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Eddie the Bitch

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Smut

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, 18+ Only, Mentions Drugs, Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, P in V Sex, Loss of Virginity, Pet Name Kink, Slight Dom Eddie, if I missed anything let me know! 

Summary: It’s your senior year at Hawkins High and you are becoming all too aware of your ever-growing crush on your best friend, Eddie Munson. Does he also have feelings for you?

A/N: I know the title sounds weird but trust me it’s cute and makes sense when you read the fic lol 

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As you close your locker you jump at the sight of your best friend since middle school, Eddie Munson. He’s wearing typical Eddie attire; black skinny jeans with holes in the knees, a metal band tee, slightly tucked in at the front, his black leather jacket under his jean vest, black hi-top Converse, and a black belt with silver pyramid studs lining it. Of course, he’s also wearing the rings he never seems to take off, his long curly brown hair is still slightly damp from his shower this morning, and he’s got a goofy grin on his face.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, princess,” he chuckles, crossing his arms across his chest. Your heart flutters at his nickname for you. Even though he’s been calling you that for some time, it never fails to make your heart beat just a tick faster.

Though you had been best friends with him since middle school, it’s easy enough for you to admit that you and Eddie had grown a bit further apart in your high school years, mostly due to his extracurricular activities. Eddie was now known as the best drug dealer around, and though you disagree with his new career, it still doesn’t stop you from staying close to him, not when you’ve been becoming ever so much more aware of the growing crush you have on him. You know he will never see you as anything but his best friend, but there’s a part of you that wishes he will notice you, touch you, maybe even - fuck you.

Embarrassed at your thoughts, your face starts burning. “Ed! Stop sneaking up on me!” you exclaim, giving his shoulder a playful slap.

He holds his hands out in front of him, waving them defensively. “Woah, there! You have maimed me!” he laughs, feigning an injury. “I just wanted to check and make sure we were still on to hang out at my place tonight!”

You always hung out at Eddie’s place, a small little trailer located in the trailer park of Hawkins, Indiana, your hometown. Since Eddie lived with his uncle and he was never home, always away working the night shift at his job, it was the perfect place to smoke the occasional weed that you did and just hang out without being interrupted. You don’t blame his uncle, he’s doing all that he can to provide for them, but Eddie could have used some more parental guidance growing up, and perhaps he wouldn’t be a drug dealer now.

“Of course, Eds! What do you have planned?”

“That is part of the mystery,” he says taking a dramatic bow as he backs away from you. “Catch a ride with me after school?”

“Fine,” you huff, letting out a small sigh.

“That’s my girl!” he replies, giving you a wink.

All day you could not focus on any of your classes, your conversation with Eddie replaying through you remind over and over again. You know he doesn’t mean anything with his flirting, it’s just his personality, but it still makes you feel some sort of special way. 

Though Eddie has never been particularly well in social situations and you are his only super close friend, you know he has been in several relationships before whereas you have not. Yeah, you’ve dated every now and then, but the relationships never were steady and usually ended after the first date. 

Finally, the day ends as the bell sounds dismissing you from your last class. You stop by your locker to put away your books and then head to the parking lot to meet Eddie, but he catches you before you exit the school.

“Someone’s in a rush to get outta here, huh?” he smirks, placing an arm across your shoulder and pulling you close.

“Shut up, Ed!” you say, throwing his arm off of you and sprinting towards his van. He’s right on your heels the whole way, both of you giggling like small children.

You arrive at his van panting and out of breath and try to open the door, to jump in before he reaches you, but it’s locked. “Oh, come on! Since when have you started locking your van?”

He leans over you, trapping you against the door of his van, both hands on either side of your body. “I just did it today so I could trap you here,” he responds smugly.

“You bitch!”

“Ah, yes that is I, Eddie the Bitch!” he laughs. Reaching next to you he inserts his key into the passenger side door keyhole and unlocks it, holding it open. “Get in loser!”

The drive to Eddie’s house is short and you both sit in silence the whole way since he had turned up his radio to a rather earsplitting volume the moment he plopped down into the driver's seat. When he parks his car in the driveway he runs around to your side, opening the door for you and holding his hand out for you to grab onto for support. You gingerly take his hand, it’s warm, slightly sweaty, and it’s way bigger than your own. You can feel electricity pulse through you at his touch, but it ebbs down as your quickly release his hand, being sure to not hold on for a moment too long in case he gets weirded out.

Eddie throws his jacket off and onto the couch, revealing his tattoos. “Help yourself to a drink if you want, I think there’s some soda in the fridge,” Eddie calls from down the hall as he riffles through some stuff in his room looking for the perfect movie for you to watch.

Opening the fridge you see a pitcher of some sort of blue liquid, thinking it’s a fruit drink you pour a bit into a glass and give it a taste. “Ew,” you mumble, smacking your lips together at the disgusting taste. “That is definitely not kool-aid.” You pour the rest of the drink down the sink and replace the pitcher back into the fridge, opting for a soda instead. 

“You want one?” you yell down in Ed’s direction.

“Sure!”

Grabbing another soda for Eddie you also dig through the pantry looking for a snack. There’s not much there, but finally, you find an old bag of salt and vinegar chips. You taste one, and sure enough, they are a bit stale, but you decide they are still edible. Retreating down the hallway to Ed’s room with your stash, you join him on his bed, handing him his soda and setting the chips down between you. 

The two of you chat and watch the movie; before long you are snuggled up together on the bed legs intertwined and Eddie’s arm over your shoulder. Almost subconsciously one of his hands finds its way to your thigh and starts massaging it gently. You know he doesn’t mean anything by it, that it’s more a comfort thing for him, but the motion sends a tingling sensation right to your core. 

You do your best to divert your attention to the movie but when Eddie snuggles closer, his hand drifting slightly higher, and you feel his hard cock press into your leg, you have to stifle a moan.

“You okay?” Eddie whispers, noticing you tensing up. 

“Y- yeah, I’m fine,” you say, your voice accidentally coming out a bit higher than normal and your cheeks burning from a blush.

“You sure?” Eddie asks, repositioning himself a bit farther away from you. His hand leaves your thigh and instead finds your head, brushing a piece of hair back into place behind your ear before resting on your forehead. “You feel a bit hot. Are you feeling okay?”

“Well, you being so close to me surely isn’t helping. How am I supposed to concentrate with your hard dick on my leg?” you mumble under your breath, thinking it was low enough that Eddie couldn’t hear you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch all of that,” Eddie says, a lopsided grin on his face. “Something about my hard dick? Would you care to elaborate?”

“I - What? I didn’t say anything!” you exclaim, jumping up off the bed and turning around to hide your face from him.

Eddie inches forward onto the edge of the bed. “That’s what I heard,” he says with a shrug. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, (Y/N). I can take care of you if you’ll let me.”

“But we’re friends! Best Friends, Ed! Friends don’t - do that!”

“Oh, princess. You really are blind, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“I’ve had a massive crush on you since freshman year.”

Turning around, you look at him expecting to see him with that tale-tale look on his face that lets you know he’s cracking a joke, but that face isn’t present. “You’re being dead serious, aren’t you?”

“That I am. You know me so well, sweetheart. I don’t know how you didn’t notice my crush on you.”

“Ed, I’ve liked you since sophomore year.”

“Ouch, my heart!” he taunts, falling backward onto the bed grasping at his chest.

“Oh, shut it!” you giggle as he sits back up, brushing his long locks out of his face.

“Come here,” he says gently, moving back to where he was while you were watching the movie, his arms spread wide. You sigh and crawl back over to him, straddling him and resting your head on his chest. His arms come around and hold you tightly. 

“Hey, look at me,” he pleads and you glance up at him and into those dark eyes of his. “You are stunning. If you want you can be all mine,” he says, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. 

Those words have you pressing your thighs together in an attempt to lessen the growing tension there. The fact that you can feel his hard cock pressed up against you is not helping either.

“My, my,” he tuts. “Why are you pressing those delicious thighs together?”

“Oh my god, Ed! Can you not?” You roll off of him and go back to laying beside him. 

His hand attaches itself to your thigh giving it a squeeze, before wandering upwards every so slightly and then back down again towards your knee. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a little gasp at his touch and he quickly draws his hand away.

“I’m sorry. I - I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” He licks his lips in anticipation. He’s finding it hard to control his impulses right now, but for you, he will hold back.

“Ed,” you breathe, finally deciding to give in to your desires. “I - I want you.”

Immediately, he jumps on you like a stray dog that hasn’t eaten in weeks. Rolling over on top of you he rests his weight on his arms and devours your neck. Sucking and kissing you in all the right spots causing you to let out a low moan as he grinds down onto your thigh before planting a kiss on your lips.

“Fuck. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he groans. “May I remove this?” he asks tugging on the sleeve of your shirt.

You nod. He peels off your shirt and throws it to the ground of his room where it is sure to get lost amongst all his own clothing there, but you don’t mind. The cold of his room hits you like a ton of bricks, causing your nipples to stand so erect it’s noticeable under your simple t-shirt bra.

Eddie begins peppering your chest with kisses before sucking on the top of your breast. He lifts you up and grasps your bra clasp and waits for your approval before unclasping it and removing it, chunking it across the room. “Oh god,” he wails before taking a breast into his mouth and sucking on your nipple. His other hand travels to your other breast and massages it. 

Your hands soon find themselves under his shirt, raking at his skin for support as you squirm under his touch. He momentarily stops his kissing to remove his shirt and pants before returning back to your skin, trailing kisses down your stomach to the top of your pants and back up again. Fingers shaking you reach down and try to unbutton your pants, your nerves getting the best of you.

“Allow me, my queen,” Eddie says, expertly removing your pants. “Cute undies, too bad they are absolutely soaked,” he comments, pulling the band back before letting it retract back and hit your skin with a smack. 

“Ed, please” you whimper as he slowly slides your underwear off followed by his. His cock springs out of his underwear, already leaking with precum. The sight of it makes you almost burst with anticipation and you spread your legs, begging him to enter you with his cock.

“Not yet,” he says, trailing a finger through your wet folds, gently spreading them open. “Shit, you’re so wet, and all for me,” he hums. Removing his rings and placing them onto his nightstand, he carefully inserts his middle ring followed by his ring finger into your hole. 

He finger-fucks you gently, quickly finding just the right spot and speed to make you scream, hitting it over and over again until your eyes are rolling back into your head, your orgasm impending.

“I- I’m gonna cum, Ed!” you screech.

“That’s a good girl. Cum for me, princess.”

