#ex boyfriend!eddie

[ameliora-j]

dial drunk by noah kahan x post malone except it’s ex boyfriend!eddie x reader

he’s shit faced in the back of the police car after speeding through a red light trying to get you to pick up your phone. he’s pleading with the cops, his eyes rimmed red as tears streak down his cheeks. “i beg you sir, just let me call i’ll give you my blood alcohol, i’ll rot with all the burnouts in the cell.”

and the officer is telling him how serious this charge is, that he doesn’t get a phone call and he has to spend a night in the cell and pay a DUI fine. and so he pleads some more, “i’ll change my faith i’ll praise the flag, just wait i swear she’ll call me back.”

and officer what’s his face is raising a brow as he gazes down at eddie asking “son, are you a danger to yourself?”

and eddie becomes more passionate, more tearful—needier. “fuck that, sir just let me call. i’ll give you my blood alcohol i’ll rot with all the burnouts in the cell. i’ll change my faith, i’ll kiss the badge. just wait, i swear she’ll call me back”

so the officer asks him “son, why do you do this to yourself?” even though he didn’t like when they threw him in the car, he immediately gave your name as his emergency phone call. when it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up.

and all eddie can answer is “i’d dial drunk, i’d die a drunk, i’d die for her…”

[queenimmadolla]

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Eddie stared out of the window of the van, cigarette held to his lips as he took a deep drag, ash, crumbling down onto his pants.

He was parked outside of The Hideout. Had been for a couple of minutes now. There were only four other cars in the makeshift dirt parking lot, one of which was yours.

You were the reason why he was here in the first place. Had been running away from him the whole day, not that he’d been chasing you. Eddie had been avoiding you, too.

Until you’d walked into the diner, earlier tonight, and seen him with his friends and another band. You’d immediately walked out and while he hadn’t gone after you then, Eddie knew a talk was needed.

You hadn’t been at your house, hadn’t been with your friends and he just so happened to pass by the bar when he spotted your car.

Exhaling the nicotine cloud out the window, Eddie rolled it up and stepped out of the van, dropping the cigarette to the ground and putting it out with his shoe as he stared at the neon sign flashing in front of the entrance.

Eddie had a bad feeling about this but he couldn’t say he’d had a whole lot of good ones in the last couple of months.

He trudged forward, pushing the heavy wooden door open. There were hardly any occupants, a band of teenagers he didn’t recognize playing on the stage, reminding him of Corroded Coffin’s earlier days.

There was a couple in a corner booth, a few stragglers in the tables near the stage and Eddie found you at the bar, perched on a stool with your chin in your hands and a shot glass in front of you.

He swallowed, tucking his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket for the short walk towards you. 

You didn’t stir when he sat next to you, didn’t even glance up at him. Your big eyes housed a sadness that made something in him ache, the corners of your lips just slightly turned down.

He shifted in his seat, prying his hands out of his pockets to rap his knuckles against the bar top, rifling through his brain to come up with something, anything to say.

“What’s your poison?” he finally asked, jutting his chin towards the full shot glass in front of you.

You didn’t respond, still staring at all the bottles lining the back of the wall, but not really taking them in. Acted like he wasn’t there.

So, Eddie reached forward and took your glass, bringing it up to his nose for a whiff, “Tequila. Nice choice, your stomach is─”

“I think we should take a break.”

You whispered it so quietly that Eddie almost hadn’t heard you. Almost.

He was shocked, mouth parted slightly as he felt his blood run cold.

You finally looked at him, head barely turning and the pain in your gaze was enough to hurt Eddie, have tears lining his own eyes.

Your eyes were red, having already cried your heart out while you drove mindlessly around town after you’d walked into your favorite diner to see Eddie with his other life, his bandmates you were familiar with, other people you weren’t and his arm around a girl who wasn’t you.

Bleach blonde with deep blue eye who fit his aesthetic, looked like she belonged with him. 

The realization hit you hard, not because you hadn't seen it coming, but because it had always been just a couple of paces behind you since Eddie had committed to music.

He’d started touring around the area, then out of state. It wasn’t so bad at first, he’d call and he was still your mushy boyfriend, then suddenly the calls became less frequent, until you barely got them. 

And the drugs. Eddie started using more, relying on them. When he did come home, he was usually passed out,  if he wasn’t hanging out with anyone who wasn’t you.

You fought a lot. Not just arguments, it was yelling and screaming and tears and doors slamming with feelings hurt.

Having him home didn’t feel like you thought it would. You were lonelier and sadder than ever and he was just on the other side of the bed.

What you’d seen today was just the topping on the shitty cake.

“I’m so sad, Eddie.” You stated, a hot tear trailing down your cheek and slipping under your chin. You didn’t bother wiping it, not when you knew more would come, “I’m so sad because I miss you so much and you’re right here.”

“We can work on it, baby. I love─” He tried, breath hitching but you squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your lips together to try to keep from full on bawling again because you needed to say this.

“I know, Eddie. I know you love me. And I love you. I love you so much. I want to marry you, I want to have your babies, I want to be with you all the time. But we’re not good for each other right now, Eds. I love you so much it hurts. Love isn’t supposed to hurt, not like this.”

Eddie was upset, too. While his tears had yet to leak, they flooded his eyes and you were surprised his waterline could even keep them at bay. He looked like he was in agony.

“No, baby, we can fix this. We can—therapy. We can do therapy. I’m sorry I made you feel like this but we can─”

“It’s not just you, Eddie. I know I don’t make you happy.” It killed you to say it outloud, your worst fear and something he’d reassured you would never be possible. That had been when the two of you were younger and naive enough to think love could save anything, that love was enough. If that  was true, the world would be a much better place.

But it wasn’t. Because love isn't enough. Love couldn’t save your relationship with Eddie. 

Maybe you could.

“That’s not true─”

“Eddie,” Your eyes pleaded with him not to lie to you to save your already wounded heart and he squeezed his eyes shut, fingers rubbing at them and smearing the wetness around his eyelashes.

It’d be easy to paint Eddie as the villain, the downfall, but it’d be a lie. You didn’t make him happy anymore, just like he didn’t make you happy. You couldn’t imagine how annoying all your pestering was, the equivalent of a boyfriend blowing up the phone of some club you were at while out on the town with your girls, having the time of your life.

Eddie couldn’t enjoy the fast life and wild nights with his friends because you were constantly worried, constantly leaving messages for him at hotels and when you were with him, you were so in your head that you also weren’t present with him. Not fully enjoying any of his concerts or the after parties he’d take you to, and you picked fights just as much as he did. 

Eddie was entitled, and had earned the right to enjoy the scene he’d clawed his way into. You were upset because you didn’t fit into it, just like he didn’t seem to fit into your life anymore. You knew nothing was going on with that girl you’d seen him have his arm around at the diner, she was probably a part of the other band he was with. Should he have put himself in that situation? Probably not. Should you have let the man who bought you that shot talk you up? Probably not. Probably shouldn’t have flirted back with him because you were vulnerable, regardless of how coy and innocent it had seemingly been. Eddie was vulnerable, too.

You were both just unfortunate victims to circumstance. 

“I know I don’t make you happy anymore. It’s okay. I call you all the time when you’re away, even when I know you’re not up to anything because I’m lonely. We don’t even really talk when I do. And I’m lonely when you’re with me, too. Now, we don’t talk when you’re away or here. And sometimes that makes me feel happy, relieved. I know you feel the same way, Eddie. It’s okay.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, silently weeping against his palms because you were right. All the two of you did lately was fight, be it passive aggressively or not, and avoid each other. Couldn’t fight if you weren’t talking, it was a relief to know neither of you was actively hurting each other with harsh words and accusations. Eddie never wanted to hurt you. He loved you.

“So, let’s just take a break, okay? See what it is we really want. I know this sucks, but I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at this. It’s life and it sucks, but there’s not much else we can do unless we want to keep forcing this until we hate each other. I don’t want to hate you. I don’t want to hate us.”

“I love you,” he croaked out, pulling his face from his hands to reveal red eyes with tear trails staining his cheeks, “I love you so much, I want to marry you, too, and I want you to have my babies and I want to wake up to you every day of my life.”

Your smile was a watery one and you knew if you stayed any longer, you’d stay. And you and Eddie would have a ticking clock over your heads, a deadline, a guaranteed end to your relationship in a big, fiery ball of resentment and hatred.

So, you wiped your face, gathered your bag and stood up. You took Eddie’s face in your hands and pressed the most tender kiss to his wet cheek, allowing your lips to linger as your heart begged you to stay, to feed into each other’s misery, let it all fall apart and watch if it meant you still got to be Eddie’s girl.

Another tear fell from your eye, though it landed on Eddie’s skin instead of yours.

“I love you, Eddie. I hope someday it’ll be enough. It’s just not right now, baby.”

You pressed your forehead against his, the two of you crying together for a moment before you pulled away, “Take care of yourself, Eds, okay?” 

Your thumb wiped some of his tears away and you gave him one last smile before you went for the door.

Eddie watched you until you were gone, and he stared at the door long after.

It was only when the bartender made a last call announcement that he stirred, downing your shot before he crept out of the bar, fully intent on grieving for the rest of the night, the rest of his life.

[afewproblems]

Season Two Halloween AU Part Ten (Final Part)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

Thank you to Jess @strangersteddierthings for your encouragement and kind words, and to all of you that have been following along with this story. Thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy the final installment!

***

It doesn't take much to get Dustin on board, especially given the little shits ego.

Nancy and Eddie manage to catch him outside during lunch period the following day, next to the bike racks. With Hawkins Middle just a block away from the highschool, it's easy to make their way over.

"Called it, I totally called it," Dustin preens with a wide grin, Eddie holds back the urge to roll his eyes.

Nancy levels Dustin with an unimpressed glare as she crosses her arms.

"It's not too late, we could make this work without him," Nancy says dryly, and Eddie has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing at the way Dustin's mouth drops open as he looks between Nancy and Eddie with a stricken expression.

"No, wait!" Dustin says, his voice pitched high with panic, "I want to help!" 

"Steve is a good guy, he helped my mom with the groceries last week because she had to work late," the kid continues, his voice softer now.

"I can tell he's sad, when he thinks you aren't looking at him, mom had the same thing after my dad left". 

Dustin looks up at Eddie now, a wary suspicion in his eyes, "he's been like that since the last time I covered for you," he throws long exaggerated finger quotes around the word, 'covered' as he openly glares at Eddie.

"What did you say to him before the tunnels?" Dustin demands fiercely, and even Nancy turns to look at Eddie with a questioning tilt to her head.

Frustration courses through his chest now, hot and bubbling, he has to take a deep breath to keep from yelling. 

As if Eddie hasn't been asking himself that very question, as if he hasn't been turning that moment over and over in his mind, trying to find the moment, the words, responsible for Steve's distance.

"Dustin," Nancy says sharply, "this is not the time--"

"What are you talking about," Dustin turns to Nancy, gesturing at Eddie who bristles, "we're making a plan and that should include what not to say this time."

"This was a stupid idea," Eddie bites out, turning on his heel, his ears are warm under his hair and he can feel the angry flush slowly make its way down his neck, he takes three steps before a hand catches his elbow, halting his path.

"Okay Dustin knock it off," Nancy says quietly, her head on a swivel, watching for any lunchtime stragglers lingering around them or teachers on supervision. 

Satisfied that no one seems to be watching their conversation, she turns back to Eddie and squeezes his elbow one last time before letting her hand drop away, "and you, calm down, we're all here because we want the same thing".

"Well, some of us more than others," Dustin pipes up, wiggling his eyebrows at Eddie who wants to sink into the concrete. 

"Dustin," Nancy bites out between her teeth, "Mike said the Snowball is in two days, think you could get Steve to take you?"

