#pushing all my gender thoughts onto eddie

[adverbally]

The String to Strike Within Me

Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompts “rough” and “aftercare” | wc: 1,463 | rated: E | cw: | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female steve harrington, female eddie munson, bdsm, dom steve, sub eddie, rough sex, strap-on, vaginal sex, light degradation, begging, subspace, praise kink | title from “Heaven” by Mitski

Not much of an excerpt here because of the filth after the cut but here ya go:

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“Anyone ever done this to you before?” Stevie asks teasingly…

as she buries the strap-on in Eddie’s pussy, grinding just a little deeper when her hips meet the back of Eddie’s thighs. “Fucked you with your own toy while you begged for more?”

Eddie’s only response is a whimper, muffled by the bedspread she’s hiding her face in. Stevie threads her fingers in Eddie’s hair, close to the scalp, and pulls her head upward. In Eddie’s current position on her elbows and knees, it forces her neck to crane uncomfortably.

“No,” Eddie gasps, “no, just you.”

“Good girl,” Stevie tells her with a smack! to her ass that makes Eddie clench just as Stevie is thrusting back into her.

She’s never heard this kind of noise from her own mouth before, a high-pitched stuttering cry for more. Eddie’s almost embarrassed for a moment, but then Stevie’s petting her flank like she’s a well-behaved pet and it’s so confusingly sexy that Eddie’s shame melts away like ChapStick in a hot van.

Stevie keeps up her slow and steady pace while her hand on Eddie’s ass rubs in comforting circles. “Okay, sweetheart?”

Eddie honestly doesn’t think she could form the words to explain if she wasn’t okay, but she is. She props one arm up to show Stevie a thumbs up.

Then Stevie’s fingers are digging into Eddie’s hips to pull her back onto the dildo, giving her the leverage to thrust harder. Eddie can hear their skin clapping together with each surge forward, the squelch of her cunt, the unconscious little ah, ah, ah noises pushed out of her with each stroke. The sound of Stevie fucking her might be the most amazing thing she’s ever heard.

“Look at you, being so good for me,” Stevie croons. Her voice jolts with the force of her movements.

Eddie doesn’t even know what else there is, but she’s begging Stevie, “More, please,” hoarse with wanting.

“Of course, baby, thank you for asking so nicely.”

Stevie does something that changes the angle of Eddie’s hips and suddenly the strap-on is hitting deeper than anything that’s ever been inside her. The fullness takes her breath away, especially when Stevie’s fucking her so hard that Eddie has to stick an arm out to keep her head from smashing into the fancy metal headboard of Stevie’s bed. It’s perfect.

“How’s that, sweetheart?”

Eddie sighs into the side of her outstretched arm. Her brain is so tingly with static that she can’t remember how to speak. Instead, she reaches her free hand behind her back as far as she can, waving it until Stevie takes the hint and interlaces their fingers.

“It’s just what you wanted, huh? My little slut, begging me to be rough with you.” Stevie speaks to her softly, squeezes her hand with a gentleness that doesn’t match the brutal movements of her hips. “You just needed me to fuck all those thoughts right out of your brain.”

She did. She had come home and asked for it, needing Stevie to get Eddie out of her head, and it was working. Stevie knows exactly what will drive Eddie into this mindless mess of pleasure: a little pain, a little edge of condescension in her caring words, a little too much stimulation. Rough, hard but slow, leaving Eddie helpless to her inevitable peak. It works every time. It’s working now.

“Why don’t you touch yourself for me, sweet girl?” Stevie leans over her to speak into Eddie’s ear. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

Eddie obeys automatically. She releases her death grip on the headboard, trusting Stevie’s hold on her to keep her from moving further up the bed, and snakes her arm under her body to toy with her clit. Just soft, glancing touches at first, the kind that make her stomach flutter. When she dips her fingers lower, she meets silicone, feels how her pussy stretches around the girth of the dildo.

Her moan comes out like a sob. “Please, please, Stevie.”

“I’ve got you, honey, you’re almost there.” Stevie showers kisses along her shoulders and the back of her neck. “Keep going just like that.”

Gathering the lubricant from around her entrance, Eddie drags her fingertips in clumsy circles around her clit. Oh, it’s good like this, when Eddie can forget everything else and just focus on bringing herself to the edge. She knows Stevie will take care of her, she just has to do this one little thing.

“Gonna come for me, baby? C’mon, I wanna feel you.”

Eddie hopes Stevie can feel her, the way her cunt is squeezing the strap-on, the wetness smearing halfway down Eddie’s thighs, the frantic motion of Eddie’s hand trying to push herself over the edge. Fuck, she’s so close, tightening up like she can’t bear for Stevie to stop, too much and not enough…

The tension snaps when Stevie bites down hard on Eddie’s neck.

She goes quiet when she comes, too strained and breathless for any sound to escape. Her orgasm brings tears to her eyes. She lets them fall onto the bedspread, imagining her stress falling away with each droplet that darkens the fabric. It’s pure relief, physically and mentally.

It’s not until her oversensitivity kicks in that Eddie’s voice comes back. Still without words, just a low groan that drags out while her toes curl in the blankets. It prompts Stevie to let up her merciless thrusts, slowing to a stop with the strap-on still inside Eddie.

“Is that better?” Stevie’s voice loses its faux-sweetness as she checks in. She sounds like the real Stevie now, a little anxious but full of love and genuine questions about Eddie’s wellbeing.

Eddie’s next exhale is a loud sigh. She doesn’t want to talk yet, wants to enjoy the quiet a little longer. But she knows Stevie needs an answer, so she hums, “Mmm-hmm.”

“Does your arm hurt?”

It has been twisted behind her for a while, Eddie has to admit. Reluctantly, she lets go of Stevie’s hand, flexing her fingers and dropping her arm to relax on the mattress next to her. It immediately relieves the pain in her shoulder that she had barely been aware of.

“There you go.” Stevie sits back on her heels, still not pulling out yet. “Anything else hurt?”

Eddie shakes her head. Her pussy is sore but that’s the good kind of hurt, not the bad kind Stevie means. She clenches around the dildo inside her to feel the ache flare again, like pressing on a bruise. It’s not too bad now that Stevie isn’t shoving it in as far as it can go. Eddie wishes it hurt just a little bit more.

“Do you want some water or something?”

No, she wants to lie here and feel Stevie’s warm skin against hers and bask in the love surrounding her and stay in this moment forever. The tears well up again and she shuts her eyes to stop them from overflowing.

“Okay, I’m going to grab a washcloth and clean you up a little—”

Eddie can’t stop the tears any more. “No!” she cries, knowing it’s going to make Stevie worry about her, which makes her cry even more.

Stevie shushes her and runs her hands up and down Eddie’s sides like she’s petting a nervous horse. “Okay, it’s okay. I’ll stay right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She bites her tongue on an apology. Stevie always tells her she doesn’t have to be sorry for how she feels, especially not after a scene. It still feels wrong, making Stevie scramble to appease her. She definitely can’t say she’s sorry for being sorry, so she just sniffles into the bedspread instead.

“Is it okay for me to pull out, sweetheart? Then I can lay down and hold you.”

“Please?”

Stevie does just that, twisting awkwardly to shimmy out of the strap-on harness and settle next to Eddie without disturbing the bed too much. She pulls Eddie close, letting her head rest on her chest and combing her fingers through the sweaty tangle of Eddie’s hair. “How’s that?”

“Better,” Eddie croaks, and it’s not a lie. Her cheek is pillowed on one of Stevie’s fantastic tits, surrounded by strong arms and soft curves and shiny hair and sweet perfume.

“Good.” Stevie presses a kiss to the top of her head. “You were so good for me, baby. Did everything I asked.”

The praise settles into the hollow spaces inside Eddie, the part of her that feels empty without Stevie inside her. The praise fills her like she’s a helium balloon and Stevie’s arms around her are the ribbon tethering her to the ground so she doesn’t fly away.

She floats comfortably into sleep like that, held and loved and lighter than air.

[bingbongsupremacy]

My Little Secret

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Teenage pregnancy, use of Y/N

Summary: You're scared to tell Eddie you're pregnant.

*Not Proof Read*

Note: Eddie and reader are the same age. Pretend he wasn't held back. Whole thing with Chrissy hasn't happened. Doesn't specify gender.

Stranger Things Masterlist

*****

Well this is perfect.

I stare down at the little while bar in my hands. Two thin likes stare back, mocking my mixed emotions.

What the fuck am I going to do? I shouldn't have let things go so far at Steve's party. I knew the fucking risk. How could this happen? I didn't think this would happen. What am I going to do?

What am I going to tell Eddie?

He doesn't want a kid...not now anyway. Fuck, this messes up everything. We can't afford a baby. How are we going to take care of it?

I begin to pace in the cramped bathroom. With every moment that passes, the room begins to feel more and more cramped, claustrophobic.

A thumping sound bounces off the walls from outside. Eddie's home.

Eddie's van shuts off with one last whine, the door shutting shortly after. I hear the keys jingle as he tries to open the front door of his trailer. " Babe? Ya here? "

I don't respond. I quickly grab the box the pregnancy came in and hide it at the bottom of the garbage can. I need to figure something out. I can't tell Eddie.

A knock breaks me out of my thoughts. I turn on the water, quickly washing my hands, hoping to relieve some of the nerves.

" Y/N? Why didn't you answer, babe. I thought you were still at work or something. " Eddie asks. " You feelin' okay? "

I swing open the door, pulling a smile onto my face. " Yeah, perfect. Just...lost in thought. " I push past Eddie, doing my best to act normal.

I'll figure this out. I have to.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, not completely believing me. " Okay...Do you want to watch a movie? I can order a pizza. " He offers, trailing after me.

I walk around the counter, picking my worn jacket and backpack up. " I actually, have to head out. My mom um needs help with the yard. " I lie.

A look of confusion flashes on Eddie's face. " Oh, okay...maybe another time? "

I nod stiffly. " Of course, Eds. You know how much I love our movie nights. "

I head towards the door.

" Do you want a ride? It's getting a little cold out. " Eddie offers, pulling on his jacket.

I shake my head. " I'm fine. A little fresh air never hurt anyone. " I attempt to joke.

I just need to get out of here. I feel like I'm suffocating.

Eddie looks unsure. " Are you sure? I really don't mind driving you. I don't want you to get hurt. "

" Eddie, I'm fine. " I insist. " It's only a few blocks away. Nothing is going to happen to me. "

Eddie follows me to the door. " Okay, okay. Just...call me when you get home, yeah? Just so I feel better. "

" Of course. " I pat his arm instead of our usual goodbye kiss. I don't hesitate to step outside. The chilly wind sends a shiver through my body, but I quickly ignore it. I need some time to think. I can't do that if Eddie's talking to me the entire ride home. Plus he'll see my mom's not home.

I feel Eddie's gaze follow me down the street, obviously worried about me. As soon as I turn the corner I feel a sigh of relief escape my lips.

I will be okay. I have to be.

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I've been avoiding Eddie. I feel like he knows. Like he can read me. He hasn't said anything, but the more I'm with him the more tempted I am to tell him. I'm scared. I don't know how to do this. I haven't even told my mom.

Fuck, she'd kill me. She's warned me about this ever since I started dating Eddie years ago. Why didn't I listen?

All it takes is one time, she'd insist. One time.

She'd never let me forget this. I can already see the look of disappointment on her face. She already doesn't like Eddie. Knowing he's the father would definitely make things worse.

" Okay, what's going on with you. "

Eddie's voice asks sternly as he slides into an empty chair next to me.

The library is empty except for the older librarian shelving books in the corner. Everyone's gone home for the day, leaving the room absolutely quiet.

I raise my eyes to meet Eddie's concerned ones. " What? " I ask in surprise, not expecting him to be here. I thought he had a meeting right now.

" Why have you been avoiding me? " He asks. Desperation peaks through his steady voice. " What did I do? " He reaches to grab my pencil clad hand.

I tense slightly. " Nothing. You didn't do anything, Eddie. " I mutter, looking down at my science home work.

" Then why won't you look at me? You've blown me off all week, what's going on? Please, just tell me what I did and how I can fix it. I miss you. " His tone is genuine. Worry is laced through his features.

I clench my jaw, sadness clustering in my throat. " Eddie, I swear, you didn't do anything wrong. I've just been...busy. I have a lot of tests coming up. " Not a lie. The amount of tests this week on top of the news of the baby has been stressing me out. I hardly have time to sleep, I spend most of my time studying and stressing over what to do.

Eddie scans my face for a sign of a lie. " Look, I don't think I believe that's all. When you're ready to talk about it, you know where to find me. " Eddie pulls his hand away from mine, the warmth of his skin quickly being replaced by the the cold air. He stands up, ready to leave.

" Eddie..." I start, unsure what to say.

Eddie turns back to me, hope in his eyes. He waits for me to say something.

I don't.

" I'm sorry. " I whisper.

Eddie nods, turning back around. " I'm sorry too. For whatever I did. " With that he leaves. His steady footsteps disappear into the hallway. His expression burns into my mind. Sadness, slight frustration.

I didn't mean to make him feel this way. I just don't know what to do.

With a sigh I glance down at my stomach. I haven't begun to show yet, thankfully. I have no idea what I'm going to do when I start. I can only wear baggy clothing for so long. It's getting harder and harder to hide the morning sickness. With only one bathroom, my mom's bound to find out sometime.

I'm so scared.

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A loud knock pulls me from the laundry. I leave my spot on the couch. Rain pounds on the front glass windows, blocking my view from outside.

Who the hell would be out here in weather like this?

I open the door, fully ready to tell the person to fuck off.

I'm met with the sight of a drenched Eddie. His eyebrows twisted in anger and frustration. He's soaked from head to door, water pooling at the bottom of his sneakers. In his hand is a familiar pink box, bold lettering smudged from the water.

The test.

" I can explain- " I begin, my heart pounding in fear.

He found it.

" Why the hell didn't you tell me. " Eddie cuts me off, his fist tightly around the now squished box. Water's soaked through the thin cardboard, turning it to near mush. He pushes past me, into the quiet house.

" Eddie...I...I'm so sorry. " Tears sting the back of my eyes. " I...I don't know what to say. "

Eddie's anger seems to twist into frustration. " Why didn't you tell me, y/n. " He repeats.

" I was scared. " I close the door, leaning against it for support. All the harbored stress and fear comes barreling out. My fluctuating hormones feed the fire, making everything fucking worse. " How did you find it? "

I know how he found it. I should've hid it fucking better.

" I was taking out the trash when I heard a rattle. I figured you might have dropped something in it and I pulled it out. That's beside the point, Y/N. You kept this from me. When were you planning of fucking telling me? " Eddie's voice is still strong with frustration as he paces around the hall.

" I was going to- " I begin.

" When?! You don't talk to me anymore, when the fuck were you going to tell me? I shouldn't have to find out like this. "

He's right. I should have told him.

Eddie's eyes snap towards me. His expression seems to soften when he realizes I'm crying. " Fuck. " He breathes out, putting his fingers tightly on the bridge of his nose. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. " I'm sorry. " He says slightly calmer. " I shouldn't have yelled at you. Fuck, I'm a horrible person. Who the fuck screams at their pregnant partner? " He clenches his jaw in frustration.

" No. " I shake my head, trying to push past my emotions. " You're not at fault here. I should've told you. You deserved to know. " I take a breath. " I was a coward. Eddie...I was scared of what would happen. To us, to the baby...with my mom. I was scared you wouldn't want the baby....wouldn't want me. "

Eddie's eyes open to look at me. " You were scared of me? Of us? Y/N, what did you think I was going to do? I love you, fuck you're the first person I've ever loved this much. " He admits. He takes a step towards me. Dripping strands of hair frame the sides of his face. " You couldn't do anything to make me stop loving you. I will always be there for you, no matter what. You didn't get pregnant alone, Y/N. In case you forgot, it takes two to make a baby. I'm as responsible for the baby as you are. You didn't need to keep this to yourself. "

I don't say anything.

He's right. Deep down I knew he'd still be there for me. I guess I was just afraid of what would happen if I wasn't right.

Eddie grabs my hand. " I love you and I love this baby. Nothing will ever stop that. I hate that you felt alone this entire time. That you where scared of what I would do. I never wanted you to feel like that. I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N. "

I hug him tightly, not caring about the water soaking in my pj's. " I'm sorry for not telling you. I...I shouldn't have doubted you. "

Eddie hugs me back. " We need to talk about this. "

" Yeah. " I nod, pulling my head away from his warm chest. " We do. "

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Eddie finishes drying the ends of his curly hair before speaking. " What should we do. "

" I have no idea. " I sigh. " My mom's going to kill me. " I begin to feel tears well in the back of my eyes. " She'll throw me out, I fucking know it. "

Eddie pulls me into his side. " Hey, hey. It's going to be okay. No matter what, I'll be right by your side when she finds out. We'll tell her together. You can...you can live with me. "

I shake my head. " I can't do that, Eddie. I can't do that to Wayne. He already sleeps on the couch. I don't want him to have to deal with a crying baby at all hours of the night. That's not fair to him. "

" Then we'll find a place to be together. I'm not letting you go homeless, Y/N. I'll-I'll get another job. The diner on Corner street is hiring. I can find a place for us before the baby...and Mrs. Thomas is selling her daughters' old crib, I'm sure she'll sell it to us for a decent price! I can sell my guitar and-"

" Eddie...no. " I put my hand on his arm. " That guitar means everything to you. You can't sell it. Plus, we're still in school. How the hell are you going to manage 2 jobs and school? "

Eddie's expression is serious. " YOU mean everything to me. This baby....it means everything to me. I'll do whatever I have to so you and this baby have a safe place to live. I can get my GED. We'll be okay. " Eddie's thumb traces circles on my thigh, an attempt to calm me down.