On his command you cum hard, panting and squirting your precious liquid all over his bed, soaking it. His eyes glaze over with lust at the sight. “Oh my god, that was so hot. Fuck, I’m never washing these sheets again.” 

“Fuck, you’re really good at this.”

“I told you once already, babe. You know me so well and I know you just as well,” he says, planting a kiss on your lips.

He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth. He puts it on, rolls it up, and palms himself back to full erection. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as ever,” you giggle, butterflies in your stomach.

He lines himself up and slowly enters you, allowing you time to adjust to his length. It hurts a bit as he stretches you out but it soon fades away. 

“You good?” he asks, determined to make sure he’s not hurting you.

“Yeah. God, Eds. You’re big.”

He shrugs and slowly begins pumping into you, increasing his speed in accordance with how your body reacts to him. Your second orgasm of the night soon washes over you and at the sight of your beautiful face contorting under his control, Eddie loses all of his self-control. 

Relentlessly he begins pounding into you, chasing his own high. The thought of him using you to reach his climax has your pussy contracting around him. Your body shakes violently as you squirt again, this time all over him and his dick. 

The pleasure from you contracting around him and releasing more of your liquid is enough to finally tip him over the edge. With one last thrust and a screech, he cums hard, the hardest he has ever cum before. “FUCK!” he screams and then he stills, collapsing onto you.

Legs still shaking from your post-orgasm bliss you run a hand through his hair. The two of you stay like this for a few moments until you break the silence. “I could use some water, Ed. You fucked me too good.”

Eddie mumbles something incoherent as he peels himself off of you, returning a few moments later with two glasses of water in hand. You move over on the bed to an area that’s not wet as he hands you one of the glasses.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” he says, eyeing the bits of red blood on the sheets.

Your face immediately begins burning, you guess you should have told him beforehand. “I’m fine, Ed. Um, you just took my virginity.”

His eyes turn into saucers and almost pop out of his head. “You’re lying. You’re joking, right?”

“I’m not.”

“Shit! You should have told me! I could have been even more attentive to your needs! I just figured you had already had sex, you know? I mean you’ve dated before… damn it.” he runs a hand through his hair and starts looking for your clothes in the midst of his own scattered all over the floor. Not being able to find them, he tosses you one of his t-shirts and a clean pair of his boxers to wear as he throws on a new outfit himself

“Eds, it was perfect. You were perfect. It’s everything I could have ever imagined,” you say as you throw on his clothes.

Eddie climbs back on the bed and the two of you lay cuddling. “Did you try any of that blue drink in the fridge by chance?” he asks finally. “I saw an extra glass in the sink that I didn’t notice before.

“Yeah, it was disgusting so I poured it out and got a soda instead,” you reply with a shrug.

“Oh my god! (Y/N), that’s the experimental aphrodisiac drug I’ve been testing out!” he says with a chuckle.

“Eddie Munson! Why are you experimenting with such a thing? And why wasn’t it labeled?” you exclaim slapping his chest.

“Well, I guess it’s safe to say it works.”

“You bitch,” you mumble.

“Ah, yes it seems I am still Eddie the Bitch, huh?” he cackles, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Well, I’d say your Eddie My Bitch now.”

“Touché, my princess.”

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Eddie’s Goddess

Summary: Eddie drags you to Hawkins High in the dead of night for god knows what. You get a little more than you bargained for when he ends up fucking you on his throne.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader

Genre: Smut, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Smut, mentions of smoking, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cursing, suggestive language, choking, praise kink, squirting, slight daddy kink?

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“This is the stupidest thing we’ve ever done, Eddie!” you exclaim as you try to wiggle out of his grasp on your wrist.

“It might be the stupidest thing you’ve done, sweetheart, but I’ve done much stupider things,” he smirks. “Just follow my lead.”

Just what you and Eddie were up to at midnight sneaking around at Hawkins High, you weren’t even really sure. Eddie had called you and told you to meet him at his place for what you assumed to be a late-night smoke session. But shortly after you arrived he had ambushed you, grabbed you by your waist, and hoisted you over his shoulder before dropping you into the back of his Uncle’s van. He insisted needed your help with something and then slammed the door shut and sped off. The next thing you knew, you were pulling into the parking lot at your high school.

Eddie drags you along to one of the side entrances and digs around in his pocket, smiling as he pulls out a key and inserts it into the door knob. With a click, the door unlocks and Eddie opens it. 

“How the hell did you get a key to this door?” you ask, an eyebrow raised as he gestures for you to enter before shutting and locking the door back behind him. 

“I’ll never reveal my secrets, darling,” he says, waving the key in your face before pocketing it again. 

“Can you at least tell me why we are at school at midnight?”

“You’ll see.”

Eddie grabs your hand and leads you down the hallway until he reaches the room where his D&D club, Hellfire, meets. “After you,” he says pushing the door open with a creak and bowing dramatically.

Rolling your eyes at him, you enter the room and look around, wondering just why on earth Eddie has drug you here at such a late hour. “So, just what are we doing here?” you ask, arms folded across your chest.

“I think I left a bag of the old Mary Jane here this evening by mistake. Wouldn’t want any teachers stumbling across that, now would we?” 

“I guess not. But, why couldn’t you come to look for it yourself?”

“Two sets of eyes are better than one,” he shrugs. “Plus you know me, I couldn’t find my own head if I lost it.” Eddie pretends to snap his own neck and scrambles around as if he’s chasing his head bouncing along on the floor. 

You have to admit the gesture makes you laugh a bit but out of spite, you turn around so he can’t see. Shaking your head, but silently agreeing with him, you begin your search around the room, checking in with Eddie every so often but the both of you continue to come up empty-handed. Your frustration is continuing to grow and you wish he had just told you what he was up to from the beginning because you are really craving a smoke right now. 

“Eddie! I swear to god if you drug me out here in the middle of the night for nothing, I’m going to make you pay,” you taunt, pointing your index finger at him.

“Oh, that sounds like fun, babe. Just how are you going to do that?” Eddie smirks as he closes the distance between you, picking you up and setting you down on his throne. “You look absolutely stunning up there, by the way, my queen.” He takes a dramatic bow before kneeling on the ground between your legs causing you to chuckle.

“Eds, cut it out!” you exclaim, your face burning with a hot blush as he leans down even closer to you.

“Shhh, babe. Look.” Eddie dips a hand under the chair, feels around for a moment, and then pulls out a little baggy. “I found it,” he chuckles, shoving it into his jacket pocket.

“Good, let’s get out of here,” you say as you push up off the chair to stand, but Eddie stops you.

“I don’t think you’re going anywhere,” he tuts, as he stands back up. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you sitting there on my throne. You look divine,” he whispers licking his lips. Stepping back, Eddie takes in the sight of you giving off the aura of a goddess.

Crossing your legs you sit up straight and bore your eyes down at him. “What are you getting at, Eddie? You never let anyone sit in this chair.”

“Yeah, well I’m feeling a bit lenient tonight,” he shrugs with a smile. He walks back up to you and leans down in your face, his necklace dangling between you.

A moment of bravery pulses through you and you grasp his necklace in between your teeth and gently tug, pulling him closer to you. His eyes widen in surprise as they dart down to look at the chain between your lips and then back up to your eyes.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he mumbles as you release the hold on his necklace but he doesn’t back up, instead, he gets even closer, resting his hands on the armrests of the chair. He runs his tongue over his lips as he looks at your face, reading your expression to see if you are thinking the same thing he is.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he mumbles. “It’ll change everything.”

“Eddie, just fucking kiss me,” you breathe and the next moment his lips crash down into yours, gentle but sweet.

“Shit. I’ve wanted to do that for so long and the sight of you on my throne, I just couldn’t help myself,” Eddie says, his breathing heavy. “Let me worship you, my goddess,” he pleads, his big brown eyes wide.

His words cause heat to pool in your stomach and you squeeze your thighs tighter together in response. You both know you shouldn’t, your friends after all, but you’d be lying if you hadn’t dreamed of him fucking you right in this very chair many times before. 

“Show me how you want to worship me then,” you taunt, a twinkle in your eye. 

Eddie immediately kneels and gently pulls your thighs apart before he begins peppering kisses on the exposed skin that your shorts do not cover. His hands grasp your thighs and slowly begin to wander up until he is teasing you with light touches over your shorts causing you to gasp as the tension begins to build. 

“Can I remove these?” Eddie asks, undoing the button at the top of your jean shorts, his hand pausing at the zipper. 

“Fuck, yes.”

Eddie smirks at the sounds coming out of your mouth as he removes your shorts, chunking them on the floor behind the throne. “I didn’t expect your panties to be this cute,” he mutters. “My goddess you are absolutely soaked. And all for me, huh?”

“All for you baby,” you agree. 

“How about we absolutely ruin these panties?” he suggests, pushing your underwear to the side to circle your clit.

“Yeah - fuck Eddie - sure.” Your eyes begin to flutter closed at how delightful his touch is to you already. You weren’t expecting it when he inserted two fingers into your hole and began massaging your g-spot causing shivers to run down your spine and a loud moan to escape your lips.

Eddie continues to massage your g-spot, curling his fingers in the exact way that your body needs. Your hands grab a hold of his curly locks and tangle themselves in deeply, pulling him in to kiss you as his fingers continue fucking into you. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” you mummer, pulling back from the kiss and resting your forehead against Eddie’s, your eyes closed shut.

“That’s my good girl,” Eddie hums. “Don’t hold back, I wanna see you come undone.”

His words push you over the edge and you cum hard, your back arching off of the chair as you squirt forcibly, soaking Eddie’s Hellfire shirt, your panties, and his throne. 

“Shit!” Eddie exclaims, looking down at his shirt clinging to him as it absorbs your cum. “Now, that was heavenly. You think you can do that again?” 

You nod. “But, I want the next time to be on your cock.”

“Oh goddess, you are gonna have to bring me back from the dead after this,” he utters, throwing off his ratty old reeboks so he can remove his pants and his underwear, opting to leave on his shirt to enjoy your wetness even longer. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom though,” he says squinting his eyes at you. “I wasn’t exactly planning to get dicked down tonight.”

“I’m on the pill, love. It’ll be fine,” you assure him, prying yourself off the throne you’ve been plastered to due to the stickiness below you.

“If you insist, but you might wanna get used to calling me daddy. Just in case,” he jokes, with a wink, wrapping you in his arms and trading places with you to sit on the throne.

“Eds! Shut it!” you respond, playfully slapping his thigh.

