giants in a city, and the books are skyscrapers.

Upstairs, Eddie has clearly nested in Steve's room; there are guitar bits and tools on the desk, two guitars in parts.

The bed is mounded with soft things, Steve scents a pillow, it smells like Eddie...and not.

'Where the fuck is he,' Hopper grumbles.

Steve wants to snap. Wants to scream at them all. They fucking believe him now don't they? They could have had Eddie home months ago if-

Dustin has books from the living room, in the front of each is stamped 'Hawkins Public Library'. So that's where they go.

Steve doesn't know what to do when he spots Eddie. He's crouched on a table, bare toes gripping the edge. He's pale, even more so than before, skin a pale enough alabaster that Steve can see the shadow of blue veins underneath. He's flipping through a book, back and forth, back and forth, before finally stopping and hopping down from the table, 'Eddie?'

Eddie doesn't answer, eyes trained on Steve. His hair has grown, even longer, thick dark curls that Steve wants to bury his hands in.

There's a ticking noise, a low, growling rumble as Eddie stalks closer. Things happen very very quickly, Hopper raises his shotgun, El screams 'no,' Eddie's face peels apart like the petals of a flower filled with teeth as he roars and charges at them.

Hoppers gun is jerked up by an unseen hand, his shot causing plaster to rain down from the ceiling, and then Eddie is floating in the air, roaring as his face blends back to normal and then peels apart again, furious.

El's nose is bleeding, she wipes it away.

Steve moves closer. Eddie looks strange; taller. Leaner. Just, more, somehow.

Steve reaches for him, and Eddie desperately tries to get to him in return, clawing at the air, 'put him down, El.'

'Do not do that-' Hopper starts, but doesn't finish, because Eddie lands neatly on his feet, catlike in his grace, where El drops him.

He lunges for Steve, and Steve let's himself be pulled close and gathered up, Eddie clicking and chittering quietly in Steve's ear, scenting his neck, a strange sucking sensation on his skin as Eddie's face peels apart into one big mouth.

Steve relaxes. He has Eddie back.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

PART ONE: SOMETHIN' UNHOLY Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson[6.4k] Steve and Eddie shared a lot of things, you’d noticed. Just smut. More smut.

You nodded, mumbled some nonsense and buried your face into Steve’s chest, let Eddie pet at you. This? That? That was normal, not the first time Steve had pulled you onto his lap to get a little love, Eddie’s hand soothing over whatever part of he could reach, joining in on the touching.

It was the first time you’d done it naked though, bar the rumpled dress that was nothing more than a strip of fabric around your waist. And when you eventually caught your breath, you shuffled back, kneeling between the two boys, gaze flickering between both of them. 

Steve was smiling, almost shy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from the way he’d loved on you, licked you clean until you cried. One hand cupped the back of your neck, thumb soothing down the pretty line of your throat and you wondered if he could feel the way your pulse was thrumming. 

He could. 

“Do you trust us?” He asked you, bringing you back into him, being awfully greedy with you but he really couldn’t help it. Not when he could still taste you on his tongue. And beside, Eddie didn’t seem to mind, patient, lazy, knowing he was always included. 

You nodded, breathed out a “yes,” and let yourself fall back into Eddie’s touch when his palms smoothed over your bare shoulders, playing with the ends of your hair. 

“You’ll tell us if you wanna stop?” Eddie whispered, nudging at your cheek with the line of his nose, encouraging you to tilt your head for him so he could push kisses to your jaw. 

Your lashes fluttered, you blinked, everything a little sparkly, the world soft like cotton as your two boys touched you all sweet and lovely. 

“Mhmm,” you agreed.

“Even if you wanna just slow down,” Steve added, “you’ll keep talkin’ to us, yeah baby? We don’t have to-”

You almost whined, a soft sound of protest leaving your lips as you wrapped your hand around his wrist, held his palm to your neck and shook your head. 

“I want to,” you told him, ‘cause Eddie has whispered how Steve was gonna be first to slide himself inside of you and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

It had been a long time coming, hadn’t it? 

And there was something about the way Eddie watched the two of you, eyes hooded and hazy, tracking the way you both touched each other like he was learning how to play a new instrument, fingers twitching when Steve’s curled into you, thumb tapping out the same beat on your hipbone when Steve licked and licked and licked and-

“That’s my girl,” Steve murmured, a kiss pressed to your lips with the praise and your cheeks burned. 

You thought about the boy behind you, wondered if Eddie had anything to say about Steve’s words but he was smiling, knowing, all too aware of how this dynamic worked. 

Eddie could touch and tease and kiss and slide himself snug inside you, he could talk all pretty, whisper all filthy and tell Steve how you liked the way he put his hands on you. 

It could happen this once, it could happen two, three times more. It could go on for weeks, maybe months, god maybe more. But Eddie knew and you knew, that you were Steve’s girl first. 

Shit, even Steve knew. 

It was something cosmic, something a little magic, inevitable like the way June turned to July and the sun came up in the morning. It was some soulmate kind of shit, a slow dance across kitchen tiles and basement party carpets, sidewalks at two in the morning, neither of you knowing when it would end. 

Just that it would. And Eddie wondered if maybe, just maybe, he’d fit in somewhere along the way. That maybe tonight wouldn’t be all he got, like this could just be the beginning. 

But no one was ready to talk about that. Not yet, not now, not like this. 

Not when your two boys were crowding either side of you, still far too dressed with their cocks pressed hard against the confines of their denim jeans, eyes glazed over as they looked at you. 

So you licked your lips and tried not to sound too shy when you said:

“Clothes off.”

Neither argued. In fact, both were silent as they pulled off their shirts, giving your greedy eyes the lovely view of their bare chests, Eddie pale and inked where Steve was suntanned and freckled. Eddie only managed to get his jeans and his boxers down past his hips before you were on him. 

You coaxed the boy back onto the sofa, Eddie huffing out a laugh, one hand flying to tug at his curls as you took his cock out of his underwear, the elastic snapping back against his skin. Eddie swore, sighed, tried his best to keep his lashes from fluttering closed because fucking hell, he really wanted to watch what was about to happen.

“Christ, princess,” Eddie huffed, “that’s it.”

You made a noise of agreement, palm curling around the hard length of him, ducking down to lick a stripe over his tip. His hips shot off of the couch, a strangled sound falling from his lips and Steve smirked, big hand covering your own on Eddie’s thigh, both of you pushing him back down.

“Easy, Eds,” Steve chided, “you gonna let our girl make you come?” 

Eddie nodded, eyes hooded as he watched you through his lashes, whining until you took pity on him and took as much of him as you could in his mouth. 

“Ah, shit, shit,” he groaned, one hand falling into your hair, careful to be gentle with you so that Steve didn’t get too riled up and scold him. “Fuckin’ hell, you look so pretty.”

You whined around his cock, flushing at the praise all whilst Steve dragged your rumpled dress down your hips and legs, throwing it into the corner of his living room. 

“Yeah?” Steve asked, kissing his way down your spine, following the arch of your back as he got you naked. He was still kneeling behind you, admiring all your bare skin, the freckle on your hip, the way Eddie had his head thrown back and was panting. “Does she look good with her mouth full?”

He was popping the button to his own jeans, tugging at himself, trying to relieve some of the pressure that he’d felt since the party, since he first kissed you. Steve’s hips stuttered against his own, a groan caught in his throat because he was staring down at the curve of your ass pressed against him, popped out as you balanced your hands on Eddie’s thighs, your mouth making filthy, pretty noises as you sucked at him. 

“Jesus, yeah, yeah, she does,” Eddie breathed out, his hand moving to cup at your face so he could feel the way your cheek bulged with him. He ran a soft thumb over your bottom lip, almost too tender for the dirty things you were doing to him. “Can feel her throat, s’fuckin good, ohmygod-”

You whined as you took him deeper, thrusting your hips back into Steve, desperate for him to touch you, to do something, to do anything. Both boys watched you, grinned at your impatience and Eddie hissed through his teeth as the head of his cock nudged at your throat, your tongue laving the underside of it as you bobbed over him.  

“You want Steve, sweetheart?” He cooed, watching his friend pet at your hips, tapping at your thighs until you spread your legs for him. You were held up by your forearms on Eddie’s knees, hands wrapped around his cock, Steve’s palms curled around your hips. “Gettin’ antsy, huh? Don’t think you’re ready for him yet, Harrington’s fucking packin’, did you know that?”

He watched your lashes flutter, felt you suck at him a little harder and Eddie gasped out a laugh, gathered your hair from your face in his fist so he could watch your eyes turn glassy. 

“Oh, she’s excited, Stevie,” Eddie smiled and the other boy twitched in his own hand, cock throbbing, cheeks flushed.

“Shut up, Munson,” Steve mumbled and you couldn’t help it, the contrast of his shy voice and the way he had a tight grip on your hip made you look back. 

You let out a huff of breath, an almost gasp that sounded a little strangled because Steve was fucking slowly into his own fist, hips twitching every time he stroked his palm over the head of his cock. 

It was big. Thick too, and you were already struggling to take all of Eddie but the sight of Steve made you rub your thighs together. 

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” you tried to laugh but god, it still sounded like a whine. “You’re gonna break me.”

Eddie snickered, wrapped his own hand around yours and stroked over his cock, both of you watching the way Steve’s cheeks went pink at your attention, your words. His eyes were hooded, darker than normal and his lips were parted, still glossy with you. 

“Told you,” Eddie grinned. “S’gonna feel so good though, isn’t it princess?”