I know the argument is useless. Once he makes up his mind, it's set. " Don't do anything yet. We don't know what's going to happen. Let's just take this one day at a time. "

Eddie nods. " When are you going to tell your mom? "

" Tomorrow. I'll tell her tomorrow. " She's going to find out some day, and I'd rather it be from me.

Tomorrow it is.

[sleepingdeath-light]

home again ; yandere!wally darling

requested by ; anonymous (09/05/23)

word count ; 2031

content ; platonic yanderes, memory loss (the puppets all had their memories forcibly wiped), references to child/teen reader, obsessive protectiveness, author’s first time writing something platonic so… yeah

note ; i haven’t written anything like this before (sfw yandere stuff) so apologies if it seems a tad off. similarly i’m still adjusting to writing wally’s character in terms of dialogue and such, so that may also seem a smidge ooc.

fandom ; welcome home

pairing ; platonic wally darling x gender neutral!reader

read also on ; ao3

It was a beautifully melancholy evening: the stars and moon were obscured with thick, grey clouds that loomed overhead like ragged old curtains; the air was thick with dust and pollen that clung to your skin and clothes like a man hanging onto the edge of a steep cliff, digging their claws in and holding on with all the relentless might you’d come to hate; your room was only dimly illuminated by the pale blue light emanating from your monitor, the low hum of the vents the only sound to compliment the clicking of keys and the tapping of the mouse. Quiet, drab and dull; how very typical of spring.

But at the very least it gave you all the excuse you needed to sit behind a screen and doomscroll. Tired eyes skimming over articles and activists decrying the latest tragedy, thousands of crabs in the metaphorical bucket of social media all fighting for the attention of bystanders — only taking pause when you came across something all too familiar, yet at the same time entirely new.

‘Does anyone else remember Welcome Home? It was pretty popular when it aired back in the 70s and my friends and I are trying to create a complete archive for it’ — the caption read. Below it was a highlighted link and a picture that had been burned into your brain since childhood: bright swatches of paint adorning every surface, all seeing eyes as big as can be, and in front of it, that permanent smile carved into yellow felt. Wally Darling and Home, you remembered them both clearly enough — clearer than you’d have liked, even.

It had been decades since you’d actively thought back on Welcome Home, on your brief stint in stardom, and frankly you’d have rather it’d been kept that way. You still held a bit of a grudge over getting axed: ‘too mature’, yeah right! Every kid loves astrology and nobody is too old to talk about their feelings… you were only 14 for crying out loud! Too mature, your ass.

But perhaps, you reasoned, it wouldn’t be too bad to take a quick trip down memory lane. Sure you’d loved the show when it aired, but you stopped watching after your section was cut, so maybe it would be cool to see what changed in the interim — and, either way, your experiences would probably be helpful to the archivists. So no harm, no foul.

————

The site was easy enough to navigate but man you didn’t expect to get so emotional when you went looking through the recovered art. They looked exactly the same as you remembered, all of them — which is kind of silly to think about since puppets and tv show characters in general tend not to change since, well, they were meant to stay consistent. Frank was always going to look terribly stern, and Julie was always going to come onto scene with a new fabulous hairdo, and Eddie was always going to trip over his own feet on his rounds, and Wally was always going to open and close each episode with a nod to the audience. These things were staples of the characters and the show’s structure so of course they’d be the same.

But, still, you somehow felt like they should have changed in your absence. A small part of your mind, an irrational part surely, crying out that they were alive and that living things were made to change — which was silly. And, frankly, a little embarrassing that you’d even had that thought at all.

So you pushed that idea to the very back of your mind where it belonged and continued to scroll through the various pages of the website. Art from official books (you were sure you even owned the ‘ask Wally’ type book and that it was still at your parents’ place), merchandise like pop up figures (the sort that were found only in cereal boxes and magazines), promotional posters and even one piece from your short tenure on the show. You remembered posing for that photograph, being told to smile and to wrap your arms around Eddie and Wally — but for some reason you couldn’t quite recall what their puppeteers were called.

Or if they even had any puppeteers in the first place.

No. That can’t be right. They were puppets, characters, they had to have someone controlling and voicing them — but none of the promotional art nor your memories supported that basic truth. It didn’t make sense.

None of it made sense. This was why you’d tried to forget that show so desperately after you left. It messed with your head far too much to be worth the effort so why bother burning out over questions that could be explained by a faulty memory.

A memory that could, in picture perfect detail, recall the route from Howdy’s store to Home as clear as crystal — as if it were your own route to-and-from primary school. A memory that could replay patchy conversations between Wally and Julie, bittersweet bickering over hairspray and hairpins that you could only recall in pieces, but that still rang clearly as if you were thinking of childhood friends. A memory that was imprinted with the feeling of warm felt embraces and puffs of warm air from stencil cut mouths that would have been impossible if they weren’t alive. Moving eyes, small bodies, freely walking, freely talking — alive and well and clear as day in your mind as normally as recalling your parents arguing over a cup of freshly brewed coffee on the mornings of each shoot.

The distinctly strong smell of the synthetic hairspray Wally used that would hang around him and mixed with the scent of oil paint like a cologne — that burned your nose if you hung around too close to him in the early morning. The sheer joy of Howdy picking you up and tossing you in the air as a congratulations for your first scene done well — caterpillar fuzz that stuck to your clothes for days, as strong as velcro. The way you and Julie squealed when Barnaby shook back and forth and sent droplets of muddy water raining down on you and on her freshly done up hair — and the joke that followed her exasperated tirade as you, through giggles, explained frustration to the audience through a camera they seemed to not be able to see.

Memories that kept unearthing themselves the deeper you went into the site, eventually culminating with you tearing up at the sight of old friends you’d been forced to leave behind. Silly, perhaps, but you recall telling the audience that it was healthy to cry and to let it all go — so at least your teenage self would be proud of your emotional vulnerability.

After a good hour of this, and more than in need of a break, you finally clicked on the attached message board and typed up a simple few sentences. A greeting and a farewell all in one before you closed down your computer and went to bed.

‘I used to have a segment on Welcome Home when I was a kid. I was meant to do astrology and emotions, before I got cut for being too old lol. This brought back so many memories. Thank you, all.’

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Wally hadn’t meant to linger — really, he hadn’t — but there had been something oddly familiar about his latest visitor that he couldn’t quite place. Even from behind the screen he was trapped within, even as he watched their message load in, he could tell that they were different. It was their eyes, those tearful knowing eyes — he was sure he’d seen them before in that somewhere different, somewhere brighter, that came before the end he and his neighbours were trapped in.

When he saw their eyes he saw himself, a twisted altered reflection of himself that was filled to bursting with the warmth and awareness that he was created to hold within himself. A child’s eyes in the form of someone who he didn’t know yet he knew he must have once. A lingering, niggling feeling in the back of his skull, like fingertips brushing and scratching and digging into his fabric brain — rearranging and scouring and destroying and reaching for something that he couldn’t quite find.

He winced and squinted and stared through the screen to no avail, tilting his head and watching them as they flicked from screen to screen to screen desperate for a sign that he could use to place this familiar stranger. Unable to do so until finally — finally — their note came through and he was able to read the short greeting they’d left behind.

Then, and only then, did those forbidden memories come flooding back. A formidable tidal wave, a whirling rapid, of bright lights and experiences and conversations that had been torn from him and shredded in the writer’s room of their long gone creators.

He knew you, he’d always known you; the child too old for their youth that visited their neighbourhood in the beginning. Who always wore a beaming smile and treated them all with a grace beyond their years, spreading kindness and joy to his friends and to the audience only the two of you knew about. Who was far taller than his measly 12 apples of verticality but who never made him feel small. Who spoke eagerly of the constellations and painted the most wonderful pictures of stars and moons and planets far beyond their reach that he did his best to capture in his paintings. Who was only 14 but felt more like an adult than he did sometimes — he, who was crafted and sewn without a childhood — but who wasn’t above play and foley.

The child who was the absolute most; his favourite transient neighbour. All of their’s, actually.

How could he possibly have forgotten you?

You with your broad toothy grins, and your warm eyes that shone brighter than the stars you loved, and your arms that were big enough to carry even more apples than he could have ever dreamed of. You, who he promised to protect and keep away from the horrors of the world, theirs and your own. You, who never turned down a favour or plea from his neighbours.

You. Just you.

Wonderful, lovable, unforgettable you. His child of flesh, not felt, but he loved you all the same.

And he didn’t get to see you grow up, because his creators deemed you unbefitting of their world and cut you from their memories as ruthlessly as they’d cut your segments from their show. Welcome Home didn’t feel very much like a home after that — even if they didn’t quite recall what was missing.

Wally didn’t even want to think about all of the horrors and harms you’d faced throughout the years you’d been apart — he could see the wear hanging heavily in the downwards quirk of your lips and the dampened glint in your eye. He knew he’d sooner kill someone than let them hurt you, he’d threatened it plenty alongside Howdy and Eddie and Frank — they all loved you as dearly as him, once.

But in his current predicament he couldn’t do much to protect you. Couldn’t coddle you, couldn’t warm you, couldn’t sooth you with those sweets you used to love (if you even loved them anymore, it had clearly been quite some time), couldn’t do anything to help. He couldn’t even communicate with you, to apologise, to tell you he still loved you and that you were still welcome in their neighbourhood.

So he did the only thing he could; he drew you a picture. A silly little simplistic drawing, scratchy and crude, depicting a strong memory he had of you. The two of you, hand in hand, with your arms overflowing with apples you’d managed to steal from Howdy (oh how he missed such trivial things) — he hoped you remembered these moments as fondly as he did. Then, to the illustration, he attached a small message, a plea just for you, before settling back down behind the screen and hoping — praying — that you’d come back.

‘I’m sorry for forgetting you, friend, please come home’

[munsonsmixtapes]

I hear you're in need of ideas ! I won't be offended if you're not inspired by my ask , we love creative choice here !! So I have a bit of an aversion to the smell of weed because ✨ trauma ✨ I have nothing against it or anything. But I was thinking maybe just something a little angsty with a happy ending about how Eddie would react and deal with that as your boyfriend. Lots of love 💕

This is such an interesting request, so I am more than happy to fulfill it!

Eddie x gender neutral!reader

cw: mention of weed, hurt/comfort

Not proofread!

As soon as you started dating Eddie, you were quick to let him know about your aversion to the smell of weed. With him smoking it all of the time and always having it on hand because he sold the stuff, you felt like it was important for him to know. Just like always, he was so accommodating, making sure to shower after he smoked or made a deal. He insisted that it wasn’t a big deal but you weren’t so sure.

And to Eddie, it really wasn’t a big deal. He would do whatever he could to make you happy and that included a little shower before coming to see you after he handled the stuff. He really didn’t mind and an extra shower here and there really didn’t hurt.

But despite his reassurance, you still felt bad. That was one of the few things that calmed him down and now he had to take a few extra steps to make sure he didn’t smell like the stuff before he could come see you. You didn’t think it was fair.

One night after his shower, Eddie snuck into your room, smelling like nothing but the shampoo you had bought him, his hair still damp, signifying that he hadn’t showered that long ago. He pushed you down onto your bed eagerly and threw himself on top of you before pressing kisses to your lips, but you weren’t in the mood for once.

You turned your head and he leaned up, turning your face back to him so he could see it. He wanted to know what was wrong. You had never looked so uncomfortable around him. Eddie was always your safe space. The person you could come to with anything about now you were looking at him with a pained expression that he had never seen before.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head and normally, Eddie would have left it at that, but this was clearly bothering you so he had to get to the bottom of it.

“You can tell me. Whatever it is, I won’t be mad.”

“Promise?” You put your pinky out.

“Promise,” he replied with a nod and hooked his pinky around yours before giving it a shake.

“Well, I just-I feel really bad that you have to shower all the time after smoking or doing a deal. It’s just an extra step you shouldn’t have to take and I feel awful that you keep having to do it for me.” Your words came out so fast that Eddie almost didn’t understand what you were saying.

“I mean, I know you do it because you care about me, but I feel like I’m being selfish. What if-what if we just took a break?” That was not at all where he thought the conversation was going to go and there was no way that he was letting you break up with him. The only way the two of you would be apart was if one of you passed away. He was never letting you go as long as he lived.

“Woah,” he rested his hands on your shoulders. “Let’s not take drastic measures, hon. We’re not taking a break, okay? I know you feel guilty, but you don’t have to, baby. I really don’t mind showering before I come see you. I like using that nice shampoo you got me and like to make my hair look nice before I come and see my girl,” he smiled. “You’re not being selfish at all. I like doing stuff for you and making sure that you’re taken care of. And if that means taking a few extra showers every week, then so be it. I love you and I want to be with you for as long as I can.”

“You love me?” Your face lit up at the words. He had never said them to you before and now you knew that you were just being silly. Of course he wasn’t mad at you. Eddie couldn’t have been mad at you if he tried.

“So damn much,” he sighed.

“I love you too.”

“Now give me some sugar, sugar. Daddy needs a kiss.” He puckered his lips and you just shoved him away.

“Ew, not if you keep calling yourself that,” you laughed but gave him a kiss anyway, so grateful to have him in your life. Someone who would love you unconditionally even if you were acting irrationally. Someone who would love you until his very last breath.

[strangerthings-writer]

Save A Horse, Ride A Freak

(FtM!Eddie x MtF!Steve)

Word Count: 1,398

Summary: Eddie begs Stevie to ride his face, and while Stevie is nervous she’ll be bad at it… she’s actually quite good.

Warnings: NSFW (MDNI) gendered terms for genitals, use of names like “ma’am”, degredation, praise

Eddie has always been the type to initiate things, be the one making the demands while Stevie just seems to follow along. He’s usually a top, for lack of a better term. He doesn’t mind it being that way, in fact he enjoys it, but sometimes he does think about what it’d be like the other way around. Stevie has thought the same thing too. She’s thought about grabbing Eddie by his long hair and fucking him from behind. Getting him down on his knees and fucking into his throat until his lips were all swollen and dripping from his own drool and her cum… God, she would always get carried away with her thoughts, but she was always too anxious to execute them. What if Eddie didn’t like being submissive? What if this was how he liked it and he wanted to stick to it? Sure, it was a bit of a bummer, but she wanted him to have fun.

The aura of tonights little session seemed a bit different, and it had Steve a bit perplexed. Eddie was whining, letting Stevie take the lead in their heated kiss. His hands still wandered, but seemed to only wander very little. He had done this quite a few times now, maybe he wanted to have her on top for once, or maybe he was just playing a trick on her? She had no idea, and had a hard time reading anything Eddie did to begin with, so she pulled away.

“Are you alright? You’ve been acting weird these last few times and uh- I have no clue what’s going on- do you want me to do something different? Or-“ she began, but was cut off by a loud whine from Eddie.

“Jesus christ babe I want you to just- can you fuck me up? Like, just once? Twice maybe? Push me against the bed and drill me, sit on my face and fuck my throat I don’t care just- for the love of god would you please just dominate me once?” He finished, letting out a nervous laugh before covering his face. He knew Stevie was dense but not this dense. He had hoped she’d get the message at some point, but to no avail…

“Oh.” Stevie whispered out, sitting upright and staring down at the man. She felt dumb that she hadn’t caught on to that yet! And here she was, shirtless and looking stupid as she tried to wrap her mind around what her boyfriend just said. “You want me to… you want me to sit on your face?” She spoke, giving him a little smirk.

Eddie’s face went bright red and he huffed, crossing his arms. “I said what I said.” He spoke, trying to hide his bashful state with arrogance. Stevie let out a giggle and stared down at him for a moment contemplating whether she should or not. “…but what if I crush you?” She murmured, “I don’t want to hurt you or anything…”

Eddie rolled his eyes, shaking his head and grabbing onto the hem of her shorts, a pleading look on his face. “If you did, I’d die a happy man, now get up here, Harrington…” he grinned, tapping his lips with his fingers before letting out a laugh. Stevie only rolled her eyes and slipped her shorts and panties off, revealing her half hard cock.

Eddie’s eyes scanned over her body before letting out a delighted giggle, his hands going straight to her hips before looking up at her.

“How do you want this-? Like… my ass? My dick? What?” Stevie asked, getting a bit red in the face for having to be so crude about it. Eddie hummed in thought for a moment before gently grabbing her by the base of her cock, squeezing gently, “dick.” He said simply, giving her a big grin. She let out a little whimper and gave him a nod, “alright alright- I got it,” she laughed, gently slipping up and closer to his mouth before stopping. “You’re sure about thi-“

“Oh my god, Stevie, please.” Eddie whined like a child, stomping his feet impatiently too, just to go with it. He was being dramatic, but all he wanted was his girlfriends cock in his mouth.

Stevie giggled and gave him a slow nod, gently positioning herself over his face and slipping herself down into his mouth. God, it was so warm… so inviting. She could feel herself twitch and harden more-so as she cascaded down further to the back of his throat, earning herself a gag from the messy haired man under her.