Dustin scrunches his nose as he looks at Nancy, "are you kidding," he scoffs, "all I have to do is tell my mom Steve offered to take me and she'll call him to thank him, he'll have no choice but to agree like it was his idea". 

Nancy blinks once at Dustin and Eddie can't help but stare at the little monster's face as he grins up at the two of them. It's honestly a good plan given what Eddie knows of Steve, and even Nancy begins to nod slowly.

"Okay, then your job," Nancy turns to Eddie now, "is to surprise him here when he arrives at the dance, Dustin's right".

Nancy doesn't look at the little twerp as she says it but nearly rolls her eyes at the triumphant laugh that bursts forth from the kid.

"An ambush is probably the best way to catch him, and Eddie," Nancy turns to fully face him and reaches out to squeeze his arm with small hands, "just…be gentle with Steve, as much as you can".

"Are we all clear on the plan then?" She asks, taking a step back towards the sidewalk path leading back to the school. 

"Yes mom," Eddie huffs, shooting Dustin a matching grin as Nancy sighs loudly.

"Just be here for seven," she says tightly before turning in her heel and stalking off towards the highschool.

"She's pretty intense hey?" Eddie says, turning back to the kid, he trails off at the scowl Dustin gives him in response.

"Nance is cool and has a gun, I wouldn't mess with her and I wouldn't mess with Steve if I were you," Dustin scoffs, taking a step closer.

Eddie swallows roughly at the sudden proximity, looking around the school yard for any stragglers making their way back to class. 

"Keep your voice down you little shit," he hisses, reaching out to pull Dustin farther away from the bike rack and the double front doors. He tries not to let the news of Nancy's weapon cache fluster him but Dustin must see something in Eddie's expression if the sudden smug grin is anything to go by.

"I'm just saying, you're new to the party and we protect each other, so if you're just looking to mess with him--"

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hisses, bringing his hands up to his eyes. He presses his fingers in until his vision explodes in a kaleidoscope of stars and counts to five, breathing deeply through his nose.

"I'm only going to say this one more time, so tell your little party because I ain't doing another shovel talk from someone whose voice hasn't even dropped".

Eddie ignores the squawk Dustin makes as he lowers his hands, "I just want to talk to Steve and see where this goes, I am not getting my hopes up that this is all gonna be 'Happily Ever After' or some shit, and you shouldn't either".

Eddie watches as Dustin frowns skeptically and has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from rolling his eyes.

"But I swear, I'm not messing with him, okay?" 

Dustin stares at Eddie for what feels like an age, saying nothing. His gaze is anything but warm, it feels like he's being analyzed and he wishes that Nancy were still here to absorb some of the strange attention the kid has focused on him.

Eddie is about to tell him to forget it, to storm off back to the highschool when Dustin finally utters a simple, "okay". 

It throws Eddie off for a moment, he stands in the patchy November worn grass, shivering in the harsh wind, mouth opening and closing in surprise.

"That's it?" He asks faintly, watching as Dustin swings his backpack off his shoulder and unzips it. He reaches in and pulls out a bright yellow walkie talkie and holds it out to Eddie expectantly.

"The party frequency is 467.5625," Dustin says as Eddie takes the device. 

He looks from the walkie in his hands to Dustin and scoffs, "you expect me to remem--"

"Channel eight then, Jesus," the kid huffs out, "don't make me take it back, this is a big deal Munson, you're one of us now". 

Eddie holds back a smile but it's a near thing. 

It feels strange, the warmth in his chest at the words. It shouldn’t feel as big as it does, but the heavy walkie in his hands feels like acceptance, something Eddie has always insisted that he never needed. He had Wayne, he had Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin, what did it matter if the other teens gave him a wide berth in the halls, or if teachers assumed the worst of him without evidence. 

But as Eddie taps the walkie onto the palm of his left hand, that feeling of warmth grows until it travels up his throat into a sudden lump that chokes his words. 

Fuck. 

Eddie blinks away the burning sting in his eyes once, twice, before lowering himself into a bow to hide the moisture he knows is just a split second from becoming a very evident problem. 

Dustin steps back in surprise as Eddie coughs to hide the waver in his voice.

"I uh, humbly accept your invitation and will endeavor to assist with all future quests, even upon pain of death or dismemberment oh noble bard".

Eddie lets a small laugh loose as he stands back up to his full height, grinning at the delighted giggle Dustin makes, even as the kid loudly insists that he's actually an Artificer, duh.

"Could've fooled me with that inspired speech dude," Eddie shakes his head and begins making his way back towards the highschool, letting gravity take him down the small hill towards the trees with heavy steps. He feels lighter now than he has in a while.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

"Wait!"

The sound of quick steps and crunching dead leaves announces Dustin before Eddie can even turn to face Hawkins Middle.

He skids to a stop at the bottom of the hill, breathing heavily with a wild grin on his small face.

"I know we have a plan already, but I think I have an even better idea," he breathes out, nearly vibrating in excitement.

"Better than Wheelers?" Eddie says, raising his eyebrow and slowly crossing his arms over his chest, careful not to drop the walkie in the grass.

"It's genius," Dustin insists, "trust me".

***

It was not genius.

It is in fact the stupidest thing that Eddie has ever done.

Including the time he skipped school to climb the tallest tree in Mirkwood on a dare and ended up breaking his collarbone after falling ten feet.

But, Eddie supposes, this is exactly what happens when one listens to a thirteen year old.

Maybe this was how all urban legends started, as unsolicited advice from snarky little pre-teens with more confidence than common sense.

All of a sudden, you end up stowed away in the back of a car trying your damnedest to keep quiet so as not to tip off the driver.

Who you happen to be eavesdropping on. Again.

Fourth time's the charm after all.

Eddie tries to stay as still as he can, crouched down in the back of Steve's Beemer. How the hell did those Urban Legend serial killers make this seem so easy, Eddie thinks as they manage to hit yet another pothole, jostling his position behind Dustin's seat. Eddie's heart beat feels incredibly loud in his ears as he holds his breath between his teeth.

He wonders belatedly just what Hopper would do if he drove past them now and tries to swallow the sudden anxiety that clings to his throat.

"Remember," Steve interrupts Eddie's thoughts with his insistent tone, "you don't care, you're as cool as a cucumber, you let everything roll off your back," Steve says as the sound of the turn signal begins, the rhythmic tick tock keeping pace with his words.

"Like a duck?" Dustin asks from the passenger seat and Eddie has to fight to keep the snort that threatens to break free from his nose.

"Uh, I guess, just, look," Steve sighs as they slow down for a light if the red glow is any indication, "you don't want to come on too strong, what happens when you come on too strong?"

"It blows up in your face," Dustin says quietly as Steve speaks in unison with him, slapping the steering wheel once with the flat of his palm, making Eddie flinch in the back. 

God. Is that what Steve thinks he did?

"Exactly, Henderson, you got it! So what are you?"

"Cool as a cucumber," Dustin repeats, this time with more conviction in his voice and Eddie hopes the kid is a better actor than he thought because that is not the lesson he wants him taking away from this evening.

"Because you don't care," Steve says again, tapping the steering wheel with each word for emphasis and Eddie can hear the grin in his voice as he shifts in the driver's seat. 

"I don't care," Dustin repeats again, though in a much colder voice than before, and suddenly Eddie knows if Dustin could see him now, he'd be staring daggers at him.

Eddie rolls his eyes, he's not going to take the blame for every single word and feeling coming out of Steve's mouth and it isn't fair of Dustin to heap all of it on Eddie.

"You look like a million bucks, go get em tiger," Steve says gently as the car comes to a gentle halt. There's a fondness in his voice that Eddie hasn't heard before. 

He's never had a sibling either, but Eddie imagines that this is exactly how it would feel, witnessing their firsts, cheering them on as they head into the unknown. Being their protector from the things that go bump in the night, even if that thing was as small as a first heartbreak. 

God. King Steve just had to be a secret sweetheart didn't he?

Not that it was really much of a secret, Eddie thinks as Dustin opens the passenger door and hops out of the car--

Oh shit. 

Oh shit.

He had been so engrossed in the conversation he'd been eavesdropping on, yet again, that Eddie had forgotten to sneak out.

He had even kept the back passenger door open, ever so slightly, to avoid the sound of it alerting Steve when he made his escape at the same time as Dustin. Then all they had to do was line up their doors closing at the exact same time and Steve would be none the wiser.

Oh God, he really did it, Eddie really listened to a thirteen year old and expected the plan to work.

And what's worse, he's the one that had fucked it up and now, he's trapped.

Eddie takes a deep breath through his nose and releases it as slowly as he can through his mouth. It feels as though an elephant is seated on his chest and his lungs can't quite keep up with the weight as his ribcage slowly begins to cave in. 

He has to get out, he has to run, he has to get out, he can't be caught in here, he can't ruin this again.

He starts at a sudden tapping on the window and holds his breath as Steve leans over from the driver's side towards his passenger door.

"Dustin?" Steve huffs as he moves back into place, his arm stops to rest on the passenger door just above Eddie's legs hidden in the darkness of the back seat.

"Steve! I, uh, forgot something, in the back," Dustin's voice is slightly strangled as he stumbles through the explanation for his sudden reappearance, "uh, my backpack!"s in days with their plan in place.

"Okay," Steve says slowly, drawing out the second syllable as he drops his hand from the passenger seat, "let me look--"

"No!" Dustin barks out, leaning further into the vehicle, from the new angle Eddie can see the panic on his young face. 

"Dustin? What--" Steve huffs as the kid climbs back into the front seat, grabbing Steve's arms and forcing him to continue facing forward.

And perhaps it's the absolute ridiculousness of the situation that makes Eddie laugh, the look on Dustin's face, or the confusion in Steve's voice, but he can't help but contain the loud snort that bursts forth from the back seat. 

Shit.

Eddie's heart drops into the floor of the vehicle beneath him as Steve and Dustin both freeze. 

It's like time stands still for an eternity, though snow begins to slowly fall outside the Beemer and the far off buzzing of music and laughter continues to emanate from the school gymnasium. 

Eddie moves first, lifting his hands to cover his face as he slowly sits up. He presses his fingers harshly into his eyes until a kaleidoscope of stars and fireworks appear in the darkness, before lifting them slightly to move into his hair and pulling at the roots. Eddie keeps his eyes closed as he hears a sharp intake of breath and movement from the driver's seat. 

"Eds? Dustin, what is going on, what are you doing here?" Steve says, his voice growing louder with each word until Eddie opens his eyes. 

Steve is staring at him, his large hazel eyes are wide and his brows have pinched in the middle, cutting creases across his forehead. He looks at Dustin before turning back to Eddie again, the frown on his face slowly morphing into a sneer. 

"Figures," Steve breathes out before turning to Dustin once more, "you two planned this?"

Dustin has the decency to at least wince at the accusation, "it's not like that--"

"Just," Steve cuts the kid off, the word harsh, almost a snarl before Steve deflates, sinking back into the driver's seat and letting his head drop back onto the headrest. 

He breathes out long and slow through his nose before continuing in a much softer, tired voice, "go to the dance Henderson". 

Dustin opens his mouth to rail against the dismissal, to stop whatever train of thought has run through Steve's mind, but Eddie beats him to it.

"Dustin," Eddie sighs, dropping his hands away from his hair to his lap, "let me take my lumps man, go".

Dustin makes a noise that seems to be a cross between a curse and a growl, his expression venomous, before he steps back and closes the passenger door with a loud metalic bang.

Eddie vaguely remembers Dustin and Nancy's threat and the guns she supposedly owns and suppresses a shudder. 

One problem at a time.

Eddie hauls himself into the back seat and groans at the rush of pins and needles dotting along his arms as he moves into a normal position once more. He rubs his hands along his arms and legs, wincing at how loud he is in the absolute silence of the car.

Steve isn't looking at him, his face pressed in between his hands at 11 and 1 on the steering wheel. 

