#this fic was originally going to be eddie and reader kiss for the first time after his first real concert but im going to change it to be

[infitsovermisfits]

this really fun thing'll happen sometimes when I'm writing where I'll get inspired by a song I'm listening to. andi listen to it on repeat until that fic is finished and then I'm happy w it. can't wait to find motivation to finish (Don't Fear) The Reaper ((though I might end up changing the title because that's super dramatic for what the og fic contains ahahah))

[shlutnutt]

In honor of this account turning 3(???) here’s a threesome fic lol

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Pervy Desires

sum : past hookup; Eddie Munson, didn’t want to let you cum, so someone had to!

steve x eddie x reader threesome smut

w: bartender reader x steve/eddie customers, unprotected sex, spanking, lots of pp print, evbdy is a perv, tipsy intercourse, 2pp bj, name calling(soft & rough), soft dom steve x rough dom eddie x sub reader, humping, deep kissing, oral (mm receiving + f receiving), chatter box Eddie x quieter Steve, choking, orgasm denial, reader having a thing for hands? breast suckiling, cum dumping

The tatted one was a frequent, usually hanging with friends or simply strolling alone for a couple beers and drunken chats. Although not often upfront when it came to it, Eddie purely came in for you. So evident he knew you remembered those pretty hands of his from somewhere; always teasingly looping digits around his cups and bottles, rings clinking within every occasional sip of alcohol he’d savor. Fuck was he a sight to see.

He has flirted with you countless of times before, words you memorized strategically involved unsober confessions as to how he’d love to share you with his best friend. He was too wasted to filter himself so Munson went into explicit description as to how he would fuck you first, would then let his friend get a go, and how finally, they’d both dump their warmths into your mouth. Soft lips of his spurring drunken words that easily had you reminiscing each and every second you sighted, ravaged and soaked him in, system jolting to his presence.

You weren’t much of an angel either though, those hands and tatted arms were the principal of your returning shameful fantasies; the thought of how fitting his fingers would look decorating the hem of your neck right at that instant had you needy to pursue, how pretty would his darkened hair look coated in his earned sweat, he had you craving every ounce of him and he knew so too.

Many more pervy thoughts barged along when you looked to the left of him; there was Eddie’s friend, who you overheard named after Steve. His eyes looked so dangerously warm it made you quirm, already stiff as a board in those pretty worn jeans, perfectly hugging his long cock tight. You only imagined how he’d link his length inside you, wondering just how smooth he’d dance his hips along your own, to have the perfect feel of him fucking you just right. You weren’t sure what it was about him that had you feeling this way but fuck was he just the perfect add-on.

Heavy arms now raised high above his head in stretch, you noticed his shirt looked stylishly torn, crop going undetectable until now. His belly was toned well, pretty lines sculpting the track towards his bulge, you couldn’t contain but to catch a glimpse of the dark trail you hoped you’d see again tonight before he returned to his original stance. He stood now, shifting his hands onto his belt buckle, subconsciously toying around with the material he wore. You knew you’ve had enough, you needed one of them, you needed both.

“Sorry, I’ll get to you guys in a second-

-Hello, Munson boy.”

you bounced back and fourth between customers and acknowledged Eddie, breaking that loud hitch of silence between you two after your last sensual encounter, tone so flirty on the name you almost entirely threw yourself at him. Having you speak to him in that way he so actively remembered from your guys’ adventures immediately had him hooked soulessly. You caught the man drawing a hint of a smirk onto his face, eyes had become darker remembering easily just how to push you past your limit.

“hello, pretty..” he saluted back, hand playfully waving at you, eyes becoming prominent to the attention given.

“Bit crowded tonight, no?” you telepathically spoke to him.

“we’ll be here some time, no rush.” he continued. Eddie quickly found a way into replying to your perverted wishes, making sure you knew he’s in no plan of leaving until the bar emptied just the right amount for him to make you his. Voice grew dark along with his need for you, massive hands reaching into his pocket in search for his used up wallet. Already, eye-counting the number of people left in the way.

“Hello to you too, new guy.” you spoke to his friend now, kindly appreciating them both, making sure he wasn’t left out in the slightest. The nickname brought out a deep chuckle, almost offended that you didn’t just ask him his name.

“Ahh, new guy?” he tempted along with you, trapping your glance right along his,

“Just Steve, bartender lady.” he added amusingly, returning the quirky comedic relief. He made sure you pictured well how massive he looked as he hovered over you carefully, lips so eager to do more, Eddie admiring the play.

Although tempted, you sassily brushed the men off and found your way towards a customer seated towards the far end of the counter.

Steve felt content with the ghost of your presence you having him left with the image of you playfully rolling your dolly eyes at him. He loved the way you toyed around, fully adored how bratty you started with him, he quickly pictured the many ways he can get you to behave for him.