“Fuck… that- that feels good…” she whispered, watching him silently. Eddie gagged around her length, his own arousal beginning to work its way up. He was harder than ever, his cunt dripping onto his boxers. God, he could feel it. The way she just eased down into his throat made him melt into putty in her hands.

She decided to test the waters, bringing a hand down to his hair and gripping onto it tightly before she drew herself out, then gently slid back down his throat. “G-good boy…” she whispered, her eyes never leaving him just to make sure she got a good reaction.

And by god, was his reaction heavenly. His eyes fought to stay open as he moaned around her, bucking his hips up into absolutely nothing but the now painful and teasing feeling of his boxers and jeans. This was perfect, both of them couldn’t get enough of one another in that moment, and they had only just started. Eddie gripped onto her hips, watching her as she would pull herself back and sink low into his throat, repeating this motion. She relished in the noises of the soft gagging and moaning coming from Eddie’s mouth, along with the sputtering from the excess saliva collecting in his mouth. He was covered in his own drool, some dripping down his cheek as he kept his tongue out to give her enough room to slide deliciously down his throat with ease.

She was practically dripping down his throat by now, her cock red hot and seeping at the tip. He could feel it… it felt like something out of a porno he had watched.

She tugged on his hair a bit harder and bit her lip, letting out a moan, “fuck- such a g-good little slut… you like when I use you like this, hm? When I make you my little whore?”

Those words sent Eddie’s blood running straight to his clit, his cock throbbing and straining against the fabric. He wanted to move his hands, give himself some sort of release, but Stevie was quick to stop him. “Ah ah, no. You can touch yourself when I’m satisfied…” got it?” She grunted, pulling from his mouth to let him speak. What followed were sputters and coughs as her spit covered cock was set free, his eyes going glossy. “Yes ma’am-“ he struggled to get out, looking utterly blissed out.

She was not expecting that one. It was so simple, yet so fucking hot. Something about Eddie Munson calling her ‘ma’am’ sent a shockwave down her spine. She bit her lip and let out a small giggle, slipping back down into his throat as she began to thrust a bit harder. “Good boy…” she gasped, gripping onto the bed frame.

It didn’t take long for her to get closer to the edge, letting her mouth hand open and small words of praise and expletives spilling from her parted lips.

Before she could reach orgasm, she pulled out from Eddie’s mouth and grabbed his hand, setting it onto her cock. “You know what to do-“ she gasped out, and Eddie was quick to move his hand along her length, leaving his mouth open with his tongue peaking out of his mouth.

Stevie’s orgasm was quick to envelope her entire body, a shiver running down her spine and a loud moan escaping her lips as she shot her load onto Eddie’s face, getting it in his hair, on the apples of his cheeks, his eyelids, his tongue, his chin… needless to say, he was well painted.

Eddie licked up some of the cum from his chin while Stevie wiped off the bit that was on his eyelid and he smiled up at her, giving her a daring look.

“My turn.”

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

8 - Oh Why Can’t My Dream Come True

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr and lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: gender dysphoria, misuse of pronouns, use of deadname

Year: 1988

“They’re gonna freak out,” Eddie panicked.

“No they won’t,” Steve assured.

“They’re gonna call me a girl,” he hissed.

“And I’ll yell at them, then we’ll leave. You’re my boyfriend and soon-to-be husband, alright? I’m not gonna let them walk all over you.”

“If you say so.”

“Oh, hello boys. What brings you here?” he asked.

“Oh, hello boys. What brings you here?” he asked.

“Off to a good start,” Steve whispered. “Hi, dad. We, uh… we actually had some news we wanted to share with you guys.”

“Alright, what is it?”

“For starters, we’re getting married.”

“Oh, congratulations!” Pattie cheered, forcing the two of them into a hug.

“How, uh… how exactly does that work?” John asked.

“Well…” Steve looked to Eddie, seeking his approval before continuing. He gave him a nod and a reassuring rub on the back. “Since Eddie is still legally considered a female, we’re able to get married. When we go to change his last name, he’ll finally be changing his first one too.”

“About time,” John said.

“You’re telling me,” Eddie dryly chuckled.

“So what else?” Pattie asked.

“Hmm?” Steve hummed.

“You said ‘for starters’—what else is there?”

“Well…” They looked the each other, fear filling their eyes. “We’re, um… uh…”

“For Christ’s sake, we’re having a baby,” Eddie rushed out.

Pattie and John stood there catching flies. Their eyes bulged out of their head, not quite sure how to take the news.

“Okay, not everyone speak all at once, god,” Steve said.

“I… are you sure?” Pattie asked.

“Yeah, we’re sure.”

“Okay, but how sure?”

“I took an at home test and just got my blood work done. So… pretty sure…”

“Wow… John?”

His father didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed past the boys and made his way to the study. Pattie rolled her eyes and chased after her husband.

“Told you so,” Eddie said.

“Not the time, Munson. Mom, dad?” Steve called.

“What?” Pattie sighed.

“We just… we thought you guys would be happy. You know… grandkids, yay…”

“Steven, we put up with this whole charade you made us put on for your girlfriend–“

“Whoa–“

“I am not done speaking, Steven. You make us relearn a name, address her by some ridiculous new pronouns. We can accept the two of you getting married, since legally we can’t stop you. But having a child? No, absolutely not. You two as parents? Please. It’s an unfit household.”

“How, dad? Hmm? How are we unfit to be parents?”

“A child needs a mom and a dad. Not a dad and a fucking tranny.”

“Yeah, because a mom and a dad did me so fucking well. We’re done here. Let’s go.”

Steve grabbed onto Eddie’s wrist and practically dragged him out of the house. He opened Eddie’s door for him and shut it once he was fully in the car. Even when he was heated beyond belief, he always took the time to treat Eddie the way he deserved. Especially now that they had a child on the way, he always found a reason to calm himself down.

Without realizing, Steve was driving with his mind on autopilot. Despite not being scheduled to work that day, he found himself pulling into the Family Video lot. When it clicked, he blinked aimlessly a few times and profusely apologized to Eddie.

“No, no, it’s okay, honey. Let’s get a movie or something while we’re here and say hi to Robin.”

“Yeah, okay…”

“We don’t have to tell her yet if you don’t want.”

“No, no I do. Sorry, my parents put me in a bad mood.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

Steve got out, rushing over to get Eddie’s door for him. He helped him out and the two stood outside the door, trying to silently reassure each other before heading inside. As Eddie reached for the door, Steve grabbed his waist and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

The two caught Robin’s eye as she was processing some returns. She raised a brow and leaned over the counter, waiting for the two to walk in. They mumbled something incoherent to each other before Steve opened the door for Eddie.

“Long time, no see, boys. How’re we doing today?”

“Good,” Eddie smiled. “How’re you, Rob?”

“I’m good,” she said, glancing over at Steve. “Are you hiding something from me, Harrington? You’re usually talking my ear off.”

“Can we talk in the back, Rob?”

“Sure… everything okay?”

“Yeah, just come on.”

The friends dipped into the cramped back room as Eddie wandered around looking for a movie for the night. Robin leaned against the door as Steve hopped onto the desk with a huff.

“What’s really going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Something’s up. What’s going on?”

“Sorry, we just got back from my parents’ house.”

“Ah. Any reason you were there?”

“Do I need a reason to visit my parents?” Robin raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Yeah, okay, you got me there.” Steve buried his face in his hands. “Eddie’s pregnant…”

“Holy shit, what? How?”

“We weren’t careful and uh… yeah. He’s pregnant. Just about two months, now.”

“Wow… so, you’re gonna be a dad?”

“I know…”

“What the hell‽”

“I know!”

“Jesus… how does Eddie feel about the whole thing?”

“He’s nervous, understandably. I’m more nervous for his mental state, y’know?”

“Why?”

“Rob, he’s worked so hard getting where he is. He’s come out to me, to everyone we know, dealt with the backlash, went through the agony of top surgery, and now… after all that… he’s pregnant… it’s like two steps forward and three steps back. I feel terrible.”

“Steve, he loves you and I’m sure he’s happy to do this for you. If he weren’t, I’m sure he’d bring up the idea of getting rid of it. I think he’ll be okay.”

“I just worry.”

“And you have every right to worry! It just means you’re a good boyfriend.”

“Fiancé,” he corrected.

“Jesus, Harrington, I don’t see you for a week and you come in here saying you’re gonna be a dad and a husband!”

“I know, crazy, huh?”

“Where does all the time go, Christ…”

“What do you mean?” Steve chuckled.

“Steve, three years ago, when we met at Scoops, you and Ed had only been dating for like six or seven months. Both unsure what you’d be doing with each of your futures. Now here you are, nearly college graduates, engaged, and future dads. It’s insane!”

“Yeah, I guess it is…”

“I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks, Rob. That means a lot.”

“Of course, dingus. I’ll always be happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Steve chortled. “I should go check on the husband. Lord knows what he’s getting into.”

“Probably ruining all my hard work from this morning,” Robin teased.

“I wouldn’t put it past him.”

As if I’m cue, as the friends emerged from the back room, Eddie had tripped over one of the displays Robin had spent all morning setting up. She pinched the bridge of her nose, motioning for Steve to collect his man.

“Sorry,” Eddie started. “Pregnancy brain is already getting to me.”

“I figured. Congrats, by the way.”

“Thanks, Robin…” Eddie blushed as Steve helped him up. “Uh, Stevie, how do you feel about a horror movie?”

“Depends which one.”

“Nightmare on Elm?”

“Ed, we’ve watched that a million times.”

“Yeah, your point?”

“God, I hate you. Fine, we’ll rent it again, but I’m getting something too.”

“Fine by me. I’ll be right back,” he said, setting the tape down on the counter.

“Where’re you running off to?” Steve asked.

“If you must know, Steven, I feel like I’m about to puke my guts out. Happy?”

“Dear lord. Call me if you need anything.” Eddie gave him a thumbs up as he headed to the Staff Only bathroom.

“So, what’re you gonna make him sit through?” Robin asked.

“A birthing video. He wants horror, I’ll give him horror.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why not? We both need to be prepared.”

“If you say so.”

Later that night, after the boys had dinner and finished watching Nightmare on Elm Street, Steve surprised Eddie with the birthing video. At first, Eddie was reluctant to watch it, especially so soon, but he eventually caved and let Steve pop the tape in.

The tape started out as rather informational, going through the different stages of labor and what to expect in each. What neither of them were anticipating, was it cutting to a woman actually pushing a child out of her.

“Can result in a severe hemorrhage, which could lead to death in minutes,” the narrator droned.

Eddie and Steve sat back on the couch, clutching their thighs to their chests, mouths hanging open with eyes popped out of the skulls.

“Steven, why did you make me watch that‽”

“I don’t know!”

“Was that meant to be comforting‽”

“I don’t know!”

“Oh my god, a human is going to be coming out of me!” Eddie panicked. “This is all your fault, Harrington!”

“What is‽”

“First knocking me up, then showing me that video!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Ugh!” Eddie fell back on the couch, dragging a blanket with him. He cocooned himself in the couch’s throw, only allowing his eyes to pop out. “This kid better be worth it.”

“She will be.”

“I hate you, Harrington.”

“I know you do, Munson…” Steve sighed as he rubbed his fiancé’s back. “I know you do…”

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Day Thirteen - Degredation

435 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader // Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Jonathan Byers

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; mean!reader; sub!steve; dom!eddie; dom!jonathan; anal sex; gaping mention; double penetration; blowjobs; vibrators; fuck toy; degredation; mild cucking; degredation; name calling; whore (steve); slut (steve); toy (steve); cum rag (steve); cum shot; cum eating; explicit language

"What's the matter, Steve?" You cock your head innocently as you push the wand up against Steve's balls and make him scream. "Can't take it? I'd think a little whore like you could manage."

Steve's flat on his back, arms pulled above his head and wrists bound to the headboard. You thrill as his back arches as you press the wand into his body.

"I own you, Steve, I think you've forgotten that."

"I ha-AH! I haven't! I sw- I swear!" Steve babbles, voice breaking as you glide the wand up the base of his cock.

"No? Well that's funny l, because I've heard that you call Eddie daddy when he fucks that pretty ass of yours."

Steve whines, bucking his hips up against the vibrator.

"What? You thought I didn't know? How could I not when I flip you over and see that gaping hole? Eddie's got you all stretched out from that fat cock of his, I'll have to teach him a lesson for ruining my favourite toy."

Kneeling between Steve's legs you lift the wand enough to fit your free hand underneath him, pushing a spit-soaked finger into his hole.

"Don't even get me started on Byers, the way he sends you back here all aching and bruised. I mean, the whole of Hawkins must know you earn those bruises by acting like a brat. I mean they wouldn't expect any less from Steve 'the whore' Harrington."

Steve's hips buck again, his thighs starting to tremble as a second finger slips inside him.

"They could do whatever they wanted to you and you'd just take it, wouldn't you? Just another toy for them to fuck. Let me guess, Eddie fucks you while you choke on Jonathan's dick? Or is it the other way around?" You push a third finger into Steve's ass. "Fuck! Feels like both of them have been fucking you at once. Is that it, Steve? Two fat cocks been stretching out this pretty little hole?"

Steve screams as his whole body jerks involuntarily, muscles flexing as he sprays cum onto his stomach. You switch off the wand and throw it to the side and pull your fingers out of him. Scooping up his cum with your clean hand you dribble it into his mouth, which he holds open obediently.

"You love it though, don't you? Getting passed between the three of us so we can use you like a cum rag. I'll have to call them and get them to come up here, I think it's going to take all three of us to teach you a proper lesson."

[riddle-me-ri]

TWOJAR!Riddler x F!Reader - Having Fun Pt. 2

A/N: Whelp, the past 48 hours have taught me anything is that y’all really are thirsty for the buff leprechaun prick...and it’s okay, me too. I’m glad I could provide rip. So here’s a part 2, as a thank you for all the love and support on it. Special thanks to @finniestoncrane who requested the brilliant set-up for this in the first place.

Also reader has a vagina in this, the first part can (hopefully) be read gender-neutral, but I only know how to write smut for an afab reader cause it’s what I’m used to rip so sorry...

Trigger Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (like fresh filth), Unprotected Sex, Face-fucking, Biting, Heavy Sexual Teasing, Cursing...that should be it

Word Count: 1.77 k of pure filth I’m so sorry

Oh yeah…he’s pissed…pissed and horny. 

You had to try and keep your smile down to a smirk before it turned into a prideful grin. No need to remind Ed of that pale-faced prick. You get in the passenger seat and you barely get your seatbelt on before Ed peeled out of the parking lot. 

“Jesus, Ed what the hell?”

A scoff.

You crossed your arms in a huff. He always got like this whenever you dealt the shit he gave you back at him.

It’s a fun game between the two of you. Who gives in first? Who crumbles at the touch of the other? Who is the first to say “fuck this” or “to hell with this” and pounce?

Looks like it’s him, and it’s got him frustrated…

Edward was always a a sore loser. You were lost in thought of your next move, when you felt a warm hand on your knee. You gave the hand a glance before looking back out the window. The thumb of his hand started rubbing along your knee. 

Shit, gotta think of something… 

You grin as the idea came to you. This set-up gave you an advantage to double down on your ministrations from earlier that you were able to half ass with your foot. You also don’t have to be as discreet about it. 

“Eddie?” 

“Mm?” He didn’t dare take his eyes of the road to look at you, he removed his hand from your knee to make a turn.

You lean over the center console. One arm goes around his head and onto his shoulder. The other lays purchase on his left pectoral. His shirt was open (obviously) so your bare hand touched warm skin. His breath hitched at the cold assault of your hand. 

“I can keep going…”

“I don’t doubt it.”

Your hands start softly rubbing into his skin, as your lips began making a trail kisses and hickies along his cheek, neck, wherever your lips could reach. He tries to remain unphased by your affections, but it is all a front. The hand that rested over his chest could feel his heart doing backflips. 

He can think whatever he likes, but his heart doesn’t lie. You drag your hand down his torso, stopping at start of his question mark scar. Your pointer finger begins to trace the top of the question mark to the bottom and playfully tap the point. You did this a couple times to get him to loosen up as you notice his hands tighten the steering wheel again. 

“Do you want me to? Keep going?” Your hand falls down from his chest and lands between his legs. Your fingers cup his dick and you start pumping it through the fabric. He hisses as you gently nip at his earlobe.

“W-We’re almost home..”

“Doesn’t answer my question.”

“Gr..y-you’re mad…absolutely mad and insatiable.” 

“Only for you, Mr. Nygma.”

That was your final attack, the move you waited until the very last second before he absolutely implodes, securing you a victory. 

Before you knew it, he threw the car in park in front of your apartment complex. He grabs you around your waist and torso and drags you across the console and into his arms. 

“Ah–Ed!” If it wasn’t for all the teasing beforehand for your game, this would’ve been super sweet to have Ed carrying you to your apartment. His eyes were completely blown at this point. There was nothing sweet behind those eyes. 