You stroked over him a little faster, wrist twisting as Eddie’s own hand fell away to let you take control again. You nodded, pushing your face to his thigh so you could close your eyes for a second and just breathe. You were overwhelmed in the best way, four hands petting at you, naked body fizzing with attention and heat, the slick between your thighs only getting worse. 

Eddie’s hand soothed over your hair, coaxing you to look up at him, your cheek to the denim that still covered the top of his leg as you kept up your movements on his cock. His thumb pulled gently at your bottom lip, letting it fall back into place with a soft ‘pop’ and he groaned, breath ragged.  

“You can’t wait, can you?” He murmured, looking from you to Steve, “can’t wait to feel Stevie stretch you out, huh? S’that what you want? How long have you wanted it, princess, tell us.”

You clenched under his attention, at his soft cooing, his fingers tracing the lines of your face and instead of answering, you took his cock back in your mouth, just enough so you could suck at the tip and let your tongue play slide over him. 

And while Eddie gasped and moaned out obscenities at the feel of your mouth again, Steve pulled at your hips with both hands, tugged you back against him so the length of his hard cock slid along your ass, tucking himself neatly against you, holding you there and waiting. 

You could feel him throb, already wet with you and his palm smoothed along the arch of your back, swept back your hair so he could see your mouth around Eddie. 

He tutted, tsked, “c’mon, babe, you gotta answer him, I wanna hear.”

He crowded over you, placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder, another under your jaw. Steve nosed at your cheek and it still made your heart stutter to have him so close. His lips found your ear and you could feel his smile, the curl of his lips. 

“I wanna know,” he whispered, eyes on Eddie as he hooked his chin over your shoulder. The boys exchange a smile you didn’t see, Steve’s hands sliding over your sides, Eddie’s in your hair. “Hmm? Tell me how long you’ve wanted me for, baby, m’goddamn desperate to know.”

You moaned around Eddie’s cock, a soft gurgle coming from your throat that made Eddie’s hips jump. You pulled back, placed a sweet kiss on his tip that made the boy whine, and turned your head so you were cheek to cheek with Steve. 

His cock was nudging at you, slick against your folds, hot and heavy as you both slowly rocked together, trying to ease the desperation between you both. 

“A while,” you whispered before correcting yourself, “a long time, too long, fuck- Steve, please.”

You pushed back, harder than before, overcome with need and the tip of Steve’s cocked slipped inside of you, making you both cry out. The boy’s hands flew to your hips, grabbed you and kept you still, his chest heaving at the way your cunt fluttered around his head. 

“Fucking hell,” Steve groaned, head thrown back, eyes closed, jaw clenched. He whispered your name, over and over and over like a prayer, kept you from moving back any further as he twitched inside of you. “You gotta stop baby, you’re gonna hurt yourself like this.”

His instructions made you whine and you tested him, wriggled against his hold on you and managed another half an inch of him. You were gasping, barely taking half of Steve and already so full. 

Eddie’s hand found your chin, tugged at your gently to make you look at him whilst Steve reared back, some of his cock still snug inside you. Eddie smiled at you, pouting at your glassy eyes and turned up brows. 

“Oh princess,” he cooed, taking his own cock from your hand, stroking himself over with the wet you’d left their front your mouth. “You gotta calm down, you’re getting yourself too worked up.”

He kissed your mouth, a soft, sweet peck as his thumb pushed at your cheek, making your lips push out into a squished pout. 

“Poor Steve’s about to blow a fucking gasket, huh?” Eddie grinned wickedly, ignoring the way the other boy cursed him out. “You clenching down on him, yeah? That pretty little cunt getting tighter and tighter around Stevie’s dick?”

Steve let out a low moan when you did exactly what Eddie had described, your body seizing up on him like you couldn’t help it, like you were desperate to pull more of him in. 

Another kiss from Eddie, on your cheek, your forehead, still grinning as Steve panted and tried to cool down behind you, hands grazing over your ass. 

“He’s right though,” he mused, working his fist over his cock, stroking slowly, lazily, enjoying watching the way you squirmed around his best friend's dick. “We don’t want you to hurt yourself, sweetheart, you gotta take Steve nice and slow, huh? Let him help you.” 

And with that, Eddie winked at Steve and coaxed you forward, helping you slide off of the other boy and the motion made you both whine at the loss. You suddenly felt awfully empty and you were about to complain but Eddie manhandled you back onto the sofa next to him, lifting you like it was nothing. 

“Lie down, pretty girl,” he ordered softly, patting his lap, “c’mere for me.”

You did as you were told, eager to rest your head on Eddie’s thighs, watching the way he kept palming his cock, wondering if he’d feed it back into your mouth to let you suck on. 

But then Steve shucking off his jeans and moving between your legs, kneeling on the couch cushions in front of you and nothing else fucking mattered. His hands were warm on your thighs and you felt him tremble, once, twice, grab onto you a little tighter and you wondered if you’d wake up the next morning with Steve shaped bruises on your skin. 

He ducked down into you, one of his hands curling around Eddie’s thigh as he nudged your nose with his, brown eyes burning into your own. His pupils were blown wide, lips cheeks still flushed and and for just a second, selfishly, it was just the two of you. 

“You still okay?” He whispered, watching you for any signs of hesitation and when you nodded eagerly, eyes unblinking and needy, he smiled, kissed you soft, licked into you filthy and said, “atta’ girl, baby.”

Steve pulled back, nodded at Eddie in a way that seemed like a thank you for allowing Steve to have these small moments with you. But Eddie understood. Steve needed them and so did you, he saw it in the way you looked at each other, the way you gazed at the other before things moved forward. 

“Ready, pretty girl?” Steve murmured, giving his heavy cock another pump or two, lining himself up with your cunt and teasing at your folds. 

You gasped, tried to arch up to him but Eddie was quick to soothe you, carding a hand through your hair and running a finger over your mouth. Your tongue caught him, hummed around his digit as he slid it into your mouth and both boys groaned at the sight. 

Steve slid forward, inch by inch, stopping to pant and squeeze at your hips when he was half way inside you. You were glassy eyed, breathless, the stretch of him a pretty burn and you were already full, so full. 

“Oh good girl,” Steve moaned, “that’s it baby, you’ve got it, you okay, huh?”

You made some sort of noise, a high keen and Steve swore as you tightened around him, trying his damn best to not let his hips jerk forward. It took another second or two, a slow slide of his cock that made you gasp and when he was finally seated inside of you, Steve dropped his chin to his chest and tried to control his breathing. 

“Jesus fuck,” he gasped out, like he was fighting for control. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, sweetheart, so good, so good for me, huh? So goddamn good.”

Eddie laughed lowly, making a sweet noise of excitement as he leaned over your body and sighed at the sight of you both. “Oh, look at that.”

He spread your folds with a finger and thumb, groaned filthy at the view he got of Steve’s thick cock snug inside of you and he gave your clit a little tap. Your response was borderline ridiculous, hips snapping up off of the sofa, taking Steve deeper still and both you and the boys moaned at it all. 

“Fuckin’ prettiest thing ever, huh?” Eddie choked out, smoothing a calloused hand over the soft of your tummy, holding you down as Steve lifted your thighs, hitched them to his hips and gazed down at you. “Look at you two, just goddamn perfect, am I right?”

You nodded, blissed out, already drunk on the way your boys had made you feel. 

“C’mon, big boy, I wanna hear all her pretty noises.”

Steve tapped your hip to gain your attention, your gaze snapping to him and he lifted his chin, eyes glazed over as he asked a silent question. 

‘Can I move?’

You lifted your hips in response, watched his eyes roll back and then he was rocking into you. A slow, maddening in and out of his cock, your cunt making filthy noises, loud enough for Eddie to swear and groan out like a man possessed. 

You watched him fist his cock, hand moving quicker than before as he trained his eyes on where you and Steve were joined, his jaw slack, lips parted as he let his free hand cup your tits, fingers pinching your nipples a little mean. 

Then Steve was panting, skin slick, boxers shoved down his hips just enough to let his cock move in and out of you. He made the prettiest sounds, eyes flicking from where your cunt was wrapped around him to the hand that Eddie used to stoke himself. His hair was a mess, eyes drooping with pleasure that made him feel boneless and when you whined at Eddie in order for the boy to give you his cock to suck on, Steve almost fell apart. 

He hitched your legs higher, claves against his chest and ankles at his shoulders as he pressed kisses to the inside of your knee, pressed up against you in every sense of the word. It felt like he was turning you inside out and you could help but take Eddie a little deeper too, gagging a little as you let him slip down your throat. 

Both boys were messy about it, gasping and swearing, calling you the sweetest names, moaning out something dirty and every touch of them had you warm, begging for more. Your cheek was pressed to Eddie’s thigh as you sucked on his tip, panting hard about him as Steve picked up the pace and made your toes curl. 

It was all consuming, having both of your boys like this. Steve alone would’ve been enough to make you cry, a white hot crackle of emotion mixed in with the best kind of pleasure; rough hands, sweet lips, soft words, but Eddie’s fingers around your throat made everything worse, made everything better and when he looked down at you, he stuttered, lifted his hips almost too much and sighed. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he whispered, wiping away a tear that rolled down your cheek, catching it before it disappeared into your hair. “You good, yeah? Doin’ so well for us, that pretty mouth feels so good.”

And as if he wasn’t happy with all of your attention on Eddie, Steve dropped a hand to your clit, thumb brushing over it lazily as he slowed down, made you cry for him instead and Eddie’s dick slipped messily from your mouth as you chanted Steve’s name. 

He set a punishing pace, slow and hot, a steady rhythm that had you seeing the entire solar system, his thumb barely pressing down on you in sloppy circles, dangling what you wanted just out of reach. 