Steve and Eddie both stood and preyed on you while you picked up the leaving customer’s excessive tip, with that, a moist towel to wipe the counter down. You strolled around your area in search for a cleaning product, firm ass hidden away in the airy skirt you wore along with a white button down blouse as uniform, hair kept free.

The men blended in with the crowd and made their ways close to you once more, in hopes of occupying the best seats in the bar with little to no difficulty.

You further cleaned the surface down, spraying liquids onto the counter, the men going unnoticed. You were now almost dancing to the music played, slightly shaking your hips to the beat, gliding your hands left and right across the spot, pretty cleavage decorating your chest.

You caught Steve’s cocky grin along with Eddie’s steady glare, your eyes automatically stuck wandering off lower as they took advantage of the low angle you cleaned in, having their cocks appear far more prominent than necessary. The men both were larger and printed, almost as if they intentionally wore the tightest pants they had in their closets for you.

Tonight, you were sure those two together would cause some trouble, they had you feeling ways in which you couldn’t explain, like they reached into your head and twisted it in ways to fulfill their utmost desires. You were drenched and they haven’t even been in for ten minutes, how they technically flashed their cocks on your face had you sick of hiding it any longer.

“open for two?” voiced Munson, referring to the area you just wiped down, two bar-stools open and available right ahead of your busiest station. His eyes were piercing, attractive, they spoke to you more than his lips did. You accepted, shooting a smile before wiping your hands dry onto your tight blouse, ready for their requests. The men sat, warm toned lamps above each of their heads beautifully lighting them to frame.

“What can I serve you guys with?” you were quick to keep it all professional, avoiding the intense eye contact with the man that could undress you bare now.

“two beers, pretty.” He reached his hand up to view, having you with no choice but to acknowledge him again, single-handedly placing a large bill between his digits and passing it like he was intentionally modeling his ring-filled fingers for you. Taking the bill from his wider hand you noticed a knowing grin on his face to the look you shot him, same knowing look he used to shoot you when he used to tease the shit out of you back to when you two used to shared classes together.

It’d be easy to say that those casual little hookups you had with Eddie all over school grounds back in the day had you recognize him immediately, since the very first day he even stepped into your bar. Pure memories of those times Munson would choke you down onto those firm sleeping trees, bark so pale it’d be easy rip, anomalistically pounding into your cunt like his life depended on it, breathy grunts which’d have you begging him for more. Holding a leg up with an arm, as he’d push the rest of your weight up with his own, Eddie would have you coming repeatedly for him like it was all a game. And god did he love it.

It all came back though; that tightening sensation in the pit of your stomach as you watched him attentively speak with the one handsome companion lying beside him, lips smoothly sharing words you could easily picture as dirty.

You returned to them, lowering the freshly stocked beer bucket infront the men, both attentively observing how you removed each drink from the ice storage they cooled in, noticing how hypnotically their eyes toyed with your breasts.

The bar remained of only a couple of regulars who remained out of view in that large bar you worked at, them usually finding their ways out the door before the clock hit midnight.

“wanna show us around, princess?” interrupted Eddie, lips curving upwards to the flinch you gave when you felt his firm grip find a way towards your lower waist across the booth, so sneakingly holding your body as his. You knew exactly what he meant, of course you followed along,

“Only if I can get both.”

You leaned in and kissed him, warm lips tangling harshly with your own. Eddie groaned to the gesture, rapidly dragging your body across the counter to get it to wrap around his.

You whimpered for him, hands pulling onto the dark tank he wore. He listened and sat you onto the counter, backed away a second to remove the fabric, toned body creeping up to light, messy curls frantically going back to form onto the front of his face. You wanted him and you showed him well, but he quickly showed you he wanted you more.

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Eddie savagely tore that work skirt you wore, holding the fabric between thick-fingers tearing up to down, this exposing the pretty panties worn beneath them. He carried your weight downstairs to where the break room sat, he kicked away the tables intervening the couches, leaving the area open with just two long parallel couches. Munson then lightly pushed you down onto the sofa, him quickly fastening his way above you, both your hands held down in restraint with a single one of his, rough fingers looped around your wrists stiffly pressing down. He’s got you held down just exactly how he pictured and you loved every thought of that.

“..open your legs for me.” he was firm, voice altered in a way it came out as a demand but used with such praise it had you yearning for him more. Slow hands approached your chest, deep inhales following from the tease. You instantly gave in, lovingly separating your legs for him, wide enough to wrap around his toned back, cunt so tightly tucked away into the panties he’d yank off now if he wanted to. Dark breaths slipped Eddie’s as he felt his crotch gain a chance into pushing deeper into your clothed core, you allowed the tease you felt above your bud and hugged his body tighter, nails sharply decorating the skin.