"So," Steve mutters after a beat, startling Eddie as he sits back up from the wheel, "you were listening to me. Spying. Again." 

"Steve," Eddie starts, only for the other man to continue on as though he hasn't heard him.

"The only thing I can't figure out is why?"

Steve turns in his seat to look at Eddie, his face carefully blank now but for the slight downward pull at the left corner of his mouth. The bruises from Billy's recent beatings have faded to a sallow yellow and even the collection of cuts from the shattered ashtray have begun to scab over. 

The sight makes Eddie ache.

"Did Tommy put you up to this?" Steve interrupts Eddie's thoughts, his stare unwavering.

"What?" Eddie whispers, horrified, "what are you talking about?"

"You, you keep," Steve's voice rises slightly, a hysterical edge begins to creep in as his breathing quickens, "inserting yourself into my shit, you--I told you that I," Steve swallows heavily and blinks, his hazel eyes shine in the glow of the streetlight.

"Tommy is the only one who knows about me, so--so whatever he's got you doing," Steve sucks in another short breath, it's wet at the edges and Eddie feels his chest tighten as Steve's voice wavers.

"Steve--"

"You know what," Steve hisses as he reaches down to tug the keys out of the ignition, his breathing still slightly erratic, "just don't".

Eddie watches, frozen, as Steve wrenches the driver's door open and throws himself out of the vehicle, slamming the door shut behind him.

Eddie sits in silent shock for a moment, as though his limbs have filled up with sand, holding him in place, before he manages to scramble towards his own door.

"Steve!" He shouts, wincing as he slams the car door behind him, prompting several kids and parents walking into the middle school behind them to look in curiosity.

He catches a glimpse of a maroon sweater darting into the trees. 

Gotcha. 

Eddie hurries after him, cursing Dustin's insistence that, 'with this plan you won't need a coat, there's no waiting outside at all!'

He tamps down the hot feeling of irritation creeping up his chest and into his throat. It's a ridiculous night, first spent crouched into the back of a car and now traipsing through the woods to what? 

Chase after someone who clearly wants nothing to do with him? Who has been purposefully avoiding him since that night in the tunnels. 

Nancy and Dustin had it wrong, this was stupid. 

What was he thinking going along with their batshit plan --not that Nancy deserved credit for the car thing, that was all Henderson. 

Eddie pushes a branch out of his path and steps over a snow covered log, cursing the fact that he can feel the chill creeping into his toes through the thin canvas of his converse sneakers. The shoes also have little traction in the fresh snow that seems to be coming down even harder now as the night goes on.

As if to prove a point Eddie slips on a wet patch of leaves and swears at the sudden pain in his back as he struggles to keep upright.

He's breathing hard, puffs of frozen breath billow out and away from him in the cool night air

'Be gentle with him,' Nancy had said, as if she knew this would happen. As if she knew Steve would run the first chance he could and Eddie would follow.

He shakes his head and takes a deep breath, letting it in and out, allowing the frustration and anger from the last few days flow out with each breath.

"Steve," Eddie shouts as he finally catches a glimpse of maroon and tawny hair through the thicket, "just stop, man!"

Steve halts, halfway over a fallen log, but doesn't turn around.

Eddie ducks under another branch and into the small break in the trees that Steve is in. He can see the way the other man's shoulders rise and fall rapidly in the meager moonlight but whether from panic or exertion, Eddie can't tell.

"Steve," Eddie says as he takes another wary step forward, as though approaching a wild animal.

"You promised we'd talk," Eddie tries to swallow around the sudden lump in his throat, "was that a lie?" 

Steve says nothing still, though he turns his face just enough that Eddie can make out his profile in the low light.

Eddie sighs heavily, sliding a shaking hand through his hair, "what would Tommy want with the town freak anyway, he'd be more likely to put sugar in my gas tank than talk to me about anything, Steve".

"So," Eddie breathes out slowly, feeling his heart rate begin to climb as he prepares to take the leap, "rewind a bit, and catch me up on just what is going on in that head of yours sweetheart".

He sees the moment the words register in the way Steve stiffens, the way he slowly turns towards Eddie, his face pale and his eyes wide.

"You…you've called me that before, in the car," Steve says slowly, in fits and starts, "I thought it was a dream". 

Eddie takes another step closer, watches as Steve traces his movement with wary eyes.

"I think that was the most scared I have ever been in my life Steve, I thought you were dead, and it made me realize something," he swallows heavily, it feels like glass all the way down. 

"I was an idiot," Eddie whispers, his breath floats away in the cold November air as he shivers, "and didn't understand what you were trying to tell me at the Byers".

Steve winces slightly and nods, he opens his mouth to say something but Eddie beats him to it.

"IthinkyourNonnawasontosomethingSteve," the words tumble out in a long nearly unintelligible string, "I want to be in your life, whatever that means, however you'll have me," his lungs stutter slightly as Eddie takes a deep steadying breath.

Steve's head tilts slightly to the left as he regards Eddie with a infuriating black expression, his eyes searching Eddie's own.

"As friends?" Steve says slowly. There's a leading note to his voice that Eddie tries not to wince at.

He can't quite help the way his shoulders drop at the words though. Of course, of course he'd been right the first time. Steve was straight and, despite his better judgment, Eddie had gone ahead and gotten his hopes up for nothing.

"If that's what you want," Eddie agrees, forcing a wane smile that doesn't meet his eyes.

Steve's expression betrays nothing still as he moves through the thicket in two steps, his gaze never wavering from Eddie's own as he crosses his arms over his chest, still guarded despite how close they are.

"And if I wanted something else?" Steve speaks softly now, the words travel in between them through gentle puffs of frozen breath.

They're nearly the same height, Eddie might be a half inch taller or so, but from this close it doesn't matter. 

Eddie can see the flecks of green in his eyes, the collection of freckles and moles across his nose and cheeks; if Steve is an Autumnal King in a sunset, he's absolutely otherworldly in the moonlight. The pale snow falling around them almost makes it seem like he's glowing.

"Glowing huh?" 

Fuck.

Steve's face splits into a soft smile, his eyes crinkle at the corners, pulling at the yellow bruised skin. He breathes out something resembling a laugh through his nose as he says, "well, you're not so bad yourself Munson".

Eddie takes another step closer, his heart racing at a mile a minute, "s'that right?" he asks, lifting his hands to grip at Steve's arms.

He lets his ungloved hands run up and down, reveling at how soft and warm the sweater Steve's wearing is before settling at his elbow.

Steve's eyes slowly trace over Eddie's face, before his expression morphs into the determined one that Eddie recognizes from that horrible night in the tunnels.

"I'm sorry," Steve swallows roughly before clearing his throat. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head as Eddie opens his mouth to speak, "please, just let me explain first, and then you can," he bites at the inside of his cheek as his hazel eyes move beyond Eddie's gaze into the trees. 

"You can, make your decision or whatever".

Eddie hesitates for just a moment, squeezing Steve's arms once more before he lets go. 

Steve gives Eddie a tight smile, before closing his eyes, "I've known Tommy since we were like six, sandbox kids right?"

"Our dads were friends, they worked together, so it just made sense, and we were close, we did everything together," Steve opens his eyes but doesn’t look at Eddie, "Tommy knows a lot about me, stuff I've never told anyone, not even Nance".

Steve sighs, kicking roughly at a cluster of leaves and snow on the ground, "not that she hasn't figured a bunch of it out, she's smart like that". 

"I remember talking about girls for the first time when we were Dustin's age, Tommy had a crush on Linda Holloway, he liked her red hair," Steve smiles faintly, but it quickly disappears as he finally meets Eddie's eyes once more, "and I didn't think anything of it at the time, I just thought we were sharing who we thought was cute so I--"

He stops speaking, his breath stutters for a moment as he shakes his head once and curls his arms even more tightly around himself.

"Steve--" Eddie tries, reaching out once again with one hand before he curls his fingers away as though afraid to touch him. 

Eddie wants to tell Steve that he doesn't need to continue, that he understands, but Steve has regained his voice, soft and unwavering.

"I told him about Mary McKinney, she let me borrow her pencil whenever I needed it and always wore her hair in braids," Steve licks his lips, his eyes flitting between Eddie now and the ground, "and, about Brian Donovan, he was on our little league team and he had the best dimples I'd ever seen".

Steve's lips twist into a shy smile this time as he looks at Eddie, "maybe second best now".

Heat rises in Eddie's cheeks, his heart thrums in his chest and he can't stop the pleased grin from taking over his face at the words. 

God, he's so fucked.

Steve continues on, if he notices Eddie's blush in the low twilight he doesn't mention it.

"Tommy said that was weird to think of boys like that, the same way I thought about Mary, and not to talk about it again. That didn't stop him from bringing it up after that," Steve sighs heavily now, "I couldn't so much as make eye contact with another guy at school without Tommy telling me off". 

Anger ignites in Eddie's chest, spreading up his throat and curling around his hands which suddenly long to meet Tommy Hagans stupid face. 

He'd never cared for the guy. Too far up his own ass over the years with a mean streak a mile wide. Add to that a penchant for making other kids' lives absolutely miserable and you have a recipe for a douchebag that Eddie based nearly half of the Munson Doctrine on. 

The other half, well, that had also been influenced by Steve, but if Eddie was being honest, he had no clue who the real Steve Harrington was. 

No one did. 

Hopefully, in time, Eddie could change that. 

"I'm sorry for not trusting you," Steve whispers, his face tipped down to the ground, "I think I've had his voice in my head for so long that I couldn't stop myself from listening to it".

"You want to know the worst part?" Steve asks quietly, he scoffs, not bothering to wait for Eddie to reply, "he acted like he was doing me a fucking favour, like he was protecting me". 

He shakes his head, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as his voice wavers suddenly, "maybe he was, in his own way--"

"Nope," Eddie barks out, startling them both with the sudden volume filling the trees, "that rat was trying to save his own skin by trying to control you, you owe Tommy nothing". 

Steve looks at Eddie with wide shocked eyes. He's standing so still that Eddie wonders if he's stopped breathing.

"Maybe he thought he was doing you a favour," Eddie laughs, it's a cold bitter thing that hangs low amongst the tree roots and plant litter, "and in public sure, I get it, but honestly if he could only be friends with this version of you, then he wasn't really ever your friend, Steve". 

"If someone doesn't like you just as you are, then they aren't worth it".

Steve is still staring, he hasn't blinked the entire time that Eddie has been speaking…it's a little unnerving.

"So," Steve asks, hesitantly, halting Eddie's train of thought, "what about you?" 

He's even closer now and, when the hell did that happen.

"Me?" Eddie says faintly, his eyes drop once to Steve's lips, they're slightly chapped but have never looked so God Damn kissable.

Eddie takes a deep breath, and smiles softly as he lifts his hands to grip Steve's elbows once again, squeezing gently before sliding them down to take his hands. 

They're large and warm in his own, callused along the palms from where the nail bat had sat in his hands. Eddie lets his thumbs run along his knuckles, lingering on the healing scabs from his fight with Billy.

"You weren't what I was expecting," Eddie says, watching as Steve's head tilts again at the nonsequiteur, "especially after the party when I tried to give you back your sunglasses".

"You care, about the kids --even when they are being self destructive little shits, about Nancy even though she broke your heart," he traces his thumbs over the tops of Steves hands when his fingers twitch, "and you care about me, enough to put yourself out there even though you had no idea if I felt the same". 

"You are brave, crazy brave to the point where I'm a little worried about why you're so quick to just throw yourself in front of danger, but," Eddie shakes his head as Steve bristles this time, ducking his face away from Eddie's watchful eyes, "we'll unpack that another day". 

He takes a deep breath and slowly lets go of one of Steve's hands, shaking as he reaches up to cup Steve's jaw, tipping his face up until his eyes are level with Eddie's once more.

Steve's hazel eyes trace over Eddie's face, wide and glassy in the moonlight. They are close enough that Eddie can feel the shallow puffs of air against his lips as Steve's breathing quickens.