You gulp. Maybe you pushed him a wee too far?

~~~~~~~

It was a small scuffle for the top position. After you two threw off the rest of your clothes, Ed lifts you up again to toss you on the bed. You were quick to scurry away before he could cage you with his body.

“Nuh uh, I don’t think so.”

Ed growled in frustration. It shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did. 

You pace the edge of the bed before pushing him down onto the mattress. You’re straddling him now as you grab his wrists to keep him from lifting you up and tossing you back down. 

Given how turned on you both were by the end of dinner, it was a toss up who won or lost. Now it was up to who could make the other cum first. 

Ed lets up; he puts his arms up in faux surrender. “Okay, okay…You win, darling...just...please.”

“Please what?” You mistakenly let go of his wrists. 

“Let me make you cum.” He smirks.

He grabs your waist before scooting further down the bed so his head was perpendicular with the mattress and not propped by a pillow. He hoisted your waist up and pressed your core right to his face. 

“Ed! Ahh…shit!” 

His tongue immediately dove in between your soaked folds. Eagerly tasting for more of your juices. His stupid round nose teasing at your clit every time he shook his head. 

“S-S-mmm- sore loser…” You mutter in between your moans. You could feel him grinning before teasingly nipping at your folds. You’re desperately clawing at something to ground yourself, you find purchase in the textured wall. 

You’re conflicted between pulling yourself away for a chance at victory or just giving in to the loss. Ed’s hands squeeze your waist as he begins thrusting his tongue in and out of you, occasionally taking it out to lick deep circles in your clit. 

“F-f-fuck…fine. Fine! God damnit, you-you win...just...please...please, baby…Eddie..” You were becoming delirious at this point. You didn’t give a shit about winning, you just needed some release from the growing knot in your stomach.

Before your brain can register what you’re doing, you’re softly grinding your cunt further into his face. Anything to get his tongue to reach in deeper. Edward hoists your hips off his face for a minute as he brings his fingers up to your clit to rub fast circles. 

“E-E-Eddie! Ed-fuck…just like that.” 

Your hands fly down to grab at his head. You were once fighting to keep his touch off you. Now you’re fighting to make sure he doesn’t pull away. 

“Mm...Ed! ED!” The knot in the pit of you gut finally came undone in a strong wave. Every inch of your body shook in tremors as warm tingles rode throughout your nerves. You barely felt the soft lazy licks at your folds as Ed’s tongue lept at your release, not wasting any. 

Eventually you had to pat his head to let him know you were getting sensitive. He let go of your waist and you scooted down as he sat back up to lean his back against the wall. You straddled him lap as you rest your hands on his shoulders.

His stupid chin was shiny in the glow of the moonlight that spilled past the window. 

He has a stupid grin on his face. 

He opened his mouth to say something, probably something stupid. 

You smashed your lips into his. He tastes like you and it makes you moan into his mouth. He lets you take control for once and allows your tongue to take over his mouth. Your hands cup his face as one hand of his cups your cheek. 

His thumb rubs along your cheek and it makes you break the kiss to look at him. The absolute wreck you’ve turned him into. His pale skin was tinted a soft red throughout. His hair was disheveled in some areas and his broad chest was heaving. 

Let him think he won…this view is worth losing over.

“What does the, oh so brilliant, winner of the evening want for his prize?” You already know the answer, which is why you were already lifting yourself off his lap.

“What I always want…” Ed groans as you grab his cock to line up to your entrance.

“Me.”

“You.” You both let out a moan as you finally connect. His cock stretched you and reached further into you than his tongue ever could. 

“Shit..E-eddie…”

He wraps his hands around your waist. “F-fuck…” He pulls you into his chest as he starts kissing along your neck and shoulder. He slowly starts thrusting in and out of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, as one hand runs through his hair. 

“Aahh..E-Eddie w-what’re you?”

He bite and nibbled on the top of your breast in a strange pattern than usual. He was marking you up though, that’s all you knew. When you tried to ask him again, he just started thrusting harder and you began bouncing on him to meet his pace. 

You were close after coming earlier, although you tried to keep it at bay so you could come with him. Ed is kneading both breasts now, the one he marked up being especially tender with every squeeze, but it just fueled you more. 

You grab Ed’s face again and pull him in for another passionate kiss. Faster and faster, closer and closer to the precipice. Your legs start shaking as the all too familiar knot starts tightening and tightening. 

“E-E-Eddie..Eddie!” 

His fingernails dig into your skin as he holds you down on top of him as you cum and he’s quick to follow suit as your clenching walls tighten around him from your climax. 

You’re both panting messes. You rest your head on his chest as he leans his head against the wall. 

“That was close…” He mutters. 

You giggle softly, “yeah, I almost broke your winning streak there, huh?” 

“If not for your foolish tall tale I would’ve taken you over the table.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Ooohh. Good to know…gives me ideas for next weekend.”

It was his turn to laugh now. 

“Now what the hell were you biting into me,” you looked down at your right breast, “oh what the hell?” 

There were four to five marks that were starting to bloom, and they were linked together to look like a question mark. 

A goddamn question mark. 

You lightly punched him in the shoulder, before shoving your face into his chest again. “You’re such a possessive asshole.” 

Ed chuckles again as he scoots down the bed with you in his arms and grabs for the covers to cover the both of you. 

“But you love me.” He kisses the top of your head. 

“I do, and there’s nothing to be done about it, unfortunately..”

“Damn.” 

You punch his chest again. 

“Hey, is that anyway to treat your partner after having such a fun night together?”

“Oh...hush.” 

You both fell asleep contently in the others arms, already scheming about the next night of fun to come.

[artofalyksandr]

Thinking about him again

[etherealperrie]

Stuck With You {pt. I}

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: In which Class President!Reader is paired with Stoner!Eddie Munson for a class project. Despite their best efforts to get a new partner and a general hatred one another, Reader and Eddie find out there might be more to one another than they first thought. And...Hey, wait, you're actually kind of sweet and misunderstood?

Word Count: 2k

Contains: Mild language | Enemies to friends to (later) lovers trope | Class President!Reader | Fluff & cute banter |

A/N: Italics indicate a flashback sequence. Story takes place pre-season 4, so no spoilers for the newest season (aside from Eddie being a character and existing in the ST universe). (Almost) gender neutral, aside from the use of the word "madame" a handful of times. My first time writing for Eddie Munson. Hope you enjoy <3

This is the first part in the "Stuck With You" series! Here are the links to parts 2 | 3 | 4 |

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You were meant to be helping prep for tomorrow’s pep rally, but you’d somehow let Eddie the freak Munson convince you to trek across town to Forest Hills Trailer Park just to get some work done. Convenient for him, at the least. You’d never even been to this side of Hawkins before. Well, you’d driven past on your way to and from school, but you’ve never spent any real time here. Not until today. Groaning, you glance down at your watch as you trudge across the grass, searching for the right trailer. 8:13pm.

It wasn’t like you didn’t try to get a different partner, it was that Ms. O’Donnell refused your plea. Eddie didn’t look pleased about the pairing either, but he didn’t often look pleased about anything. The only time you ever saw him smile was when you caught glimpses of the Hellfire Club meetings after school in one of the empty classrooms as you passed by on your way to and from student council meetings. The room was always loud and raucous, shouting and whooping both at and on behalf of Eddie as he rolled some dice. In the classroom though, he was rarely present – physically or mentally. Barely passing the class, you assumed, which was why Ms. O’Donnell had the sadistic idea to pair him with you: in hopes of finally getting him graduated. 

“I prefer to work alone,” you say, looking up into the eyes of Ms. O’Donnell. 

She clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “This is a partnered project, it’s too much work to do alone.” She starts to turn away but you refuse, pushing yourself up from your desk to step between her and the chalkboard. 

“But, I’ve already read The Scarlet Letter! And, we both know I’m going to end up doing all of the work anyway. Anyone else, please.”

The words tumble out of your mouth, sounding a bit more desperate than you wanted, but it was just unfair. You had a winter ball and a pep rally to plan, plus a student council to run, you didn’t need to waste time trying to get a deadbeat student to do some work. 

“My mind's made up, my dear. You should get to work, I’m certain you and Mr. Munson will work well together if you put aside your differences and try.”

You open your mouth to object once again, but she holds a hand up, signaling that the conversation was over. Groaning, you turn back to the class, everyone in the room divided evenly into pairs. At the very back is none other than Eddie Munson. He’s leant back in the chair, his feet propped up on the desk, a smug grin on his lips. 

“Madame President, what an honor,” he teases as you slide into the seat next to him. He sits up at attention in his chair, mocking a salute. The silver skull ring on his middle finger glints under the stream of sunlight coming in through the adjacent window. His fingers, long and nimble, crash down onto the desk as he chuckles to himself, too proud of his own joke. 

You roll your eyes, sliding him a copy of the book Ms. O’Donnell had given you. “Trust me, I’m just about as delighted with this pairing as you are.” 

He scoffs, feigning hurt, and picks up the book. He pages through it haphazardly before setting it back down, all in the same second. His eyes move to you, his smile spreading. “Actually – Madame President – I am quite delighted with my partner. This is the last class I need to pass to get the fuck out of here and I have a feeling you’ll be able to get me that passing grade.”

“I’m not doing all of this by myself to float your ass to graduation so you can go jack off with your stupid club and sell drugs in the meantime.” You cross your arms harshly, shooting him an accusatory look. 

“You are a truly ruthless leader, Madame President.” 

“Enough with the nickname already, Munson. Or, if you’d prefer to stick with them, I have a few I could use for you.” 

He raises an eyebrow, challenging you. “Would ‘Oh, Mighty One’ be better?” 

You open your mouth to argue, but snap it shut. 

He didn’t know you and didn’t want to. You didn’t know him either, but you didn’t need to. It didn’t matter much either way, there was a project that needed to be done and you weren’t going to let a stoner like Eddie Munson tarnish your permanent record, not with graduation just a few weeks away. You could both graduate and move on with your lives, this project would be nothing but a small blip in the rearview mirror of life. 

“Let’s just get this over with. The sooner we start, the sooner we can be done. What are you doing after school?”

“Oh my god are you asking me out?” he gasps, his voice lifting an octave as he twirls a piece of hair between his fingers. 

“For the project,” you hiss. “We could meet in the library before my student council meeting.”

He laughs loudly, catching the attention of a few of the students around you. 

“I’ve got Hellfire Club.” He lifts his hand and puts up a finger, counting each thing off with his other hand as he talks. “Then a couple of drug deals – the usual, weed, Special K...you know how it is–” he looks up at you with a smirk, chuckling at your wide eyes. “And then after that, I’m working with the band. So, no, the library won’t work for me. But you can drop by after we’re done.”

The evening was cold and dark, fog rolling in over the small town. You thought you might hear the final moments of Eddie’s band rehearsal as you approached a light blue trailer near the end of the park, but they must’ve been long finished. You wondered if they were actually any good. You couldn’t actually imagine liking it, you weren’t a fan of metal music – more of a Cyndi Lauper fan, yourself – but you couldn’t curb your own curiosity. To your dismay, it was eerily quiet. Tugging your jacket a little close to your chest, you hope you’d stumble upon the Munson residence sooner rather than later. 

“Boo!” A voice shouts, echoing into the night. You jump, goosebumps crawling across your skin as you crash into the side of the trailer in front of you, your heart thumping loudly against your chest. “Woah, woah, sorry, I didn’t really mean to scare you.” Eddie Munson comes into view, his long hair wild and mussed, his eyebrow quirked. A haze of smoke pools around him, a cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. He takes you in, his gaze moving down your body and back up to your face, assessing the situation. 

“You okay?” His smug smile fades, his brow knitting together in worry. He drops the cigarette and stamps it out, stepping closer to you.

“I think so.” You peel yourself from the side of the trailer, your heart still pounding, your breathing labored and ragged. “Ouch,” you mumble. A tinge of pain stings your head, where you’d smacked it in your moment of panic. You cough, batting away the smoke and reach up to rub the sore spot. 

“I thought you saw me, that was a shitty idea, my bad.” He steps forward, leaning over you to check out your head. He was so much taller than you thought, a good foot taller than you. As he hovers nearby, you breathe in the scent of him: cigarettes, sweat, and a musky cologne flooding your senses. “Come on in, I think I’ve got some ice for your head.” He yanks open the trailer door and steps through the frame, leaning back to help you in. 

You’d never been this close to him before nor seen him outside of school. You were always rushing around at school so you never really had an opportunity to study him. A pair of black jeans hang low on his hips, held up by a studded dark leather belt. Standing with his hand resting on top of the doorframe, a thin strip of his stomach is visible underneath his Hellfire Club t-shirt. Your eyes work their way up his long torso, taking note of the various tattoos scattered across his arms and collarbones. 

Before you know it you’re sitting on the edge of Eddie Munson’s bed, holding a bag of frozen peas to your head and watching him rush around you. He stashes a black metal lunchbox into his dresser and kicks a pile of clothes into the tiny closet, shutting the doors behind him. The room was small and stunk of cigarettes and weed. An ashtray sits on his bedside table, along with a small collection of silver jewelry, a couple of figurines of characters you didn’t recognize, and his copy of The Scarlet Letter – a bookmark fit snugly between the pages. Had he actually started reading it?

His voice draws you back to reality. “I know it’s a mess, sorry…but at least my uncle, uh, had the peas.” He finally stops cleaning and plops down onto his bed, leaving plenty of space between the two of you.

“It’s okay, really, thank you.” You lift the pack of peas from your head and set it down on his black duvet. “I think I’ve been healed.” 

“You sure? You’re not having any hallucinations, are you?” 

“Sitting in Eddie Munson’s bedroom, I feel like I might be. This is happening, right?” You nod in the direction of the book on his nightstand. “Like, did you actually read that?” 

“I skimmed the book.” He rolls his eyes, letting out a small laugh. “And I could say the same thing, I almost don’t believe our class president, the sweetheart of Hawkins High is in my bedroom right now.” 

“Sweetheart of Hawkins High is a bit of an overstatement.” 

“Only the most adored person ever would say that.” 

You shake your head. “No, people adore girls who are sweet and charming, like Chrissy Cunningham. Some kids respect me, because I make a lot of important decisions — like starting tater tot Tuesday — but for the most part they just tolerate me. They don't like me.” 

A beat of silence falls between you. 

“Well shit, Madame President.” 

You shoot him a glare and he laughs. Sighing, he scoots down to the edge of the bed where you sit, being careful to not get too close. Suddenly, you’re not sure if you would mind. 

“I get it, you’re looking at Hawkins’ resident freak. Though, they don’t really even tolerate me.”

“To be fair, you do come across as mean and scary.” 

His lip twitches as he thinks over your comment. “I do? Is it the tattoos or the hair?” 

You laugh. "I think it might be the satan shirt and the Dungeons and Dragons worship."

He glances down at his shirt and shrugs, snickering to himself.

“I hate to break it to you babe, but you come across the same way.” 

“Shit, I do? Is it my impressively high GPA or my amazing pep rallies?” 

“I actually think it’s the obnoxiously big ‘Class President’ patch on your denim jacket.” 

“Fuck, Munson, I was just starting to not hate you.” You blurt, watching him. He laughs, knocking his knee against yours. “Seriously, you’re not like I thought you’d be.”

You immediately regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth. Eddie didn’t need to know you thought about him, about who he might really be underneath the school facade. You’d never considered he might be different until tonight, until you noticed the way his face softened when he thought you might be hurt or scared. You didn’t think he really even cared what people at school thought about him, but like you, it was more bothersome than he let on.  

“I don’t hate you either, Oh Mighty One.” He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, “and I’ll admit, you’re better than I thought you’d be.” 

Within seconds your eyes reconnect with his. Brown eyes bore into yours, a smirk painted across his pink lips. Heat pulses through your body, rising in your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you hold up your book, smiling. “Then, let’s get to work.” 

[fics-n-stuff]

The Boathouse

Pairing: Eddie Munson × Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: The morning that a body is discovered at the trailer park, Y/N gets a call from someone looking for Eddie and decides to tag along with the search. They find him hiding out and, despite the supernatural revelations that they're introduced to, Y/N is ready to support Eddie through this.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Eddie Munson has me in chokehold. This is the first fanfic I've finished in months and it's all because of this metalhead nerd. Also, a chunk of this is dialogue lifted from the show but it gets original afterwards I promise.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Who-?”

“Do you know Eddie Munson?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you know where he is?”

You removed the phone from your ear for a moment and looked at it, puzzled, as if you could see the boy whose voice was coming down the line.

“No. Why are you asking? And who are you?”

“When was the last time you heard from him?”

“I’m not answering your questions until you answer mine.”

“I’m Dustin, I’m a friend of Eddie’s and I’m trying to find him. When did you hear from him last?”

“Yesterday, right after school. He called me from the pay phone outside. We were supposed to meet up last night but he never showed, I tried to call but nobody answered. I was gonna check on him this morning but then I saw the news... this doesn’t have anything to do with that, does it?”

Your mind had been reeling since you’d seen the news report. You had been ready to jump in your car and drive to the trailer park, but your mom had convinced you not to go. She told you that the police wouldn’t let you through anyway, and Eddie’s uncle would have called you if it had been him. You had let yourself be convinced, too terrified to believe that the Hawkins High student they had found was Eddie, but now that this boy was calling you looking for Eddie you felt that terror spark up again.

“Hello? Hello?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, still here.”

“I was asking if you have any idea where he could have gone.”

“No, I don’t know. Why are you looking for him? You don’t think he’s hurt, do you?”