 “You’re absolutely sure about this? We could stop now,” Eddie says, his eyes narrowed a bit and an eyebrow raised. He wouldn’t dare do anything without your consent.

“I’m sure, Ed.” 

Straddling him, you hover over his erect cock for a moment, teasing him by dragging it over your sopping wet folds and he hisses at the feeling. Eddie takes a deep breath as you reposition yourself and sink down on his length. He allows you a moment to adjust and then he begins rocking into you slowly.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he babbles, his eyes out of focus at the feeling as he begins to increase his speed.

Your breasts bounce as you ride his dick and you soon break out in a sweat, throwing off your shirt in an attempt to cool down. Eddie helps you remove your bra, unclasping it single-handed. One of his hands immediately begins kneading your breast while he hungrily kisses the other one, taking time to suck on your nipple. A ripple of pleasure shoots through your body and your quaking doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie who snakes his other hand up your side until it firmly grasps your neck. 

“Come on, darling. You’re such a good girl,” Eddie hums into your ear, pushing you over the edge yet again.

Your second orgasm hits you harder than the first as you squirt again, your pussy contracting around Eddie’s cock as it attempts to push him out, but Eddie fucks up into you, not allowing his cock to exit for you a moment. 

“Eddie! Fuck!” you scream as you ride out your high.

“Fuck, babe. I’m going to cum,” Eddie mumbles before cumming with a loud groan, burying his head in your neck to muffle his cries as his cum fills you to the brim. 

Withdrawing quickly, he holds you tightly, both of you breathing heavily. “How was that, goddess?”

“That was amazing. You were so good, Eds.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he smiles. “We should probably get out of here though,”

“Yeah, we should,” you agree. “But, what are we going to do about all this mess on your throne,” you say gesturing to the mixture of liquids beneath the two of you.

“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckles, waving his hand around. “I’m sure it’s good for the leather.”

You both fall into a fit of laughter as you redress and head back to Eddie’s van.

“Wanna stay with me tonight?” Eddie asks hesitantly as he opens the van door for you to climb in. It’s not an odd question; you’ve stayed at Eddie’s place plenty of times before, but now there is a difference in the tone of the question since it’s obvious you aren’t just friends any longer.

“Of course,” you smile. “I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend the night with my boyfriend.” 

Eddie smiles wide, his big chocolate eyes almost closing from happiness. “That’s right and you’re my goddess! I’m going to worship you all night,” he adds with a wink. “Come on, let’s get outta here!”

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Darling, It’s a Winter Wonderland

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x You

Summary: Decorating for the holidays with your best friend and roommate Eddie Munson leads to some boundaries being overstepped when the power gets knocked out by a winter storm.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Friends to lovers, dry humping, dry orgasm, masturbation, thigh riding, if I missed anything lemme know!

Word Count: 2,690

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“Please explain again , why are we decorating the house for the holidays? It’s too much work to just be up for a month!” Eddie huffs, his eyebrows furling together as he untangles a string of Christmas lights.

“Because I like feeling festive!” you giggle, holding up two wreaths trying to decide which one to put on the door to your room and which one to hang on your front door. “And, I never complain when you go all out for Halloween!”

“Touché,” Eddie smiles and finger guns toward you before directing his attention back to the tangled mess of lights. He curses at the difficulty of getting out of a particularly stubborn knot.

“Plus, here. I made a special wreath for your door.”

Eddie takes the wreath you held out to him. “Bats and skulls with red and green Christmas ornaments? Fuck yeah!” He fist pumps and you laugh as he jumps up and rushes to attach the wreath to his bedroom door.

Eddie has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Ever since that day in kindergarten when you had won against him in a race across the playground, the two of you had been inseparable. Now, as college freshmen, you were roommates in your own little apartment down the street from your school and you couldn’t ask for anyone better to live with. In fact, the two of you were pretty inseparable; Eddie would barely even let you go to the bathroom alone and there had been many nights where he sat down on the floor chatting away while you took a shower.

Eddie’s heavy footsteps returning to the living room wake you out of your daze.

“The snow’s starting. How many inches are we supposed to get?” you ask, peeking through the blinds to view the snow drifting down outside.

“Six, I believe,” Eddie says nonchalantly, not looking up as he sorts through the Christmas tree ornaments and attaches hooks to them.

“Fuck, we are going to be snowed in aren’t we?”

“Probably.”

“Ugh!” you groan. “Thank god we stocked up on groceries yesterday.”

“I fucking hate the snow,” Eddie shivers just thinking about it.

“Same,” you agree, collapsing onto the couch.

“Oh! Where do you want these lights?” Eddie asks, holding up the newly untangled lights with a smile. He had almost forgotten he had finished untangling them since you had distracted him by handing him his snazzy new Christmas wreath. He was always like that; forgetting to finish one thing when something else came his way and distracted him. You are pretty certain he has a raging case of ADHD but the bastard won’t go get any help for himself.

“We can finish up tomorrow. I’m tired.”

‘... and horny,’ you think, not daring to say it out loud.

Apparently, you didn’t even have to say it, something about the faraway look in your eyes tells Eddie all he needs to know.

“Oh, come on.” Eddie hums your name. “I know that look. Who were you supposed to bang tonight?”

“Fuck off, Eddie!” you scowl. Of course, Eddie is correct. You did have a date tonight and planned on getting laid but your phone had buzzed early this morning with a text calling it off. Whether they had canceled due to the snow or because they felt things weren’t working out, you don’t know.

��Woah! Easy there!” Eddie throws up his hands defensively. “You know I’m right,” he taunts with a wink.

“I hate you.”

Eddie dramatically falls to the ground where he pretends he’s bleeding out. “No, you don’t! You know you love me!” he exclaims, through narrowed eyes still lying on the floor. His tongue falls out of his mouth as he plays dead.

“Whatever, Eddie,” you huff.

Eddie sits down on the couch next to you as you pull yourself up into a seated position with your arms holding your legs to your chest. “I could… help you out,” he mumbles, his eyes flickering to you and then to the floor.

“Ed, that’s unnecessary,” you say, waving him off but his offer has you squeezing your thighs together a bit and he takes notice. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt that you can. These walls are pretty thin, sweetheart. I’ve heard you plenty of times. I just figured I’d offer,” he shrugs with a little chuckle. He pats his lap, “Come here if you wanna, otherwise go take care of it yourself,” he smirks.

You shake your head; you know you shouldn’t but it’s been too long. You try to say no and wander off to your room, but your body seems to have a mind of its own right now.

“Fine,” you huff, straddling him. Your hips immediately begin rocking into him, searching for some relief.

“That’s right. Be a good girl and use me,” Eddie whispers into your ear and his words light a fire deep within you. He knows exactly what he is doing to you and his own breathing grows a bit irregular as you continue grinding on him. He does his best to hold back his own hips from bucking along in rhythm with yours but he fails.

You close your eyes and focus on the growing sensation in your stomach as you feel Eddie’s hard cock rub against your clit. Even through the layers of clothing, the pressure feels so good that you let out a little moan. The sound is music to Eddie’s ears and he has to swallow down his own moan out of fear of scaring you off. He doesn’t know if you’ll ever take him up on this opportunity again and he’s sure as hell going to savor every moment of it.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” you mutter. You bury your face in Eddie’s neck as you approach your climax before pulling back with a jolt as it pulses through you. You ride out your orgasm on his thigh with your forehead resting against his, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth slightly agape.

Your euphoria doesn’t last long and it quickly turns into a bit of panic as you practically jump off of him when you feel a bit of your climax gushing out of you and begins to seep through your pants. You sprint to the shower hoping that Eddie hasn’t noticed, but he decides to follow you anyway.

“Where you running off to?” he jokes but there’s an underlying tone of worry in his voice. “Was it that bad?” He blocks your way to your bedroom so you can’t get to your bathroom within it.

“I need to shower, Ed.” You attempt to brush him off; you’re embarrassed that you just got off on your best friend's lap and that you actually liked it so much that you require a shower now.

“Shit. Are you a squirter? Fuck, I never knew that about you,” he taunts, licking his lips and eyeing you up and down with a seriousness you can’t quite place.

“That is none of your business,” you snarkily reply as you push past him and lock yourself in your bathroom for a quick shower.

Eddie can’t help himself; as soon as you are out of his sight he retreats to his room and immediately shoves his hand down his pants to take care of his leaking cock. He digs around in his bedside table and lathers himself up generously with lube, pretending that he’s coated in your slick. He works himself mercilessly, pumping his length quickly. He’s never come in his pants from just dry humping before but your pretty face had him holding his breath so that he wouldn’t. He comes with a loud grunt and his come streaks out hot and thick into his underwear. He takes a moment to calm his shaky breaths before he tidies himself up and hopes to god that he can play it cool and you won’t notice the sweat-soaked hair around his face.

To his relief, you don’t seem to notice when you arrive back to the living room fresh out of the shower.