You whimpered, legs flexing against Steve’s chest and he grinned, sucked a kiss to your calf and let your legs fall back to his hips. He leaned over you, lifted his chin at Eddie so the other boy could cross the rest of the distance over your naked frame and give his friend some love too. 

You watched them kiss above you, an awfully sweet exchange considering where their dicks were but it made you clench around Steve and it was sinful the way you saw him smile against Eddie’s mouth at the feel of you.  

Unholy, you thought again, the two of them, the way they made you feel. 

Unholy. 

It was downright filthy, watching their tongues slip in and out of each other’s mouths, your head pressed back into Eddie’s thigh and he petted at your hair, as if to tell you they hadn't forgotten about you. Steve’s fingers on your cunt was nothing more than a tease now, a soft touch that kept you on edge. 

You whined, made soft noises of protest as your hand tried to bat Steve’s out of the way, tried to rub hard and fast circles over yourself the way you liked it but your impatience was enough to garner the attention back to you. 

Both boys were back on you, a little meaner than before, hands rougher as Eddie caught both of yours in one of his, pinning them over his lap and laughing at your pout. 

Steve leaned down to you instead, grinning at Eddie before he kissed you sweet too, nipped at your bottom lip and nosed at your cheek. 

“S’wrong?” He asked, voice impossibly soft. He was honey and caramel, sticky sweet, a hint of something dangerous and all flirt. “Huh, baby? Feeling left out?”

You nodded and whined, tried to arch your back and lift your hips, pulled at your wrists but Eddie had you captured. He tutted, grinned dirty at you and wanted to burst. 

“Yes, yeah, shit, please,” you cried, pouting at both your boys. “Steve, Eddie, I-”

“What?” Steve interrupted, “what d’you want?”

“A kiss,” you whispered, “another kiss.”

Eddie made a little sound of amusement from above you both, stroked a thumb softly over the inside of your wrist. “Ain’t she sweet?” He cooed, and if it had been in any other situation, you would’ve rolled your eyes and slapped at his arm for his cheek but you could only moan at him. 

“Yeah?” Steve pouted, trying hard not to smile, “Is that all? Pretty baby, d’you want a kiss from Eds?”

You were frantic in agreeing, sighing sweet, straining against the hold both boys had on you and Steve was fucking throbbing inside of you, moving minutely, a slow, soft rock of his hips every now and then. 

Eddie let you go only to slide out from underneath you, your head falling softly to the couch cushions as Steve settled back onto his heels and spread your legs wider, pushing himself into the cradle of your thighs. 

“Go on, give our girl a kiss.”

It’s like they planned it, like they knew you inside out. 

Eddie grinned, smiled a little wild and roguish and it was so pretty, the way he looked at you. He settled onto his knees like Steve, bent by your head as he crowded over you and slanted his mouth to yours. 

The second your lips parted under his, Steve squeezed at your thighs and started fucking his hips into you, groaning at the way you keened prettily into Eddie’s kiss. The boy swallowed your sounds, licked into you dirty, his tongue a hot, soft slide over your own and the feeling of his top lip pressed to your bottom was maddening.  

It made you dizzy, the way both boys filled you up, the way they both seemed to know what you wanted, what you needed, how you liked it. Eddie’s hands came to cradle your face, tilted your jaw so he could kiss you deeper and eventually, it was nothing more than your open mouths pressed together as you cried out both their names. 

Steve was making sounds that you’d think about for a while to come, soft grunts and dirty whispers under his breath as he pushed you and himself closer to the edge. And Eddie was cooing, pressing the smallest of kisses to your lips in between filthy words.

“You gonna come, princess? Gonna come around Steve’s big cock? You are, aren’t you? I bet he can feel it, huh, Harrington? Is her pretty little cunt gettin’ tight for you?”

Steve let out a strangled gasp, a hand falling to hold at your side, fingers splayed across your ribs, thumb pushed to the soft of your stomach and his hips pistoned in and out of you. You felt yourself get impossibly wetter, a warm and then cold touch against your clit and despite Eddie’s curls blocking your view, you knew Steve had let a line of spit drip from his tongue onto your cunt, used his fingers to rub it into you. 

“M’gonna come, m’comingcomingcoming-” you were surprised the boys knew what you were saying, your words a sticky babble that got caught in your throat as you sucked in air and squeezed around Steve, hands flying to Eddie’s hair to tug at it. 

“Oh fucking hell, there you go, there you go,” Eddie was groaning, kissing every part of you he could reach while you pulled at his curls, tried to keep him close. 

“Christ, shit, good girl, baby, good fuckin’ girl,” Steve panted, fucking you through the way your back arched and your ass lifted off the couch. He grabbed your hips, pulled you into him until your were splayed across his thighs and fuck, shit, he lost all semblance of control. 

“Takin’ me so good, baby, so good, so good, shit,” he gasped out, hair falling into his face, nails leaving half moons on your skin and you cried out for him the whole time, his name leaving your lips in a messy whisper. “M’close, gonna come, let me come inside you, huh? Can I? Please baby, pleasepleaseplease-”

You nodded and thanked god for birth control, unable to say no to the way your best friend was begging to fill you up. You felt his hips stutter and still, the thick weight of his cock twitching inside of you as he let go and you knew then that this wasn’t the last time you let this happen.  

It was like you weighed nothing, the way Steve scooped you up. Your skin was as slick as his and felt boneless, messy and fizzing with aftershocks as Steve gathered you back into his arms and fell back into the couch with you. 

Your legs were spread over the outside of his, straddling him as the messy slick of you and him slid against his thigh and you whined at the sensation. Your arms were around his neck, forehead pressed to his mouth as he panted against you, lay kisses along your hairline and whispered to you how good you were. His cock softened against you and you tried to catch your breath, heartbeat quickening once more as you saw Eddie move to stand between Steve’s spread legs.

Steve kissed you soft and sweet, caught your face between both hands and smiled at you until your blurry gaze focused on him. Warm, brown eyes, freckles over his nose, a mess of hair and a pretty blush coloured bruise on his neck that you barely remembered giving him. 

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he murmured, “you with us?”

You were sluggish in the way you nodded, pushing your lips to Steve’s an unbelievably greedy need for him still and your voice was hoarse when you answered.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you whispered, “so good, Stevie.”

Steve knew what you meant, what you were saying, how you were talking about him. ‘Cause he felt the same, had the same rapid heartbeat that fluttered under your own but he could only nod and smooth his hands down your sides, pulling you into him so your back arched real pretty.

“Gonna let Eddie feel you too, hmm?” Another kiss, four hands on you, squeezing at your ass, pressing nicely at the small of your back. “He’s been so patient, hasn’t he?”

You squirmed, let Steve help you onto your knees as he held you over him, your hands curling around his shoulders for support. Eddie gripped your waist, swiped his fingers through your folds and hissed, pumping his cock in his fist a few times, painfully hard from the time you’d spent taking it down your throat. 

“You ready, princess?”

Eddie looked at Steve when you made a whine, a whimper, watching as the other boy’s gaze took in your hooded eyes and slack jaw. Steve grinned, looked back at Eddie over your shoulder and nodded.

“Yeah, she’s ready, Eds.”

The boy gasped out as he sunk himself into you, cock already throbbing at how you gripped him, hot and wet and tight from how hard Steve had made you come. He was intent on doing the same, hands bracketing your hips, one clasped over Steve’s as both your boys held you.

Eddie set a fast pace, hips rutting into you as you pushed back, bouncing on his cock as Steve murmured dirty words of praise from underneath you. His head was thrown back onto the sofa, eyes hooded as he watched you and Eddie through his lashes, feeling greedy as he brought you down to him with one hand on your jaw, kissing the moans from your mouth as Eddie sped up.

“So good for us,” Steve murmured, kissing a line across your jaw. He cooed at your whine, hooked your hair behind your ear and grinned something filthy when Eddie landed a sharp smack against your ass. “Like that? Yeah? Fuck, she liked that Eddie.”

The other boy swore, hips stuttering as he tried to control the urge to come already, gasping at the way your cunt fluttered around him with every thrust, every tap at your ass. He wanted it pink, rosy, matching the way Steve had marked up your neck, evidence of them on you everywhere. 

“You feel fuckin’ amazing,” Eddie groaned and Steve watched the way his brow crumpled, a lovely, pretty glow to his cheeks as his mouth fell open in a silent grunt. It was all too familiar. “Christ, m’already so close, fuckfuckfuck-”

Steve laughed a little mean, eyes glittering at the other boy as you keened, pushed your face into Steve’s neck to bite down and suck at the skin there. He petted at you, fingertips creating trails of goosebumps across your spine and he squeezed encouragingly at your thighs, helping Eddie keep you up, ass popped out real pretty for them.

“You hear that, sweetheart?” Steve said hotly against your ear, eyes still trained on his friend. “You’re makin’ poor Eddie lose it, he was talkin’ such a big game before, wasn’t he?”

Eddie swore, kept fucking you, glaring at Steve with as much heat as he could despite the way his cock twitched and jumped inside of you at the other boys taunting words. 

“Pussy’s too good, huh, hot shot?” Steve raised his brows, smirked at Eddie and wasn’t all surprised when he bent over you, made you groan into Steve as he sandwiched you between them.

Steve was ready, hooked his fingers into the chain that was glinting prettily around Eddie’s neck and he gave it a little tug. “You wanna come again for us, gorgeous?”

You lifted your head, eyes glazed over, lips swollen from all the attention and Steve swore up and down he’d never seen a prettier sight. You let your forehead fall against his, brought a hand back to your shoulder to tangle your fingers in Eddie’s curls and hold him there. 