Although lost in the feeling, you felt your eyes wander off onto Steve, dick rock hard just by watching how Eddie humped himself into you. Free hand toying around with your breasts, mouth tuning right onto your ear; Steve just wished it was him, he fucking wished he was the reason why your mouth remained wide open, thoughtless eyes so needy to be done just right, you watched as he throbbed to the sight. He was tall, shiny waves making him taller, his breath only hitched to the eye contact he dedicated with you. Eyes hadn’t parten yours not once, almost as if he was sending subliminal messages as to what he’d do to you next. He seemed a lot more distant than Eddie would’ve ever been but fuck he had a cock he so proudly wore.

Smiling at the man who twitched in his pants, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you began feeling Eddie’s strokes a lot deeper inside you now. How swiftly he replaced the coverage of your panties with the head of his cock had your focus right back onto him.

“you feel so fucking good” you praised in between moans to how firm he fucked your sensitive hole. Eddie was ecstatic above you, tattoos no nicely beginning to gain a smooth coverage from his sweat. Smirking in between wet strokes to how quickly he got you to regain his attention, eyes dark and in complete control over you, he fucked himself into you deeper.

“..isn’t this what you wanted?..” Eddie now continuously slammed his dick far inside you, you felt your legs weaken along with that familiar electricity rushing your veins. Cock tilting upwards to that spot you felt the most pleasure from, you savored the feeling of every inch of his bruising your cervix. Munson continued, “..for my cock to be buried so deep inside you I can’t fuck any further? mhm?” Sadistically, the man mocked your moans as you became a mess beneath him. He was thick, and knew how to use his gift well, thick heartfelt veins glued onto the underside of his cock, soft rounded tip hitting the sweetness of your pussy, you needed him to make you cum.

“…didn’t think we’d notice your pervy little self staring at our cocks all night?...” Eddie messily humped his cock into your warmth now, his eyes tightly shut soaking in every last bit of pleasure. “instead of doin’ her job, this slutty little brat..wanted to drool over two-” Eddie hissed, cutting himself off. ”warm hole..” His breath hitching high at the end of his degradation, teeth grit together as he soon became a grunting monster for you, hair an absolute pretty tangle mixing a nice blend along his reddening cheeks. Eddie grabbed you and held you in-front of him close, still ravishingly belting into your cunt, he lowered his thumb onto your sensitivity bud rubbing perfect-paced circles onto the skin. He stared close into your eyes as he sent you over the edge, fucking you with his thumb and his cock, he knew what he was doing.

“i’m.. i’m-gonna”

“gonna’ what, sweetheart? you gonna’ what?” he lengthened his whiny tone in his last spoken word, toying the shit out of your climax.

Munson made sure he pumped for every single drop of his cum onto your frustrated body first, for him to later on fulfill his desire of dumping his second cum into your mouth. Feeling that explosive feeling approach it’s way through you, weakening you completely as Eddie held your weight, you watched as he fucked into your cunt once more before dangerously pulling away and releasing all over your breasts and abdomen. As if it was his pity gift for denying your orgasm.

Pure disappointment was written all over your face, all towards the man who devilishly enjoyed every second of detaining your orgasm. You felt him openly humiliate how worked up he’s got you, jeans soon choking his cock once more as he headed over towards Steve.

“fuck you” you spit at Eddie. Over with his bullshit games and so sexually frustrated you’ll kill to have anyone finish the job he’s started. You watched as he simply just looked up to where you sat across him, intimidating eyes grew fierce, lips remained shut and serious.

Your knees locked beneath you to the way he took a single look at you and turned his eye back to Steve, he immediately after got up from his stance and slowly nodded to your disrespect, the way he looked right now could’ve easily made you cum if you weren’t so frustrated with him. Slow predatory walk approached, wet hair concealing away the brightest parts of his eyes. He reached a hand and pulled you in by your neck threatening;

“..I swear you I’ll make you the biggest slut you’ve never even thought yourself capable of being.” he spoke, jeans loose and belt adding to the ambience along with the both of your lost breaths. He kissed you once before finding seat right next to Steve again, this time legs sat wide, and his back sinked into the couch, like he was ready for a show. The show he was aching to witness.

“..Stevey here says he wants his cock warmed up” Eddie now taunted away at Steve who could pop away his zipper if he hardens just a bit more, his hairy chest creeping out the shirt he wore, lips parted exasperatingly open as his legs slightly twitched from self-restraint.

Steve quickly used his fingers to signal you to go over towards him, he smiled at how you sweetly wiped your face with an arm and crawled your way to him.