“Come on, let’s get back to decorating. You could use a distraction.” Eddie pulls you off the couch despite your protests and shoves the Christmas lights into your hands. He himself could also use the distraction before he does something he might regret and changes the status of your friendship forever.

~~~

“All done?”

“All done.”

“Darling, it’s a winter wonderland in here and it’s making me sick to look at it,” Eddie playfully gags.

You can’t help but laugh at his theatrics, it’s not that decorated. All you did was put up the tree, fitted with white lights and ornaments, a Christmas wreath on the front door, some lights strung up in the hallway, a set of decorative placemats and dish sets on the table, and of course the two wreaths on both of your bedroom doors; it’s not as over the top as Eddie is making it out to be.

Eddie is sitting down next to you on the floor as you finish stacking up the gifts under the Christmas tree when suddenly, a loud POP goes off outside and the house goes dark. Your eyes meet in the darkness, and you both rush to the window to see what is happening. Peering through the blinds reveals that one of the power poles on the street seems to have been knocked down and the trees along your road are swaying violently in the wind.

“Jesus H. Christ! Really?” Eddie shouts, clearly annoyed.

“Shit,” you mumble. “Ed, it’s late. How soon do you think they can send a crew out to get this fixed?”

“I’d say first thing tomorrow morning… if we are lucky.”

“Fuck. It’s freezing outside and we don’t have a generator. We are going to freeze to death tonight. We better go put on some more layers,” you say rolling your eyes.

Once you've put on several more layers of clothing, you and Eddie are both sitting on the couch, cozy under blankets and eating a warm and quick dinner that Eddie prepared with his propane stovetop out of his van, which he usually uses when you go camping together. It’s really surprising how quickly your house chilled down without the heat on and how deathly quiet it is as well but at least the warm food is helping you stay semi-warm right now.

“If you would get your cold-ass feet out from under my ass, I would highly appreciate that!” Eddie screeches, halfway joking but also very annoyed.

“Never!” you laugh. “My toes are about to fall off!”

“Then go put on some socks, shithead!”

“Eddie, that hurt my feelings,” you fake sob.

“Shut up,” he taunts, gently hitting you on your shoulder.

You snuggle down on the couch closer to him, craving any sort of warmth. “I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight. You know I can’t sleep if it’s too cold.”

“Looks like we are going to be bunking together tonight,” Eddie smiles devilishly.

“No way in hell! You are an awful bedmate.”

You cringe thinking back to all the times the two of you had shared a bed before when you absolutely had to. Eddie stole the covers whenever there was a sleepover or a camping trip, and he literally suffocated you by lying on top of you. You don't really find the offer out of the ordinary, but there's something different about it tonight that makes you slightly turned on.

“It’s either we share a bed or we freeze to death, sweetheart. It’s your call,” he shrugs.

“God, I wish you weren’t right.”

Eddie smirks. “I’m always right.”

“Not always!”

“Fine. 80% of the time, then,” he laughs.

Reluctantly, you follow Eddie to his room after supper. Much to your disappointment, the electrical company had sent both of you texts with an estimated time for the power to be fixed and it wasn’t what you had hoped for. Yet again, Eddie had been right; the company was suspected to have it fixed by early tomorrow morning.

“Stay on your side of the bed, Eddie, or I swear to god you won’t wake up in the morning,” you jeer, rolling over on your side to face the wall.

“But, babe! You know I like to snuggle,” he pouts, immediately spooning you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“If I wake up and you are on top of me, we are going to fight. Goodnight, Ed.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

A few hours later you both wake up shaking from the cold and attempt to stay warm by piling on more blankets, but it doesn’t seem to help.

“You know what we could do?” Eddie asks in a low voice.

“What?”

“We could… sleep naked,” he suggests with a smirk.

“Hhhhmmm. Lemme think…,” you put on your best fake thinking face before dropping it as you continue, “fuck no, Eddie!”

“Come on! More skin-on-skin contact means more heat! I would like to not freeze to death tonight! I’m still so young! I can’t die yet! You really wanna be the cause of both of our deaths?”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” you respond, scooting as far away from him as you can but he follows you and hugs you tightly in his arms.

“It won’t change anything between us, princess if that’s what you’re worried about. This is about survival.” Eddie nuzzles his chin on your shoulder.

“Edward Munson! If you get any funny ideas, I will personally kill you myself. Got it?” you taunt, rolling over to look him in his chocolate eyes and pointing your finger at him. Judging by how wide they are, he is terrified. He knows all too well what you are capable of having sent quite a few boys who tried to make unwantad advances on you to the hospital sporting various injuries.

You leave both of your underwear on as your strip and snuggle back up together, clenching your teeth in annoyance at how Eddie was somehow right - yet again. It really is a whole lot warmer with more skin-on-skin contact. You are really growing tired of him being right about everything lately.

Somehow you both manage to sleep most of the night until you are awoken sometime later to gentle rocking on your backside. Your eyes snap open as you realize that Eddie is humping you in his sleep. Boy, are you going to give him hell for this in the morning! Or at least that was the plan until he starts uttering short moans into your ear and you find your hand wandering to rub gentle circles around your own clit. The sounds he is making are just too delicious to ignore.

You try - you really do try - to keep your hands to yourself, but as Eddie’s noises and rocking increase you find your hands wandering his body. Its innocent light touches at first; his hips, stomach, and back, but he soon wakes from his slumber catching you in the act.

“Hmm, it seems I should have been worried about you keeping your hands to yourself, you naughty girl,” he chuckles in a deep, sleepy voice.

“Ed, you were the one humping me in your sleep!”

“Shit, sorry,” he says sheepishly.

“It was kind of… hot,” you reply hesitantly. “The noises you were making… eh forget it.” You roll over and close your eyes, praying sleep takes you over and Eddie won’t remember this conversation later. It seems that Eddie is fully awake now though and your luck has run out.

He peppers a few light kisses on your bare back. “What was that now, beautiful?”

“Nothing,” you whine as he continues kissing up your neck. Your breath catches in your throat when he nuzzles closer to you and whispers in your ear.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he growls, nipping at your ear.

There’s something so seductive about the way he purrs in your ear.

And, you don’t tell him to stop.

To hell with your friendship. That's a problem for future you.

[thefreaksrunthisshow]

Pretend Boyfriend

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (Gender-neutral terms used!)

Warnings: mention of previous abusive relationship

Summary: Out running a few errands and doing some shopping, you run into your abusive ex. Quick thinking leads to you latching onto the nearest stranger and pleading with him to pretend to be your boyfriend so your ex will leave you alone.

Masterlist

‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ is the only thing going through your mind as you round the corner and run right into your abusive ex before quickly darting away to the next aisle over panting heavily, hoping they didn’t notice you. Quickly taking in your surrounding you realize you have a few options; you can either make a run for it and head back to your car, which could be very dangerous if they follow you, you can ask the employees to hide you until they leave, or you can find someone willing to play along and pretend to be your boyfriend, so they think you aren’t shopping alone.

Deciding upon the latter as you hear your name being called angrily from the front of the aisle you spot a guy standing there looking at the lava lamps on display. He looks a bit scary with his long curly locks, his heavy metal attire, ripped jeans, black painted nails, and chunky rings on his fingers but you decide to risk it and dart up to him, grabbing ahold of his arm.

“My abusive ex is right behind me, please pretend to be my boyfriend so they leave!” you plead, hoping that he will play along or you are screwed.

For a moment the guy looks shocked to see you hanging onto his arm, but he immediately switches his mood when those words leave your lips, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you close.

“What do you think, babe? They’re pretty sick! Should we get one of these for our new place?” the guy says picking up one of the displays and eyeing it closely, his chin resting on his finger as if he is in deep thought.

“Yeah, I think that one would look good,” you say pointing to one, not really paying attention to it as you feel a presence hovering over your shoulder.

“I was thinking the same thing. It’s like you read my mind,” he says, pointing towards his head and giving it a light tap. Shooting you a wink, he picks up the box and places it in his shopping basket. “What else were you saying we needed? New bed sheets since we ruined our last ones?” he smirks, loud enough that your ex can hear.

“Hey, who the fuck are you?” they say, arms folded.

The both of you turn around and the man at your side grabs a hold of your hand, intertwining your fingers.

“Who the fuck are you bothering me and my sweetheart? You better watch yourself,” he taunts, dropping for hand for a second to give the guy a middle finger. “Let’s go find those new sheets, baby.”

The guy leads you away to the other end of the store where the sheets are located, glancing around to make sure you are alone before dropping your hand.

“You okay?” he asks in a soft voice, furling his eyebrows. His hands are placed delicately on your shoulders and he’s bending down to look you in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumble back.

“I suppose I should introduce myself since I’m supposed to be your boyfriend and all. I’m Eddie, Eddie Munson.” He holds his hand out for you to shake it.

You smile. “I’m (Y/N). Thanks for helping me out and playing along,” you say taking his hand in yours to shake it.

“It’s really no trouble at all, sweetheart. Would you like me to walk with you to check out and then to your car?” he suggests, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“I’d appreciate that.”

You and Eddie continue your shopping together and he accompanies you to check out and then to your car.

“Shit, that bastard!” you screech, dropping your bags and raking your hands through your hair in frustration at the sight of one of your tires limp and deflated, a huge slash down the length of the tire.

“Fuck, babe. That looks bad. Do you want a lift home?” Eddie asks, bending down to gather the bags that you dropped.

“I guess I don’t have much choice,” you mumble.

“Follow me! But I should probably warn you, I drive a rusty ass shit bucket of a van. I promise I’m not a creep though!”

You chuckle a bit and shrug. “Right now, I’d accept a lift home by one of Tolkien’s giant eagles even though I’m terrified of heights.”

Eddie pauses, turning on his heels to face you, both of your bags in one hand slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “You like Lord of The Rings?” he asks with a huge smile.

“The wise speak only of what they know,” you chuckle, your eyes twinkling as you reach his van, and he throws the bags into the back before opening the door for you to climb into the passenger seat.

“Gandalf, right?” he laughs, pointing his finger at you. His other arm rests on the top of the doorframe of the van propping him up. “You really know your stuff, huh?”

“I didn’t take you for a Tolkien fan. Not with your whole, scary metal, I could beat your ass, vibes,” you reply, gesturing toward him.

“Looks can be deceiving, darling. I am a total freak; DND, Tolkien, and all that fantasy shit, it’s right up my alley. But me, violent? Nah, I wouldn’t hurt a fly unless necessary. Ya know? We’re talking life or death situations here. But, I do love my metal music and guitar, you got me there.” He plays an imaginary guitar with his tongue sticking out for a moment eliciting a loud laugh from you before shutting your door and climbing into the driver’s seat. “So, where to?”