“Fuck, yeah,” you gasped, “already close, Eds, can feel you everywhere, shit, keep going.”

It was enough to send him over the edge, a sinful groan coming from deep in his chest as Eddie let you and Steve hold him to you both, chest to your back as Steve’s handsome features went slack with awe as he watched you both.

He let go of your hip to reach under you, hand blindly brushing over Eddie’s wet cock as it slid in and out of you, making the other boy hiss. He hummed an apology, found your clit, sticky and swollen between your folds and made you jolt as he pressed down on it.

“Steve, fuck, sensitive,” you cried out, eyes fluttering as Eddie heaved out another wrecked gasp. You were close, he could feel it, your cunt squeezing at him and he fell forward, head to your shoulder as Steve fed him his fingers, silver chain still tangled between.

“That’s it,” Steve praised, eyes on both of you, “look at you, so pretty together, look so fuckin’ good, Jesus. Want you both to come, yeah? Gonna let Eddie come in you, baby? Let him fill you up too?”

That was it. The rubber band snapped, a hot, sharp rip as pleasure seared through you, Eddie chanting your name as he rutted into you, hips slamming into your ass as he came. Your release came in a soft cry, lashes wet with tears that Steve kissed away and his voice was a lifeline in your ear as you clung to him, falling forward to crush you face to his neck.

You came down with hands stroking at your hair, your back, Eddie hissing as he slipped out of you. It was dizzying, the silence that followed. Not awkward, not uncomfortable, just a static buzz in your head that felt like an electrical current.

Both of your boys were livewires, kissing down any piece of bare skin they could reach, neck, shoulders, arms, back, hips, calves, ankles. You hardly heard Eeddie leave, content to stay on top of Steve, legs aching as you breathed him in, a mix of mint and cologne, smoke from the party, sex and summer and fucking Eddie. 

“You okay?” he whispered, hands cupping your jaw to lift your tired head. Your eyes were closed but you nodded, smiled when his nose nudged yours. “Lemme see your eyes, baby, huh?”

Baby. Even after sex. It made you warm. Made you hope that this - whatever it all was - wasn’t over.   

You did as Steve asked, opened your eyes, lashes fanning over your cheeks as you blinked. He was close, tip of his nose rubbing sweetly over your own, back and forth, back and forth until you couldn’t take it anymore and pushed into his hands until you caught his mouth with yours. A soft kiss, short and lovely, just because after all those years, you felt like you could. 

Eddie returned with a warm washcloth and a pint glass of water, not breaking the bubble you had both created, but slipping back inside it, slumped into Steve’s side as you leaned over to give him a kiss too, just as good as Steve’s. Both boy’s tsked and cooed as Eddie cleaned you up, hand gentle between your legs and between the three of you, you downed the cold water, throats burning from all your noises, lips rosy from kissing.

The heavy silence returned, thick and warm and comforting like a blanket, a lovely soft hold around all three of you as Steve eventually led the way up to his bedroom, all of you holding various discarded clothing in your arms. You let Steve wrestle you into one of his shirts, old and stretched out, the collar hanging loose around one shoulder but Eddie just kissed the bare skin on show as you fell into bed beside him.

Steve slid in on the other side, bare chested and still unbelievably warm, like the sun lived in the spaces between his ribs, a pretty, pretty contrast to Eddie’s smoke and bourbon scent, hands decorated with cold, silver rings as they traversed your sides. 

No one said anything when you pulled both boys into you, Eddie curled around your frame like a backpack, his chest pressed to your spine, curls spilling wild and messy across the pillow you shared, just like him. It let you lay yourself across Steve, cheek pressed to his heart, a grounding thudthudthud under your ear, his hand in your hair and his eyes fluttering closed when you pressed one more kiss to the hill of his collar bone.

 “We’ll talk in the morning?” you dared to whisper into the dark, “about this?”

You didn’t sound scared, or regretful, both boys noticed, just unsure, hesitant, like you were expecting rejection, even with the way they were still glued to your sides. They were all encompassing, their bodies following the lines of your own as they settled into sleep and you. 

You felt Eddie nod, the line of his nose brushing up and down the back of your neck and he squeezed the arm he had around your waist a little tighter. Reassuring. 

“Yeah, princess,” he whispered, voice scratchy, full of sleep and smoke and sex, “we can talk in the mornin’.”

Steve backed up his sentiment with a thumb pressed to your cheek, a soft tap that made you look up at him, neck craned to see the way his eyes shone down at you in the low light. 

“We’re ready to talk whenever you are.”

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Robin knows something is up with Steve. He more distracted than usual, keeps staring out of the window and sighing and most importantly - he's doodling. That isn't so unusual, normally they entertain themselves by drawing caricatures of Keith or the customers that happen to piss them off, but this is different. He keeps drawing the same thing again and again, just a few crooked lines.

He never elaborates when she asks him what it is. She tries it all - asking, begging, manipulation, even a bit of emotional blackmail but he won't budge.

It is days later that she notices that Steve scribbles a lot more after Eddie visits them in the Family Video, being very touchy with Steve and nudging him about their movie night. She looks at the doodles, then at Eddie and she has all the answers she needs.

Steve, desperately lovestruck, isn't drawing random crooked lines.

It's dimples. Eddie's smiling mouth with special focus on his dimples.

She doesn't tell Steve she knows, not before he's ready to tell her himself. She still sometimes teases him about the mystery lines, but if she happens to recommend a t-shirt that makes Steve look hot (well, as much as she can judge as a lesbian) for the movie night and suggests picking up a pack of Eddie's favourite sour gummy worms (of course Steve bought them already, he's so far gone), that's only her business.

[strangermarvelss]

the pain of letting you go- e.m | masterlist |

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: you've separated from your husband, eddie, but aren't looking to rebound anytime soon. but he is

Series Warnings: angst, crying, mentions of not being worthy/capable of real love, custody talks, dad!eddie and mom!reader, eddie's kinda a dick, smut in parts, fluff in parts

A/N: this is the series i mentioned! set 4 years after eddie graduates high school, you both continued your life in hawkins in the year 1990. i'm excited for this series and thought it would be a cool concept. not sure how many parts i want to make this series but i'll continue to update the masterlist as i go :)

playlist

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

PART SEVEN

PART EIGHT

PART NINE

PART TEN

PART ELEVEN

PART TWELVE

PART THIRTEEN

EPILOGUE

[bound-vivisection]

Kas!Eddie no longer being able to see himself in the mirror and being distraught because doing his hair was a major part of his selfcare routine. Eddie already felt like he was losing himself and this was yet another chunk of his identity lost. Steve “The Hair” Harrington seeing how much this broke Eddie, took it upon himself to learn Eddie’s hair routine. Every morning taking the time to bringing Eddie to the bathroom where he would wet their hair and comb various products through the frizzy curls he fell in-love with before everything happened. Eddies hair routine once again becoming his favorite part of the morning. Looking forward to the sleepy smiles and sweet for nothings whispered as Steve preened him for the day.

[ghostofyourvampiregf]

"something happens and I'm head over heels" - tears for fears

[infamoussarcasm]

Was gonna work on my Steddie trauma-bonded friends to hideously codependent roommates to lovers fic today but instead I just fleshed out two new wip ideas. Fuck. lol

[fanficimagery]

Forging a New Path

When your best friend ignores you for his girlfriend of the month one too many times, you open yourself up to a new friendship that eventually evolves into something more.

Words: 8.2K Author's Note: Stranger Things AU - no Upside Down. Eddie will also be moving to Hawkins at the beginning of your and Robin's senior year.

High school wasn't as terrible as you had feared, but you are so ready for your senior year to be done and over with after only a week of it.

One would think that you were over your senior year because of the onslaught of work or because of bullies, but nope. You were over it because out of every possible scenario, it was your best friend who made you feel a bit awkward and ready to move on.

Sitting atop the table of a concrete bench just outside of the school, you're talking through your English assignment with Robin when someone knocks into your knees. Your smile falters as you look up and your best friend grins, turning so his back is towards you and wiggling between your knees to rest. Your jaw clenches as you lean back, refusing to wrap your arms around his shoulders like you would have had it been last year. Robin arches an eyebrow at you, but you chuckle softly and shake your head at her, so she knows to drop it.

As more and more of your friend group show up, Robin takes her leave to get ready for her first period band class and you find yourself leaning forward. Your left hand ends up on your best friend's shoulder, fingers tapping rhythmically against his neck.

With less than five minutes to the first bell, a dual-tone colored van screeches into the student parking lot. Everyone watches as the driver and passenger doors open, followed by the side door being slid open. Several familiar looking freshmen scramble out of the van, but it's the driver who draws your attention.

You can hear your friends wondering about the newcomer, but you're not adding much to the conversation other than a hum here and there. Instead, you're solely focused on the shaggy-haired individual who the freshmen are looking up at with adoration in their eyes. The denim vest and leather jacket combo pique your interest and your breath lightly hitches when brown doe eyes meet yours as they approach the entrance doors.

A smile blossoms across the newcomer's face which makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and dimples appear, and you mentally swoon. Oh no. He's cute!

Letting your lips twitch into a faint grin, you nod in greeting, but then pressure around your thigh draws your attention to your best friend who's staring up at you with an unimpressed expression. "Are you done eye-fucking the new dude?"

His tone makes your friends laugh and you grit your teeth, but you paste on a smile. "Nope. Still have all day." The bell finally rings, and you push at your friend until he gets up so you can walk off to your first class of the day.

You seriously couldn't wait for graduation.

. . . .

Lunchtime rolls around and Eddie Munson is surrounded by his people.

Well, mostly.