He reached for you, assisting in any way he could’ve to accommodate your nude self onto his clothed lap. He took a look at you, at how sexually frustrated you presented yourself to him. Almost immediately he began placing little kisses onto your forehead, then cheek forwarding to your neck. Your eyes were sealed shut to the pretty feeling now, he held you so nicely that you felt yourself embarrassingly dampening his blue jeans. You soon felt his pair of cold hands directing your mandible to a pair of lips you glided with gently, you desperately inhaling as much of him as you could. His mouth was almost admiring, he appreciated your skin with adoration, he was easily the perfect balance to Eddie.

“Can I kiss you?” purred Steve onto the nape of your neck, gently kissing onto the exposed skin, traces of saliva gifting view onto his now fluffier lips. He was so sweet towards you, cleaning away left tears and admiringly massaging your shoulders strolling down to your arms. Steve only brushed his lips against yours, slowly toying away every time you tried fully closing the gap.

“I need you to kiss me.” you almost begged for his lips to explore your own, for them to sweeten your mouth just how he showed you he was able to sweeten your body. Steve paused and suddenly carried your weight onto the wall that sat behind you all, he wanted to get you warmed up to himself with a different feel from the couch first.

Harrington held you up against the wall and gently lowered his head, kissing you, lips crashing together like waves in the ocean, his lips were soft against yours, but you needed more. You inhaled sharply, aggressively clinging onto his shirt, needing all of him as much as possible, for him to finally make you cum, for him to put an end to the torture that is his tease. Steve caught on and returned the kiss harder, this time your bottom lip was captured between his and he began pursuing his body closer to yours, hardness pressing onto your stomach. Steve enjoyed every second of having you teased to the bare point you’re pathetically begging him to take his turn fucking you. Having him know exactly what it is he needed to do to have you beg his touch, to do about just enough to you and your body that you’re left with no choice that you can’t avoid wanting him this badly. Steve only proceeded to rubbing himself onto you harder, faster and smoother, he was now bucking himself onto your body. Soon after, the kiss grew incompetent, his tongue now involved you automatically got ahold of him in that cotton-top he wore

“I need to taste you. Let me taste you.” Steve only grew hungrier for you, the hungrier you grew for him, his mouth becoming sloppier synchronized with your own rhythm from the thought of finally savoring your pussy. You eagerly nodded to the man’s request, Steve impulsively beginning his trail of warm kisses along the path between your cum-filled breasts, him repeating the act to return and beginning with licking strips of saliva onto the cuddly skin,

“put them in my mouth” he kneeled below you, having his head be in perfect alignment with your tits as you just lowered into his open mouth.

Steve ravilishly latched onto your skin, using his tongue to tease your nipples you watched how he massaged your breasts as if they were only his. He wanted his mouth attached to every body part of yours and he showed you so by taking one of your breasts into the mouth he used to suck, groaning to himself from the taste. Holding the remaining of the skin into his hand, attaching and detaching himself with ‘pop’ sounds, strings of saliva following his soft lips and the breasts he suckled, he was doing everything just right. Him doing this nonstop you notice he slowly led his head down to your needy cunt. Steve held one of your legs above his shoulder and returned to his height, holding your weight up in the air before digging his head further between your thighs. Gently, he inhaled the natural esoteric scent you released, he kissing along your pussy lips before he instinctively took your clit into his mouth and continued to slurp every drop of your juices accessible. Steve now led your other leg above his other shoulder and tongued you down deeper, you wrapping your legs along his back, him holding you still with his grip.

Screaming inaudible praises you felt as Steve began taking steps from his stance and held you tight by your ass. He had his fingers sculpting you perfectly in his hands as he carried your weight above his head right back onto the couch you two played on before, his strength just turned you on more.

Eddie only groaned to himself from what he witnessed now, him unzipping his jeans to pump his tired cock from how provokingly you’re getting treated infront of him.

You quickly crawled off of Steve and laid onto the couch with your ass up in the air for him, arms holding the rest of your weight, Munson’s cock getting jerked off right on your face.

“Fuck.”

Steve husked to himself, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth from the demonstration of how much you craved him, if eyes could speak his would say he was gonna fuck you right there, right now. You looked completely vulnerable to him, your holes were arched up for display for Steve who stared down at you, how you’re so prettily positioned for him, for his cock.

“Oh i’m gonna’ fuck you so hard..”

You felt him shift and mumble to himself, he was so serious, so fucking ready to push his cock into your pussy. He quickly ripped his pants away and stripped from his decorated boxers, you nodded as he toyed his length around your vulva in consent for him to finally adjust his head into your opening. He tapped his heavy cock onto your exterior before making his way in, sliding into you gently for you to take his width, firm hands pressing onto your arched waist,

“Just a little more for me baby, Oh yeah, you can take me so good.” continued he, grabbing onto the ass that danced along with his hips, him using your handles as extra support. He pushed himself further in, widening your hole to his size, you screeched to the feeling, “Shh, good girl.”