"Did the doctor say anything about your face," Eddie asks, gesturing at his own with his one free hand, "recovery time?"

Steve shakes his head with a confused frown.

"Good," Eddie takes a deep breath, allowing a wide lecherous grin to bloom, "because I like you, Steve Harrington, exactly as you are, and I'm going to kiss you," he lifts his other hand now to cup the other side of Steve's face, "but I only make it hurt if you want me to, big boy".

Eddie freezes as the words he just said register. 

Oh Fuck.

Who pulls out Big Boy like five seconds after confessing their feelings? 

Eddie groans lowly and shuts his eyes for a beat, only opening them at the tentative sound of Steve's voice.

"Eds," Steve laughs, his face flushed a deep scarlet, giving Eddie a sly smile of his own, "that was really bad, like really bad".

Eddie sighs, embarrassment beginning to curl, hot and heavy, in his chest as he removes his hands from Steve's face, "I know…"

He startles at the feeling of warm fingers wrapping around his own, drawing his hands back to where they had been on Steve's face, "it's a good thing I like you, so you can get more practice".

"Yeah?" Eddie whispers, his voice hoarse as though he can scarcely breathe. He watches as Steve smiles, counting the crinkles at the edges of his eyes and the way his scarlet flush has faded to a soft pink.

He wants to freeze this moment, burn it into his memory so he'll never forget the soft happiness in Steve's eyes.

"Yeah, Eds," Steve breathes against his lips as their noses brush, "exactly as you are".

Eddie's not sure which of them moves first, it's only the faint brush of chapped lips against his own that sets off an unhinged chorus of, 'Kisskissingkisswhatthefuckyou'rekissingSteveHarrington'.

Eddie's fingers tighten against Steve's face before his hands begin to move on their own, one along his jaw until it has wrapped around the back of his head, burying his fingers in thick soft hair. His other hand shifts slightly lower, his thumb presses into Steve's jaw until his head tips back. 

The noise Steve makes against his lips as Eddie moves him sends a thrill down his spine. He feels two hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck as Steve presses himself even closer. Eddie's fingers tighten in Steve's hair, almost involuntarily, as the pulse under his thumb climbs even higher. Eddie hums contentedly and smiles into the kiss.

It's…God.

Kissing Steve is everything he's ever wanted. He tastes like peppermint, like the candy canes Dustin had brought Steve as a thank you for the ride to the dance, and Eddie can't help but wonder if the little shit had done so with this in mind? 

No, nope. Definitely not thinking about that right now.

He tugs his mind away from the thought and opens his lips more to brush against Steve's with purpose, pulling a sweet moan from the other as he nips at his bottom lip.

He pulls back begrudgingly after another moment, relishing the heat, the softness of Steve pressed against him. They're still standing in the middle of the ravine just a few steps from the middle school and it would probably be best to continue this sort of thing in private. 

Eddie shifts away just enough to run the tip of his nose down Steve's own, his heart fit to burst at the soft sigh Steve releases at the touch. His eyes are closed, but from the new blush that has spread from Steve's cheeks, to his ears and all the way down his neck, as well as the soft grin that pulls at his lips, Eddie can tell the feeling is mutual.

Eddie wonders just how many different shades of pink he could make Steve turn? 

A thought for another day, Eddie thinks with a mischievous smirk, brushing his thumb along the crest of Steve's cheek. 

"We should probably get back sweetheart," Eddie murmurs as he reluctantly removes his hands from Steve's face, "I can think of somewhere warmer we can go to talk". 

Steve nods with a snort, knocking his shoulder into Eddie, "talk huh?" 

"Is that not what the kids call it these days?"

Eddie drapes his arm around Steve's neck, tugging the other man closer. He comes all too willingly with a pleased grin stretched across his face.

"Besides," Eddie hums as they begin to make their way back the way they came, "my Uncle Wayne's been asking about when he can meet you --well after he weaseled it out of me, what was making me mope so much these last few weeks, he's already making Thanksgiving plans--"

They jerk to a halt, half slipping in the leaves and snow, he turns to Steve to meet his wide fearful eyes.

"You--your uncle knows, about me, about you?" Steve asks, the words stopping and starting as he speaks. 

Eddie reaches out only for Steve to take a step back into the trees, "why would you tell him--"

"He doesn't know about you specifically, Steve, I would never do that," Eddie insists, he keeps his voice level now with how close they are to the school again, he can hear the sounds of teens yelling and laughing in the short distance.

"Okay, but he, he doesn't care about…"

Steve trails off, his teeth closing down on his bottom lip and though chewing on what he wants to ask.

Your uncle doesn't care about you being gay, being different?

Eddie sighs, resisting the urge to lift his hands and press his fingers into his eyes, "Uncle Wayne took me in a few years ago when my parents kicked me out for that so, no, it's pretty safe to say he doesn't".

"Oh," Steve says faintly. His arms come up around his chest as he begins to hunch in on himself yet again.

Well shit. 

Now, Eddie isn't a hundred percent certain, but based on things that Steve has said, the warning that Nancy gave him, and what happened at the hospital, he knows that the Harrington house hasn't been the happy home he had assumed it to be.

And now, given the stricken look on Steve's face and the pinch in his gut, the doubts are fading even further away. 

Eddie takes a deep breath, stepping onto the tightrope between them, he'll have to be careful about how he plays this, or Steve could bolt again. He's seen Steve run track at school, he knows the other man could easily outrun him.

Best not to give him a reason to.

"You know, not all parents, um, deserve to be parents sweetheart," Eddie says slowly, carefully, watching Steve's face as he speaks, "especially if they're never around".

He feels the rope between them wobble as he takes a step closer, holding out his hand.

"Especially if they don't love us for who we are Stevie," Eddie whispers, watching as Steve looks away sharply, his shoulders tense.

Eddie takes another deep breath before taking the leap, hoping that his feet will meet the ground beneath them.

"Wayne isn't like that, he's safe, and he wants to meet the person I've been mooning over for weeks now, if you're up for it". 

Steve swallows once, twice, his jaw moves as though grinding what he wants to say between his teeth, his nose begins to redden as his eyes grow damp at the edges.

"Yeah," he manages to choke out, his voice cracks down the center as he draws one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, "maybe not, right, right now but --fuck, I'm sorry, I don't know why this keeps happening".

Eddie takes the last step and pulls Steve into his arms again; he stiffens at first before finally relaxing, almost boneless, against Eddie's chest. He feels Steve release a long hitching breath and squeezes him gently, rubbing his cheek against the slight stubble on Steve's own.

"Probably because it's been a really hard couple of weeks sweetheart," Eddie pulls back enough to look into Steve's eyes, they're red rimmed now and his lashes have begun to clump together, but even like this Steve still looks beautiful.

"Yeah," Steve says, he sniffs, wincing at the sound of his stuffy nose, "I think I could use a proper…talk, and a rest, if you're still up for it?"

Eddie feels a smile pulling at his lips as incandescent happiness glows in his chest. He pulls Steve closer once more, relishing the feeling of being able to hold Steve again, without the scent of blood and terror in the air. 

"Lead the way then sweetheart," Eddie says softly, knowing he'll follow Steve wherever he goes. There's a lot more for them to talk about, but for now, he'll be there for Steve as his person, for as long as he can. 

Forever if he can swing it. 

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[voyeurmunson]

Having thoughts about…. Ex boyfriend Eddie taunting you in front of your new boyfriend, knowing damn well that you’ll be begging to be on his cock as soon as your boyfriend goes home. 🫠

You go to grab a drink while your boyfriend sits on the couch chatting with friends. Eddie pops up behind you, his deep voice in your ear immediately making your body shiver. “Him? Really?” he chuckles, his breath hot against your ear.

“He’s nice, Eddie. Fuck off.” you hiss through your teeth trying to ignore the quickening of your heartbeat.

“Mm.. I bet he is. And how does he fuck you, sweetheart?” he presses his hips into you from behind.

“What?”

“Does he fuck you good? Does he fuck you like I do?” he murmurs, allowing his lips to lightly ghost your neck.

“I-”

“Tell me.”

“N-No one fucks me like you, Eds.” you admit softly, knowing you were feeding his ego even more but it didn’t matter. You needed him. You always needed him.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.”

I can’t get him out of my headddd

[watchyourbuck]

Buck + excessive sharing about his love life (7x04)

[harrywavycurly]

Eddie may be the reason the two of you broke up but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. In this series we will follow you and Eddie on your path of moving on from one another, from the day after the breakup to a few months down the line. This is Stages of Heartbreak💔

A/N: The name of each part is how many days it’s been since the breakup

TW: Mentions of cheating, toxic male behavior, gaslighting and cursing

*this is mainly a texting series but you can find all the extras below*

Status: Completed

Requests: Here

Conversations: Here

Everything Else: Here (if you aren’t caught up you’ll more than likely find spoilers here)

Part 1: One Day

Part 2: Three Days

Part 3: Five Days

Part 4: Seven Days

Part 5: Nine Days

Part 6: Eleven Days

Part 7: Thirteen Days

Part 8: Fifteen Days

Part 9: Seventeen Days

Part 10: Nineteen Days

Part 11: Twenty One Days

Part 12: Twenty Three Days

Part 13: Twenty Five Days

Part 14: Thirty Nine Days

Bonus Content:

Double Date (Robin and Sarah texts)

[buddiesmutslut]

Saw a post that Tommy is Abby 2.0 & that feels SO REAL (older & more mature, introducing Buck to a different way of thinking, knows the job intimately, not quite as into him as he is into them 🫣).

I just hope Tommy leaves in a much better way, bc he gives off good vibes and I ADORE LOU.

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

guys, i’m gonna be honest. i was watching back to the future and even tho Marty looks like Steve he is literally so Eddie coded. lead guitarist and singer in his band? ‘too loud’? dysfunctional family? known as a ‘slacker’? starts playing metal at a dance in the 50’s?

and at the same time i’m like, ‘docs energy is so eddie tho.’ the way he loves inventing and is so crazy and intense ab it? sounds like a certain D&D nerd we know.

[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES: PART 5

Part 4 Part 6 , Part 7

Summary: you make Eddie breakfast, and take a tip to Hawkins to see Wayne and where Eddie works. An unwanted surprise visitor makes their way to your house.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, oral fem/receiving, blood, fighting

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader Eddie Munson x y/n reader

<w/c> 6.2k lmao she a long one

A/N: ahhh part 5 is a WILD ride! Smut, mechanic Eddie! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is loved and adored ❤️‍🔥

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The aroma of bacon sizzling in a pan wafts into Eddie’s nose arousing him from the deepest of slumbers he’s had in years. Bacon must have been the ”on sale” item at Bradley’s Big Buy Supermarket today, Wayne must have picked some up on his way home from the plant. It must be a special occasion, fuck is it Wayne’s birthday? Eddie, for the life of him, can’t recall what day it is. He throws his arms out of the covers yawning and stretching. It’s unusually bright in his room this morning, his eyes aren’t open yet but normally he can’t tell if it’s night or day in his cave of poster clad walls.

The first telltale sign that he’s not in his room is the feel of the sheets. They’re silky and cold against his bare chest and back, not the usual pilling crumb feeling of the sheets that are on his bed.

Panic settled in his foggy mind, his eyes flash open.

Y/N.

Your beautiful face fills his memory, he remembered the intimate night you two had wrapped in each other's arms, filling eachother up with every emotion possible. Drunk on lust and high on each other’s ragged moans.

The girls Eddie had been with previously never wanted more from him than just a quick fuck. Girls who only showed up to the Hideout to say they’ve hooked up with a guy in a band. Nothing serious. Ever. The memories of last night and how you were towards him made tears spring to his eyes. You were so incredibly kind and loving towards him he had never experienced this type of intimacy before. The feelings he had for you were overwhelmingly intoxicating. He felt as if he had to protect you at all costs. You were the only thing that mattered to him. He wasn’t familiar with the four letter word he never heard uttered from anyone in the history of him, Eddie Munson. But he felt like he was beginning to understand it more.