You sigh, a bit embarrassed about your living situation. “Don’t laugh, but I live in the Forest Hill Trailer Park. It was my last option, ya know? I couldn’t afford anything else living on my own.”

“No shit, you serious?”

You nod, self-conscious, sure that he is going to judge you but instead are shocked by his next words.

“I live there too! That’s crazy! I’ve never seen you around before.”

“I just moved in earlier this week.”

“How about this? I’ll drop you off at your place and then we will work on getting you a new tire that doesn’t have a hole in it. I know a guy that can get you one for super cheap and I’ll even pitch in and help you pay for it, on one condition,” he proposes, holding his index finger up.

The last thing you want is some random guy you just met giving you his money out of pity, but you don’t have much choice. You can’t afford your rent and the price of a new tire this month. “Fine. What is it?”

“Let me take you on a date.”

“Excuse me, what?”

“You heard me, darling. I want to take you on a date, a real one. I want to show you that you are way better without that asshole of an ex of yours.”

His deep brown eyes bore into you and your heart starts beating a tick faster. You swore you weren’t going to get into another relationship, not so soon after finally having the courage to leave your abuser. But even though you just met him, Eddie seems like a sweet guy; someone you should give a chance. He’s already shown you more kindness than anyone ever has before.

“Sure, why not?” you say, your lips speaking automatically before you brain has a chance to catch up.

Eddie balls his hand into a fist and draws it close to his chest in victory. “Yes! I won’t let you down, (Y/N). Now, let’s get you home.”

The drive to your home is pleasant. Eddie does enough talking for the both of you and there’s never any empty silence. You find yourself laughing at all his jokes and enjoying his presence. He’s easy to talk to and easy to get along with.

“We are here! To your right, you can exit and enter the beautiful and historical home of (Y/N)! Thank you for riding aboard the Munson van!” Eddie announces in a loud voice, mimicking a tour guide.

You laugh and gather your bags from the back of the van. “Thanks for the ride, Munson. I’ll see you around,” you say reaching to open the door.

“Wait. Here, have this.” Eddie props himself up and reaches into the back of the van. He fishes his hand around in one of his shopping bags, his tongue poking out in concentration. “Ah, there it is! Here, I want you to have this.” He pulls out a rectangular box and hands it to you.

Puzzled you slowly take it from him and flip the box over, it’s the lava lamp you were looking at together in the store. “Didn’t you buy this for yourself?”

Eddie shrugs. “I want you to have it; a memory of the day we met and something to look at to remind you of me.”

“Thanks,” you say blushing as you exit the van, “for everything you’ve done for me today.”

“It’s no problem sweetheart. I’ll stop by tomorrow once I get your new tire situation sorted and we can discuss our first date,” he winks. “Stay safe, okay?”

You smile and nod. “I will.”

You watch his van pull out of your driveway and disappear down a different row of trailers. As soon as you enter your house, you set up your new lava lamp. Eddie was right, you will be thinking of him every time you see it from now on. The metalhead surely wasn’t what you thought he would be, in fact, he’s much better.

[thefreaksrunthisshow]

Fantasy

Summary: Joel can’t get enough of you and then you show up at his door one evening. Too bad he quickly realizes that this is a fantasy he can’t indulge in.

Pairing: dbf! Joel x Fem reader

Warning: 18+ Only, SMUT, Minors DNI!, No outbreak AU,  dad best friend Joel, dom Joel, age gap, fingering, masturbation, corruption kink, perv Joel makes another appearance, panty sniffing, some angst, if I missed anything let me know!

Word Count: 2,288

Part 1 of this series here (I’ve got at least one more part planned)

Masterlist

Frustration hovered over you like a storm cloud full to the brim of water. Dark clouds swarmed in your gut and you needed release. It was too bad the only thing able to quench your thirst was your dad's best friend — Joel Miller. Finding yourself falling for him was bittersweet like lemonade in a sickly twisted kind of way. It made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn’t get enough. Any sort of fling with him could only end badly and that knowledge only spurred you on.

The encounter with Joel had been on your mind all week. But too embarrassed to confront him you’d done your best to avoid him by leaving early for work and arriving home later. That’d done nothing to satiate the desire for him that kept growing. In fact, his absence only made the ache in between your legs worse and you’d screamed his name late at night too many times to count lately.

Now, he was done putting the new floor down in your living room and you wished he’d bent you over and fucked you roughly that day. He’d surely seemed to be enjoying himself, but then again, he hadn’t really touched you either. It was as if he was wrestling with his own desires and what he knew was right. Much like you had been doing for some time now, he was torn finding himself attracted to you.

—

Joel just couldn’t get enough of you no matter much he tried.

He was sure you’d been teasing him — taunting him — for years now with your fucking low-cut tops and shorts that showed the bottom of your ass cheeks poking through. He’d tried to keep his distance, but he couldn’t anymore. He wanted – no, he needed – to defile you. He had to absolutely ruin that pussy of yours. Walking without a limp the next day wouldn’t be possible once he was done with you. But that was the whole conundrum of it all. The fact of the matter was, he couldn’t have you no matter how much he wanted to. Having you meant ruining his relationship with his best friend. He wasn’t sure he was willing to take it that far yet, but he was tempted. Every day he felt himself being closer to saying to hell with it all and fucking you real good.

The addicting scent from your panties that he had stashed away, filled his nostrils. His face was buried in them while his hand furiously stroked his red and weeping cock. He had wanted to bend you over and take you right there in your dad's living room, your releases staining the subfloor as a permanent reminder of the twisted act you had committed together. A stain for the next home owners to find and wonder what had happened there when they decided to replace the floor. But then you had decided to test him and he was irritated that you had the audacity to disobey his orders. He was the one in control, not you. And he wanted to make sure you never forgot it.

His orgasm was fast approaching, he could feel it in his gut. It was so close that there was a screech on the tip of his tongue when his doorbell rang. His movements sped up and he stuffed the panties into his mouth to muffle his moans as he came all over himself. Panting and out of breath he tidied himself up and headed to the door hoping that the redness on his cheeks wasn’t noticeable and that the culprit was someone he could dismiss quickly. He was taken aback when he saw you standing there looking like a goddess in the glow of the streetlights.

“Hi, Mr. Miller,” you said in a squeak. “Can I come in?”

“Joel. Just Joel.”

“Fine, then. Joel, can I come in?” Fully prepared to bolt if he turned you away you rocked back and forth in your feet awaiting his response. Sure he would turn you down, you were a bit surprised at his reaction.

“Don’t know, honey… Can you?” he taunted, leaning up against the doorframe. “Why are you here anyway? It’s kinda late.”

“I’m an adult,” you huffed. “Plus it’s Friday night and I told my dad I’d be out with friends in the town over. Said I might even crash at their place.”

“And yet you’re here… with his best friend,” he said smugly, cocking his head to the side. “Lying to your dad now, eh? Naughty girl.”

“Shut it,” you huffed.

“Don’t,” he warned, his eyes darkening. “Watch yourself.”

Scared to fuck up and be sent away with your tail tucked between your legs, you apologized immediately. A sigh of relief was all you could muster when he accepted your apology but still, he didn’t let you inside. It was as if he were waiting for you to present him with something that would make his time spent with you worthwhile. Good thing you came prepared.

“May I come in now?” you offered, pulling a bottle of whiskey from behind your back.

“My favorite,” he noted, taking the bottle from you with a slight nod. “You didn’t answer my question. Why are you here, baby?”

You simply shrugged and walked past him, making yourself comfortable on the couch. “No, Sarah?”

He laughed and shook his head. After a few moments of mumbling and grumbling, you were able to discern enough to realize that Sarah was indeed not home. Turns out she was out of town with her long-term boyfriend on vacation. There would be no surprise appearances from her tonight. You suggested that you could watch a movie, and though rather hesitant Joel finally agreed. “Two glasses of whiskey coming up, but I’m picking the movie,” he insisted.

Settled down on the couch with Joel’s pick of a movie playing in the background, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, sipping on your whiskey. He’d picked a cheesy 80s horror film, one that really dated him but was bearable to watch at least. By the time the first victim had succumbed to the killer in the film, you were inching closer to him. One big jump scare later and you were cozied up next to him, your head buried into his shoulder and your legs intertwined with his. Your breath tickled his neck and he chuckled when you jumped, your body pressed impossibly close to his for comfort.

It was as if his body was made for yours the way the two of you leaned into each other. You felt safe with Joel, you knew that although he could be quite harsh, he’d never take things too far. Attentiveness was one of his strong points. He’d take care of you, however he saw fit but always keep an eye on you to ensure you were okay. You were perfectly fine with that. In fact, it made you giddy to see what he could get away with doing to you before you crumbled.

Soon enough, your hand found its way to his thigh, drawing circles there. His erection was an obvious bulge in his pants and you palmed it lightly a few times. He did nothing to stop you though you felt him tense up and let out a low groan at your touch. You squeezed it gently and felt it twitch in response to your attention.

“You ever touched one before?” he asked suddenly. The question threw you off guard and you stuttered out a response.

“N – Not really.”

“Only that fake one of yours, huh?” he teased, not taking his eyes off the movie.

“I have just not very much… Wait, how did you know about that?” You were stunned to hear such a suggestion come from Joel. There was no way he could have known about your secret special toy hidden away in your bathroom.

“I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, honey,” he replied smoothly, shooting the rest of his whiskey back in one motion.

Silence followed his statement as you thought his words over. He’d definitely been in your room there’s no way he would have said such a thing otherwise. “Have you been snooping around in my room?” you whispered.

“What if I have? What’re gonna do about it, sweet thing?”

The thought of him in your room was enough to have your heart hammering in your chest. It was wrong — but it really got you going and you could feel the slickness that had been steadily gathering in your panties flowing faster. Just as you were considering excusing yourself to the bathroom to clean up the mess, he spoke again.

“Just an assumption, honey. Figured you probably had something hidden away. Most of us do.”

“You got something hidden for… Uh… you know?” you asked very hesitantly. It was odd to ask him such a question, but you really wanted to know.

“That I do,” he chuckled, thinking back to your pair of panties he’d just been using to get himself off with.

“What –” you started before he cut you off.

“Let’s just watch the movie, darlin’.”

—

Joel was having a hard time keeping himself together as the movie played in the background. The contact with your body pushed flushed against him made him feel like he might cum in his pants like a goddamn teenager. It was embarrassing, but it was also invigorating. It had been ages since he’d felt this young. You were certainly doing things to him that he had no control over and that was a bad thing. He’d always had very good self-control but with every second spent with you he could feel it all slip away into nothingness. How long could he keep this up before the beast inside of him took over? Would you enjoy seeing him take control of you? 