“No. No this is a, uh, completely unrelated emergency.”

“I don’t believe you. Where are you calling from? If you find him I need to know.”

“Uh... yeah, if we find him I’ll tell him to call you.”

“No, Dustin, I will help you look for him. I just need to see him, okay? I need to know he’s alright.”

“Look, I gotta go. I’ll tell him to call you, okay? Okay, bye.”

“No! Dustin!” You yelled into the phone, but he had already hung up. You slammed the phone back onto its unit and started pacing the living room. You racked your brain, trying to remember the background noise from the call and make out anything being said.

You paced for a good couple of minutes before you figured it out. You had heard someone ask a question about some movie, and a bit later heard a number that you now realised was a price. Putting two and two together, you realised he had to be calling from the movie rental store and didn’t waste a second grabbing your car keys and heading out.

You didn’t live far from the little strip mall where Family Video was and you drove way over the speed limit on your way there, so you arrived in under ten minutes. You swung you car door shut and stormed up to the store, pushing the door open with purpose and marching up to the counter.

“Welcome to Family Video. My name is Steve, how can I help you?” The very familiar man behind the counter said.

“I’m looking for a Dustin. Is he here?” You asked flatly. Steve’s eyebrows rose and he turned around to where his co-worker and two kids were all on separate phone calls.

“Henderson.” He called, and the younger boy raised his hand to tell him to wait. Steve turned back to you with a shrug. “Anything I can do in the meantime?”

“Not interested, Harrington. Your friend back there is looking for Eddie, I wanna be there when he finds him.”

“Uh, why?”

“Because I’m worried about him.”

“Why? Oh, because of the murder?”

“Yes, because of the murder. Eddie lives in that trailer park.”

“What do you want, Steve?” Dustin asked as he came over.

“You’re the one looking for Eddie?” You checked quickly. He turned to you with a slightly shocked face and nodded. “Have you found him?”

“Uh, not yet.”

“Then I’m staying.” You walked around the counter to get behind it and sat down on the floor.

“Whatever, I’ve got a customer.” Steve muttered and walked away.

“I don’t... I don’t think you should stay here. Maybe you could-"

“Look,” You interrupted sternly. “I want to see Eddie. I don't care why you’re looking for him, if you find him then I’m coming with you.” Dustin watched you for a moment, then shrugged and nodded and went back to the phone.

You waited for a while, tuning in and out of all the phone calls going on around you. Every minute felt like an hour, and it seemed like you spent an eternity waiting on the floor behind the counter at Family Video. Steve gave you a brief run down of why they were looking for Eddie – that the ginger girl he introduced as Max had seen Chrissy's body in his trailer that morning after seeing them go in together last night and they were trying to prove that he didn’t do it and figure out what actually happened – which only made you more nervous and impatient to find him.

What you and Eddie had was officially undefined, but you were about as close to dating as two people could be before they had to label the relationship. And it wasn’t just a physical thing, you cared about Eddie and he cared about you. He cared about you more than anyone else in your life cared about you. You couldn’t bare to lose him.

“Hey guys, I might have a lead.” Max said as she hung up her phone.

“Seriously?” Dustin questioned hopefully.

“Yeah. Apparently Eddie gets his drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.”

“That sounds promising. Where does this Reefer Rick guy live?” Robin asked. You recognised her from the high school band.

“That’s the thing, no one knows.”

“I know.” You spoke up. All three of them turned to you and you stood up from the floor. “I’ve driven him a few times but I didn’t know he ever crashed there.”

“Great, where is it?”

“2121 Holland Road.”

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

“Middle of nowhere.” Max added.

“It’s a perfect place to hide.” Robin finished.

The next thing you knew, Steve and Robin were closing up shop and all five of you were piling into Steve Harrington’s car, a place you never in your life thought you would be. When you got to Reefer Rick's house you all crowded the front doorstep while Dustin repeatedly rang the doorbell and screamed for Eddie or Rick to answer the door.

“Hey, guys?” Max called, having wandered away when no answer came. You all followed her out to the side of the house and followed her gaze to the big metal boathouse behind the house.

The other four went in while you stayed outside, checking out the backdoor to the house and any spots that might give you a hint as to whether Eddie was there. When you heard yelling, you ran around from where you had made your way to the other side of the house and burst through the door to the boathouse. The sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks.

Eddie had Steve pinned against the wall with a broken bottle against his throat. Robin and Max watched on in fear as Dustin tried to talk Eddie down, convincing him that they were on his side.

“Eddie.” You said, barely loud enough for your voice to carry across the room but Eddie heard you. His head turned to face you at lightning speed, and when his eyes locked with yours, he took a step back, letting go of Steve as the bottle dropped out of his other hand and onto the floor. He turned so his back was against the wall and slowly lowered himself to the ground. You were moving before you realised it, running across the space, pushing the others out of the way, until you got to him. You crouched down in front of him, carefully resting one of your hands on his as you took in the look of terror on his face. “Eddie, are you okay? Are you hurt?” You asked, and he shook his head ever so slightly.

“Eddie, we just want to talk.” Dustin said, crouching down beside you.

“We wanna know what happened.” Robin added. Eddie turned to look at her, the vacant stare leaving his face as he went to reply.

“You won’t believe me.” He said.

“Try us.” Max replied. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at her, taking her in for a long moment before nodding slightly. He shook your hand off of his and shuffled away to take a seat on a nearby stool. You moved back, since he seemed to want some space, and joined the others across from him. Max continued: “What happened after you and Chrissy went into the trailer? How did it all start?”

You listened in disbelief as Eddie recounted the events of the previous night. None of it made any sense, but the look on Eddie’s face made you know he had to be telling the truth, or at least his true account of what he remembered. You made yourself not try to rationalise the impossible, supernatural things that Eddie was describing. You tried, and likely failed, not to show your horror on your face, but when you looked around at the others they looked almost unfazed.

“You all think I'm crazy, right?” Eddie said with a scoff once he finished telling the story.

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.” Dustin replied, unnaturally calm after what you had all just heard.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max said.

“We believe you.” Robin affirmed.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take.” Dustin said gently.

“Okay.” Eddie blinked.

“You know how people say Hawkins is... cursed? They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked. You were too stunned to ask any questions of your own, just watching Dustin and his friends' calm and serious expressions.

“There are some things worse than ghosts.” Max replied softly.

“These monsters from this other world... we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before. That’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin continued explaining.

“If they’re back again, we need to know.”

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asked.

“Dark particles maybe?” Max added.

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

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh... or touch.” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she... she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell.” Dustin suggested.

“A curse.”

“Vecna's curse.”

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asked.

“An undead creature of great power.” Dustin answered.

“A spell caster.” Eddie added.

“A dark wizard.”

“What the fuck are you all talking about?” You asked, finally regaining the ability to summon words. Everyone turned to look at you, as if only just remembering that you were there at all. “There are monsters from another world, and they’ve been here before? Why the fuck are you the ones that know about all of this?”

“It’s complicated.” Steve said.

“It all started a few years back, when Will Byers went missing. You remember, right?” Dustin said, and you nodded. “Well, that was when the first monster came through and it took him. It was us trying to find him that led to us finding out about the other world.”

“And we kind of got pulled in along the way.” Max added, gesturing to herself and Robin.

“So you’ve dealt with this shit before? Creatures going around and killing people with magic? What the fuck is a dark wizard? You’re talking about this Vecna thing like it’s established knowledge.”

“Vecna is a DnD villain.” Dustin said. “It’s just an analogy, a way for us to put a name to the monster and know what we’re facing. We’ve dealt with monsters from the other world before but... I think this is something new.”

“So then what are we gonna do?” You questioned.

“We’re gonna fight it, but first we need to figure out how.” Dustin answered.

“We need to get Nancy.” Max said.

“Yeah, you’re right. Nance will know what to do.” Steve nodded.

“Eddie, you stay here and lay low. Take this.” Dustin said and handed over a big walkie talkie. “Keep it on that channel, this way we can keep in touch. We’ll be back soon.” He got up and headed for the door, the other three doing the same.

“Y/N, are you coming or staying?” Robin asked, pausing at the door.

“Staying.” You answered. She nodded and gave a small smile before leaving and closing the door behind her. You craned your neck to watch through the window as they all got back into Steve’s car and drove away.

“You believe all of this?” Eddie asked. You turned to face him. He was fiddling with his sleeve anxiously.

“I guess I’m gonna have to.” You replied with a shrug. “They didn’t seem like they were lying or crazy, and that would be a weird group to team up if it was a lie.”

“What about me?” He mumbled.

“Well, you always seem crazy.” You joked lightly. He breathed a half hearted laugh, not that you had expected him to laugh at all, and looked down at the floor. You lifted up to your knees and crawled over to kneel in front of him. Gently, you took one of his hands in yours. “I believe you, Eddie.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Of course not. Eddie, I’ve known you for six years and I know you wouldn’t lie about something like this. And with everything that Dustin and his friends said, well, believing you is the easiest part of all this.”

Eddie nodded a little, finally holding your hand properly. He took a deep breath, his head still hung low and refusing to look at you. You could feel his hand shaking slightly in yours, the fingers on his other hand twitching nervously.

“When you heard about Chrissy, did you... did you think...” He paused and took another deep breath, his free hand turning into a fist as he steadied himself. “I was scared that you would think I did it.”

“What? No! No, Eddie, I would never think that. The thought never even crossed my mind.” You assured, squeezing the hand of his that you were holding and your other hand flying up to cup the side of his face. You gently tilted his head up to look at you, and you could see his eyes shining with tears that hadn’t yet fallen. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I know you would never do this.”

“Okay.” He whispered. You gave him a comforting smile, your thumb brushing softly over his cheek bone.

“Everything’s gonna be alright in the end. I can feel it.” You said. He licked his lips and nodded slightly. “Now, that kid Dustin. You know him from Hellfire Club, right?”

“Yeah, Hellfire Club.” Eddie nodded with a chuckle.

“And he’s friends with Steve ‘The Hair' Harrington?”

“Yeah, he is. Practically worships him, in fact.” He pushed the stool aside and joined you on the floor, leaning his back against the wall and stretching his legs out in front of him. “I don’t get it, but if they’ve been fighting monsters together for three years I guess there must be just cause.”

“I got in the back of Steve Harrington’s car to get here. Do you know how weird it felt to get into that car? His backseat has been an infamous location since he got his car when we were sixteen.” You laughed, and Eddie laughed along with you for a moment before he got serious again. There was a stretch of silence while you waited for him to say something, not wanting to push

“I should have graduated with you last year.” He mumbled. “We could have gone travelling the country like we planned and we wouldn’t be going through any of this.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this, Eddie.” You told him. “Whatever’s going on is out of our control. And this past half a year has been good. You got your Tuesday gigs at The Hideout and I got a chance to take a course at the community college. The world will be waiting for us after you graduate this year, and we can do everything we said we would.”

“If we don’t get killed by an interdimensional wizard first. And if I don’t go to jail for Chrissy's murder.”

“We won’t let that happen.” You said adamantly. He scoffed and you frowned. You shuffled closer to him and swung one of your legs over his outstretched ones to kneel over him, straddling his lap without putting any of your weight on him, and held his face in both your hands. “I will not let that happen. If I can tutor you to a passing grade in English then I can do anything.”

His eyes flitted around as he looked over your face. You smiled slightly, trying to be comforting. After a moment you felt Eddie’s hands come up to hold your hips, and you followed as he gently guided you to lower your weight onto him, your hands moving to his shoulders to support your movement.

“I think I love you, Y/N.” He said once you were situated. He bit at his bottom lip, his grip on your hips so light that it was almost like he was afraid to hold you. You blinked, your brain stumbling over the confession for a moment.

“You- I...” You breathed a laugh, unable to form a reply.

“You don’t have to say it back.”

“No! No, I do. I think I love you too.” You said quickly, your grip on his shoulders tightening. “You just surprised me is all. I mean, we’ve been... whatever we are for almost a year now and haven’t even made our relationship official. I didn’t think you would be ready to say it. Why now?”

“Because it’s starting to feel like I’m running out of time to tell you.” Eddie replied softly. You frowned again, bringing a hand up to brush a stray piece of hair away from his face.

“Don’t think like that, Eddie.” You sighed. “You have to have faith that we’re gonna get through this, otherwise there’s no point in trying.”

Eddie gave you a half smile and a weak nod. He brought one of his hands up to cup your jaw, strengthening his hold on your hip with the other. He pulled you in to kiss you, your lips moving together slowly, savouring every moment. Everything seemed to slow down as you leaned into each other, taking this moment to escape the reality of the situation you in and find solace in each other.

“Okay, you know best.” Eddie said as he pulled away, leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t I always?” You smiled, playing with his hair. You sat like that for a while, the silence and darkness wrapped around you. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, hugging you close for comfort. After a few minutes, you spoke up again. “Eddie, I don’t just think that I love you. I do love you. That’s why I need us to get through this. You’re the most important person that I have.”

Eddie pulled you even closer into him and buried his face in your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever known.” He replied softly. “I love you too.” You hugged him tightly, letting out a long sigh.

“We’re going to be fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

[radicalbilly]

‘86

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

summary: Eddie Munson knew that there was something special about 1986.

word count: 2,038

a/n: I am living in my own delusion, he’s okay. I love him, he’s safe.

warnings: some curse words, suggestive content, other than that, none. i tried to keep this gender neutral but i did mention pantyhose. also eddie calls reader “Honey”

Eddie Munson was a huge pain in the ass, less so when he was learning your favorite songs on his guitar and more so in times like these when you were trying to fix his hair and he was pressing you against the side of your car and sucking love bites onto your throat.

His fingers were pressed just tight enough against your hips to make your head fuzzy and his puppy eyes feigned innocence when you glared at him and tugged a strand of his curled hair to watch him wince.

“You’re not going to make us late to this thing, Eds. I swear I’ll kick your ass.” You both knew it was a half done threat. In reality he wouldn’t have to try too hard at all to bend you over the hood or even to convince you to walk back into your house with a trail of clothes behind you.

“I feel like I can think of something a million times more fun than what we’ve got planned, Honey,” Eddie’s fingers began to skim the collar of your top and he sucked his lower lip between his teeth, “we both know that you can’t resist me.”

You only grumbled in response, swatting his hands away and shaking your head to free you from the immoral thoughts running rampant through your head.

You looked down at his feet so that he couldn’t see your face. A strained breath was forced from between your lips and you forced a smile down, knowing that it would only encourage his behavior. “Get in the car, Eddie.”

“But-“

“Nope.” You popped the P and used your hand to make a loose fist that you pressed against his sternum to gently push him away from you, “Car. Now.”

He lightly huffed because you didn’t give in. But still he took a few steps back, only waiting long enough for you to turn before he moved forward again to open the car door for you. You rolled your eyes at his toothy grin and chuckled out your thanks to him.

The key was already in the ignition and the car was lowly rumbling when he climbed into the passenger seat. His legs were uncomfortably squished against the dash almost comically and he yelped when you leaned over and pulled the lever to shoot the seat back. His hand clutched over his heart and he panted like he’d just run a marathon.

You sheepishly grinned at him, “Sorry, the ‘ole girl is used to shorter passengers.”

“I know,” he muttered feigning annoyance, “you’re the shorter passenger.”

You waved off his comment with your hand, already dismissing him when you knew he was going to say something about driving himself.

“I’m driving because today is your day,” you quipped, pulling out of your driveway. He rolled his eyes and the side of his mouth pulled up into a smirk, you pursed your lips back at him. “Okay, how about “I’m driving because I look adorable behind the wheel of my car”?” You bared your teeth in a cheesy grin at him for a split second before turning to look back at the road.

You heard him scoff out a little laugh and saw his fingers dance on the stereo’s volume dial, “It sucks that you’re right about being adorable, Honey.”

A content little hum left you and you relaxed a bit in your seat. Eddie had chosen a metal station, maybe not the most calming, but if it was him, if it was Eddie choosing it, then it was perfect.

His one hand tugged at the loose threads at the knee of his pants, it was a nervous habit. You stole nearly a million glances at him through the corner of your eye. He was so pretty sprawled out and watching the trees pass out the window.

“I love you, Eddie.”

It was quiet, but you knew he heard it by the way he sat up to look at you.

He began to open his mouth, but you spoke first, “I mean it, more than anything.” Your thumbs rubbed circles into the material on the steering wheel, “I know we tease each other a lot, but I want to be serious with you.”

Eddie nodded, his eyes never left the side of your face.

You pondered over your words for a moment. A huge part of you knew it was all going to sound earnest and mushy, “I want you to know that I’m proud of you, I’ve never felt about anyone how I feel about you.”