There's Jeff, Gareth, and Tommy- three juniors who happen to have the same taste in music and style as him, and then a handful of freshmen he'd picked up that morning when one of their bikes had a flat tire and he decided to be a good guy and drive them to school. The one thing they all had in common, however, was that they were all fans of Dungeons and Dragons, and he couldn't wait to start planning their first campaign since he clued them in to the fact that he was a fantastic dungeon master.

As he nibbles on the soggy fries the school has to offer, Eddie's gaze travels over the different cliques at Hawkins High. This school was nothing like the school he attended before where all cliques were set in stone. There were the usual jocks, the stoners, the band geeks, and the art nerds, but the thing that threw him for a loop was the fact that there were two different cliques of metalheads.

He was part of the metalheads that had a knack for playing a fantasy game whereas the other group of metalheads consisted of actual metalheads, a couple of jocks, and a few band geeks who all seemed to have music and style in common.

And then there was you- YN YLN, or so he's heard- a girl who flitted from clique to clique, garnering smiles and greetings instead of rude comments as he would have expected from the jocks. You were part of the second group of metalheads, even if it confused him a bit since you didn't seem like you would belong to that group.

As Eddie continues to watch you, his mood dips when he watches the same boy who'd been sitting between your knees that morning appear, making you scoot your chair back as he takes a seat on your knee even though there are two empty chairs on either side of you. You smile at the boy but slap his hand away and shove him off your knee when he starts picking food from your tray.

"What's up with those two?" He finally asks, determined to get to the bottom of whatever's going on between you and the boy.

Jeff, Gareth, and Will are the only boys seated on the one side of the table to where they don't have to turn to see where Eddie's staring. Will shrugs, not knowing who he's speaking about, but Jeff and Gareth chuckle.

"She caught your attention, didn't she?" Gareth muses.

Eddie pops another fry into his mouth, dragging his gaze away for a few seconds. "She doesn't really belong to one group."

Jeff shakes his head. "She's a chameleon, man. Her brother was a jock and made a name for himself. He graduated right before she made it to high school, but all the jocks that played on a team with her brother kind of looked out for her after. She's friends with a lot of people, but her main group is wherever that guy James is. Those two have been attached at the hip for years."

"Are you talking about YN YLN?" Dustin asks, smiling as he glances over his shoulder to spot the girl in question. "We've only started high school this year, but even we knew about YN down at the middle school."

"Really? Why?" Eddie asks.

"Her and her best friend are kind of infamous around here."

"Best friend?" Eddie's eyebrow arches, glancing back at you and your friends.

"Yep." Gareth takes a bite out of a chicken strip. "Her and James are close- touchier than normal friends. They've never dated, but with the way James is around her it'd make you think there were some feelings there."

"Everyone figured they'd finally date this year, but I don't know," Tommy singsongs. "I have the two of them in second period and something definitely happened over summer."

"Good or bad?" Gareth perks up at the potential new gossip.

"Definitely bad." Tommy eats some more of his food. "Things were awkward between the both of them at first, but James quickly went back to normal. YN, on the other hand, seems uncomfortable when James is nearby. I swear that I saw him attach himself to her side and tangle their fingers together, but YN let him go and made an excuse to quickly speak with the teacher so she could get out of her seat."

"Huh. Interesting..." Eddie drawls.

"Mhm. Yeah. Sure," Mike says. "Moving on now. When can we play D&D?"

Another couple of weeks pass you by and it's gotten easier, more interesting, and it's all thanks to the new guy Eddie Munson and the freshmen he's apparently taken under his wing. You've yet to talk to Eddie, only smiling at each other when passing each other by in the hallways, but you have two freshmen- Dustin and Mike- in your PE class where you got to speak to them here and there. They're such nerds, but they're also such a breath of fresh air.

And even though James had gotten clingier, you knew it was only a matter of time before he had himself a girlfriend and was ignoring you once more in order to assure the girlfriend that there was absolutely nothing between you and him. You're used to this behavior by now and while you should feel grateful that his attention is elsewhere, you also kind of hate it because James is your best friend.

You just really wish he had never made it all awkward right before the start of your senior year and could go back to the way things were.

. . . .

You're sitting outside for lunch this time, enjoying the crisp breeze while nibbling on a small bag of chips and sipping on a Coke. You're zoned out, not really paying attention to your surroundings, that when someone says something to you, you can't help the words that follow.

"Hey. YN, right?"

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

"..." Eddie Munson slowly grins at you, freezing from where he'd been about to take a seat across from you at the picnic table. "What?"

"What?" You blink at him. When your words register in your brain, you feel the tips of your ears burn in embarrassment.

He takes a seat, chuckling softly. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but now I'm curious. What didn't you do on purpose?"

You gape at him. "I-" His grin slowly widens and you deflate a little. "I thought Henderson and Wheeler snitched on me and you were here to defend their nerdy little honors."

Eddie laughs. "What happened?"

"We played dodgeball in PE yesterday." You shrug. "You would think that one would know how to dodge when a ball was heading their way."

"You beaned the poor freshmen?"

"They were supposed to dodge!" As Eddie chuckles, you pout at him. But the pout doesn't last long because a tray of chicken strips is suddenly set in front of you. You gasp and turn in your seat just in time to see another one of your good friends taking a seat next to you. "Robin! Are you trying to get me to fall in love with you? Because it's working," you tell her as you immediately dig in.

"You'd make a terrible life partner. We'd never work out," she muses. Her gaze then travels across the table, and she arches an eyebrow. "Munson? What brings you out here?"

Fortunately for Eddie, you're so distracted by the food in front of you that you don't see the faint blush heating his cheeks. "Came out for some air and saw YN sitting all alone. Thought she'd want a bit of company."

"Mhm." Robin hums, briefly narrowing her eyes at him. She's grinning a second later and Eddie is left reeling with how fast she perks up. "Speaking of, why are you outside all on your lonesome?"

With a mouthful of chicken and ketchup, you wrinkle your nose at her. She grins and patiently waits, and you take a sip of your drink. "I didn't feel like being sneered at by James' new girl and her friends. Plus, it's chilly out and you know how much I love this weather."

"Ugh. The new girlfriend is giving you trouble?"

You shrug. "I've been asked at least four times already if there is anything going on between James and I or if there was anything going on in the past."

"That sucks." Robin glances at your forgotten bag of chips and you grin while nudging the bag closer to her. As she takes a few of them, she says, "Well if you need a new table, you can always sit at the band table."

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"You can always sit with me and my friends," Eddie then says. When you glance at him, even he looks surprised by the words that just came out of his mouth. Slowly but surely, he grins. "You already know Wheeler and Henderson."

"Yeah? If I sit with you, do I get a matching shirt too?" You ask, gaze falling to the white tee emblazoned with a devil's head, dice, a flaming dagger, and a mace. You'd seen the Hellfire Club shirts for a couple of days now, the owners proudly wearing them altogether today.

Eddie perks up. "Do you play D&D?"

"Unfortunately, no." You frown. "I don't have the mind capacity to immerse myself into roleplaying."

"Or the math skills," Robin mumbles, but both you and Eddie hear her loud and clear.

"Bitch," you grumble.

Both Eddie and Robin chuckle, and you smile before finishing off the rest of your food.

Not knowing how to carry on the conversation, Eddie starts to stand while rapping his knuckles on the tabletop. "Well, ladies, nice chat." He then looks directly at you. "The invitation to sit with Hellfire during lunch still stands."

"Thanks."

"I'll see you around."

As Eddie takes his leave and disappears back into the cafeteria, Robin elbows you. "What was that all about?"

"No idea. He just sat down and started talking."

"Good. You need more friends. Friends who won't ditch you the second his new girlfriend gets insecure," she tells you, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"If you say so." As Robin picks through the chip bag once more, you grin. "So, is Harrington picking you up today? I need a ride. I'm officially walking to and from school for the foreseeable future."

"Yeah. I'll tell Steve to wait, just don't make us wait too long. We have a shift at Family Video."

"Got it. Don't hold you up. I'll be on time."

For a few days, you continue sitting outside during lunch. Robin joins you when she can, but other than her you sit alone uninterrupted.

But on day five, the air gets colder, and you're forced back inside.

James is still with his girlfriend, so your usual table is a no-go. Robin smiles as if inviting you over, but the band table is really jammed packed these days. The Hellfire table, however, has more than enough room. So, after grabbing a tray of food, you head toward the table where your fellow peers look up to Eddie Munson as if he were a god of some sort.

"Room for one more?" You ask, standing near Dustin Henderson towards the middle of the table. He looks up at you, beaming at your appearance which makes you grin down at him.

"Sweetheart," Eddie coos. "There's always room for you." He looks to his left where Tommy- a heavy set student in a leather jacket sits. "Scoot. You're in her seat."

Tommy grins as the entire side of his table shuffles down a seat and you playfully roll your eyes. "So, you're a sweet talker, huh? Keep it up and I just might share my food with you." Then looking at Tommy, you nudge his arm. "Thanks, Tom-Tom."

He chuckles. "You haven't called me that since middle-school."

Across from you, Jeff and Gareth chuckle and you're quick to greet them as well.

"Wait a sec." Eddie glances between all of you. "You know each other?"

"Haven't you learned by now, Eddie? I'm a social butterfly." You bat your eyelashes at him, leaning back in your chair and snuggling further into your hoodie. It really was cold today. "We all grew up with each other, we just kind of drifted in high school as most friends do."

"You drifted, you mean," Gareth says.

He doesn't say it to be mean, but his words still cause a little bit of hurt. Your expression softens. "Sorry about that. I got lost for a while there, huh?"