Eddie untangled himself from the silk sheets and made his way to the bathroom. Taking a peek in the mirror he almost missed the plum colored marks on his neck and chest and the eight pink vertical lines down his chest. He ran his fingers over the slightly raised streaks and laughed. Last night meant so much to him he only hoped you felt the same.

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You had woken early, the sudden urge to pee taking over your sleeping body. Not wanting to unwrap yourself from Eddie’s muscular arms, you take the time to listen to his quiet little snores, relishing in how happy you are. The pressure of your bladder is ready to burst, letting out a small whine you throw your legs out of bed and carefully pry Eddie’s arms away from your body.

Walking to the bathroom your lower body ached from being stretched to fit Eddie. He was so deliciously big, it was damn near pornographic the way he expertly hit all the sweet spots. You touch your lips, thinking of his pouty plump ones on yours, his breath ghosting over them letting out soft moans. The way his hair danced across your cheeks with every thrust of his body. You were enthralled with Eddie and you didn’t want it any other way.

You finish up and walk back into your room, tiptoeing to not wake the sleeping beauty king. His hair is laid wildly across the pillows, curled up like a little kitten with the blankets tucked up underneath his chin. You place a small kiss on his cheek and sneak down the stairs.

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You have just about everything ready. The table is set for two, coffee is made, and also every juice in the fridge is out on the table, in case Eddie didn’t drink coffee, pancakes are stacked five high on a serving platter in the middle of the table, scrambled eggs are in a fancy dish you’re sure hasn’t been used since Christmas, the bacon is the last thing to be done and you have a few pieces left to fry.

A long pair of tattooed muscular arms snake their way around your waist. Lips, softer than a down blanket, peck your cheeks.

“Good Morning sweetheart,” Eddie says sleepily into your neck. His arms are still wrapped around you tightly holding you close to him, his chin resting on your shoulder

“Morning baby,” you say, grabbing a piece of bacon, and turning slightly to feed him behind your shoulder.

Eddie takes a bite and groans as he crunches away.

“You really are a saint in daylight and a vixen in the moonlight aren’t you?” he asks, mouth full licking his lips.

You turn around seeing him awake for the first time all morning, “I guess you’ll have to find out… again” you say, giggling and kissing him sweetly, the savory taste of bacon still on his tongue.

“Mmmm, I could kiss you every minute of every day and it still wouldn’t be enough,” Eddie says, kissing your forehead and guiding you to the table, “now if you would please sit down, I will finish cooking the uhh, one piece of bacon.” Eddie say, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sitting at the table you look at Eddie and feel the heat rise from your cheeks as you notice the hickeys and scratches all over him.

“Oh my God!” You scream, horrified by your actions during the hot, passionate, heat of the moment.

Eddie steps back from the stove hands in the air like he’s about to be arrested, “What!? What’s wrong!”

“Your chest! Eddie! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” you yelp, covering your eyes in embarrassment.

Eddie lets out a roar of laughter, the heat on your cheeks rising to the top of your ears, a sick feeling in your stomach. Bringing the last of the bacon to the table, Eddie hovers beside you, grabbing your hands away from your face and tilting your chin so your eyes meet his.

“You do realize you’re the only girl who has genuinely wanted me around right?” Eddie says, staring into your eyes. “Two days I’ve known you and I’m already so fucking bewitched by you that I can’t think straight. This?” He motions pointing to the marks on his chest, “is the sexiest thing you could have done to me, and I love it. So please don’t beat yourself up over being so turned on while we were having the best sex of our lives that you clawed me, because just thinking about last night makes me want to slam you into this table and fuck you until your neighbors know my name.”

You're speechless. He is so open about every part of last night you didn’t realize how reclusive you were. You weren’t used to sharing intimate details of nights of passion. Steve almost forbade it. Immediately changing the subject as if he was too embarrassed to talk about it or too immature you weren’t sure.

Blushing at his words you stutter , “l-le-let’s eat baby, before it gets cold.”

The breakfast was delicious, you laugh as Eddie makes a “taco” out of a pancake and throws slices of bacon and some eggs on top, squeezing syrup on top to finish it off. He insists you try it, putting your hair back to avoid the syrupy mess, you lean in as syrup runs down his fingers taking a bite of his “masterpiece”. It’s actually quite good. His eyes shine with pride as you tell him so.

After finishing eating, Eddie grabs your plates and heads to the sink with them. Again telling you to sit down, “you’re spoiling me,” he says, “I can do the dishes just sit there and look pretty and tell me something about yourself.” He says with a grin filling the sink with hot soapy water.

“Well, obviously I’m an only child. My parents are both lawyers. I hate mushrooms, and olives. My favorite movie is Stand By Me. And I once skinny dipped in Lover’s Lake on a dare…. Oh and my full name is y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n.” You say almost in one breath, sitting with your knees up to your chin and sipping slowly on a cup of coffee. “Oh and probably something I should have mentioned before last night, I’m on the pill so ya know, we’re good.”

Eddie has a towel draped over his shoulder and is scrubbing away at the dishes. The sight alone is enough to make you laugh but his tongue is also poked out as he’s concentrating so hard to not drop anything. “Yeah I’m glad you said something, because I have never uhh,

not used a condom nor came inside someone before so I was just going to double check.” He said with a chuckle.

You step beside him and grab the towel off his shoulder starting to dry the dishes as he washed and rinsed them.

“Your turn” you say smiling brightly up at him.

“I uhh, have a question first, I never asked before but uhh, where are your parents? I mean I’m rocking half a chub here and they’ve never met me so I just need to know where I should hide if they come home to find me defiling their only daughter while being half naked.” he says looking a little scared.

“Oh yeah, sorry they’re in New York visiting my aunt and uncle, they fly home Tuesday, and as for the half chub, I’ve noticed, that thing could poke my fucking eye out it’s so big.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to be embarrassed as he tries to tuck his dick away. Immediately changing the subject,

“I live in Hawkins with my uncle Wayne. I’m 19. My dad is locked up serving a life sentence for murder, my mom is uh, haven’t seen her in almost 15 years, I run a D&D club with my friends, I’m deathly afraid of polar bears, I know all the words to every song by Metallica, and I once got sprayed by a skunk and had to shave my head.” He says with a small laugh.

Eddie’s life is so different from your own you just want to hold him and never let him go. How a mother could walk out on her own child is beyond you, maybe Eddie’s dad was abusive towards her but why wouldn’t she take Eddie with her? Wayne seems like a real stand up guy taking Eddie in after all the bullshit his parents put him through. The only wrong thing your parents ever did was force your relationship with Steve.

“I’m sorry about your mom and dad, that must be hard on you.” You say placing a hand on his arm and leaning into him.

“Eh, it’s nothing, I don’t get the shit beat out of me anymore so that’s a plus. And Wayne is great, he’d give his left nut for me if I needed it.” Eddie shrugs lightly and gives you a soft smile.

Your heart breaks into a thousand pieces hearing those words. You hug him hard and place kisses on his back. You hope the small gesture can alleviate some of the pain he must be feeling as he opens up to you.

Eddie whips around as the water is let out and the suds begin to slither down the drain. “Speaking of Wayne, do you want to meet him? He’s a little rough around the edges but I promise he’s a big ol teddy bear.”

You smile widely at Eddie, you would cut your hair off if he thought he wanted it for a wig. Of course you would love to meet Wayne, but what does this make you two? Official? Are you even that? Are you just two people having casual mind blowing sex who call eachother pet names and say things like ‘I’m yours’ ?” Are you friends with benefits? I mean he spent the night with you and then you made him breakfast the next morning that he is now cleaning up. Fuck why is this so confusing?! Why can’t you just ask him?

“Hell yes, let’s go!” You say like an idiot forcing yourself to swallow the word vomit of unanswered questions in your mind as you race Eddie up the stairs to get dressed.

You decide on a simple pair of denim shorts and a black tank top, brushing your hair and teeth you slap deodorant on and spray some perfume. Tossing an old pair of converse on your feet, you walk down the stairs with Eddie who is also dressed, you're almost pouting at seeing him fully clothed.

You decide to take both of your vehicles so you could just drive home after your little visit to Eddie and Wayne’s place. After walking to your car Eddie stops you before you can open the door, looking flustered and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and twisting the rings on his hand with the thumb of the same hand.

“I uhh, I— listen—- I don’t come from money, my parents were addicts and are in prison or dead for all I know, so — so- I —you don’t have to go with me— you can end this now if you want and I’ll just drive home— ” he hangs his head low.

“Eddie, stop. I don’t give a fat rat's ass where you live. As long as you don’t try to kill me I could give a shit less! You make me so happy none of the other bullshit matters. If it did I would still be with Steve, miserable and steps away from jumping in front of a train. Okay? But before I lose my mind and self implode. I have to ask…What are we?”

***

Eddie had thought about this last night when you had fallen asleep, you had both admitted having feelings for eachother, so why was he being a pussy about it?

“Y/n, sweetheart…I wanted to do this in a more special way, but the way things are going between us, meaning that they’re amazing and I really really like you, I’ve never done this before so don’t laugh! Ok? So here it goes,”

“You make the atmosphere around me feel thick, I’ve never been more connected to someone on so many different levels in all my life. The first time we kissed, I thought I was going to fucking pass out from the sheer amount of electricity that was coursing through my veins. You make me want to be a better person. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I’m so completely over the moon, infatuated with you. I know you just broke up with Harrington, and the timing isn’t perfect but this doesn’t feel wrong. I don’t want to imagine another minute without you being mine, so will you y/n? Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your heart flutters out of your chest, tears stinging your eyes and falling like a storm against your face. “Are you kidding me? The thought of you putting those hot lips and sexy hands on someone else makes me want to die. You’re so unbelievably sweet to me, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend, Eddie.”

You throw yourself onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and burying your head into his neck. “I really really like you too, by the way.” You whisper into him, “ps we should probably throw out that pizza we forgot about last night.”

***

The drive to Hawkins felt like forever. You followed Eddie the whole way there but you couldn’t help but miss him the entire ride there.

You arrived at Forest Hills Trailer Park a little before noon. Eddie parks his van in front of a baby blue paint chipped trailer with a sagging couch resting on the porch. There’s a beat up truck with the hood popped open in the yard, beer cans and cigarettes litter the ground beneath your shoes. Eddie slams the door of his van and grasps his hand in yours bringing you over to the truck.

A pair of legs are sticking out beneath the truck laying atop an old tattered cardboard box laying out flat. “Well son of a bitch” the voice grunts from below you.

“What’s wrong with it Wayne?” Eddie asks inquisitively, “is it the fuel pump again?”

“Goddamn thing won’t stop shaking every time I accelerate,” Wayne yells, climbing out from the truck, taking a swig of the beer bottle sweating in the hot sun.

Eddie reached a hand out to his uncle helping him up, “Yeah sounds like your drive shaft is messed up,” Eddie says. “I can take it to Jimmy’s today and have a look at it before you have to work tonight.”

“Yeah that’ll work I guess, sombitch” Wayne curses rubbing his calloused hands through his graying wisps of hair. Wayne looks at you, both of you waiting for Eddie to introduce you to each other.

“Oh shit sorry, uhh, Y/N, this is Wayne my uncle, Wayne this is y/n, my girl.”

Your cheeks glow red from the mention of Eddie saying you were his girl, a dull ache throbbing in your panties.

Wayne looks around for something to wipe his grease splattered hands with giving up and settling on wiping them onto the one clean spot on his jeans. “So this is the girl that makes Eddie’s head spin more than math class.” He says with a loud barking laugh as Eddie winces and rolls his eyes.