You pulled your lower lip in between your teeth to nibble at it, still making sure to watch the road, “I know that some people didn’t see you for who you are, Eddie, and they’ll all regret that someday, but for now,”you worried about rambling too much, but the words wouldn’t stop tumbling out. “For now, you have me. And I’ll be here with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

Eddie looked…well he looked normal, just like you’d mentioned the weather.

“Stop the car.”

You shot him a puzzled look, slowing the car a bit, “Why?”

His eyebrows slightly furrowed and he repeated himself.

What the fuck? You said over and over in your head, as you found a break in the trees to pull into. You didn’t think you said anything bad, maybe cheesy but not enough to warrant this.

As soon as the car was parked, Eddie slung the door open and stepped out. He dipped his head through the window long enough to say, “You comin’?”, when you didn’t follow.

You silently threw your hands up in exasperation at the steering wheel, as if it had been the one to slight you. Regardless, you followed and attempted to not completely soak your new shoes in muddy gravel.

When you were close enough, Eddie turned to you, his expression softened and he dropped to one knee.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Woah, big boy,” You immediately stuttered, attempting to pull him back up, “Ed’s, what the fuck are you doing?”

His eyes got big and he rolled them for emphasis, “Gimmie a minute and I’ll tell ya, Honey.”

Cautiously, you dropped your hands from where they were tugging at him. He gave a tight-lipped smile and thanked you.

“Now, before you so rudely interrupted,” he chided with a playful glare, “I know what it looks like, but, contrary to your belief, this is not a proposal-“

You gave him a pointed look and gestured to his kneeling position.

“-Okay, it’s kind of a proposal, but it’s more of a promise.”

“So like a proposal.”

“No, not like a, well yes, but,” he huffed. “Just be quiet for a second.”

You smirked in spite of yourself, unable to not think the reaction was oddly endearing.

Eddie looked up to the sky as if he was praying, “Jesus H. Christ, you made me leave an hour early for this shit and we’re still going to be late.”

“What I wanted to say is that I’m not asking you to marry me, at least not yet,” he gently grabbed your left hand, pulling it towards him, “This is my promise that I’m yours too, forever or at least until you’re annoyed with me and run off.”

You chuckled despite the fact that you were now pouting and trying not to cry, you knelt down in front of him, not caring that you’d have to shuck your pantyhose off in the car due to the new stains on the knees.

“Eddie, I’m already annoyed with you.” He gasped in mock hurt, jerking your hand towards him to lay over his heart. Your fingers splayed out so that you could feel in thud beneath your fingertips, “But I’ll never ever run off. Not unless you’re with me.”

“So, that’s a yes?” he had one eyebrow cocked up and a confused look on his face.

You softened your expression, “It’s a,” you fiddled with your class ring, pulling it from its place on your finger and pushing it onto the only finger of his that would fit, “Don’t take this ring off of your huge ass pinkie and I’m yours.”

He affectionately looked down at his little finger, at his new prized possession. His little Honey’s heart wrapped around him and everyone could see it.

“You took my idea,” he nearly whispered.

“Oh, c’mon you big baby. You can still do it,” you encouraged, waggling your fingers at him.

He halfheartedly grumbled under his breath while pulling the black stone ring from his finger, “As long as you’ll have me,” he promised, easily slipping the ring onto your middle finger, “I’m yours.”

You looked down to admire the ring, “It’s loose,” he added in warning.

“It’s perfect,” you reached out to cup his cheek and pressed your lips against his in a dizzying kiss. When you pulled away, you checked your watch and cursed before pulling Eddie up with you, “We’re gonna be late!“

You were late. Fortunately not by too much time because Eddie forced you into the passenger seat, but enough that Eddie had to fight through rows of seating and you had to find Eddie’s group of friends and his Uncle Wayne.

“What in hell we’re you two doing?” Dustin asked when you finally sat down.

You swiped the palms of your hands over your, now bare, thighs. “We were…talking.”

Dustin looked you over, probably noting your blushed cheeks and pants of breath. He had no idea that it was from running from the car through the parking lot. He said nothing but let out a low gag.

“Not that, you ass” you snipped with a laugh, swatting at his arm, “I mean actually talking. I told him that I’m proud of him, after what happened I just needed him to know that.”

Dustin silently nodded, taking your hand and giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. He knew how you felt, maybe not exactly but he had stayed with you and cried over Eddie when you had to pull his limp and bloody body into his neighbor’s wheelbarrow in the Upside Down.

“We didn’t lose him, look at where he is now.”

And you did.

There was Eddie, your broken and saved and heroic Eddie, wearing a green cap over his unruly curls and a green gown over his black, ripped jeans and Hellfire shirt. He had a diploma in one hand and with the other he was holding his middle finger up to Principal Higgins.

Uncle Wayne sniffled from beside you and when you looked over he had a puzzled look on his face, he rubbed his whole hand over his face and cleared his throat. He looked at you, “Had something caught in my eye,” he was covering, you could tell, “I don’t know what’s wrong with that boy.”

You used your free hand to rub his shoulder, “I love him too, Uncle Wayne. You raised him so well.”

He nodded, pulling his lip between his teeth and turning his head. You squeezed his shoulder before dropping your hand back down. If that was all praise that you could give him for now you’d give it, just to let him know that you were thankful for what he’d done for Eddie.

You heard gasps from a few rows over and Eddie excitedly yelling, “Sorry, I have people to see!”

When he finally stumbled over to your group he looked over all of the people who were there for him. Patiently sat was the entirety of Hellfire, including both Sinclairs, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, and then his family, you and his Uncle Wayne. He shrugged at you all, a failed attempt at masking his excitement.

After the ceremony, Nancy and Jonathan needed photos, nearly a million. Photos of Eddie with everyone, they reminded how important these memories were as they posed him.

The favorites though were of you and Eddie, one where you both were recreating his middle finger to Principal Higgins and the other where Eddie had you dipped low in a searing kiss, his hat half thrown into the air and both of your rings glinting from the setting sun.

‘86 really was Eddie’s year.

[catholicdaredevil]

not if it's you || part six

eddie munson x gender neutral reader

summary: eddie sneaks in your window and finally the two of you admit to things

words: 1.1k (this is the shortest one)

warnings: readers parents lecturing them, mentions of their dad yelling and doors slamming, first kiss, no gendered pronouns or description, and obviously the poem? quote? thing is not mine

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gif credit: @winterswake

so this is the last part of this series and it has been a crazy ride and i'm so thankful for every one reading and caring and letting me know their thoughts i hope this ending is sweet and soft enough for you all and i love you so much 'til next time!!!! [also his smile is so pretty in this gif i'll die]

“You know, we thought you were going to do more than this once you graduated,” Your dad speaks around the food in his mouth, looking towards your mom who nods along with him. The message is the same every time he speaks, that you’re doing nothing with your life, that you’re wasting all of what they gave you, their disappointment in you goes on and on. You’ll take this to yelling, to screaming, but it sours your appetite nonetheless. Your bitterness chokes up your throat, overflowing before you can stop it.

“I think if I didn’t know before, you guys reminding me every single day would make sure that I know now.” Your eyes are glued to the table, too scared to see the reaction to your words. You can hear the rough clink of silverware hitting a dish, your chair screeching in its movement as you stand suddenly. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Long strides carry you across the house towards the stairs, gaze on your feet, unwilling to meet your mom’s horrified look or see the red creep its way into your dad’s face until he explodes. You’re halfway up the stairs before either one of your parents can respond, stomping on the carpeted path to your room. Your throat is tight and you can feel the impending tears threatening to spill, the familiar weight that carves into your chest. The door swings open under your rough shove but the tears that have welled in your eyes stop the moment you see what’s in your room. Or rather who.

Eddie is laid out on his side, one knee in the air, and hand holding up his head with a grin plastered to his face. A watery laugh works its way out of you and the relief at even just the sight of him is visceral. Eddie sits up and whips a backpack off your floor, pulling out his lunch box full of weed and a walkman with two sets of headphones. You can hear the clatter of tape cassettes filling the bag, shifting as he tugs things out.

“What are you doing here?” You sigh, crossing the room until you can collapse onto the bed next to him, pushing your shoulder into his chest. The weight on your chest dissolves away in his company, nothing but the soft haze of his incorrigible happiness left behind.

“I broke in through your window. Thought you might need a break from all that down there, turns out my timing was pretty good.” Eddie winks, arm wrapping around your torso to pull you further into him. He waves towards your door, rolling his eyes as your dad starts yelling downstairs. For a moment you’re concerned he’ll make his way upstairs but you hear the slam of the basement door instead, and you know he won’t be seen again until tomorrow.

Eddie pulls you back from your worries, with a tight squeeze of his arm around you. He croons, leaning down over your face to make eye contact with you.  “Plus, it’s my job to take care of you, I’m a workin’ man haven’t you heard?” 

His hair hangs over you tickling the skin of your jaw and for a moment you think about moving up, connecting your lips with his smiling mouth and kissing every ounce of love you have into him. But he moves, digging through his bag for the right tape and the moment passes. 

“That sounds like rotten work.” You complain, letting your head fall into his lap and laying your legs out across the bed in front of you. Eddie pauses to look back at you, tape clutched in his hand and his eyes are so intense you’re worried you must have said something to upset him. 

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

His words are barely more than a whisper and yet the conviction in them could move mountains as easily as they move you to tears. There’s a quiet sniffle in the silence as you tuck your head into his shirt, no longer able to handle the emotion in his stare. Eddie’s hand moves to cup the back of your head while you cry, not shushing you or rushing you through it. Just comfort. 

When you finally pull back there’s a soft smile on his face and he’s holding up the walkman, having already popped the tape in while you weren’t paying attention. Eddie gently shifts your head out of his lap, crawling around on your bed until he can lay next to you before placing one set of headphones over your ears. He dons the other set and presses play, settling down with his hand just barely touching yours. 

You bridge the gap without hesitation, grabbing his hand into yours and lifting it until the silver rings glint in the last remaining light of sunset that pools into your room through the still open window. You twist and turn his rings as the music plays, so thankful for his apparent and unending knowledge of when you need him most. Eddie flexes his fingers as you go, hand otherwise limp as you move it back and forth relishing in the warmth of his touch. 

Turning to look at him you find that Eddie’s already looking at you, studying your face. It’s all too much, the wave is back and this time it finally drags him under, water filling his lungs and he can’t breathe without you, can’t think without you. The decision is made for him when your mouth ticks up into a smile in reaction to his eyes widening as you catch him staring. Blush dusts across his cheeks but before you can open your mouth to speak he pulls his hand from yours and grips the back of your neck firmly, surging forward to kiss you. 

It’s perfect. 

The cool breeze floating through your room, the quiet music of a new tape Eddie’s made for you, and his soft lips on yours. It’s passionate and dizzying and everything you could have ever dreamed of, all those nights in his bed at a newly shared home. All those mornings that you’d tortured yourself over ‘what if’s’, bending your memories to fit your hopes in a way you weren’t too sure aligned with reality. His love for you pours out of him with every passing second until you’re both gasping for air, foreheads still pressed together. Eddie laughs softly, too much joy inside him to keep it all under wraps.

“I love you,” you breathe, hand resting on his chest, feeling his heart thump erratically. A drumline to your favorite song, a sound that’s tattooed across your chest just over where your own heart is. 

Eddie beams, hand cradling yours to him. He leans in closer, lips brushing against yours as he responds. “Hey, that’s my line.”

-

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[alovesongshewrote]

D.A.R.E | Reader x Being an Agent of Chaos

Plot:  Y'know that little box of drugs that Eddie carries around with him? Yeah, after the whole "accused of murder" debacle, you take issue with him keeping that on his person at all times. Naturally, you steal the box with a little bit of help. [Gender Neutral!Reader x Eddie, Steve, and Robin, kind of. Also, hints of Ronance and Steddie.]

Word count:  4,016

Warnings:  drug mention

Disclaimer: Fuck netflix, and fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.

A/N: here's somethin fluffy to fix that damage that volume two will inevitably do to my brain. takes place post volume two, and in a matter of hours, it'll act as a fix it fic. fun fact, this whole thing could be read as platonic, so yeet!

Eddie’s van was a teensy bit warm for your taste. What was hotter, though, was the conflict between you and Hawkins High’s resident dealer.  

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie, you can’t carry a box of drugs around a high school! That’s- that’s insane, you’re gonna get arrested!” You throw your hands in the air, glaring at your long-haired companion. Your long-haired, beautiful, insufferable companion, who refused to listen to your advice on how not to get caught dealing drugs. 

“Yeahhh, they tried to arrest me once, sweetheart. It didn’t stick.”

“Yeah, but you weren’t actually a murderer,” you lowered your voice and continued, “You are a dealer, though. And like, we just got your name cleared! I don’t want you to go to prison now.”

He puts a hand on your head and pushes you away, affectionately, “Y’know, you’re cute when you worry, (L/N).”

“I am not cute!! I’m concerned that you’re gonna get arrested!”

“You can be both.”

“Fine,” you glared, “I’m both, now can you please leave your toolbox of broken laws in your van?”

His eyes scanned your face, pausing for a moment just to stare at your lips. You thought, for a moment, that maybe, possibly, he’d actually take you seriously and leave the box in the van. Your certainty wavered, however, as he leaned in until his nose was only an inch from yours. A smile crossed his face, reaching his eyes. You were so distracted that you almost didn’t notice when he said, with a voice as sweet as honey, “No.”

He laughed, pulling away from you while you huffed, frustrated with his antics. Fortunately, you managed to keep yourself a step ahead of him. While Eddie was distracted by his apparent victory, you grabbed the little black box from his side and threw open the passenger’s side door and began a mad dash down the street, just as you had planned.

“Hey, wait-!” he called after you, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, son of a BITCH-!”

You cackled at the sound of his complaints, taking a hard left into someone’s yard. You threw yourself over a few fences, jumped over a few flower beds, and nearly tripped on a lawn chair before you ran out onto the road again. You almost took a break to catch your breath when you saw the familiar shape of Eddie’s van turning the corner.

With a curse, you took off again, sprinting down roads and around corners. It was kind of a miracle that the box never fell from your grasp in all that time- you weren’t about to complain about that, though. Instead, you just kept on going until the video store came into your sights.

Behind you, the van rolled to a stop and the driver’s side door flew open. Eddie leapt out of the van, leaving the keys in the ignition and almost eating shit in his haste to catch up to you.  

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, probably irritating some of the neighbours. You didn’t stop, though- you didn’t even bother to look back. You could practically feel Eddie’s breath on the back of your neck. It was a little intimidating, but it sparked the adrenaline rush necessary to propel you forward and through the door of Family Video.

“ROBIN! ROBINROBINROBINROBINROBIN-” you yelled, giving your dear friend a heads up as you threw yourself over the counter, knocking a stack of videos over before you rolled to a stop behind her.

“My pile-!  Not this shit again,” Robin mourned. You were midway through an apology when the doors flew open, efficiently cutting you off.

“I FUCKING GOT YOU, YOU DICK!” 

You scrambled back, screaming as Eddie advanced on the counter, slamming his hands down on it.

“Eddie? What are you-”

“(Y/N) STOLE MY FUCKING DRUGS, ROBIN!”

Robin looked between you and the dealer a few times before her gaze settled on you, “Wait, you actually did it? I thought you were bluffing, dude, that’s so metal-”

“It’s NOT metal, it’s a DICK MOVE!”

“IT’S NOT A DICK MOVE, IT’S MAKING SURE YOU DON’T GET ARRESTED FOR HAVING DRUGS AT A HIGH SCHOOL!”

You and Eddie turned to Robin, silently asking for her opinion as an unbiased third party. Once again, she looked between the two of you, though this time, her gaze focused on Eddie.

“They’ve got a point,” she said, with an apologetic shrug.  

Eddie dramatically collapsed against the counter with a loud groan. As he did, Steve burst in from the back, wielding a video tape just as dramatically, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE!?”

“(Y/N) stole my drugs.” “(Y/N) stole Eddie’s drugs.” “I stole Eddie’s drugs.”

Steve stared blankly at the three of you, trying to process the information that had been unloaded on him all at once. Slowly, he lowered the videotape he’d been using as a weapon, “(Y/N), you did what?”

Your voice lowered to a murmur as you hid your face behind the box that had started all of this, “I, um… I stole Eddie’s box of drugs.”

Steve sighed like a disappointed mother and leaned on the counter, covering his eyes with one of his hands, “Whyyyy. Why would you do that? And why would you come in here with the drugs?”

“I- Look, I just didn’t want Eddie to get arrested!”

The former jock paused, pondering what you’d said for a few minutes. Eventually, though, he shook his head and turned back to you, “(Y/N), give Eddie his drugs back.”

“Thank you, Harrington,” Eddie bowed, hitting the counter again as he did. He turned to you, then, with an arm outstretched expectantly, “(Y/N), sweetheart, I think you have something that belongs to me.”

From your spot on the floor, you looked up at the faces of your friends. Steve’s arms were crossed, and Eddie’s hand was open. Robin, however, had a certain funny look on her face- and if you were correct, you were pretty sure she sent you a wink.

You took a deep breath and leaned forward as if you were about to pass the box to Eddie. At the last minute, you turned and threw it to Robin, the ultimate partner in crime. The second the box was safe in her hands, she ran, sprinting past Eddie and out the door.

The boys were shocked, but only for a moment. Steve groaned, and Eddie yelled out a string of expletives before he, too, ran out the door, calling for Robin to stop. Robin did not stop. Robin, beloved.

You remained on the floor, laughing as you watched your friends run down the street. You pulled yourself up and made your way towards the door, but an arm around your waist stopped you.

“Hang on! You aren’t leaving,” Steve said, pulling you closer to him, “I’ve got a store to take care of and I’m not doing it alone.”