Gareth's eyes subtly widen as he sits a little straighter in his seat. "Y-Yeah, but I mean.. you're here now so that's all that matters."

You chuckle softly and then look further down the table. "Hey Henderson. Wheeler," you greet. You then nod at the other two freshmen you don't know. "Hi. I'm YN."

"Lucas."

"Will."

Leaning back into your seat once more, you pick up your legs onto the chair and hug your knees while laying your cheek atop of them.

"Uh, sweetheart, are you going to eat?" You hear Eddie ask.

"Nope. Have at it, Munson. Just don't drink my Coke."

"You okay?"

"Mhm." You sleepily mumble. "It's the cold. It makes me sleepy."

"That's right." Jeff laughs as if suddenly remembering something. "As soon as it gets really cold, you'll find her asleep anywhere she can get away with it."

"Oh, thank god," you hear Henderson say. "We're playing dodgeball again in PE and if YN is tired, she won't be so brutal."

"Dude!" You hear a slap and pick your head up to glance down the table. Wheeler is glaring at his friend. "Shut up."

"We're playing dodgeball?" You ask, smiling. Then glancing at the other boys, you ask them, "Whose had PE?" Will nervously raises his hand. "Is it mixed teams or girl versus boy?"

"Girl versus boy."

"Yes! You're going down, Henderson and Wheeler."

"Goddammit."

"I told you," Wheeler grumbles.

Eddie smiles as you tease the freshmen. "You're a menace."

"But a cute one, right?" You immediately retort. His smile widens and that's all the answer you need.

Eddie Munson was smitten and you? You were starting to realize how seriously cute this boy was as well.

You're not surprised when James is single again, demanding all your attention and practically gluing himself to your side in the following days. But you deal with it- smiling and partially happy to spend some time with your best friend again. Another part of you, however, is annoyed because now the only time you have to talk to Eddie is in between classes. And most of the time, James is there and trying to tug you along to your next class.

One day, the last bell of the day had rung, but you were still stuck inside the school building ten minutes after. You and Robin had been lucky enough to be dropped off in the mornings by Steve Harrington, but you'd been walking home after. Right now, however, there's a thunderstorm raging outside that even the school buses have yet to depart from the parking lot because of it.

"YN?" You startle at your name being called, turning to see Eddie walking up to you. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You smile tiredly at him and then gesture outside the doors. "Just waiting out the storm so I can walk home."

"If you need a ride, I can give you one."

"No, it's okay," you tell him. "I wouldn't want you driving more than what you have to in this weather."

"Come on." He smiles. "This is nothing." Just as the words leave his mouth, a loud rumble of thunder sounds off in the not so far off distance.

You smirk at him. "You were saying?"

"Yeah, yeah. But seriously, driving you is no problem. The sooner you get home, the sooner you can snuggle down and sleep."

Eddie remembering that little tidbit about you- about being sleepy when it's really cold out- makes you melt for some unknown reason. "Fine," you agree with a faint grin. "But if I slip and bust my ass in the parking lot, I'm slashing your tires when you least expect it."

He laughs. "Deal." Then offering you a hand, his eyes practically twinkle. "Now come on. Let's make a break for it."

You groan, smiling all the while, and take his hand. As soon as they're clasped, Eddie is pushing open the door and the two of you are racing towards his van. Running between cars and buses, you and Eddie laugh as the rainwater pelts you, uncaring for the many gazes on you- especially one gaze in particular that's not too happy with your new friendship.

You yelp as lightning strikes nearby, slipping in a puddle, but are lucky enough that Eddie quickly rights you.

You would've been fine, decently wet from the storm, but Eddie fumbles with his keys when he's trying to unlock his van. You scream at him, he laughs even more, and the two of you are soaked to the bone when you finally manage to make it inside his van. You're lucky you left your bag in your locker.

"I hate you."

"You look like an angry wet kitten." You reach across to punch his arm and he laughs when you land the hit. "Okay, okay." He turns his van on, wincing as music blares from his speakers, and then quickly cranks the heater. "Now give me the directions to your house. You need dry clothes asap."

As Eddie drives, you peel out of your hoodie and drop it at your feet. You scoot closer to the vents, letting the hot air dry you off.

Your house isn't too far, but by the time Eddie is parking in front of your house, the rain is really coming down. It's coming down so hard that even the windshield wipers aren't doing anything to help either you or Eddie peer out the window.

"Well shit," he sighs.

"Shit," you agree. Then grinning softly, you glance over to him. "Do you want to hang out here until the storm passes? I don't feel comfortable letting you drive off when you can't even see."

Leaning over his steering wheel, Eddie squints to try and see through the rain with no such luck. "It won't be a problem?"

"Nah. It's just me. My parents are gone for the weekend."

He turns towards you, eyebrows arches. "And what about your brother I've heard about?"

"Lives in the next town over," you say. Lightning strikes too close for comfort and the thunder is so loud that it shakes the van. Eddie's eyes widen and you flinch. "You'd, uh, you'd also be doing me a favor because I'm kind of scared of storms."

"Well why didn't you just say so in the first place."

"Stop smiling at me." You pout at him.

"You're adorable."

"I change my mind. Have fun driving in this shitty weather."

Eddie laughs and promptly kills the engine to his van. You smile, grateful, and then the two of you are waiting for the perfect moment to make yet another break for it- this time aiming for the porch of your house.

"Screw it." Eddie throws open his door and you yelp at his sudden movement, quickly doing the same for yours. After the doors are slammed shut, you chase after him until you're under the safety of the porch. Soaked yet again, Eddie beams. "Please tell me you have your house key."

"Duh." Teeth chattering, you reach into the pocket of your jeans and struggle to get the key out. You're both shivering by the time you make it inside, both heaving a sigh of relief at the warmth that greets you. "Shoes by the door, leather jacket on the rack," you tell him.

"We're gonna get water everywhere," Eddie muses as he glances around the place.

"That's fine. It'll dry." After kicking off your shoes, you gesture for him to follow. You lead him to your room, still shivering and letting him look around. "I, uh, I think my brother left some clothes behind. We can both take hot showers and then I'll toss our stuff into wash."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Cool."

Stumbling into your brother's old room, you go through the chest of drawers to find some clothes for Eddie. Pulling out a pair of boxers, gray sweatpants and a black long sleeve thermal, you head back to your room and hand them over. "There are some towels in the closet in the bathroom. You can take mine while I go shower in my parents' bathroom."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

You grin at him before grabbing a change of clothes for yourself and then show him to the bathroom before hurrying to your parents' bathroom. You let the water run lukewarm after stripping, letting your body slowly adjust to the warmth before letting the water run really hot. You stand under the spray, your trembling limbs eventually stilling, though you still jerk every now and then with the storm raging outside. Then after washing your hair and body, you get out and dress in pajamas and towel dry your hair as best as you can.

By the time you make it back to your room, you find Eddie studying your wall of polaroids. The sweatpants fit him surprisingly well and even though the long sleeve thermal is a little loose on him, he still looks really good in it. You can tell he attempted to dry his own hair, but his hair and bangs are still very damp.

"You got quite the collection of pictures here," he quietly muses.

"Only the best make it to the wall." Seeing as he's still distracted, you grab your polaroid camera from your vanity and get as close as you can to him without startling him just yet. Then holding your camera up to check his image in the viewfinder, you grin, "Come on, Munson. Give me your best smile."

He turns at your words, smile instantly blossoming when he sees the camera. The devil horns he gives himself and tongue out makes you laugh as you press the button to capture the moment. "That's a keeper," he says. "And it better make the wall."

"It definitely will." Taking the picture out, you set it aside so it can develop on its own.

"Good. Now hand the camera over. If you have a picture of me, it's only fair I get one of you."

Your nose wrinkles as you hand him the camera. "Fair, but we're taking it together. I hate taking solo pics. Sit on the edge of the bed."

Eddie happily does as he's told and you crawl onto the bed behind him. Laughing, you wrap your arms around his neck from behind, positioning them lower so his face is still visible. Your head ends up pressed next to his and the two of you flash the biggest smiles ever as he holds the camera out in front of you to snap the pic.

You blink against the flash, still smiling. "Take another. I need one too."

"As you wish, sweetheart."

Eddie quickly snaps another picture and while those two develop on your vanity, you tape up the picture of Eddie by himself onto your wall. His arm slides across the back of your shoulders, pulling you closer to him and admiring his place on the wall when the outside world comes rushing back in. The power flickers and your eyes widen as you whip around to see the wind picking up right outside your window.

"If the power goes out, I'm going to cry."

"Don't worry. I'll protect you from the big bad storm."

You elbow him, huffing at his light teasing. "Shut up and gather your clothes. We need to throw them into the dryer."

You grab your clothes from the bathroom while Eddie grabs his, the two of you then wringing them out as best as you can before leading the way towards the washroom. Your clothes get tossed in and then you hurry towards the living room, grabbing up a blanket from a small hamper of lap blankets your mother kept on the side of the sofa for times you just wanted to snuggle down on the sofa.

"Help yourself to anything," you tell Eddie. "The kitchen should be stocked and the remote is there on the coffee table if you want to watch anything."

He takes your words to heart, raiding the kitchen for snacks and a drink before joining you. You're already curled up in the corner of the sofa, legs curled so Eddie can take a seat on the opposite end. You watch as he makes himself comfortable, reaching for the remote to find something to have as background noise beside the storm still raging outside.

"So why storms?" He eventually asks.

"Hmm?"

"Out of every phobia out there, why thunderstorms?"