Beside him, you shuddered and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you. Were you scared? Were you cold? He reached behind him and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, incasing you both in the warm wool. Fuck, if he were a teen right now he would have done the same thing to conceal the fact that his hand was inching closer up your thigh. Why did he have to hide? Between sneaking around and suppressing his feelings he was about to lose it. He needed a trip to the hospital, maybe he could find some help there for all the ways you were affecting him. It was like a sickness seeping through to his very soul.

“Joel?”

“Mhmm?” His hand had reached the hem of your skirt now and his fingertips were ghosting under it.

“Can we talk about the other day?” His hand paused on your thigh, then he resumed his exploration, creeping up a bit more until he was so close to your cunt you could scream. The anticipation was killing you.

“No,” he said sternly, his eyes darkening.

“But –”

“I said no,” he repeated. Typical Joel.

The movie was nearing the end when you felt Joel finally push your panties to the side. You sucked in a deep breath at the contact of his calloused fingers on your clit. Even though he was barely grazing through your folds, it was enough to have you trembling under his touch. He circled around your clit and you gasped as your cunt clenched around absolutely nothing. It was a bit embarrassing how fast you were approaching your climax. He’d barely touched you yet.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he inched one finger into your hole followed by another. Shaking you grabbed onto him and buried your face into his neck. “So fucking tight… You close already?”

Unable to speak you let out a breathy sigh and a nod in response. Your cheeks burned. You had been fingered before, but not like this. Joel had way more experience than anyone you’d been with previously and it showed. He was already reading your body like a book.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, finding that perfect spot inside that set-off fireworks behind your shut eyes. “Cum for me,” he commanded.

You screeched as he started pumping his fingers into you relentlessly. It felt so good but there was also an odd sting to it that you ignored. You were close, so fucking close and then his phone rang ending your bliss abruptly. Joel slowed his movements and leaned over to grab it. With wide eyes, he held up the phone so you could see the contact name. It was your dad.

“Be quiet,” he commanded before answering the phone. “Yeah?” He knew he sounded a bit out of breath, but he did his best to keep it steady. He talked on the phone for a few minutes. Well, he mostly listened as your dad rambled. Eventually, he made up an excuse that he was tired and would call him back tomorrow. He ended the call with an aggravated sigh.

“What did he want?” you asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugged. “But, I think you should leave,” he said sternly, wiping his fingers on the blanket. Talk about grand intervention. Your dad just had to call right now, didn’t he? He was about to bring you to the edge and help you through it, but then reality crashed around him. This couldn’t happen. It was barely legal, right? It definitely was wrong by any normal moral standard. This wasn’t something he could indulge in. It needed to remain just that — a fantasy. “Go. You don’t need to be here. I’m – this is trouble. We can’t do this.”

You sat in silence and cried the whole drive home.

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Richie working at Beanies, Max is a regular. Occasionally Richie brings Max coffee at school or before games. Idk.

Barista Boy

Max Jagerman x Richie Lipschitz

Genre: Fluff, confessions, first kiss

A/N: I had a great time writing this… I might make it a long fic on my ao3 if there’s enough interest 🫣 Anyway, enjoy!

Richie knew exactly how he ended up as the personal barista of the biggest bully in Hatchfield High. The inability to say no combined with his huge fucking crush on the guy made it virtually impossible for him to avoid it.

Coffee was far from his passion. No, that belonged to the worlds he was able to slip into when watching anime or playing his favorite video games, but Beanies wasn’t a terrible place to work in retrospect. Sure, the customers could be assholes, but that was bound to happen anywhere he worked dealing with the dreaded public. The coffee smell did however make him sick quite often. It seeped into all his clothing, his hair, and his very being. He swore that no matter how much he scrubbed after his shifts there was still a faint scent of coffee. He was convinced the smell had burned itself into his nostrils and he would never escape it.

The scent made it even easier for his predator to find him. Had he not managed to evade Max a time or two he would have thought the jock had a tracking device planted on him. The way he was able to find him at any given moment was uncanny. So he submitted to bringing him coffee as a sort of peace deal.

“You know…” Max started his voice echoing in the empty locker room. He was a big tipsy, they’d just won the biggest game of the season against Clivesdale after all and he couldn’t say no to a few celebratory beers. He sipped the coffee from Richie, turning the cup over in his hands, his leg bouncing with the weight of what he wanted to say.

“Mhmm?” Richie questioned, his head tilted a bit in confusion. Max wasn’t usually one for having difficulties speaking, that was however very normal for himself. Sometimes his mouth moved faster than his brain worked and his words got all jumbled around.

“I absolutely fucking hate coffee,” Max finally whispered.

The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air. If he hated coffee why did he demand such a task from Richie?

Oh… could it be because… surely not?

Richie sucked in a sharp breath, his cheeks on fire as he looked away. Focusing on the nighthawk painted on the wall he began to count backward from ten before he glanced back over at Max, hoping that his flush was less visible now.

“Why?” he simply asked.

“To see you.”

“Me?” Richie asked dumbfounded. Surely he wasn’t hearing things correctly.

Max nodded, throwing the cup of coffee across the room. It landed in the trash can with a soft thud and silence for what felt like an eternity followed. Sobered up by the coffee he scooted closer to Richie on the bench who tensed up as their shoulders collided awkwardly.

Richie mumbled something that Max couldn’t make out, breaking the silence. With a bit of prodding he spoke again, this time a bit louder. “What game are you playing?”

“No game,” he shrugged and Richie relaxed his tense shoulders just a bit.

“I — I should be going,” Richie stuttered. Stumbling to his feet he attempted to run but Max was faster and he found himself pinned against the wall. Knowing a beating was coming he scrunched up his nose and closed his eyes, but it never came. Instead of a fist meeting his face, he felt something featherlight, hesitant, and a bit wet on his cheek for just a moment. His eyes flew open just in time to see Max pulling away from him, a furious red blush on his cheeks.

His eyes cascaded down, hovering over his lips and then up to his eyes. Terror couldn’t even describe his emotions as he found Max slowly moving back towards him, with a hunger in his eyes that he’d never quite experienced in real life before.

Their lips met. Soft, gentle, hesitant of the other.

Just as they were closing in for another kiss they heard loud footsteps coming their way. Panic settled across their faces as they jumped apart just in time for Jason and Kyle to stumble in.

“See ya, nerd,” Max chuckled with a sly wink and joined his friends.

Richie sat in the locker room alone for at least an hour, his lips raw from his constant rubbing trying to process what the fuck had just happened and whether it was nothing more than a dream.

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Tag, You’re Out Sweetheart

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers, Fluff

Warnings: Suggestive themes!

Word count: 1,383

Summary: Laser Tag with your best friend, Eddie Munson, isn’t out of the norm but tonight Eddie makes a play that you weren’t expecting, and your friendship soon teeters on the brink of turning into something more.

Masterlist

Bright red pulsing lights emitting from your vest and the pause of the laser gun firing in your hands makes you groan. Your team is down 20 to 25 and will be a close match. With the round nearing its close and the limited time left on the clock, your team needs to get it together if you have a chance at winning. 

Though you are a newbie to laser tag, it quickly became your new favorite way to spend time with your best friend, Eddie. Both of you love the adrenaline rush of the game and also the friendly competition it provides. Because of this you always split up, choosing to play on opposing teams. The winner gets nothing more than bragging rights and though that isn’t much to some people, Eddie really annoys you with how slyly he can slip in slight jabs in a friendly way. So far, your team hasn't won a match yet, and you are determined to change that today. 

You sprint back over to spawn and press the reset button using the few seconds of immunity the reset gives you to dart out and kneel behind a stack of wooden crates. Peering out, you see an opening and take off into the first building, your gun at the ready. 

Sneaking and weaving throughout the building you take down three unsuspecting opposite team members. A hand wraps around your waist as you begin to trek through the series of connected structures. You let out a little screech that is drowned out by the loud music blaring through the arena as you are pulled behind the mock store counter. Your head spins from the sudden motion and you find yourself sitting on the floor, somehow you managed to keep a hold of the gun in your hands. 

“Eddie! What the fuck?” you whisper trying not to give away your position. 

Eddie doesn’t respond, instead, he kisses you hard. You gasp and try to pull back, but his hand finds the back of your head and he gently leads you back into the kiss. Succumbing to his lead, you stop trying to pull back and kiss him back. His hand entangles itself into your hair and you lean into his body. Every bit of you fights the urge to moan with each second your lips are interlocked. 

Eddie finally pulls away from you with a smirk. He leans down and his lips brush your ear. “Tag. You’re out, sweetheart.”

Dazed, you stare at him with wide eyes and glance down at your vest. Sure enough, he’s got his gun pointed straight at you, his finger resting on the trigger. Your vest is flashing red and all you can do is stare at him and try to utter a response, but no words will come out of your mouth.

“Better go respawn,” he chuckles and pecks you on your lips again before standing and sprinting off to find his next target. 

You sit grounded in your position as several emotions run through your brain all at once. Firstly, you are angry beyond words, what kind of play was that? Secondly, you want revenge. If Eddie is going to play dirty, then so are you. Lastly, what just happened has greatly turned you on, as indicated by how tightly you are squeezing your thighs together. You know you shouldn’t be reacting this way to a stupid kiss. After all, Eddie is your best friend and you’ve never seen him as anything more than that, but that kiss has you second-guessing everything. 

Have you always had feelings for him that went above and beyond that of best friends? You shake your head at the thought. There’s no way… is there? Of course not, you’re being silly as always and overthinking. It was just a dumb kiss, a tactic to distract you and get you out. Eddie was just using his best weapon at his disposal, his flirty demeanor, and it worked. You played right into his trap. 

But could you possibly like him? When did these stupid, ridiculous feelings even start? Were they always present or did that kiss just give you a glimpse into how things could be? Could you two ever be more than best friends? Something inside of you wishes you could – and maybe you should. That kiss was unlike any other you’ve had before, enlightening something inside of you to allow you to see the truth. 