He let go of you and made his way behind the counter, where he began picking up the tapes you’d knocked over on your way in. You sighed and took a few steps back before leaning on the counter and watching as Steve worked.

“So, why do you care so much about the drugs? I didn’t take you as an anti-drug type,” Steve said, examining the back of a tape.

“I don’t care about the drugs themselves. I meant what I said, I don’t want him to get arrested.”

He sighed, “I get it, it’s, it’s freaky, but y’know, I don’t think you have to worry about him so much.”

He looked up at you with a reassuring smile, which you returned. It was sweet of him to try and comfort you- really, it was. Alas, you wouldn’t give up so easily. 

You threw yourself over the counter again and knelt beside Steve, helping him to pick up the videotapes. After a few moments, you tapped Steve on the shoulder. When he looked at you, you leaned in close, until you could feel his breath on your lips. Then, you made your move.

“He stores his weed where Dustin could get it.”

“What!?” A million expressions passed through Steve’s eyes. He pulled away from you for a second, shaking his head, “That- that’s fine. If Dustin wants to- I mean, Dustin wouldn’t, he’s too smart, he-”

You watched as Steve debated with himself, cracking like a damn egg, just as you’d planned. It didn’t take long for him to spring up and leap over the counter himself before running for the door.

“Come on, let’s go get those drugs.”

A smile broke across your face as you followed him. He flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed” and locked the door behind you before grabbing your hand, and running to his car.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, “I left my keys inside.”

You paused for a second, looking between the video store and Eddie’s van, which was parked seconds away.

“Come on, I have an idea.”

-

Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Robin was still running, Eddie’s black box of drugs still clutched to her chest. He was closing in behind her, screaming obscenities that she honestly couldn’t really make out over all the running she was doing.

Just as Robin was starting to wonder how much farther she could go, she saw a familiar house on the horizon. She managed to pick up the pace, screaming as she sprinted down the street. Eddie didn’t really know what to make of that, but he didn’t stop running either. He also didn’t stop screaming, so to any outsiders, the whole thing looked really weird.  

Luckily, neither of them cared, and soon, Robin Buckley was at the doorstep of the Wheeler household. 

“NANCY!” she yelled, pounding on the door with fevor, “NANCY!? MIKE? ANYONE? LET ME IN, PLEASE!”

Of course, it was Ted Wheeler who opened the door. Robin began to introduce herself, and ask permission to come in, as any proper young lady would. Then she saw Eddie out of the corner of her eye, sprinting at her like a wild animal. A metal one. A metal wild animal. 

After she saw that, she ducked under Ted’s arm and ran into the house and up the stairs without asking. Ted had no real response to this. He just left the door standing open, and wandered back to his seat in front of the TV, muttering something about “kids these days” under his breath.

In Ted’s absence, Eddie was able to slip into the house and begin his search for his black box of sin. He searched the kitchen and found nothing, and when he peered into the basement, a horde of teenage boys (and also, Max and El) yelled at him. That left one place to look- upstairs.

Up said stairs, Robin was frantically trying to explain the whole stolen drug situation to Nancy, who kind of got it, but kind of didn’t.

“Wait, so (Y/N) stole Eddie’s drugs, ran to the video store, and threw the drugs at you?”

“Yes!”

“And then you ran here, with the drugs?”

“Yes! Yes, I ran here with the drugs, and now you have to help me hide them!”

“Okay,” Nancy nodded, “But why?”

“Because we don’t want Eddie to get arrested!”

And as if Robin had spoken of the devil, the devil appeared. Kind of. Eddie sort of overshot Nancy’s room and stumbled past the doorway, screaming still about the drugs. It scared the shit out of Robin and Nancy, but it also gave them a chance to spring up, slam the door shut, and lock it behind them.  

For a second, Robin and Nancy leaned against the door, their fingers touching where they lay on the wood behind them. The box of drugs sat in front of them, on the bed. Just as Eddie began to pound on the door, a plan formed in Nancy’s brilliant mind.

“This way,” she grabbed Robin’s hand in one of hers and took the box in the other, “Out the window!”

-

While Robin and Nancy were getting ready for a window jumping adventure, you and Steve were pulling up in front of the Wheeler house in Eddie’s van. After the drug box, you kind of just got used to stealing Eddie’s shit.

Just as you and Steve were preparing to hop out, the back door opened and Dustin Henderson entered the fic.

“Henderson!? What are you doing-”

“Steve? Why are you in Eddie’s van? And why is (Y/N) here?”

“For reasons,” Steve said, turning to watch as Dustin began to move shit around in the back, “What- what are you doing?”

“The last time Eddie gave me a ride I left a book back here. Now, what exactly are your reasons for having Eddie’s van?”

You took over the explanations, “Basically, I stole that little box that Eddie carries around with him because I-” you cut yourself off, “I… needed it.”

“Why did you need a box full of drugs?” Dustin asked, checking under something that you couldn’t see.

You were a little stunned by that, but of course, that was nothing compared to Steve.

“HAS HE TRIED TO SELL YOU DRUGS?”

“No,” Dustin shook out a shirt, still searching for his book, “But I’m not an idiot. Hey, speaking of idiots, is Robin coming out of Nancy’s window?”

Robin was, in fact, coming out of Nancy’s window, and she was quickly followed by Nancy herself. Seeing this, you leaned out the window and waved your arms.

“Guys!! Guys, c’mere, let’s go!”

Hand in hand, Robin and Nancy sprinted for the van. Robin leapt into the back, almost crashing into Dustin, and Nancy got in rather calmly for someone being chased. As she shut the door behind her, Nancy could see Eddie, standing at the door, watching them.

“Drive!” she screamed, and Steve did exactly as she asked. Nancy, Robin, and Dustin were thrown around the back as the van accelerated forward and down the street, away from poor sweet Eddie.

As the van disappeared into the distance, Eddie let out a string of curses as he flopped against the door. He had lost the battle, at least for now, but he was determined to win the war. After a moment of rest, he got up and walked back into the house, heading down the stairs and into the basement.

“Alright, nerds. Who wants secret knowledge about the next campaign?”

The horde of basement teens slowly raised their hands.

-

The van finally slowed to a stop in front of your house. Once it was parked, Steve collapsed against the steering wheel with a heavy sigh.

“So, care to explain?” Dustin asked from the backseat. The book he had been looking for was held safely against his chest, and he had you all fixed with a judgemental glare.

“Look,” you said, turning around to face him, “Eddie brings that box wherever he goes, right? Right. So I’m trying to keep it away from him until he at least agrees not to bring it into the school.”

“Ok, but why?”

“Because I don’t want him to get arrested! I like him exactly the way he is, y’know, out of prison, and I’d like to keep him that way.”

“Heh, it almost sounds like you’re into him,” Dustin laughs before he slides open the door and hops out of the van.

“I do not!” you yell after him, “If I’m into him, so is everyone else in this van!” 

You turn to the van’s other passengers, “None of us want Eddie to get arrested, right?”

“Nope!” “No.” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Exactly! And none of us are into him, right?”

The van fell silent. Robin stared right into your soul while Nancy stared into Steve’s. Steve himself was looking at the roof and biting his lip, clearly deep in thought.

“Ok, we’ll- we’ll come back to that later. Right now, we have to hide the drugs!”

“Yep!” Steve yelled, jumping out of the van as if it was on fire. Nancy and Robin yepped their agreements and jumped out of the van as well. You were the last to leave, and as you did, Mike Wheeler nearly rammed his bike into your leg.

“JESUS CHRIST!” you screamed, falling back into the van in surprise.

“Mike! What the hell!” Nancy grabbed her brother, keeping him from falling into you.

“You guys have to come quick!” he yelled, not providing a further explanation, “Just come on, come quick! It’s an emergency!”

Your small gang shared a look before they slowly got back into the car and followed behind Mike and his small gang as they biked ahead of you. It must’ve looked like one of Hawkins’s weirdest convoys, but to be fair, the town had seen stranger things in the past few years.

“Y’know, we should be careful,” Robin said, the box of drugs now in her lap, “This could be a trap.”

“I wouldn’t put it past my brother.”

“I hate that you’re right,” you hummed, looking out the window, “But I mean, if it is a real emergency, we should probably check out whatever it is, right?”

“Right,” Steve answered, “Right, I mean, we’re the babysitters, it’s our job to look out for those little shits.”

“I resent that,” Dustin pointedly flipped a page in his book.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence.  

-

As the sun began to set, the kids pulled up outside of Hawkins High. Steve put the van in park, and the four of you cautiously piled out and into the parking lot. Dustin was an exception to this as he jumped out like absolutely nothing was wrong.

You, Steve, Nancy, and Robin remained vigilant as you spread out. Your eyes were wide, searching everywhere for the so-called emergency. As the sky turned red, you found it.  

Eddie emerged from behind another car, an evil smile on his face as he turned to Robin, “I’ll take my box back, please.”

Robin took a step back, and in return, the mob of teenagers took a step towards her. Eddie had clearly found himself an army.  

Just as they began to surround Robin, she panicked and threw the box to Steve. For a moment, you thought he’d give up the box, but he pulled through, tossing it to Nancy and gently grabbing onto Mike and Lucas so that they couldn’t even try to mob Nancy.  

Alas, it was Max he should’ve been looking out for. With a battle cry, the tiny angry red-head advanced, spooking Nancy into throwing the box back to you.

For a moment, the world was silent. Your eyes met Eddie’s, and there was nothing but pure delight on his face. The cycle was back at its true beginning, and now you had a choice. Surrender, or keep running.

Surrender, and betray your cause, or make every sacrifice worth it, and run.

It was an easy choice to make.

You turned around, and you ran. 

You sprinted up the street, moving faster than you had all day. The world seemed to move in slow motion as you sped past houses and cars, street lamps and stop signs. The sun met the horizon. Red painted your body as you advanced, sprinting to a final destination.

You heard your name behind you, called out by a familiar voice- by several familiar voices. One stood out against the rest, though, and shortly, Robin came to run at your side.

“I hate you for making me run today!” she yelled, taking your hand and pulling you into an even faster speed.

You ran together, speeding through an oncoming night. You could hear bikes behind you- bikes and a van, but you paid it no mind.  

Your lungs ached, the air burning them from the inside out. Your limbs cried out in exhaustion, screaming for some respite from today’s exertion. Sweat gathered, streaming down your forehead. Your breath came hard and fast, and you felt like you would drop dead to the earth at any second.

But then, your goal came into view.

You were now pulling Robin along as you ran up to Steve’s house. You threw the gate open and darted into the backyard, Robin’s hand still held tightly in yours. You moved to stand in front of the pool, with the black box held out over the water.

Shortly afterwards, you heard the van pull up, tires grinding against hot pavement. For a moment, you hoped it was Steve and Nancy, and maybe Dustin. Alas, you were not so lucky.

“So, here we are!” Eddie said, throwing his arms open, “There’s nowhere for you to run, baby! So! Can I have my drugs back, please?”

He took a step towards you, but you moved towards the pool, pulling Robin’s hand to your chest absentmindedly as you did.

“Don’t come any closer, Munson,” you panted. You were entirely out of breath, but the smile on your face did all the talking for you.

It was then that Eddie noticed the black box in your hand, suspended over the calm waters of Steve’s pool.

“You wouldn’t-”

“I would! I’m crazy! I’ll do anything, ask Robin!”

“They’ll do it!” Robin nodded, “They’re crazy! Mental, even!”

Eddie looked between the two of you for a moment before making the executive decision to take another step. You let the box slip slightly from your hold, not quite dropping it, but getting scarily close. Eddie put his hands up and immediately took that step back.

“Alright!” he exclaimed, “Alright, alright. Tell me what you want.”

“What I want?”

“What are your demands? How am I gonna get those back?”

You took a deep breath and let go of Robin’s hand, “I’ll tell you how you’re gonna get those back, you’re gonna stop carrying it with you everywhere.  Eddie, you’re gonna get arrestED-!”

You were cut off as an invisible force ripped the box from your hand and shoved you off the deck and into the water. While you’d been focusing on Eddie, the kids had arrived on their bikes, and behind them, Steve and Nancy. 

Eleven’s hand was outstretched, keeping the box suspended over the pool. 

A wave of reactions spilled out over the group. The kids cheered, Nancy and Robin gasped, and Steve called out your name. Eddie remained quiet as he ran to the side of the pool, standing next to Robin as they watched you pull your head above the surface.

A laugh slipped from Eddie’s mouth as he knelt by the edge, “See, that’s why you shouldn’t steal from me.”

“Why?” you asked, as you began to tread water, “Because of your child army?”

“Because of my child army!” he nodded and extended a hand to you.  

That was his final mistake.

You reached for his hand and, as everyone predicted, you pulled him into the pool with you.  

“You little shit!” he laughed, as he splashed water in your general direction.

The reactions of the group were now reversed. Nancy, Steve, and Robin cackled while the kids yelled out battle cries, jumping into the water after their leader. The second they were in, you got hella splashed.

Steve and Nancy followed them soon after, with Steve straight up throwing Nancy into the water. Robin was the last to join as there was a little something she had to take care of first.

The child army and your small gang basically spent the night underwater. Most of Steve’s towels were sacrificed to your now very wet group. It was a very enjoyable night, overall, though, at the end of it, there was one thing that was just a teensy tiny little bit off.

“Hey, (Y/N)? Did you see where my box ended up?”

You didn’t have an answer to that. After all, you weren’t the one that hid it. While you, Eddie, and everyone else partook in a small search, Robin smiled, content with the knowledge that the drugs were safely hidden exactly where you would find them.

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Why Wouldn’t I?

I’m not dead. And I bring you ~3500 words of Eddie x f!reader omegaverse smut. I’m not even the slightest bit sorry.

WARNINGS: female reader, omegaverse/abo dynamics, heat cycles (possible dubcon), PIV sex.

“So, what’s all the commotion about?” Eddie asked, taking his usual place at the table. Gareth hummed, nodding his head toward the jocks clustered around their table. “You mean those guys? There’s a new student, rumour is they’re an omega.” Eddie perked up a little. “Oh? Tell me more.” Jeff sighed. “I think I know who it is, walked past the Principal’s office earlier and there was some girl in there I’d never seen before.” “That would explain why the meatheads are all up in arms over it.” Gareth sighed. “Still, pretty weird to be moving this late into the year. And they’re probably a Junior if they’ve presented,” Eddie mused “could be a good story there…” “Some of the people in my year have started presenting, they could be a Sophomore!” Jeff protested. “Man, I am not looking forward to next year.” Gareth groaned, burying his head in his arms. “Enjoy your freedom while you have it my friend, from here on out it’s all secondary gender cliques and hormones.” Eddie chuckled. “Well, at least you’re used to the cliques already.” Jeff laughed, slapping him on the back. “Just gotta make it through this year and I’m out of here.” Eddie sighed.  “Sure you do, we’ve all seen your grades. But look at it this way, it means an extra year with the new omega.” “And us!” The air in the cafeteria shifted all of a sudden, followed by the creak of the door opening. Eddie watched with feigned disinterest as the new student walked in, she didn’t look like an omega, she wasn’t skittish like the ones in his year had been when they presented. If he couldn’t smell her he’d have pegged her for a beta. Maybe she’d be more fun than any of the others, she didn’t seem like the type to only look for a strong alpha to defend her. His hopes faltered a little as she stepped towards the jocks table, where they were posing and throwing comments her way, though her smile looked a lot more like a snarl than he was expecting.  Tommy Hagan, apparently fancying his chances, took a step towards her. Instead of swooning over him, she slapped away his hand and stalked off.  Eddie grinned. “Y’know, repeating senior year might not be so bad.”

You paused just outside the cafeteria door. You could practically feel the testosterone seeping through the wood, the scent of alphas trying to posture was sickening.  You didn’t hate being an omega, truthfully you hadn’t given it much thought, but times like this you would almost be tempted to. Bracing yourself you pushed through the door, wrinkling your nose at the smell that assaulted your nostrils as you did.  “Steve didn’t tell us she was a looker” “come on pretty omega, we’ll take care of you” “come sit with us baby” The calls coming from the table of alphas started almost immediately, typical. Rolling your eyes you started to walk past them, looking for a quiet place to take a seat.  You even flashed a snarl their way for good measure as they continued to call out to you. Clearly one of them really didn’t get the message, pushing himself to his feet and walking towards you. “Come on little omega, be a good girl and come sit with us. We’ll treat you right, won’t we guys?” He reached out a hand towards you, looking to grab onto your arm and pull you to the table. You snarled and smacked his hand away before it could connect, baring your teeth at him. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” You stalked off, trying to block out the sound of their insults as you looked for somewhere to go. On your way you scented another alpha and you turned to look in the direction of the smell, this one wasn’t posturing or calling out to you, though he was still watching. Relieved you smiled at him, heart fluttering in your chest when he flashed a bright smile back in your direction. Swallowing down your instincts to go to him you kept walking, finally settling on a quiet table at the far end of the room.