You moaned away causing the stranger to speed up. You loved his cock and you told him so in between teary mumbles and fuck you meant it, the way he fucked you felt so warm, he filled your cunt so perfectly, tips of his fingers not for once detaching from your body, wet kisses onto your mouth and dirty little praises into your ear. He’d become just the right amount of aggressive for you now, Steve latched onto your locs, soft grip to remove any excess from your face. He fucked himself into you just right and fuck how loud he was took over you completely. Steve held onto you harder, the hand that grabbed onto your hair soon reaching out to smack your ass; firm grips finalizing each touch. He fucked you so good you felt yourself unable to keep your mouth closed, you euphorically came with ease for him, body fluids dripping out of your cunt to which he swiped with his fingers and tongue-cleaned up entirely, mouth of his glistening with the moistness of your release.

“I want you to show me, show me how much you love this cock, beautiful.” Steve bargained, cock spraining out of your cunt to meet eye to eye with your nose as he sweetly kneeled you before him. He was throbbing for you, leaking mixtures of precum and your own arousal, dick so angelically sculpted you couldn’t hold aback anymore just how much you’d love to hear his pretty sounds again. You took him into your mouth, so gracefully kitten licking that desperate tip of his, you quickly allowing him to shape your mouth with his entrance. He felt warm and hard, pulsating inside your mouth like he’s never gotten a blowjob before. Steve tasted fresh on your tongue..

“Fuck- your mouth, agh- your mouth..”

He moaned away, voice coming out so surprisingly high-pitched it had your thighs locked together. Eddie just pumped his cock, wishing it was his cock you were swallowing instead. You knew that to him this was all blissful, drunk enough to not even attempt to hide his pretty moans but sober enough to know he wanted you to do this for him and so much fucking more. Eddie stood near you two now, him pumping his cock across your forehead while you choked on Steve’s. “..fucking look him in the eye while he bruises your throat, slut.” Eddie demanded, grabbing you by the throat and pushing you forward deeper onto Steve’s dick, your eyes attached onto Steve’s needier ones.

“Think you can fit two whole cocks inside that pretty mouth, think so baby?” Steve praised away, It took you completely for surprise how he went from shy and quiet to large and bold, but you loved it fucking loved this side of him.

Eddie instantly had his dick connecting to your cheek and grinned devilishly to the sight beneath him, occasionally swiping his length across your face patiently awaiting for an approval. Steve took his time desiring your mouth before he suddenly shifted himself to the far right of your cheek, bloating it a bit as he gave Eddie some space to fit himself into your gape. You took the men in, careful to not sink your teeth onto either one but confident enough to lick and suck them both satisfactorily. They both enjoyed how well taken care of you’re being right now, both just looking down at you, one seemingly on the verge of coming down your throat whilst the other couldn’t wait to have you comfortable enough to fuck your face in. Your cheeks remained bloated as you savored the taste of each of their cocks at once, obviously not being able to get them far in to how big they were.

Eddie now moved and stood behind you whilst Steve continued to bulk his hips infront of you.

“…what a cock-sucking whore, like me watching you down his cock don’t you, princess?” he grabbed a another significant amount of your hair and had you look back at him, fingers of his teasing at your nipples as Steve’s length not for once detached from your lips.

“Mhm” you tuned, meeting eye to eye with Eddie now who now took your arm in his hand and single-handedly led it to his hardness, having you jerk him off while you sucked off Steve. In between Steve’s praises and Eddie’s grunting you felt yourself become just as close as Steve was. They both praised, you were suckling each one now, turning every once in a while to face each of their cocks fairly.

“atta girl..so happy to have daddy share you with his friend, yeah?” giritted Munson, his large hand holding your neck to get off to the feel of his dick disappear into your throat. He was close, it was easy to memorize how sexily his stomach would tone whenever he was ready to feed you his cum.

“open.. your fucking mouth.” Eddie intervened, eyes rolling as he pumped another shot of his warmth right into your open mouth, him slapping the residue onto your cum-dripping lips. The man worn out of breath from his second release but fuck was he so hungry to watch how good you are at taking two cumshots into your mouth. He moved away and gave his friend space to dump his cum in right along with his own.

Steve neared his way to you, carefully accommodating each one of his thighs on either side of your head positioning you for the receiving of his shot. You innocently looked up at him, how you opened your cum-filled mouth for him instantly sent him over to his climax, he was already shooting strings of cum all over your face following loud whines in which he couldn’t contain.

“You’re so.. fucking perfect..” cherished Steve, leaving you a complete slutty cum-filled mess.

You swallowed their seed whole to from which they both fucking admired you doing for them.