Wayne thrusts his hand out to yours, “I’ve heard alot about you, Y/N, nice to meet you, you’re the first girl that Eddie has ever brought home.”

Eddie is pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, “Jesus Wayne, really!?” he sighs.

“It’s nice to meet you too Mr. Munson,” you say, shaking his hand. “What is it with the girls in this town not noticing how downright good looking he is?! Must be something in the water.” You say with a giggle.

Wayne lets out a loud laugh, “damn Eddie she’s funny, you better be good to this girl” he says pointing a dirty finger in Eddie’s direction.

“Yes, Wayne” Eddie says, pulling you into a side hug and kissing your temple. “Always. What time do you work tonight?”

“Gotta be there by 7.” Wayne says lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag.

“Okay, I'm gonna call Jimmy and let him know I’m bringing your truck in, and Y/N will follow me in the van so we can get started on it today.”

Eddie runs inside and leaves you and Wayne outside in the sweltering heat.

“Well I hope the things Eddie told you about me were good” you say with a laugh kicking dirt with the toe of your shoe, head down in shyness.

“Oh Y/N, you don’t have nothing to worry about. That boy sat here and wouldn’t stop talking about you for hours. He may or may not know it yet but he’s in love with you.”

You let out a small gasp. Love. Eddie loves you? In that simple minute of listening to Wayne spill Eddie’s secrets, you realized that you weren’t the only one with a secret to hold dear to yourself.

It was if the stars aligned, your realization becoming your reality. The hot and heaviness thick the moment you met. And to someone else it probably looked weird, sounded fake, but it was the honest truth.

Wearing his work uniform consisting of coveralls unbuttoned to his belly button and an old white tank top underneath, Eddie emerged from the threshold of the trailer crouching down to tie his boots. “Ready?” He asks looking from you to Wayne.

“Y-yeah I’m just gonna grab my purse,” you say walking back to your car. Eddie had the door open to his van waiting for your return.

“Are you going to be okay driving this, baby?” He asks, “there’s nothing to it, it’s just bulky but it’s an automatic so it’ll be like driving your car.” He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and helps you in, buckling you up as you start the ignition. “Just follow me sweetheart, okay?.” He leans in close and gives you a sweet short kiss, his hand grazing over your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

He shuts the door to the van and waltzes over to Wayne, slamming the hood closed on the old truck. Wayne gestures to you and Eddie nods his head, arms folded across his chest, a toothy grin plastered across his face. Wayne gives him a slap on the back and smiles at you as Eddie jumps in and Wayne waves a dirty hand in the air to you.

***

Driving Eddie’s van through Hawkins is a peculiar feeling. Just 3 days prior you were driving through Hawkins with Steve in his BMW and now you were driving Eddie’s van on the same streets you had taken for years with the aforementioned boy.

Eddie cranes the old truck into Jimmy's garage parking in front of one of the two bay doors. You find parking on the side of the building, grabbing Eddie’s keys and hopping out of the van. Eddie already has one of the giant doors opened and is driving the truck through it. You stand towards the entrance waiting for Eddie.

“Come on in, sorry it’s a little dusty but uh—ah… here we go,” Eddie disappears into a small office for a few seconds and comes back out with an understuffed arm chair, what was once yellow leather is now faded blue by the many years of jeans sliding in and out of it.

Sitting it down beside the truck he wipes the seat with a handkerchief he had in his back pocket, motioning for you to sit down. You take a look around the shop as Eddie gets the tools he needs. A fine line of dust has accumulated on every surface. You can honestly say you have never been in a mechanic shop before and are very intrigued by the things around you. Tool boxes in an array of sizes and colors lining the walls, calendars of half naked girls leaning over vehicles in suggestive poses litter one side of the wall. There’s a set of stairs leading to a loft that from what you can see serves as a small break room.

Eddie has the truck lifted up and starts to work on removing the old driveshaft. Watching him work for the past hour or so has your body feeling like it’s going to self combust. Your core is aching as your eyes rake over Eddie’s body, his coveralls are now at his waist, leaving the slutty white tank top smeared with grease, his nipple rings poking out erectly beneath it. A sheen line of sweat is illuminating Eddie’s arms. The way the muscles of his arms are flexing and moving while he’s working, is the single sexiest thing you’ve seen him do yet. You have crossed and uncrossed your legs so many times it looks as if you have an anxiety problem.

Eddie feels the heat of your stare and chuckles, “how are you doing sweetheart, are you getting hungry?”

For you, fuck yes.

“No I’m okay,” you sing song back to him, “just enjoying the view.” You can see the bob of Eddie’s throat tighten at your suggestive words. Sauntering towards him as he works you stand beside him looking up at the underbelly of the truck. “What’s that?” You ask, pointing at something in Eddie’s line of vision.

“That’s the yoke retainer. I gotta remove it to get the drive shaft out to see what’s wrong with it.” He says grunting as his hands work above him to remove a fastener.

You stand before him his hands raised high above you working as you slide your fingers down his chest and tickle the happy trail into his waistband. His big brown eyes drop from the truck and stare into yours a look of surprise on his face as you bite your lip at him.

You start to drag Eddie by his coveralls with you as your gaze turns carnal. You need him, here and now. Speaking with only your eyes, Eddie’s eyes turn dark, hungry. He grasps at the hem of your tank top, yanking it upwards off of you and tossing it into the chair. He grabs you up by your ass cheeks wrapping your legs around his waist and kisses you forcefully, slipping his tongue into your mouth entangling his wet muscle with yours, massaging it with fervor. You slide his sweaty hair away from his neck to latch your mouth onto it, the smell of your shampoo and muted cologne mixed on his skin. Eddie let’s put a soft moan and he entwines his grease covered hands in your hair. You’re both moving now Eddie walking you to a corner of the shop, the cool metal touching your back releasing a sigh from your lips. Eddie sets you down unbuttoning your shorts, his lips never leaving yours. He grips your panties and your shorts and jerks them down your legs in one swift motion.

Eddie is on his knees as he gently picks up your left leg placing it on his broad shoulder, kissing your inner thigh and snaking his tongue up to your weeping slit. The tension in your clit growing slack as release comes in the form of his tongue against it, suckling and lapping into you. You wrap your fingers in his hair, rocking your hips against his mouth, “fuuuuuck Eddie” you moan, throwing back your head letting the pleasure consume you. A low moan escapes from his throat hearing your body react to him. He pulls back and kisses your thigh whispering, “you’re so beautiful,” setting your thigh down gently.

Eddie unsnaps his coveralls and thrusts them down, grabbing you by your waist, hoisting you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips again. He slides his heavy cock through your slick, moaning as he pushes into you gently. Your breath hitches in your throat feeling his girth stretch the inside of you.

He groans into your ear, “you have the tightest little pussy, I’m never going to get used to it” he whispers, slapping your ass as he slowly slides further.

“Please Eddie,” you beg. Your body is aching for his cock, “please fuck me.”

With that Eddie shoves you against the wall, back cold against the metal wall, your hands first in his hair holding his face to yours kissing him eagerly. You grasp his tattered tank top in both hands and rip it down the middle, the need of seeing his chest overcoming you as you suddenly have hulk-like strength. Eddie let out a guttural moan at your brazenness.

“Fuck baby, you’re so sexy” Eddie says between thrusts, “I love how shameless you are.”

You dig your nails into Eddie’s shoulders as he leans forward and bites your neck, sucking and biting in fast rhythms.

You snake a hand down between the two of you to rub your clit as your orgasm is ready to snap inside of you. Eddie, watching you rub slow circles with your middle finger on your clit, slaps your ass again and grabs onto your hips tighter as his thrusts become sloppy.

“Eddie! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna c— ”

“I know baby, cum for me,” Eddie breathes raggedly, feeling your walls tighten around him, forcing himself deeper into you so you don’t accidentally push him out.

Your orgasm hits and you throw your head back hard, hitting the wall behind you but you couldn’t care at all.

“Oh fuck, y/n! Oh fuck” Eddie’s warm slew of cum fills your walls and his legs begin to shake. He leans forward, a hand above your head steadying himself so as not to fall over into you.

His head falling backwards, trying to catch his breath, you kiss Eddie’s lips letting out a small laugh as he slides out of you and lets you down carefully. Your pussy is aching from the size and brunt force of Eddie’s cock slamming into you for the second day in a row. You wince as you move around trying to find your clothes. Eddie notices your wobbly walk as he tucks himself back in, buttoning his coveralls and throwing the ripped tank top away.

“Are you okay baby?” Eddie asks concerned, grabbing onto you to help you steady yourself. “Are you hurt?!”

Taking hold of Eddie’s arms on you allowing yourself to walk slowly you answer through clenched teeth, “I’m okay, just - ah— just a little sore. You’re a lot bigger than what I was used to so– I’m trying to adjust.” you admit with a smile, “it’s not a bad thing Eddie, please stop looking so sad.” You say with a little giggle.

Eddie eyes your panties and shorts and helps you get dressed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Eddie whispers, as he buttons your shorts.

“You didn’t, I’ll get adjusted to your size, I just need some rest, and some Tylenol, maybe an ice pack?” you giggle and Eddie frowns trying not to laugh. He picks you up bridal style and lifts you out to the van. Opening the door and placing you gently like a carton of eggs on the passenger seat.

****

The rest of the day in Hawkins involved you, Eddie and Wayne listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd and laughing too hard at Eddie’s baby pictures, which Eddie didn’t think was very funny. Wayne made you all grilled cheese for a late lunch and bade you and Eddie goodbye as you two had decided to spend the night at your place again, allowing Wayne some rest before his shift tonight. Wayne’s truck will take more than just a few hours for Eddie to fix and after letting Jimmy know that he would work on it tomorrow since the shop was closed for the 4th of July, Eddie decided to leave the van for Wayne to drive to work. Eddie runs to his room to change clothes and to pack a small overnight bag, his toothbrush, an extra pair of socks and underwear, sweatpants and his trusty little metal lunchbox, you are left in the kitchen with Wayne helping him clean up.

“You know Wayne, I never got to tell you earlier that, I- I love Eddie too,” you say whispering your secret. As you wipe down the faded Formica countertop.

Wayne stops deadpan and almost drops the bread he is holding. “Promise me one thing, Y/N. Please don’t hurt my boy. That kid has seen and been through enough to break Satan’s black heart. He’s a gentle soul, and he’s sensitive. So please take care of him. You seem like a nice girl, and I know you will.”

Eddie comes back into the kitchen slinging his bag onto the small table knocking off a stack of mail as he did so. It’s so apparent that Wayne loves Eddie and cares about him a lot, it makes you happy that he had someone to show him kindness, since his own parents couldn’t do it.

You and Eddie make the trip back to Bridgeport in your car. He’s singing along to Metallica (he insisted he brings along his tapes), you smile as you look over to him playing air guitar, the open window allowing wind to rip through his hair. When you and Eddie get inside your house you yawn and stretch out your arms above your head.

Eddie lets out a yawn too as he comes back down the steps from bringing his bag to your room. “Do you want to watch a movie and maybe take a little nap?” you ask exhaustedly.

Eddie wraps his arms around you pulling tightly to him, “that sounds amazing, someone has been exerting a lot of my energy lately, but it’s okay she’s pretty cute,” he adds, kissing your nose.

You two decide to watch a movie in the living room, settling on ‘Stand By Me’ since Eddie had never seen it before. Holding you close on the oversized chaise loveseat, Eddie throws a blanket across you two as the movie plays.

“I can quote this entire movie,” you say, taking a few Tylenol and swallowing them down with some water, “I’ll try to refrain from it though, I know it’s annoying.”

“Baby I don’t mind, I don’t think it’s annoying, if my girl wants to quote the whole movie by all means do. I can’t imagine knowing the lyrics to a song and not singing along, that’s insane.” He says furrowing his brow and smiling at the same time.