For the first week Eddie was content with just watching you. Smiling back every time you shot a smile his way, and doing his best to ignore the jibes his fellow D&D players threw his way.  Dan, one of his fellow seniors, elbowed him hard in the side one day, after he was busy spacing out over you reading a book for way too long. “You know, you could just go and talk to her. Instead of staring at her like some kind of stalker.” He laughed, shaking his head. “You saw how she reacted to Tommy the first day, something tells me she’s not fond of alphas coming up to her.” He groaned.  “I’m pretty sure she just wasn’t fond of Tommy.” Dan sighed. “But if you’re that worried, I have an idea.” Eddie glanced at him, frowning slightly. “Oh no, no you don’t.” Dan just nodded at Gareth, grabbing hold of Eddie’s arm and tugging him back into his seat as the younger boy darted across the cafeteria towards you. Eddie tried to shout after him, but the words were muffled by hands across his mouth. Instead, he had to watch in horror as Gareth reached you, gesturing towards their table with a dopey grin. He watched as you laughed, oh god, you were laughing at him. But then you stood up, and you were walking towards them. If the others hadn’t been holding him in place Eddie was pretty sure he would have dived under the table to hide. Instead he watched with mounting horror as you approached, still smiling, and took a seat at their table. He was so caught up in his terror that he didn’t even hear the jibes and insults being hurled at you as you sat down. For a moment all his senses were just filled with omega and the sight of you smiling back at him. “You know, you could have asked me yourself. I don’t bite.” You chuckled, eyes still on him. “I uh..” Eddie ran his hand through his hair nervously, “Uh… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You tilted your head, considering him carefully. “Because you’re a ‘freak’-” you made little air quotes with your fingers “-or because you’re an alpha?” “Well…” Eddie glanced at the others for support, only to find them grinning at him, “you didn’t seem too fond of Tommy.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Was that his name? I don’t like being manhandled by strangers, especially strangers like that. But you’re alright, unless this is some scheme?” “N-no! You just, well…” “You looked lonely sat there all by yourself, though Gar probably should have warned you that sitting with us isn’t going to win you any popularity points with the rest of them.” Dan cut in, finally taking pity on their DM. You waved him off with a shake of your hand. “If I’d wanted to join any of their little groups I’d have tried it by now.” “So-” Ted, the other senior in their little group, cut in “do you play D&D?” “No. But I’d like to, if you’re willing to take a complete newbie?” Finally Eddie was smiling again, nodding happily as he launched into an explanation of the game and when their party met up. Even offering to help you set up a character if you didn’t mind coming over early.

Things continued that way the rest of the week. Eddie was still a little awkward around you, at least until you got him onto the topic of D&D or music, but the rest of the group accepted you happily. Even teasing you about your ‘mothering’ of Gareth, the assigned baby of the group. The first D&D session you joined really cemented your place in their little gang of ‘freaks’. Eddie had been so nervous in your presence while he explained the rules, helping you put together a half-elf thief that would fit nicely in their little group of warriors and wizards, that you almost felt guilty for forcing your presence on him like this. But when the game started you soon forgot all that. Eddie really came alive in the role of Dungeon Master, every word well crafted and his movements graceful and wild. The story came alive with him, his voice changing to suit the role of whomever he was playing, smile at once wicked and joyful. You couldn’t help the quiet purr you let out watching him, though you blushed furiously when he shot you a surprised glance. Thrilled by your first game you vowed to join them for as long as they’d have you, staying behind to help tidy up. Just as Eddie was packing away the last of his things and you were preparing for the long walk home he turned to you. “Hey, do you need a lift? It’s, well, I’m sure you’re fine but it’s dangerous walking around after dark.” The words came out as a jumble, his hand running through his air anxiously as he tried to look anywhere but at your face. “If it’s not too far out of your way? I heard there were some disappearances so I’ve got this spray, but I’d feel safer with you.” You cursed yourself for how omega you sounded, you were supposed to be stronger than this. But the stories of people vanishing not long before you’d moved here really did make you nervous. “Yeah, it’s no problem. Wayne doesn’t much care what time I get back as long as I’m not in trouble. Hell, he’d probably congratulate me,” his cheeks flushed slightly, fingers absentminded fiddling with his rings, “so, where’s home?” “Um, do you know the Forest Hills Trailer Park?” You mumbled, now your turn to be embarrassed. “If it’s too far out of your way that’s okay.” “No way! That’s where Wayne’s trailer is too, how did I not know you’d moved in?” He was bouncing on the balls of his feet now, energetically happy once again. “This way my lady, your chariot awaits!” Giggling to yourself you followed after him, happily singing along with him to his music as he drove you back to the trailer park. Pulling up outside his place he gestured towards the trailer. “My humble abode. Can you get back from here?” You nodded, pointing towards the row of trailers opposite. “Yeah, I’m just past that row there.” Eddie opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but shook his head when you paused. You waited patiently, tilting your head slightly as you waited for him to continue. “Um, I was just thinking… you don’t have to, but if you ever get bored you could, i don’t know, come hang out?” You gifted him with the brightest smile he’d ever seen, eyes practically sparkling and a soft purr rumbling in your throat. “I’d like that. I’ll see you around Munson.” Eddie sat and watched you leave, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself after you disappeared into the darkness before leaving his van. That night his dreams were full of a tough little omega with a shining smile.

The year went on and all too soon it was graduation, and the members of the Hellfire Club were thoroughly tired of you and Eddie dancing around each other. With Eddie failing to graduate this year the younger members found themselves begging the graduating two to do something about it. The something being Ted and Dan dragging Eddie off to tell him to do something, while he protested that omegas don’t like him. “This one does, clearly.” Dan hissed, “she wouldn’t have hung around you for a whole year if she didn’t.” “Come on man, girls don’t like me, no one likes me. I’m Eddie the Freak remember?” Ted smacked him on the back of the head. “Stop being dense. We’ve all heard her purring at you.” “But…” “No buts! If you two aren’t together by this time next year I’m officially telling everyone you cried while watching-” “Fine! Fine! But I’m telling you, she isn’t interested.” Dan laughed, patting his friend on the back. “Sure dude, and I’m not graduating today. Just remember what I said, I don’t back down from promises.” Eddie winced but nodded, glancing back towards the mass of students in their graduation robes. “Come on, we should get back.” If anyone noticed how you made a beeline right to Eddie’s side they didn’t mention it, though he caught more than a couple of knowing looks thrown his way by the rest of the gang.

Senior year, it turned out, wasn’t all that different from Junior year. The classes were the same, though with more mention of exams than before, the Hellfire Club still ran their campaigns, though now on the lookout for new members, and Hawkins, it seemed, rarely changed. The only real difference were the additional health classes on secondary genders, this time focusing on heats and ruts. They didn’t usually start until after 18, but much in the same way some people presented early or late, the heats and ruts could hit soon. Heats first, they triggered all on their own, whereas an alpha’s first rut was usually triggered by an omega in heat. You grimaced, great, this could blindside you at any time. At least the school nurse kept a supply of suppressants on hand. You left that particular class praying you were one of the late bloomers.

You wouldn’t be so lucky. A few weeks past your 18th birthday, you awoke in an empty trailer to a burning fever. You tried to ignore it, writing it off as illness brought on by the changing of the weather. You could skip school, it wouldn’t be the first time, you thought as you curled up in your bed again.  Barely an hour later you were rudely awoken by the cramps starting. You cursed into the bedding, belatedly noticing you’d formed a nest around you in your sleep. “No. No. This can’t be happening.” You whined, curling into a ball and feeling the wetness start to slide down your legs.  The feeling was almost unbearable. Being around Eddie made your chest flutter and sometimes something clench low in your stomach but this, this was everything turned up way past eleven. You whimpered, trying to resist the urge to move your hand down between your legs to lessen the ache. You could sleep through this, you told yourself, wake up and find it was all just a horrible nightmare. “Hey, you coming to school?”  Your head snapped up at the sound of Eddie outside your trailer. You couldn’t let him see you like this, scared of what he might think of you. “I can’t, m’sick.” You called back, barely biting back a whimper. “You need anything?” You grit your teeth against a fresh wave of cramps, thankful that the trailer was at least keeping your scent from leaking out. This time you couldn’t keep the whimpering at bay, the pain stabbing at your insides. “I’m coming in.” He called, and you heard him fiddling with the lock on the door.   “No. No, you can’t!” But it was too late, there was the familiar sound of the door clicking and the creaking of the hinges as it opened. You could sense him as soon as he stepped inside, all of your instincts screaming ‘alpha’ and begging you to go with him. Instead you curled up tighter in your makeshift nest, biting back the whimpers and mewls that tried to force themselves past your lips. He’d only got a few steps inside before he sniffed the air, and you heard the door slam hard behind him. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he’d left, only to hear footsteps coming closer to you again. “Is this…?” You whimpered again, nodding your head. “It hurts Eddie.” He crouched beside the bed and you cracked your eyes open to look at him, already flushed and breathing heavy just from being stuck with you for a few moments.  “I could… I mean, um, I could help? We’re supposed to be able to…” You blinked at him, wide eyed and struck silent by your surprise. Eddie took your silence as rejection, his eyes dropping to the floor as he ran a hand through his hair. “Ah no, of course you wouldn’t want… I shouldn’t have asked.” As he started to back away you reached out, grabbing for his jacket. “Please, please stay.” He stared down, equally as shocked by your behaviour as you were, his other hand coming up to rest over yours. “You want me?”  “If you’re okay with someone like me. A -ah shit!-” you whimpered, dropping his arm and clutching your stomach. Slowly he crawled into your nest, wrapping his body around yours and rumbling a purr against your shoulder. You whined, baring your neck and pressing back against him, the sound of his groan echoing in your ears. “Are… fuck you smell so good… are you sure?” He asked, voice sounding strained with the effort of holding back.  “Yes, please please Eddie. Alpha.” He groaned again, his hips bucking against you and pressing his erection into your back. You whimpered again, trying to spread your legs for him but finding them trapped between his own. He hummed, nuzzling against your neck and breathing in your scent for a moment before turning you in his arms, until you were staring wide eyed back at him. He bent his face towards yours, lips hovering just above your own as if asking for permission. In answer you craned your neck forwards, pressing your lips against his insistently. Eddie rumbled in approval, hands coming up to twist in your hair as his tongue pressed into your mouth. You whimpered, rocking your hips against his in a desperate attempt to get some relief.  Eddie growled, pulling back on your hair. “Ah, be a good girl and let me prepare you.” You watched, wide eyed and shocked as he pushed you onto your back and slowly crawled down between your legs. “Have you, um, this before?” you whispered, unsure why the thought made your heart squeeze painfully. He glanced up from his position between your thighs, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Ah no, but I might have read some stuff.” You nodded nervously, watching as he slowly pulled your shorts down your legs, throwing an arm across your face in embarrassment as he started at you in wonder. When his fingers trailed up the inside of your thigh you squeaked, hips instinctively rocking up towards him.  “So wet. This all for me princess?” He purred, his words sending sparks right to your most sensitive areas. When his tongue lapped against your slit you swore you saw stars, head falling back against the bed as his mouth worked on you. You could feel your body tensing, muscles trembling with some unseen force. When he finally slipped a finger inside you you cried out, hips arching up towards him, simultaneously begging for more and whimpering from all the stimulation. You lost track of what happened after that, you only knew the electric sensation that rippled through your body. When you came back to reality Eddie was no longer between your thighs, instead lying next to you and palming himself through his boxers. “You back with me princess?” He chuckled, gently running a hand up and down your side. “What… what was that?” you panted, trying not to stare at the bulge in his pants. “That was me warming you up.” He grinned, eyes still dark with lust. “Now, my lady, are you sure you want this?” You whimpered, nodding feverishly, and trying to move towards him. Eddie stopped you with a hand on your chest, pressing you back down into the mattress. “I need you to say it princess. Come on.” “Please Eddie, need you, wanted you so long.” It was those four words that broke him, near ordering you to take your top off while he feverishly shucked off his clothes.You almost drooled when you finally saw him, eyes tracing across his tattoos down to the thick cock that stood between his legs, already glistening even in the dim light of the trailer. “So big,” you breathed, barely even realising you’d said it out loud. Eddie grinned at you sheepishly, before crawling over you, caging your head between his arms. Resting his weight on one forearm he lined himself up with your entrance, carefully pressing into you. The slow pace was torturous for both of you, but he was determined not to let it hurt, even while you whined and begged for him. Finally he bottomed out, pressing his forehead against yours as he paused for you to adjust (and, in truth, to calm himself down). It was only when you started wriggling against him that he began to move. He tried to go slowly, he really did, but your scent was getting to him and soon his instincts took over, pounding into you as you keened and begged for more. It wasn’t long before a second orgasm ripped through you and it took all he had not to come right there, as you clenched around him, seeming to try and milk him dry then and there. With a pained sound he pulled out of you, chest clenching when you nearly sobbed from the loss. He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he rocked against you, seeking the last bit of friction he needed. As he came, spurting across your stomach, his teeth latched into your neck, marking you as his. 

Afterwards he lay panting beside you, turning his head slightly as you gently pressed your fingers against the mark on your neck. “Shit. I’m so… I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” He mumbled, giving you what could only be described as sad puppy eyes. “No. No, it’s fine. I like it.” You murmured, still touching the mark. “You do?” You turned your eyes towards him, surprised by the shock you saw there. Eddie was staring at you as if you’d made some great revelation. “You mean that?” His voice was barely above a whisper. You blinked back at him. “Why wouldn’t I?” Grinning, he threw his arms around you, burying his face back into your neck and nuzzling against the mark he’d left there.

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Eddie Munson w/ a girlfriend who has glasses? I feel like he’d enjoy stealing them off her face all the time

Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, as someone who wears glasses it was very fun to write!

Summary: Eddie steals your glasses so you can’t finish your assignment.

💭: slightly suggestive, readers gender isn’t specified but they’re shorter than Eddie.

One of Eddie’s records played softly in the background while you rested atop his bed, finishing up an assignment.

Eddie was spread out across the foot of the bed, fiddling with a rubik’s cube and stealing secret glances at you. He had promised that he wouldn’t bother you until you were finished, he knew how important this assignment was but his patience was wearing thin.

Throwing the rubik’s cube on top of a pile of clothes in the corner of his room, Eddie rolled onto his side to face you and propped his head up on his elbow.

The first time you heard Eddie call your name, you didn’t look up, determined to at least finish your sentence before you let him distract you.

The second time he called your name, along with a little nudge, you finally raised your head to look at him and pushed your glasses up the bridge of nose, since they had slid down while you were looking down at your work.

You tilted your head with curiosity as a lopsided smirk began to stretch at Eddie’s lips. He was up to no good and you gave him a warning glare as he pushed himself up onto all fours.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, trying to keep a stern tone but your tone could never be stern with Eddie.

“Nothing.” he smiled innocently as he began to crawl over the top of you with his arms and legs resting on either side of your body.

“Eddie…” you whined, dragging out the last vowel in his name.

“I’m not doing anything.” he repeated, this time mimicking the whine in your voice, dragging out the vowel in each word he spoke.

“I just want one kiss.” he whispered with a pout and puppy dog eyes he knew you couldn’t resist.

You rolled your eyes, affectionately of course, and sat up to meet him halfway, bringing your face inches away from his.

“Fine. Just one.”

The last thing you saw before you let your eyes flutter shut as you leaned in, was a bright and triumphant smile light up Eddie’s face. Naively you thought it was because he got a kiss out of you with little to no arguments, however you had unknowingly fallen straight into his trap.

As soon as your eyes fell shut, he snatched your glasses from off your face and leaped off of his bed away from you.

You gasped and quickly shot up into a kneeling position on top of the bed.

“You tricked me!” you frowned, squinting to see Eddie standing at the foot of his bed holding your glasses out of reach from you. “I can’t finish my assignment without those.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to call it a night because you aren’t getting these back ‘til mornin’.” Eddie shrugged as you climbed off the bed to try and snatch them back.

Eddie held them high above his head, your chest bumped into his each time you tried to jump up and reach them.

When Eddie put your glasses on his own face, you could’ve easily reached for them and got them back but instead you paused, wanting to get a good look at him wearing them.

At first he squinted his eyes and pulled his head back slightly, your prescription severely blurred his vision so now you were both struggling to see each other clearly.

“Is this what your vision is like without your glasses?” Eddie asked curiously as he looked around his bedroom through your lenses.

“Pretty much.” you sighed, “which is why I need them back.”

“Do I suit them?” Eddie asked instead, ignoring what you said as he started squinting at his own reflection in the mirror.

“Let me see.” you told Eddie, encouraging him to turn around and face you with a gentle tug on his shoulder.

You brought your face closer to his so you could see him more clearly and let yourself take in his appearance. Glasses looked unfamiliar on his face, but he didn’t look bad in them, he wore them quite well.

“They make you look smart.” you said as you reached your hands up to his hair and gathered his unruly curls into a loose pony tail, giving you a better look at his face.

“Dorky smart or sexy smart?” Eddie asked with an arched brow as he pulled the glasses down the bridge of his nose to look at you from over the rim.

You pretended to consider his question for a moment as you twisted your mouth with a thoughtful hum.

“Sexy smart, obviously.” you finally answered and Eddie hummed in approval with a proud smirk before he started to lean his face towards yours, but just as his eyes fell shut you tightened your grip in his hair, halting him in place.

Eddie couldn’t disguise his startled expression, as he glanced down at you with hooded eyes. “What’s gotten into you, sweetheart?” his voice was nothing but a low mumble, a tone that never failed to send a tingle up your spine.

“I want my glasses back, Munson.” you forced your voice to remain steady and put on your best poker face, despite the affect Eddie was already having on you.

For a moment it seemed as though Eddie was considering it and it was enough for you to let your guard down, before you knew it he was circling an arm around your waist, your back was colliding with his mattress and he was on top of you, with your glasses in his hand.

He gave you a quick kiss between your brows before he carefully slid your glasses back on your face.

“Keep these on for me, okay.” he ordered before he began to slowly crawl down your body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way.