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Both Steve and Eddie got dressed quickly before strolling around in search of your own clothes. They firstly began by sweetly wiping away any residue mess you might’ve gotten left with, tons of damp paper towels from the bathroom helping you get cleaned up. Work blouse getting put over your head by one whilst the other helped your arms go through the fabric, skirt getting placed and zipped up whilst you got assisted in your dressing.

They both ended the night by kissing your skin adoringly before helping you close the place up. They contributed in every way possible to leave the room and the bar spotless for you, comforting you along the way to Eddie’s van.

You sat in the back with Steve who held your sleepy head onto his lap, caressing away your hair and your face whilst Eddie played some of your favorites and carefully drove you home, checking up on you more than needed.

Easy to say that it was all destined to be as you attempted to hover those slutty little after-thoughts to the inactive part of your brain, to which were kept restrained in compulsion throughout the night to when you first met eye to eye with the men you sat in that van with. You felt at ease now though, you were getting treated like the princess the men saw you as, and you loved every single minute of it…

Whatever the fuck they were doing tonight ; drunkly slurring words onto one another, lips so eagerly speaking about something so reluctant had you locked onto them. Had you recklessly doing things you never thought yourself to do.

Eddie was right, he made you a so much bigger slut than you saw yourself capable of being.

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crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿 FIND THE REST OF MY FIC RECS HERE -> IN THE TAGS EVERY MONTH

♥️ honey, baby, love you, be home soon – @atinylittlepain ( oh dear god, this is going to be the sweetest, softest shit i stg, dad!steve harrington and the best oc to ever exist on the planet – i cannot wait • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, tbd )

♥️ girl boy masterlist +18 – @atinylittlepain ( masterlist for the above series ft. steve harrington and andy – a series of fics about a boy falling hard for a girl • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, smut )

♥️ i guess it’s never really over +18 – @loveshotzz ( a broken down car, a party at reefer rick’s, and a bandaid that needs to be ripped off • mechanic!steve harrington x reader, exes to lovers )

♥️ his hands +18 – @loveshotzz ( thinking about Steve flirting with you at a party by comparing hand sizes • steve harrington x reader )

♥️ orange juice +18 – @sattlersquarry ( yes, i’m rec’ing this one again because fhdjkalfhsjka it’s so fucking perfect – steve's world changes in the worst way when he loses you. he struggles to move on...but he learns he might not have to when he miraculously gets a second chance with you • steve harrington x reader, TWs, hurt / comfort )

♥️ freaks come out at night masterlist +18 – @superblysubpar ( an AU with stories exploring the messy relationship your boyfriend, eddie munson, and you invite steve harrington to be a part of • boyfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington )

♥️ shit, i don’t think i hate you anymore – @lovebugism ( your new years kiss ends up being the loudmouth, metalhead, wild-haired boy you can’t stand • enemies to lovers, grumpy!reader, eddie munson x reader )

♥️ maybe this year +18 – @supernovafics ( in which a new year’s dinner at the apartment sparks a bet— that you and steve are completely unaware of— among the friend group • bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader )

♥️ your first kiss – @bruisedboys ( celebration request for ‘was that your first kiss’ with steve harrington and god this is just jfkda;fhjksa • steve harrington x f!reader )

♥️ like it’s love series +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him • steve harrington x f!reader, soulmate au )

♥️ physical touch valentine’s event +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( love languages with steve and while the sex is good, it’s everything afterwards that makes you so soft for him • steve harrington x reader, fluff, smut )

♥️ that dark blue polo – @stevebabey ( finding steve so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it • steve harrington x shy!reader )

♥️ let’s go home – @xspeter ( the softest little blurb of all time omg, crying, just you asking stevie to go home after you survived the upside down • steve harrington x reader )

[bettyfrommars]

hi loves

a wee announcement/bit of reflection below the cut

nothing heavy, just some thoughts & updates

First of all, I want to say I love this fandom so much. Truly I do. It has carried me though possibly the hardest, loneliest year of my life (and this ol' girl has been though some dark times). I've made friendships here that I hope to cherish for the rest of my life.

I came into fanfiction in October of last year, after not writing anything substantial for almost a decade. My dear friend at the time said she was looking for a specific Eddie Munson story, so I wrote it for her. I wrote it in first person because I didn't even understand how "reader perspective" was a thing, that's how wet behind the ears I was to this world. My friend, on the other hand, is a well-versed fic reader, and I distinctly remember messaging her like, "okay, what the hell is a Y/N??"