You’ve been crushing on Eddie for a while, always ignoring the feelings and deciding they were normal things someone could feel for their best friend. You see now how wrong you have been. But does he feel that same way? Did he play you or did he take a risk and decide to kiss you and pretend it was all his plan to get you out? You’ve never known Eddie as someone to plan ahead, he’s always been one to do things on a whim. You have to know if he felt what you felt with that kiss or not.

The buzzer signals the end of the round, and it sounds throughout the area and bringing you back to the present. Stumbling to your feet you push your racing thoughts aside and head back to the main area to meet back up with your team. Though your team lost this round, you don’t care. While your team discusses strategy on how to win the next round you formulate your own plan to get revenge on Eddie. 

When the round begins you take off to hide in an alcove and wait, keeping your eyes peeled for Eddie. From your hiding place, you are virtually invisible on all sides in the dark, but you have a great vantage point to see people running by you. Eventually, you spot him heading your way and draw in a deep breath. It’s now or never. 

You grab him by the waist just as he is running by and push him up against the wall of the hidden alcove. You know Eddie is much stronger than you and he could push you off of him, but he doesn’t. Instead, his finger finds itself into a belt loop on your pants and he pulls you even closer. The plans that were running through your head to get revenge on him have all been tossed out the window now as you both begin grinding on each other subconsciously.

“Thought you could one-up me, huh babe?” Eddie chuckles. His brown eyes dart down to your still-swollen lips from your kiss earlier. “Couldn’t get me off your mind, could you?” he asks, playfully tilting his head to the side and smirking. “What –”

You don’t give him a chance to keep talking, shutting him up with a rough kiss and sucking on his bottom lip as you pull away.

“How about we dip?” you suggest, silently hoping that he is craving you as much as you are him.

“Are you suggesting we leave our teammates hanging and run off together?” Eddie jokes. “I’m in! Let’s blow this popsicle stand, love.”

Hand-in-hand the two of you slip off together, shedding your vests and discarding your laser guns before sprinting to Eddie’s van, giggling the whole way. Only once the two of you are in the back of his van, legs intertwined, and comfortably laying among the various pillows and blankets do you ask him why he decided to kiss you in the first place.

“I just wanted to give you a scare and tag you. But I guess my feelings got the best of me at the moment,” Eddie shrugs. “I’ve liked you for years,” he finally admits.

“I- I think I’ve liked you for a while too, Eddie. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

“So, I’ve successfully corrupted you!” Eddie laughs, nudging you with his elbow.

“Not quite yet,” you smirk. 

“And, just what do you have in mind?” Eddie raises an eyebrow at you.

“I think you know exactly what I’m getting at. Don’t play dumb, Munson!”

Eddie rolls over on top of you, propping himself up on his elbows. His chocolate eyes search yours for any warnings to stop but he doesn’t find any.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m going to totally defile you tonight and make you all mine.”  

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Keep Dreaming, Munson!

Genre: Mostly fluff but does contain suggestive content so 18+ Only Please!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gender-Neutral Reader

Warnings: A bit of peeping tom/perv Eddie, sexually suggestive content, a bit of sub-Eddie vibes

Summary: Running late to your visit with your parents you decide to hop in the shower with Eddie to save some time.

Masterlist

A/N: There will most likely be a part two to this!

Silently, you creep into the bathroom and close the door behind you before quickly pulling back the shower curtain and scaring the man who was previously humming a tune. 

“Babe! You scared the shit out of me!” Eddie exclaims, jumping from your sudden appearance as soapy suds drip down from his hair into his face. 

“Sorry,” you sleepily mumble as you kiss him, take off your clothing, and hop in the shower. “I overslept. I figured I’d just hop in the shower with you and save water and time. We’re already running late.”

“Mhmm, I’m sure that’s all you had in mind,” he tuts, leaning back into the stream of water and rinsing the suds out of his hair. “Lucky for you, I’m all finished now.”

“Aw, come on Eds. Can’t you just stay here with me for a little while?”

“Fine, I suppose I can hang around in the shower with you for a few minutes,” he says rolling his eyes playfully. He draws you in close for an embrace under the showerhead, the water cascading over you both as he kisses you deeply before switching positions, allowing you to be more in the water path. “Turn around sweetheart and I’ll wash your back.”

“Just want to look at my ass, huh?”

“Guilty as charged,” Eddie replies with a smirk. “But I do also enjoy caring for my baby.”

Eddie grabs the body wash, squirts some onto a washcloth and proceeds to wash your back. It’s so relaxing your eyes start to flutter shut and you stumble a bit as your tiredness begins to take over. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me now!” Eddie laughs. “There all done! I’ll leave you to finish washing up, now.” 

With a quick kiss on your forehead, Eddie exits the shower. Sighing you close your eyes and begin to lather some shampoo in your hair, humming your favorite song to pass the time. You lean back into the water stream after thoroughly massaging your scalp to rinse the bubbles, opening your eyes to ensure all the suds are gone. The sight that meets your eyes makes you almost fall over from laughing.

Eddie is in between the fabric shower curtain and the plastic liner, staring at you with a twinkle in his eyes and his usual charismatic smile. “Eddie! You perv!” you giggle. “What are you doing?”

“Just looking at my smoking hot partner, baby. God damn you are stunning!” Eddie whistles causing you to blush.

“Well, too bad I’m all done in here so your show is over now,” you tease, turning off the water and wrapping your towel around you.

Eddie sticks his lower lip out and pouts like a toddler, his arms crossed. “Oh, come on! I was enjoying the show!”

“You can participate in the show when we get back if you’re a good boy,” you taunt with a smile and a wink.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines. “You can’t talk to me like that and expect me to be okay! I need you now.”

“Sorry, Eds. You gotta wait until we get back. We should have left five minutes ago,” you say over your shoulder as Eddie follows you back to your shared bedroom right on your heels like a lost puppy. 

“Ugh, fine.”

“Are you going to be a good boy for me while we visit my parents?” you ask, seductively trailing a finger down his chest before throwing the outfit you picked out for him to wear as you start to shove yours on.

“Yes, fuck, (Y/N). Imma be the best boy ever for you,” he declares, quickly getting dressed but having some trouble with his pants due to his growing erection.

“Good. All ready? We need to leave now.”

Eddie nods and wraps you in an embrace, giving you a deep yet gentle kiss on the lips. “I can’t wait to get back home. I can already imagine what you’ve got planned for me, sweetheart.”

“Keep dreaming, Munson!” you chuckle. “You have no idea what I’ve got in store for you later.”

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Masterlist

Eddie Munson

One-shots 

Eddie the Bitch (NSFW, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Eddie x Fem Reader)

Pretend Boyfriend (SFW, Fluff, Eddie x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Keep Dreaming Munson!

Part 1 (SFW, mostly fluff!, Suggestive Themes)

Eddie’s Goddess (NSFW, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Eddie x Fem Reader)

Tag, You’re Out Sweetheart (SFW, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Suggestive Themes)

Darling, It’s a Winter Wonderland (Friends to Lovers, Eddie Munson x Reader, Mature rating!)

Joel Miller

Dbf! Mini Series

Part 1 

Part 2

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I Promise

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson (Steddie)

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Warnings: Trauma, PTSD, Flashbacks, Cursing, Reliving Near Death Experiences, Nightmares, Confusing reality with past events, Some pretty heavy stuff so DNI if that triggers you!

Summary: The Upside Down almost killed Eddie, but he survived, and he's been unconscious for one year now. Upon reawakening, he discovers Steve has been by his side the whole time waiting for him. Even as Eddie reveals his secrets of experiencing nightmares and PTSD from the events, Steve stays by his side and continues to support him.

Word count: 3,142

Masterlist

Eddie opens his eyes his vision fuzzy for a moment before it finally comes into focus several rather hard blinks later. He glances down at his body to see he is lying in a hospital bed with lots of wires attached to various points of his body.

“It’s about time you woke up,” a gentle voice to his left says. Feeling a light squeeze on his left-hand Eddie glances down to see that a hand is intertwined with his. Following the arm up to find its owner, he lets out a small gasp, which quickly turns into a pained smile as he recognizes the hand’s owner.

“Steve?” Eddie asks, his eyes trailing to his head and then to the window behind him. “This isn’t Hawkins,” he mumbles at the sight of a bustling city with neatly planted trees along the sidewalks, and roads full of backed-up traffic.

“Good eye,” Steve jokes, letting out a soft chuckle, his thumb drawing soft circles on the back of Eddie’s hand. “We aren’t in Hawkins anymore, Ed. Well, actually Hawkins kind of – doesn’t exist – anymore.”

Eddie attempts to sit up but realizes he can’t. “What’s this about?” he asks, wiggling his right arm which happens to be handcuffed to the rail of the bed.

“Oh, that,” Steve glances down at the handcuff and gives Eddie a sheepish grin. “It’s a safety measure.”

“Am I going to jail? I – I thought we could find a way to clear my name, Steve! You know I didn’t kill anyone!” Eddie’s heart pounds and he felt like he might throw up as he begins trying to free himself from Steve’s grip on his hand and from the handcuffs as well. “Come on man! Let me go! I gotta get out of here before they come for me and haul me off! Steve, please!” Eddie pleads.

“Ed! Eddie! Relax!” Steve exclaims, holding down Eddie by his shoulders being careful to not put too much force on him in his current frail state. “You’ve been cleared of all charges.”

“I – What?” Eddie’s heart rate begins to slow down, and he stops trying to fight back. Slumping onto the bed again his eyes find Steve’s. “So, what’s the deal with this then?” he questions pulling his right arm so that the handcuffs hit the metal bed rail with a clink.

“When we went back for you something weird happened, Ed. Y- You were dead, but you also weren’t dead, somehow a part of you was still clinging to life. So, we rushed you to the nearest hospital outside of Hawkins, this one in fact. We didn’t give them a name or anything but soon enough it came out that you were suspected of murder. The police came but the hospital’s policy said they couldn’t release you because you were in a coma and needed treatment still. That bought us some time.” Steve sighs. “Long story short, the Upside Down revealed itself in Hawkins, caused mayhem, and in the process, it proved you were innocent. After all, you couldn’t murder people when you were in a coma, right? We managed to evacuate the whole town and seal off all the gates, but in the process, Hawkins was destroyed.”

“Okay. But you still haven’t answered my handcuff question, Harrington.”

“Well,” Steve pauses, “we’ve never dealt with anyone coming back from the dead before, not like this anyway. We wanted to be sure you weren’t going to come back as a zombie or some shit.”

Eddie can’t help it; he starts laughing uncontrollably tears streaming down his face as he pulls a stitch in his side. “I’m going to eat your brain for assuming such a thing, Steve!” He begins rambling “Brains! Brains! Give me your brains! I must eat!” and snarls like an animal. The act has Steve hunched over with laughter.

“Eddie! God! Cut it out, man!” Steve chuckles, lightly slapping Eddie on the arm with a light pink blush settled across his cheeks.

“Let’s buzz the nurse, they will want to know you’re awake and I’m sure they have a lot of tests to run to ensure you are all good so they can remove that nice new accessory on your wrist.”