You make it to the scene with Gordie talking about his next story, “Davey Lardass Hogan at the pie eating contest” before you drift off to sleep. Eddie almost makes it through the whole movie, only to fall asleep before Ace pulls the knife on the boys after finding the body.

The movie has stopped and already ejected itself in the VCR when a knock goes unnoticed at the front door.

Another knock falls on deaf ears. Finally a key is jingled lightly through the keyhole. You’re dreaming that you’re at a pie eating contest and everyone is throwing up when you hear someone’s booming voice echoing loudly through the living room.

Eddie is the first to wake and is sitting silently beside you, eyes wide and holding onto you tightly trying to usher you behind him so you wouldn’t be alarmed. The sudden jostling of Eddie on the couch wakes you up all the way and you open your eyes to see a familiar face, but one who shouldn’t be in your living room.

Steve Harrington

****

“Ahh, so this piece of trailer park trash is the space you needed to find yourself?!” Steve is holding a dozen roses in a large vase and a handle of an almost empty vodka bottle, his eyes wide and maniacal. Eddie’s heart is beating wildly in his chest as he stands up facing Steve. “Are you going to answer me y/n or is this dirtbag going to talk for you?!”

“Steve, what the hell are you doing here?!” Eddie hears you say behind him, your voice shaky but stern. You get off the couch and make your way between the two boys, like a lion tamer at the circus. “You need to leave!”

Steve’s eyes never leave Eddie’s as he talks only to him, “I came here to apologize to my girlfriend only to find her cuddled up like a slut with a fucking criminal.” He seethes glaring at Eddie.

“That’s enough Harrington,” Eddie says gravely. “you’re drunk, and you heard y/n, she asked you to leave, so go.” He moves himself forward towards Steve.

Steve lets out a mad laugh, “and what happens if I don’t? Hmm? You gonna make me leave? Gonna cast a fucking spell on me with your stupid board games you play? Gonna sick your murderer daddy on me? Or maybe you’ll call your mommy to come and protect you, oh wait you don’t even know where she—” Steve is knocked back hard dropping the vase shattering it to the floor.

Eddie turns his head to notice that you had slapped Steve in the face, the rage in your eyes almost alarming.

“I can’t believe you would act like this because we broke up, you’re the piece of shit Steve!” you yell angrily, so hurt by Steve’s words, “Eddie is better than you in every way, especially in b—” the slap is hard and catches the corner of your eye slightly causing you to double down and hold your face. When you sit back you hear punches and grunts coming from both Eddie and Steve, Steve has Eddie pinned to the ground laying punch after punch into his jaw, Eddie finally lands a fist square into Steve’s right eye and throws him off and to the floor.

Your front door flies open and Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, and Lucas Sinclair run into your house pulling Eddie and Steve away from each other. Eddie’s mouth is bleeding profusely and his nose looks broken, dripping blood all over himself. Steve has a cut on his chin from one of Eddie’s rings and the beginning of a giant purpling black eye is appearing. You are sobbing as you make your way over to Eddie, holding his head, you ask him again and again if he’s okay.

He takes one look at you, tears stream down his cheeks holding you closer to him kissing you as you sob harder into him. There’s a stinging feeling in your face and you notice your eye is beginning to swell. You graze your hand over the stinging area and feel glass embedded into your skin, A large gash on your cheek. Moving your hand upward you feel glass all over your hair. The last thing you hear is Eddie screaming your name as you hit the ground.

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[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Eddie 100% would have to begrudgingly come to an agreement on Steve dating schedule with not only Billy, his five kids but also his attack helicopter lesbian Robin.

Steve is a very busy bottom/ mom/ bestie. He has to smooch at 3pm, pick up the kids at 4, drop them off to their after school programs or play dates at 4:30, feed Robin at 4:35, make sure she gets to her play date with Nancy by 5pm, smooch again at 5:15 and then pick up his kids at 6pm. Then he’s gotta make sure the kids have had dinner and are in bed by 10, help with homework for the stragglers. Make sure ROBIN is in bed by 10 and not being a disaster gay at 3am again.

Eddie really will have to swoop in at 10pm on the dot. Drag Steve into the van and speed away for even the possibility of a snuggle. His poor lil single mom boyfriend deserves to be spoiled and pampered.

[can-i-get-a-yippee]

There’s an alternate universe where the 911 writers didn’t murder Shannon, and she, Buck, and Eddie get to have a similar dynamic to Micheal, Bobby, and Athena

[twpsyn-who]

AU where Eddie is a radio host and Steve is listening to him every night.

Okok, so Steve found out about it once when he couldn't sleep and did go on a drive around the town to clear his head. And he's not a big fan of metal or rock (because that's the kind of music they play) but the host's voice is calm. Relaxed. Steve doesn't know himself what it is about that voice, but it makes him feel safe. So, every night he couldn't sleep or he would wake up from nightmares he would play the radio and listen to the host talking for hours. Steve isn't sure when he began imaginating that person being next to him, holding him close while talking about random things. When he began wondering how he looks, how he might be as a person...

Meanwhile Eddie is having the biggest crush on that one guy working at Family Video and he thinks both employees might like the same gender but he's not sure and he doesn't wanna risk flirting with the guy and get punched in the face and banned from the only place renting movies in their shitty town. So he's pinning hard. Totally not coming in there daily just to see the guy. Making a little bit of small chat with the girl cuz somehow he never gets the guy at the register and the girls always offer to help him up so he doesn't get to actually talk with the dude.

Robin 100% notices the guy comes daily and is a little sus of him, but she doesn't know if he's there for Steve or for her cuz damn is he giving mixed signals.

Yes Eddie complains about it sometimes at the radio, but makes sure to be vague enough so people wouldn't know he, a guy, is pinning after another guy. Meanwhile Steve is dense as fuck and can't connect the dots.

Is a whole shit show. They finally get introduced to each other via Jonathan Byer.

[afewproblems]

Season Two Halloween AU Part Nine

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

As always, thank you thank you to the lovely Jess @strangersteddierthings for cheering me on, letting me send spoilers, and Steddie screaming with me!

***

Eddie moves, trying to find a comfortable position in the firm plastic hospital chair, letting his legs stretch out into the bulk of the hallway and sliding down the chair. 

He won't be able to stay like this for much longer either, but it's worth it for the irritated looks he can feel from the nurses station.

Eddie hadn't been allowed in the room with Steve while he was being assessed, forcing him to wait outside in the hallway.

He can hear them talking, not bothering to be quiet at four in the morning.

"There's no answer, who isn't home at this time of night?"

"Did you try the secondary number?"

"Yes, it's for a business though and all I get is the answering machine for a Richard Harrington". 

Eddie frowns, silently agreeing with the first nurse, why the hell aren't they here?

That's when he remembers something Steve had mentioned, so casually, Eddie realizes, feeling a little sick, that his parents wouldn't be home until Thanksgiving this year. 

Which is just shy of a month away still, give or take a week.

Just how long have they been gone, he wonders, feeling an anxious pit begin to form in his stomach, and what would that mean for him now?

He's saved from this train of thought for the moment by Hopper appearing at the end of the hall, his heavy step and squeaky boots announcing themselves well before he steps into view. 

He looks exhausted, and a little worse for wear, and Eddie has never been happier to see a cop.

He walks past Eddie, though he does spare him a single nod, and makes his way to the nurses station. 

"Morning," Hopper says gruffly, his voice crackles as though it's either been used too much or too little recently.

"'M'here about the Harrington kid, we have a few questions for him and his injuries and then I'll be taking him home after his statement".

"Sir, that's not--" one of the Nurses tries, only for Hopper to flash his badge and knock his knuckles once on the top of the desk.

"Which room?" He at least has the decency to ask this time, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. 

Eddie hears a long sigh as the other Nurse mutters, '206'; Hopper doesn't even wait for her to finish the word before he's turning on his heel, his boots making a horrible squeak against the linoleum tiles as moves. 

He slows to a stop in front of Eddie, finally looking at him, it's always been nerve wracking having the chiefs full attention on him, though there's a rather big difference between now and the last time, down at the station.

"They check you out?" He grumbles to Eddie, his fingers tap a nervous rhythm on his leg.

Eddie shakes his head, "Steve took the brunt of everything tonight". 

Hopper nods, his gruff face pinched with something close to worry, but it's gone in an instant.

He looks down the hall at something over Eddie's shoulder and lifts his hand in a muted wave before turning back to Eddie.

"You should head home Munson, I took the liberty of getting you a ride".

Eddie frowns at the words and startles slightly as another person sits down beside him, he hadn't even noticed until Wayne was all of a sudden right there.

Eddie blinks, exhaustion and emotion all encompassing; he feels as though he might sink into the floor or tip forward and fall away from the world right then and there, but Wayne reaches out, clasping his shoulder with his firm warm hand. Like he always does.

"Wayne," Eddie says in a tremulous voice, the weight of the night finally crashes over him, the dogs, Billy, the tunnels, it's too much. The image of Steve crumpling to the floor, shards of ceramic in his hair, plays over and over again.

Eddie's face is wet as Wayne pulls him into his arms, he ignores the way the hospital chair digs into his ribs as he moves.

"S'okay Ed," Wayne whispers, letting his hand rub soothing circles on his back, up and down.

Wayne says something above Eddie's head, most likely to Hopper, but he doesn't care, not now. He focuses on the grounding feeling of being held, the warm comfort of knowing that when he needed it, his uncle was there. 

He tries not to think about the fact that it's Hopper in Steve's room rather than his parents. 

***

They don’t talk after. 

It shouldn’t have been surprising really. After the whirlwind in the tunnels, learning that Dustin really had managed to bond with one of the creatures over a mediocre chocolate bar, and finally, finally, getting Steve to the hospital, it was like everything else was put on the back burner. 

The government gives them all NDAs to sign, including Wayne now --how was he not going to tell his uncle after the hospital? The government officials had given Eddie a bit of trouble about it during the debrief about their cover story, until Wayne and Hopper had argued his defense. 

The worst part though, about everything, is the pretending. 

Pretending that everything is normal, like there aren't monsters from an alternate dimension running around Hawkins, like the government didn't know about the real reason so many people, like Mr.Newby, had died. Pretending that small petty things like his late homework assignments, or who was dating who in the wilds of Hawkins High really mattered. 

With that being said, the news that Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers were officially dating now, surged through the school. 

Pretending that that news doesn't make Eddie feel relieved was also difficult.

Well, maybe relieved isn't the right word, but after Eddie's half-assed confession before the tunnels, and the stay in the hospital, Steve has been avoiding him. 

And if it wasn’t because of Nancy….

Well, Eddie tries not to dwell too much on it.

Two weeks after their trip into the Dismal Caverns, Eddie spots, speak of the devil, Nancy Wheeler leaning on his locker.

The last bell has long past so it's only the stragglers now wandering halls, those waiting for Band Practice to start, those just getting out of detention. 

Three guesses which one he's here for. 

Eddie hasn't seen or spoken to Nancy since their government meeting, not that either had been particularly chatty that night, but she had at least sent a grateful smile Eddie's way as one of the officials went through the whole story of that night.

So to see her now sets his teeth on edge and his stomach plummeting into his shoes.

Is it back, did something happen to Will, did another Demodog surface?

Is Steve okay? 

As if Nancy can see the terrified questions swirling around his head, she raises the hand not holding her books to her chest and says lowly, "everyone's fine". 

Eddie lets out the breath he's holding, trying to lower his heart rate, "haven't seen you around these parts Wheeler, don't tell me you need a pick me up?"

He tries for a swarthy smile but it falls flat as the adrenalin from his earlier panic is still running rampant, he runs a sweaty hand through his hair, trying to hide the slight shake.

Nancy rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the locker by her shoulder, tipping her head towards the far back door to the building. 

She says nothing as she leads him out of the school and towards his usual picnic table in the trees.