I spent that entire dark, cold winter writing and passing it to her in parts like notes in a classroom. The rush of getting back to something I loved so deeply after so much time away turned me into a monster. I lived and breathed that story. We sent endless messages back and forth every day about what each character would do next, imagining ourselves in that world, with Eddie. We made playlists, we cried. We screamed and giggled and kicked our feet when they finally kissed. We mourned the loss when it ended and moped around a bit before going back to read it all over again. Some 40k words and four months later I realized, holy shit, I think I write fanfiction now?

In a way, fanfiction saved my life. It brought me back to a part of myself I had buried, a part of me that worried it might never see the light of day again. It came crawling out of the ground, gasping for air like, "you better stretch your fingers bitch because I have a lot to say."

In April, I started posting here when the fandom was notably beginning to wane, but I was happy to see there were so many still going hard for our man. I kinda creeped in, like a little scuttling crab, and was grateful to find that a handful of you embraced me.

Long story short, I am NOT leaving, not at all. I know the tone is there, but that is not what this is, lmao. I will hopefully keep this blog for as long as you will have me. I plan to finish writing I'm on Fire and Death Becomes Us, as well as maybe another bit for gargoyle!Eddie, and nightmare!Eddie, but the other series I've started (or planned to start) will stay on hiatus for a while, possibly forever. I will continue to post blurbs and hc's and whatnot, but I won't be committing to any new series or long fics.

My masterlists will remain intact for the time being for those who want to enjoy what is there. That being said, The Nightmare Factory and Stop the World and Melt with You, might be taken down in the future only because I plan to re-work them into original stories. I have a second non-fandom blog in the works that is dedicated to monsters, nightmares, and magic realism, and I will let those who are interested know about it when the time comes.

Mostly, I wanted to let you know that, even if you notice some changes, I will continue to persist with "My 2 Joe's" delulu era, possibly until the earth swallows me up. I am no longer taking requests, but my asks will always be open for thots, blurbs, obsessions, etc. You know how much I love hearing from you.

That's all really. Perhaps this is simply one of those "end of year" thought dumps, but I also wanted to say a heartfelt Thank You to those who continue to support me, enjoy my work, and share it. My Ride or Die monsterfuckers and biker Eddie enthusiasts. My nightmare Eddie dreamers, my Twilight Zone Eddie pineapple heads. My gargoyle Eddie romantics who cheer on our Stone Boy, and my Hybrid Steve lovers who leave their windows open at night. My True Blood friends who appreciate a vampire Eddie who is nothing like Bill Compton. My darlings, my fellow rebel rousers and misfits, my friends.

This is a very symbiotic relationship, and I could not/would not do this without you ❤️

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Heyy can you plss do an eddie fic with prompt #38 where after reader has a baby eddie becomes more and more distant like no alone time nothing but reader wants it to work out but he isn’t putting in the effort. Maybe it can be because he found someone else or he just isn’t attracted to her anymore or can be because of the band.

- the original request glitched and posted when I didn't write anything for it yet, so I hope whoever requested this finds it!

⚠️this is going to hurt...maybe a lot (as in I totally cried writing this and that hasn't ever happened) I saw an angst prompt and pulled this out of my ass in a day and I love it

Eddie's backstory is all made up

Talks of abuse

To have and to lose

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.”

~~

At the age of 13

Y/N watched her parents fall out of love. She saw the two most important people in her life slowly drift away from each other.

At first her parents were so in love, like the princess and prince in fairy tales. They were always a happy family. Sitting at the kitchen table every night and talking about their day. She watched her parents kiss good morning and goodnight. She saw a relationship in her parents that she dreamed of having. She wanted to fall in love just like that.

But suddenly, their late night kitchen talks turned into screaming and smashing plates. Pillow talk turned into discussing which days they got to see their daughter. The hands they used to hold each other with are caught red handed in adultery.

Y/N watched her parents go from being in love to strangers. She watched it all fall apart.

At the age of 14

her dad moved on, moving in with a new family. Her mom turned to alcohol for comfort, leaving Y/N to learn what it's like to be forgotten at such a young age.

She didn't want a relationship like that ever. She wanted to fall in love and stay in love.

~~

At the age of 10

Eddie watched as his dad beat his mom for the first time. He screamed his lungs out, asking him to stop. He can hear his mom's cries get quieter as she was closer to passing out. Eddie felt like his screams were underwater, how could no one hear him?

He watched the blood pour out of her nose. Hearing the front door slam as his dad ran out.

Eddie prayed that night and every night that his dad would stop coming home, but he always came back.

At the age of 12

Eddie got his first black eye. His dad punched him right across the face for not answering him fast enough. That was the first time his dad laid a hand on him, and it wasn't his last.

At the age of 13

Eddie cried as his mom walked out the front door. Bags packed and no intention on bringing him with. He screamed for her, begging for her to take him with. Save him too, but she didn't. She left him. She left her son with a monster.

~~

At the age of 16

They met each other.