You twist your upper body a little so you can face Eddie without uncurling your body. "I used to love them when I was little," you tell him. "But then as I got older, I realized how destructive they could be." Yawning a bit, you pause in your answer. "We had a really bad storm pass through one day and a tornado spun up not far from here. It didn't cause any damage here, but it was close enough to hear as it passed by. Then later that night, we saw how it destroyed the next town over. Been scared of 'em ever since."

Eddie takes a moment to think about it. "Okay, that's fair. The destruction of a tornado does seem terrifying."

Grinning, you reach out with one leg and tap his thigh with your foot. "I didn't say it earlier, but thanks. For staying with me," you then clarify.

"You're welcome." He finishes off the last of his drink, setting the empty can and empty snack bag on the coffee table in front of him. "But if I'm being completely honest here, I also stayed because I live in a trailer and I didn't like the idea of riding this storm out there."

You chuckle. "Oh, I see how it is. You totally stayed for yourself and not because you were being a good friend. Some hero you are, Munson."

Eddie laughs with you, but then a too loud rumble of thunder makes you flinch and curl tighter in on yourself. He places a hand on your foot, rubbing his thumb over your ankle. "So, what's the deal with you and James?"

You tense, his question catching you off guard. "W-What?"

"You and James, sweetheart. I noticed that there's an awful lot of pictures of him on your wall. I was just wondering what the deal was there."

You slowly grin, noticing that Eddie's refusing to make eye contact with you. His gaze is set on your ankle and focused on the rhythm he's tapping against your skin. "He's my friend. And only my friend."

"Are you sure about that?" This time you do turn so you're lying on your back, legs hesitantly stretching out and settling in Eddie's lap. "Because when I first got here, he was all over you and then like a week later he was ignoring you. When I asked about you, I was basically told you were off limits because you and the best friend were something of an unspoken item."

Unable to help it, you bark out a laugh. "First of all, James and I are only friends and will only ever be friends."

"Really? I hear best friends make the best couples." His hands settle on your shin.

Your nose wrinkles. "Eds, I'm going to tell you something that only me, James, and one other friend know about. Okay?"

"Uh, okay."

Taking a breath, you tell Eddie about one of the most embarrassing nights in your life. At least to you it was. "When we first started high school, I had a bit of a crush on James. I thought I kept it under wraps, but apparently another mutual friend of ours found out. So, when we planned a sleepover at my house, she tried to get any information out of James about how he felt about me. He figured the sleepover was a setup and kindly let me down by stating that I wasn't his type."

"Shit."

"Yeah. I liked the kid, but I didn't want to date him," you admit. "Him finding out, however, and letting me down was a bit embarrassing and I had to clear the air that I hadn't planned for him to find out or anything. I think that's what made us close because we both got upset with that friend of ours afterwards."

"So, how'd you go from friends to whatever you guys have going on now?"

"I honestly have no idea. I dated, he dated, and slowly but surely, he started to get all touchy-feely with me. And if I'm being honest, part of me liked the attention."

"As you should. You're a very pretty girl, YN. You should have all the attention on you."

"Shut up." You lightly kick out at him, and he chuckles, grabbing you by the ankle to keep you from kicking him anymore. "Anyway, any feelings I had for him became strictly platonic. And then before we came back to school this year, James had the bright idea to kiss me. When I pushed him away, he then had the bright idea to tell me he was in love with me."

"Fuck," Eddie mumbles.

"Yep. Now it was my turn to politely let him down. Our friendship is a bit strained now, especially since he's trying to pretend like summer didn't happen and continue to try and press his luck with me during the times he's single."

"So, is that why he's been giving me the evil eye?"

"What?" You huff a laugh. When Eddie grins but doesn't refute his question, your smile slowly falls. "I am so sorry."

"It's fine. As long as I'm not stepping on any toes, I'll gladly ignore every jealous glare. I like.. your company," he says, slowly dragging it out as if afraid to admit it.

"Aww." You coo and smirk when Eddie starts to blush, hiding behind his mane of hair. "I like your company as well, Munson."

"Yeah?"

"Yep." When he finally meets your gaze, your heart beats faster as his boyish smile. The moment is ruined, however, when thunder booms and the power flickers, causing you to yelp. He laughs. "But, uh, I'll like it even more if you cuddle me and keep me safe."

"Alright, alright." He pushes your feet off his lap, leaning over and scooting up so that when he lays between your legs and the back of the sofa, his head rests against your abdomen while his arm hugs your legs. "This good?"

"Mhm. Perfect." One hand falls to the back of Eddie's head, fingers delving into his hair and scratching at his scalp. His quiet moan makes you smirk. "Don't fall asleep though. I'm ordering in pizza when this stupid storm passes."

"Sounds good, sweetheart."

Over the weekend, you and Eddie continue to hang out. He had stayed until after midnight Friday night and then called your house phone just after one in the afternoon on Saturday to see what your plans for the day were.

Saturday consisted of hanging out in your room, talking about likes and dislikes. While your taste in music was only somewhat similar, your taste in movies was the same. You ate lunch at your house, but then Eddie decided that the two of you should go out for an adventure (the adventure was surviving his terrible driving) before buying dinner for the both of you and then watching yet another movie at your house.

Sunday found the two of you at Eddie's so he could introduce you to some of his other favorite bands. You had taken your polaroid with you, snapping pictures whenever the mood struck. You got to meet his uncle Wayne when the man was getting up for work, and then you and Eddie pulled some cash together for dinner yet again.

Eddie had a lot more energy than you were used to, but the weekend consisted of laughing and smiles that rarely faded.

All in all, it was a very good weekend that led you and Eddie to realize the mounting tension between the two of you was of the good variety.

Then Monday morning, you're riding in the middle of the backseat of Steve's car as he drives you and Robin to school. Robin's trying to apply some eyeliner in the visor mirror and you're grinning at Steve ranting about his lack of a love life.

"Mhm. Okay. Bummer," Robin drawls which causes Steve to huff. She then turns in her seat, staring at you. "But what I'm more interested in is where you were all weekend?"

"What?"

"You heard me. I called Saturday and Sunday to see if you wanted to hang out, but you never answered."

"Yeah. She even got me to drive her over and you weren't home," Steve says. "So where were you? You weren't with me and you weren't with Robin."

"And we all know you don't hang out with anyone else outside of school, so spill."

"Oh, um.." You trail off, cheeks heating up.

"Are you- are you blushing?" Steve asks incredulously.

"No!"

"You are!" Robin laughs. "Spill it right now, LN! Where were you and who were you with?"

"God you two are so nosy." You huff a short laugh, lightly groaning when Robin continues to stare and Steve keeps stealing glances at you in the rearview mirror. "Fine. I was with Eddie."

Steve frowns, unfamiliar with the name, but Robin's eyes widen. "Munson? You were with Eddie Munson?!"

"Yeah." Your cheeks burn brighter, but you're smiling nonetheless. "He, uh, he drove me home Friday after school and then stayed with me to ride out the storm. Then we just hung out Saturday and Sunday as well."

"Oh my god, you like him!"

"Maybe?" You sink in your seat, hands covering the bottom half of your face as you smile. "He's fun and we have a bit in common."

"Wait a second." Steve quickly glances at you through the mirror again. "I thought you were with James? Aren't you guys like high school sweethearts or something?"

"What?" You scoff. "No."

"Yeah, dingus, get with the program," Robin says while flicking Steve's shoulder. "Something happened and those two are awkward as shit now. No offense," she then tells you with a quick glance.

You laugh. "None taken. It is awkward."

"What happened?" Steve frowns. "You two seemed good together."

"We were good together," you tell him, "but then he had to go and ruin it by kissing me."

Robin whips around in her seat, eyes wide. "He didn't?!"

"He did. And then proceeded to tell me he was in love with me." You chuckle softly.

"And you didn't want that?" Steve asks.

You shrug. "Had this happened two years ago, I'd have been ecstatic," you admit. "But feelings change when his girlfriends get a little too comfortable with the best friend and talk about just how good he is with his tongue."

"Ew." Robin grimaces.

"Yep. And it's also not a good look when his girlfriend is telling you all about his oral skills and then he shows up to school with a cold sore on his lip two days later." Steve laughs as Robin continues to exclaim her disgust and you chuckle in the backseat. "I haven't liked him for a while, but he continues to do shit in hopes of changing my mind or something."

"And now Eddie is in the picture," Robin says.

"He is."

Glancing down at the binder in your lap, you smile at the pictures there behind the plastic cover. You had made a mini collage of your favorite pics of all your friends, but the one dead center is one of you sitting behind Eddie in his bed as he holds his guitar in hand. The both of you are cheesing hard.

You reach forward, holding the binder out so Robin sees. She does and she coos at the picture before zeroing in on the one you had wanted her to see. "Aw. Cute," she says. She shows Steve and you can't help but relax when you see your older friend smile.

You get to school in no time, assuring Steve that you don't need a ride after school since Eddie had already agreed to drive you when he was able to. Your two friends tease you, but then you're sliding out of the backseat and leaving your friends to laugh at their own antics.

And almost as soon as you step through the front doors, James is on you and tucking you under an arm to keep you close. You force a smile, hugging your binder and keeping your hands to yourself as he goes on and on about something he and another mutual friend of yours was talking about before you had showed up. You add input here and there, slowly feeling at unease the more James touches you.

But when you catch Eddie's gaze in the hall and he winks at you, your shoulders slump just a little and you take a deep breath.

You can't wait until the lunch hour rolls around and you can just sit there without being so guarded.

. . . .

With your lunch tray in hand, your gaze darts between two tables- the table you've sat at for years with your usual group of friends and the newly dubbed Hellfire Club table. You know that none of your friends would make a big deal about you sitting elsewhere, with the exception of one person, and before you can make your decision that same person is tugging you by the arm towards your usual table.