~~~

Eddie soon discovers that he’s been unconscious for a whole year and a lot of shit went down during that time. Steve does his best to inform him of details whenever they arise instead of just pumping him full of new information all at once and overloading him. Plus, it’s better he doesn’t know all the details about some things anyway. Eddie appreciates how gentle and calm Steve is with answering all his questions and filling him in on the information he needs to know. 

Uncle Wayne, Nancy, Robin, and all the kids come to visit Eddie in the hospital as often as they are able. Wayne keeps asking Eddie if he’s going to move into their nice new place down the street courtesy of the government to cover up all the stuff that went down in Hawkins but Eddie’s not so sure he wants to. Steve has asked him to live with him at his apartment while he continues to recover and the thought of that makes his heartbeat just a bit faster and brings a warm glow to his cheeks. He’s sure Steve has noticed, but he doesn’t mind; Eddie likes to wear his heart on his sleeve, a near death experience can do that to someone.

Through chats with his Uncle Wayne, Eddie discovers that Steve has scarcely left his side the whole year and had stayed countless nights in the hospital pleading with Eddie’s lifeless body to wake up. Wayne tells him that he doesn’t know this Steve guy, but Eddie better not fuck up whatever is going on between them because he seems like a keeper. Eddie smiles and agrees that Steve is one in a million and he promises to hold onto him and treat him right.

As Eddie begins rehab, Steve continues to stay by his side, arranging his work schedule around Eddie’s rehab schedule so he can be present for all of Eddie’s milestones. He’s there while Eddie relearns many of the fundamental things he once took for granted. Steve never stops cheering him on and showing him that he is there for him and that he believes in him.Three months of rehab later, Eddie is cleared to be discharged from the hospital. He must admit that he’s rather nervous to see how much the world has changed in the year he’s been gone but he’s also excited. It’s like he’s been reborn; he’s been given a second chance. 

Due to his bravery and his sacrifice Eddie was given an honorary high school diploma. While part of him wishes he could have had one more chance to graduate on his own, he would never dare turn down the generosity. Who knows how many more years it would have taken him to get his shit together enough to graduate on his own? He cringes at that thought; he’s ready to put his past behind him and start new. Well, almost all his past anyway. Eddie refuses to let go of his newfound family in Steve, Robin, Nancy, and of course, the kids as well. Most of the rest of the shit he’s been through, specifically concerning that place (he refuses to say the name of it anymore and those closest to him respect his wishes and do not dredge up the past), he’d rather forget, and he does his best to do so. But sometimes, the trauma slips up on him when he’s alone and he has hope that it will ease with more time.

“So, you get to leave tomorrow son. What are your plans? My place is always welcome to you, you know,” Wayne says as he sits down on the edge of the hospital bed beside Eddie.

“I know,” Eddie sighs. “I think I’m going to move in with Steve. He’s asked several times and I know he will be more able to help care for me right now.”

Wayne puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and pats him gently. “Nice choice, Ed. Call me if you ever need anything and I’ll be there, I swear. Don’t forget about your uncle.” 

“I’ll do one better than just call; I’ll be sure to visit often.” Eddie wraps his arms around Wayne’s neck, pulling him in for a hug.

They say their goodbyes for the time being while Steve slips into the room, his eyes darting back and forth between the two as he takes a seat in the corner, his leg bouncing uncontrollably. He quickly becomes consumed by his own thoughts as he daydreams about the impossible circumstance which is Eddie moving in with him.

“Why are you looking at me like that, big boy?” Eddie teases.

Steve snaps back to reality and realizes he had been staring at Eddie’s lips. Rolling his eyes and playing it cool Steve offers little insight into what he was thinking. “You gonna move in with him tomorrow I assume?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I’m coming home with you babe.”

Babe? Steve blushes at Eddie calling him that and he lets out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “Really?”

“Of course.”

Steve smiles wide and before he knows it, he’s jumped to his feet and subconsciously made his way over to the hospital bed, he knows what he wants to do but he doesn’t know if he has the courage. Eddie is a bit taken aback by his actions and props himself up on his pillows.

“Scoot over, Ed.”

Eddie swallows hard and does as Steve says, sliding over in the small hospital bed to make room for Steve who climbs in next to him. Steve gently lifts Eddie’s head and places his arm under it before pulling Eddie close enough that his head is lying on his chest, their legs intertwined. Using his other hand, Steve rubs small circles on Eddie’s back as he relaxes into his touch and snuggles closer.

“I am so glad you didn’t die, Ed. I – I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Steve mumbles into Eddie’s hair.

Looking up at Steve with his big chocolate eyes Eddie smiles. “That makes two of us.”

~~~

A week later Steve and Eddie are still tiptoeing around the events that occurred in the hospital bed the day before Eddie’s release. Both boys feigning innocence when Wayne returned the next morning to help with Eddie’s discharge and found them fast asleep in each other’s arms. Wayne doesn’t know why they won’t both accept their feelings and make things official, but they’ve both been through some shit, perhaps they just need more time.

Eddie has since moved in with Steve into his small two-bedroom apartment. Much to Eddie’s surprise, Steve had been fixing up the spare room for him for a while, outfitting it with some posters of his favorite bands, some D&D figures, a few new dice sets, and various other items that reminded him of Eddie. Everything stuck to one color scheme: red and black. Not having the heart in him to tell him that his favorite color isn’t actually red since Steve put so much work into it, Eddie decides that red is indeed his new favorite color and embraces it. Between Wayne bringing over his guitar and other personal items, the apartment has started to really feel like home.

The night that Eddie moved in Steve told him that he had kept the denim vest he had given him to wear that night and after digging around in his closet he pulls it out from where he had it stored in a keepsake bag to keep it in pristine condition. Eddie had almost attacked him with kisses and dropped to his knees right then and asked him to marry him, feigning his kneel to tie one of his shoelaces, which of course wasn’t untied in the slightest. Eddie noticed the deep red blush settling across Steve’s face and he mentally made note of the image to tuck it away for later.

Though life is looking up for Eddie, he still struggles with PTSD concerning his near-death experience. For a while, he is able to hide his outbursts in the middle of the night from Steve but one night proves all too much and he finds himself outside of Steve’s bedroom door at 3 am. A particularly severe nightmare had woken him tonight and he knows he can’t be alone. Everything in his body is telling him to run away, to pretend that everything is okay and that he is recovering, but Eddie is tired of running from both his past and his feelings toward Steve. His arm hovers in midair as he contemplates knocking on Steve’s door before the ‘fuck it’ runs through his mind and instead he yanks the door open and waltzes in like he owns the place. He’s been in Steve’s room plenty of times before but tonight feels different.

Steve is still peacefully asleep with a string of drool running out the side of his mouth. Eddie smiles at how cute he looks sleeping there for a moment before a flashback begins to violently ripple through him. Dropping to the ground as the demon bats begin to tear into his skin repeatedly, he bites down on his hand, tasting the blood as it begins to trickle out. This is the first time he’s experienced something like this while awake though the memories often plague his dreams. He tries his best to stifle his screams so he doesn’t wake Steve, but he soon realizes the pain is too much and it overcomes him.

Eddie lets out an ear-piercing scream followed by several strings of curses as he writhes in pain on the floor trying to escape from his imaginary attackers. Though he knows what he is experiencing isn’t real, it doesn’t help ease the pain in the slightest. His grip on reality continues to fade by the second as he continues to slip deeper into his mind, reliving the events that almost took his life.

The shrieks of Eddie stir Steve from his slumber; he jumps to his feet and runs over to him, kneeling and placing a gentle hand on him to try and get Eddie to stop convulsing around on the floor but it’s no use. Eddie’s eyes are unfocused, and he’s clearly not present at the given moment. Steve’s not exactly sure what is happening, but he knows something is really wrong.

“ED! WHAT’S GOING ON?” Steve frantically screams, straddling Eddie to keep him still so he doesn’t hurt himself with all his thrashing. “Please, Ed! Please be okay!” he pleads, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

As suddenly as it started, Eddie soon ceases his movement and his eyes slowly come back into focus, blinking as they find Steve on top of him, his wide eyes staring down in a mix of concern and shock with tears streaming down his face.

“Eds! Are you okay? Can you hear me?” Steve says gently, climbing off Eddie to sit next to him on the floor. He reaches out a hand to push his curls out of his face.

“I’m about as far from okay as I can be,” Eddie mummers as the tears begin to fall. He pulls his knees to his chest and curls up into a ball on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

The moment Steve picks Eddie up and puts him in his lap, he doesn't think twice about it. Keeping Eddie close to his chest, he gently plays with his hair as he snuggles into the crook of his neck. Steve whispers reassuring words into Eddie's ear, kissing his hair lightly as he rocks back and forth a bit. “You can talk to me about it, you know that Ed,” Steve says gently.

Eddie nods knowingly; he isn't sure if his words will come out, but he is damn sure he will try to tell Steve what he has been going through. In tears, he recounts the details of the night and how he just relived the worst experience of his life, then he reveals what he's been hiding from Steve. Continuing to spill his guts, he tells Steve about his nightmares, flashbacks, and how his memories have begun to bleed into his everyday life. In the meantime, Steve pays attention closely to Eddie, giving him his full attention. It's not anger he feels, but an intense desire to protect his loved one that he feels as he stares into those chocolate button eyes, losing himself in the moment of their intimate closeness as Eddie’s secrets are finally revealed.

While barely uttering a word, Steve carries Eddie to his bed and tucks him in, giving him a glass of water from his nightstand to sip as he sits on the bed beside him. Choking on the water but forcing it down to provide some relief to his sandpaper-like throat, Eddie chugs the whole glass.

“You’ve been having nightmares this whole time?”

Eddie nods.

“Why didn’t you come to me before?”

“I didn’t wanna bother you,” Eddie shrugs.

“Honey, you are never a bother to me. You are always welcome to sleep with me in my bed.” Facepalming as he thinks about his last words, Steve pauses, his face turning a deep shade of red. “Shit, I – I didn’t mean it like that. I meant if you ever need to, ya know, not be alone at night – Fuck. That doesn’t sound any better does it?”

Eddie starts laughing uncontrollably; he just can’t help it. “Come on, baby. I think you wouldn’t mind that either,” he winks with a shit-eating grin on his face as his usual joker personality slowly begins to return to him as the after shock of his episode fades.

“I – Eddie!” Steve playfully slaps his arm and rolls his eyes.

“Come on Stevie. We both know there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping alone tonight.” Patting the edge of the bed, Eddie scoots over to make room for Steve who quickly jumps in beside him.

As Steve takes Eddie into his arms and stares into his warm brown eyes, he whispers in Eddie's ear, "You won't ever have to sleep alone again." Darting his gaze down, he leans forward and takes a deep breath before capturing Eddie's lips. His lips part slightly as Eddie gasps into his mouth, relaxing and deepening the kiss.

While blinking hard, they pull back from the kiss, analyzing the other's expression. Neither of them is surprised to see that the other's face is written only with love and compassion. They realized at that moment they had wasted a lot of time tiptoeing around their feelings.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, Ashley Munson (OC; Eddie's older sister), Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Fix-It, Protective Younger Brother Eddie Munson, Younger Brother Eddie Munson, Sad to begin with, but has a happy ending, Original Character(s), POV Original Character, POV Original Female Character

Chapter summary: Dustin discovers that Eddie has a sister and he calls a meeting because he wants to tell her the truth about Eddie's death. The group is hesitant to agree until Max speaks up but they finally decide that she deserves to know.

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