Eddie tugs his leather jacket around his torso as a harsh November breeze kicks up dead leaves and dust around the school building in small whirls. He wishes in this moment he had found a zip up closure rather than one with button snaps.

Eddie laughs nervously as they enter the treeline, "uh huh, you sure you didn't want something?"

Nancy turns to sit on top of the table, her face impassive, "Mrs. Click was still there, in her room, I don't need to have any meetings with her and my parents because they think I'm being corrupted," she lifts her hands and makes exaggerated quotations with her fingers before rolling her eyes again. 

"We can talk here," she says primly, setting her books down on the table beside her. 

Eddie grins, "you're probably setting yourself up for a meeting with the counselor tomorrow anyway, walking out of the school with me".

He kicks at a bottle cap in the grass and watches as it tumbles a few feet away. When he looks back up, Nancy is staring at him with a pinched brow.

"I'll bite, what's going on?" 

Nancy nods and it's like a switch flips, her spine straightens slightly and her shoulders square before a determined expression smoothes out her face, it's eerie how similar it is to Steve's.

"What is he to you?" Nancy asks, 

"Who?" Eddie stumbles over the word, already knowing exactly who Nancy is asking about.

She looks around now, prompting Eddie to do the same, just in case.

"I know it isn't," she hesitates for a beat as though searching for the word, "safe to talk about it, but," she blinks once, twice, "that's part of why I'm here, asking". 

"I won't see Steve get hurt, not again". 

"So," Nancy stands now, gracefully rising to her feet and stepping off the table, she takes a step closer towards Eddie, "what is he to you?"

He has a good five or six inches on her at least but the fire in her blue eyes makes him feel so much smaller in this moment. 

Eddie feels a snarl build in his chest, the words tumbling out before he can get a chance to really think about them.

"That's fucking rich coming from you, as though you didn't rip his heart out at that stupid Halloween party". 

Nancy's face pales slightly, but there's blood in the water now.

He never really had the heart to ask Steve this question, and he probably never would have been able to actually answer it. 

But Nancy can. 

"Steve is brave, fucking reckless but he's brave, and selfless, and he cares so much --about everything,"

Eddie forces himself to stay where he is, to not move, but his voice climbs in volume, carrying through the trees. 

"You had that and you threw it away Wheeler, and you come in here asking what he is to me?"

He watches as Nancy looks around them frantically watching for people, but Eddie doesn't care, he keeps going.

"He's more than some bullshit you toss in the trash".

There are twin spots of red on the high points of her cheekbones, matching the flush painting her ears, Nancy pins him with a frosty glare as she breathes out slowly through her nose.

"Well, you certainly care, don't you, that's a question answered at least".

She clears her throat and blinks again, and to Eddie's horror, her eyes shine with tears in the afternoon sun. 

"You don't know what it was like after everything last year, how hard it was".

She wipes roughly at one of the tears that rolls down her cheek, cutting it off.

"I wanted to talk about it, I wanted to tell Barb's parents what happened to their daughter, my--"

Nancy swallows roughly, her nostrils flaring, "my best friend, was dead". 

"And Steve wanted to pretend that everything was fine, that it was normal," she clears her throat and wipes at her eyes again, "and I can't do that, I don't have it in me to let it go yet". 

Eddie nods, he gets it.

He didn't understand how everyone was able to just go on like everything in the last week didn't happen, or if he will ever forget the sounds those things made as they screamed in the darkness, that people had died that night. 

He can't pretend either and it's a relief to know he isn't the only one.

Eddie opens his mouth to apologize but Nancy keeps going, her words softer this time.

"I don't really believe that Steve has been able to let it go either if I'm being honest," Nancy says, her eyes searching Eddie's face as she speaks, "he sleeps with the hall lights on, did he tell you? He can't stand the dark anymore". 

"Yeah," Eddie breathes out, "he's said it before, I didn't know about the hall, but.."

He lets the thought trail off, it makes sense. It's not as though he's been sleeping well since everything ended either. Wayne had woken him up that first night to stop his screaming and calm him down, he ended up crawling in with Wayne for the rest of the night, something he hadn't done since he was eight.

Eddie startles slightly at the sudden small hand touching his arm. Nancy pulls back almost immediately at his flinch, regret painting her face.

"Steve needs something that I can't give him,"   and I need more than he can give me, it wasn't meant to last". 

"I didn't mean to hurt him, but that doesn't mean I'm good with Steve getting hurt again and again, he has enough of that with his parents".

Eddie nods again, "have they always been like that?"

Nancy's face darkens for just a moment before smoothing out again.

"In the year we were together, I met them once," she wraps her arms around herself and shivers as another breeze rips through the clearing, "he always made excuses for why they were gone or when they would be back".

She looks up at Eddie now, her wide blue eyes still red rimmed from earlier, "he told me about you, that night". 

Oh. 

Suddenly the weighted looks Nancy had been giving him make more sense. The small conspiratorial smile.

"Yeah well, he's been avoiding me," Eddie admits softly, lifting his hand to snag a lock of hair, "so I wouldn't hold your breath".

Nancy nods and shivers against a rough gust of wind that shifts the trees and swirls the leaves around the table. She looks into the distance suddenly, her eyes catching something behind Eddie as they widen before darting back to his face.

He turns his head to look behind him, only to see Hawkins Middle through the trees.

"Steve's good at pretending, but he doesn't have the same kind of friends around him that would just accept that version of him now, he's got us --well," Nancy stutters momentarily, "he's got you, and the kids, I'm pretty sure Dustin thinks Steve's an action here now".

Eddie snorts, prompting a smile out of Nancy. He takes a small step forward before offering his elbow. Nancy looks from his arm to Eddie's face once before reaching out to curl her hands around it.

"Alright Wheeler," he says with a grin, "how do we do this? I know you've got a plan rolling around that brain of yours and I'm cold as shit so let's move this to the van".

Nancy smiles again, tilting her head towards the Middle School once more, "How do you feel about Dances?"

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Part Ten Now Up (Final Part)

[heavencasteel420]

A few steps that would’ve made S4 better:

Remove Eddie and have Joseph Quinn play a nearly identical character in a fun, spooky Fear Street knockoff.

Give Steve most of Eddie’s plot. He almost hooks up with sweet Chrissy, sees her Vecna’d before his eyes, goes on the run, and incurs the wrath and suspicion of the already on-edge townsfolk (who have decided that their former golden boy turned aimless video store clerk must have gotten deep into drugs and the occult). He’s started playing D&D with the kids over the past year and, although it’s just a fun activity he does out of boredom/affection for Dustin, it gets twisted into something more sinister. Most of us the teens and the kids band together to help him out and manage to keep him safe from the mob; however, he’s still arrested at the end of the season and sitting in the county jail. He’s not gonna die because I thought it was stupid when it happened to Eddie. I think we should also get to meet his parents (I vote that they’re a cheesy blowhard salesman type and an absurdly uptight WASP lady, both of whom care for him but are clueless and unhelpful).

Let Jonathan come to Hawkins for spring break and be an absolute wreck about leaving his family, especially after they stop answering the phone a few episodes in. His college dilemma should be simpler and clearer (he did get into a school he wants to go to, with or near Nancy, but he’s decided he can’t go and has made up his mind that she’ll dump him once he tells her, which he does two or three episodes in); that way we can get into the meat of their conflict without wasting time on miscommunication or trying to figure out exactly what Jonathan’s position is. They’re both more thoughtful and understanding of each other than in their S3 fight, but that doesn’t make the problems go away, and she’s still mostly rightfully pissed off at him. His presence allows more interaction among the four main teens: Nancy and Steve hash out the past (he’s no longer in love with her but he’s gratified that she cares fiercely about him as a friend), Jonathan and Steve find some common ground, Nancy and Robin make friends, and actually I think Robin and Jonathan could have some interesting interactions). Jonathan, unfortunately, gets partially Vecna’d when Vecna can no longer get to Max. El and Will (who has discovered that he has more than trace amounts of powers) try to save him from afar but aren’t fully successful, and he ends the season in a coma.

Give Joyce Jonathan’s spot on the Cali Crew. She receives no foreign communiqués re: Hopper, but she’s been having weird dreams that hint he’s alive. She knows that there’s something going on with all her kids, but they’re all avoidant teenagers who won’t tell her shit anymore and she has a lot going on with her job/household worries. So she’s blindsided by El’s arrest, the weird vibes amongst her younger kids and Mike, the revelation that her oldest has walked into his fourth consecutive annual Hawkins Hell Week, the recruitment of El back into lab shit, a shootout in her own damn house, and Will’s struggles with his sexuality/burdensome emerging psychic powers. Argyle is also there, and they scoop up Murray along the way. It also turns out that the lab is offering El the recovery of not-dead Hopper in exchange for her cooperation, so Joyce still has her reunion with him.

Have Hopper be in the custody of the lab, not the Russians. They sold him or whatever. He can have a lab-captive friend instead of a Russian friend, and we can get another angle on the lab mythology.

Let Will and El be spooky psychic pseudo-twins already.

This wouldn’t be all I’d change (most notably, Dustin needs something to do, and I would tweak Lucas/Nancy/Max’s stories), but I think this would’ve been great.

[harrywavycurly]

Okay hear me out for a moment…imagine you dated Eddie in high school and it was just a mess the two of you were just better off as friends but right when you two break up when you’re a little over eighteen you find out you’re pregnant. So now you have to co parent with Eddie but fast forward a few years later and the two of you have gotten into a great routine, your daughter is about to be four and you work at Family Video.

Steve who met you when you came in to fill out a job application has always thought you were cute, like the man goes full on heart eyes every time he sees you. He had no idea you were Eddie’s ex until one morning Eddie came strolling in holding the hand of a little girl who Steve knew immediately was yours because she had your eyes but Eddie’s unruly curly hair. That’s when it all clicked in Steve’s brain, every time you talk about your ex you’ve been talking about Eddie Munson who Steve already kinda sorta shares custody of a group of kids with.

Now Eddie may be an idiot but he knows enough about Steve to know that he has a crush on you, he can tell by the way his cheeks get all red when he’s just looking at you. Eddie doesn’t mind, he thinks dating someone might be good for you because all your “free” time is taken up by Family Video or the occasional girls night with Nancy and Robin. While he might not like the idea of Steve getting to be around his daughter when he’s not there he has to admit Steve is a good guy and also he knows you can handle yourself, a trait he already knows has been passed down to your very headstrong daughter.

You on the other hand are oblivious to the fact Steve has a crush on you, Eddie teases him about his red cheeks in front of you but you’re too focused on restocking the shelves or helping your daughter pick a new bedtime movie. You’ve known Steve for a while now, of course you think he’s cute you may be out of practice with the whole dating and flirting thing but you still have eyes and can appreciate a handsome man when you see one. You just assume he’s nice to everyone and that might have a little soft spot for you because of your co parenting situation.

It’s not until Eddie drops off your daughter one Sunday evening and asks “so has Harrington made his move yet?” that you begin to replay the last few months in your mind and Eddie just laughs as he watches your face go from confused to flustered. “If he hasn’t then you might have to do it for him.” Eddie adds as he hands you your daughter’s backpack. “Has she eaten?” Of course you change the subject because you honestly don’t know what to say and thankfully Eddie is in a caring mood and drops it and answers your question just as your daughter runs past the both of you and into the house so she can go greet her teddy bears she’s missed over the weekend. “I know it’s not my place but…Steve’s a good guy,” you just stand there as Eddie turns to head back to his truck. “See you Wednesday.” He says over his shoulder and you just give him a small wave as you stand there on your front porch holding a backpack as thoughts of Steve Harrington fill your mind.

“No way…” is all you say to yourself as you turn and head inside so you can begin your daughter’s bedtime routine and put the idea that Steve has feelings for you to the side because if he had a crush surely he would’ve said something by now right?

[bejeweledbaby]

can we talk about how shake it off by taylor swift is steve harrington’s song?