"Come on," James says. "What are you waiting for?"

Once upon a time, James was all you could think about- the dark clothing, hair shorn close to his head and lip piercings that made you yearn. But now- now Eddie Munson has taken root in your mind and you're more than a little let down when your feet carry you alongside James without a complaint.

You pick at your food, mind going numb the second James starts going on and on about something while completely ignoring you. Lately this has been pretty typical of him- dragging you away from someone so your attention was solely on him, but then ignoring you in favor of other people so long as he knew you were by his side. But the moment you hear Eddie's name being tossed around, you perk right back up.

"I don't know what you're talking about, man," someone says. "He seems pretty decent. Even has nearly the same interests as us." You smile, grateful that someone else doesn't deem him a freak.

"He doesn't even look like he bathes. Or fuckin' combs his hair," James grumbles.

"Are you serious right now?" You frown, turning to stare at your best friend. "What the hell did Eddie do to you to garner this dick-ish attitude?"

"Oh it's Eddie, is it?" His eyes roll and you tense up at his tone, the rest of the table's occupants falling silent. "What? Is he your new best friend now? He gives you one ride and you're ready to fall to your knees?"

A beat passes and then.. "Fuck. You." The words are spoken quietly, but the table hears you loud and clear. James startles and looks at you with slightly widened eyes. He opens his mouth to retort, but you shake your head and push back quickly from the table. Your chair screeches and the people around you glance up to see what the disruption is all about. "You know I am allowed to have more friends, right? You're not my fucking keeper."

"I didn't-"

"You did," you say, cutting him off. You've dealt with his possessive behavior long enough and you're done. You're so done. "All these years, my attention has been solely focused on you because you are my best friend, but you're only my best friend," you remind him. "So whatever this is," you gesture wildly between the two of you, "stops now. You do not get to dictate who I spend my time with and you sure as hell don't get to speak down on Eddie because you saw him give me a ride home."

James' jaw clenches and his gaze suddenly hardens. "But it's more than that, isn't it? Don't think I didn't hear about you and your new friend being out and about all around town this weekend."

"So what!" You practically shout. "If Eddie was even remotely attracted to me and wanted to date me, he's allowed to! And I'm allowed to say yes or no to him because you are only a friend. I do not have to cater to your feelings."

"Hey, freaks, keep it down! Some of us are trying to eat in peace," you hear someone shout.

Glancing around and still very much heated, your gaze lands on Jason Carver who's laughing and high fiving his basketball friends. "Oh shut up, bible humper!"

One of your friends snorts. "It's bible thumper."

"Oh I said exactly what I meant," you say. Then smirking cruelly, you glance back at a slowly reddening Jason. "Cum on any more bibles lately, Carver?"

As the lunch room explodes with laughter and shocked gasps, hands grab onto your shoulders. "And that's enough for today." You're amped up to tell whoever it is to fuck off, but Robin's amused expression instantly makes you calm. She marches you out of the cafeteria and into the student parking lot before releasing you. When you turn around, she finally explodes with laughter of her own. "What the hell was that back there?"

"I don't know." You groan, finally letting yourself relax some. "James was talking shit about Eddie and I just lost it. He's jealous and I'm just- I'm over it. He needs to be too."

Robin continues to giggle and eventually you join her. Then as the giggles taper off, she asks, "So what was that about Jason you said back there?"

Immediately, you snort. "Uh, I might have busted him jerking off in the confessional." Her nose scrunches in disgust. "He had a bible in hand and well.. he came. All over the good Lord's sermon."

"Oh my god. I didn't- I shouldn't have asked!"

"Asked what?" The question makes you jerk in surprise and you turn around to see a sheepish Eddie walking up. "Hey, sweetheart, you good?"

"Perfect." You lazily smile at him.

"And that's my cue to go," Robin says. As she passes you by, she squeezes your arm while winking at you.

Sighing, you wait until she's out of earshot to say, "That girl does not have a subtle bone in her body."

"She really doesn't," Eddie muses. The two of you share a laugh and then he's slowly opening his arms as an invite when he sees just how done you are with the day. You sigh and readily step closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and hiding your face against his chest. His arms wrap around your shoulders, cocooning you in his embrace. "Now answer me honestly. Are you really good?"

"Now I am," you mumble. "I don't think I can go back inside after that."

"Of course you can. Hardly anyone was talking about you and James. Everyone was still laughing about the bible humper comment on my way out."

"Ugh." You groan, laughing. "That was bitchy of me to say in front of everyone. And to rip into James like that."

"Hey. Nope. None of that," Eddie says. He pulls back, hands cupping either side of your neck as his thumbs rub against your jawline. "You stood up for yourself. Never apologize for that."

"Yeah, but-"

"Nope. I don't wanna hear it." Your lips twitch at his adamancy and he slowly grins. "But what we can talk about is the fact that you don't think I'm even remotely attracted to you. FYI, sweetheart, I am. And you should know that after we spent the entire weekend together."

Cheeks blushing, you shrug. "I didn't want to assume and embarrass myself further."

"Assume away." Eddie's smirk makes you giggle and then your heart pound when his gaze drops to your lips. His grip on you slightly tightens as he lowers his face towards you, but he stops mere inches from your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

Your cheeks burn hotter and you groan, eyes falling shut. "No."

"I- what?"

"It's just-" Your eyes open and you laugh at his confusion, grabbing his wrists to make sure he doesn't go far. "I'm stoked that you paused to ask for consent, but also very annoyed."

"Why?"

"Because if I know the kiss is coming, I get awkward and shy," you whine. Eddie blinks and then starts to laugh, letting his forehead rest against yours. "So just let it be known that from here on out you can kiss me whenever you want. Just not right now because I know it's coming and I just- it's weird."

"You're weird," Eddie reiterates. And then before you can say anything, he closes what little distance there is between your lips for a quick peck. "But that's what I like about you. We can be weirdos together." As he puts a little distance between you, he smirks and holds a hand out to you. "Now come on. I think after the spectacle you made in the cafeteria, we deserve the rest of the day off. We'll pick up a pizza and crash in your room."

"Food and snuggles," you muse while slipping your hand into his. "You really know how to turn a girl on."

Eddie trips over his own foot on the way towards his van and you cackle at him. "Jesus Christ woman. You can't say stuff like that to me."

You grin at him. "Get used to it, babe. You haven't heard anything yet."

[myfeelsaboutships]

Steve is constantly visiting Max and Eddie in the hospital and starts making himself useful. His job has burned down (for the second time!) and when one of the nurses mentions that the hospital is in dire need of help after the “earthquake”, he takes a job as an orderly.

He doesn’t love wearing a uniform at work again, although it’s better than Scoops.

He charms all the nurses and he’s good with the patients, but he quickly proves himself more than a babysitter. Steve has nerves of steel, and he’s not bothered by blood or any other fluid the hospital has in store for him.

Steve eventually gets training in emergency medicine (it feels sometimes like he’s been training for years already, since ‘83.)

His parents aren’t proud, but Steve is (finally) proud of himself, for once. He’s helping people and protecting people, and it feels right.

Hopper and Joyce and Wayne are immensely proud (and aren’t shy about mentioning it), and Eddie is always there to comfort Steve when he loses someone or has a bad day.

[thevulturesquadron]

Tbh, Eddie has such poltergeist energy.

Wayne is used to him, but imagine Steve's learning curve after Eddie moves in (it just happens slowly and with no conversation) and Steve keeps finding opened doors and cupboards everywhere. Mugs all over the house, including in the bathroom, ashtray in the bathtub, blankets hanging on doors, plates under armchairs, his cologne on a shelf in the living-room.

'That damned notebook that had all my notes for the new campaign' goes missing for three whole agonizing days. As much as Eddie insists on it being in an obvious place, Steve comes across it while looking for some frozen pizza: tucked between a box of pepperoni and some long forgotten peas.

He says nothing, just grabs things and puts them in their place or just tells Eddie where he can find them. How could he say anything when for the first time his house looks and feels lived in.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

PROMPT LIST • REQUESTS CLOSED

STRANGER THINGS STEVE HARRINGTON EDDIE MUNSON THE MARAUDERS REMUS LUPIN SIRIUS BLACK

OUTER BANKS JJ MAYBANK

[lunaraindrop]

I can't get this scene out of my head.

Eddie, who really really cares what Dustin thinks about him, decides that he wants no secrets from him.

He comes out, slightly fearful of what his younger friend and protégé will think of him.

Eddie: Dustin, I'm gay.

And Dustin? Totally cool with it. Happy that Eddie told him. Takes it all in stride...but for only thirty seconds.

His eyes widen. He shoots a look towards Eddie that is part horror, part exasperation, and part resignation.

Dustin: Eddie, did you fall in love with Steve?!

Eddie is, of course, completely freaked out. This whole conversation honestly had nothing to do with Steve. It was Eddie trying to be open and honest with his friend.

But...

Well, Eddie would flounder. He would try to say something along the lines of love being a very strong word, and he didn't tell Dustin this huge thing about himself because of Steve fucking Harrington.

But Dustin sees through the bullshit.

Dustin: *sigh* You fell in love with Steve, didn't you?

And Eddie?

Gives the fuck up, and admits it.

Eddie: ...yeah. I fell in love with Steve fucking Harrington.

Dustin would be so supportive, while also giving him hell for being just like most of the girls in the town, (and apparently some of the guys)

Eddie would bemoan, wax poetic, and completely blame Steve for being such a good, loving, protective son of a bitch.

All of this would lead to Dustin being a matchmaker.