Eddie ran straight into her when he was running to class, muttering under his breath about being late on his first day.

Y/N was smacked to the floor by a heavy body colliding with hers. Hearing the guy talk under his breath.

Eddie was quick to apologize, saying sorry over and over as he helped the girl up. Once she stood tall again with a small smile, his heart did a spin. She was beautiful.

Y/N told him it was okay, accidents happen. When she fully took him in she felt speechless. His wild hair and caring eyes. He was tall, lean, and skinny. But he looked so inviting. He looked as if he would be soft to the touch.

Eddie spent that whole day thinking about her.

Y/N spent that whole day thinking about him.

She almost felt like her eyes moved on their own. Her body knew when his presence was around before she even saw him. She could be miles away in her head, but the second he walked in her eyes would snap to him. She was captivated by him and she had no idea who he was.

"Eddie Munson, late again I see. Take a seat."

She watched as his wild hair passed through the doorway, breathing heavy as he panted over. He nodded to the teacher and eyes scanned for an open seat.

Y/N smiled to herself when she felt the open space next to her, with a small smile she nodded her head.

Eddie's eyes caught hers, not by accident. He was dying to find out if he had a class with her. Trying to find her in the halls just to see if she'd walk into the door he planned to enter.

He smiled gratefully as he sat next to her. Hand sticking out, "the name is Eddie Munson."

And that's when their love story began.

Slowly blossoming throughout the year of highschool.

Eddie never realized he could love the first day of school.

~~

Their crushes grew on each other fast and hard. She was smitten by the boy who had an artistic talent in drawing and music. She was captivated by everything he said because he talked so passionately and his eyes told every detail in a story she needed to know. She admired how creative he was and demanded he taught her more about hellfire.

For once Y/N felt like she made a true friend.

Eddie wasn't used to someone wanting to be around him. Especially a girl, and a girl who was way out of his league. Her hair was always shiny and silky. He could imagine running his fingers through it all day long. She was intelligent, always knew the answer to every question. Definitely sneaking over a few answers to him during a test. She was a great listener. He could tell she was really listening to him, her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He felt butterflies flying around when she smiled or laughed at something he said.

For once Eddie felt like he made a true friend.

~~

At the age of 17

Y/N felt like she might be falling for him. She thought of him every single day and every moment. Photos of them framed on her walls. Countless sketches Eddie left in her room. A year of friendship and she never felt alone anymore.

She learned Eddie came from a broken home and had many wounds that still bled.

Eddie learned she was the same. A bit broken with pieces he may never find to put back together.

But either way, they healed each other even if they didn't know it

~~

Eddie remembers the day he was a goner for her.

Jason was shoving him against the lockers, hand to his throat and knee in his gut.

Eddie loved to seem tough, but inside he was still the little boy his father used to beat until he was bruised. Eddie hated that no matter where he went in life a version of his dad found him.

Eddie remembered feeling his body hit the floor and a huge blow came from his right side, it took Eddie back to when he got his first black eye.

Tears escaped as he tried to hide his face in his hair. Even at 17 he couldn't fight back.

Then she showed up, and she put up a hell of a fight.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!" he remembers seeing her little legs run towards him, shoving Jason aside with as much strength as she could.

The look in her eyes was so soft and gentle. For once Eddie felt like he was safe, cowardly moving himself closer in her arms. She quickly wrapped herself around him, shoving his face in her chest. Allowing him a place to cry silently where no one could see. A hand in his hair.

"do you know who that is? That's the freak Y/N, you don't want to get messed up with that."

"Fuck off. If Eddie is a freak, then freaks are my favorite kind of people." She spat.

Jason rolled his eyes and walked away.

"Eddie baby. Are you okay?"

Yeah Eddie was definitely in love.

~~

Y/N knew she was in love with Eddie when he asked her to the snowball.

She sat at lunch with hellfire, staring at the posters that covered the cafeteria.

"SNOWBALL DANCE FRIDAY NIGHT!"

Y/N wouldn't change her friendship with Eddie for anything, but being friends with him meant no one was interested in her. Not that she cared, she had her eyes set on him and she knew they'd never wander off.

She remembers her face blushing as she shoved herself further down her seat as all the boys talked about how stupid the dance was.

Jeff complaining about the need to wear a tux just to stand in the gym. The amount of money spent on one night.

Gareth talking about how it was stupid girls actually wanted to go to that stuff. Waste their time to get pretty and go nowhere but the school.

But Eddie never said a word.

She tried to give him a glance but his expression didn't read much. He almost looked like he wasn't listening at all, and maybe he wasn't.

~~

She was proved wrong.

Two nights before the dance she was reading a book in her bedroom, a lamp rested on her bedside otherwise the room was dark.

She heard knocking at her door and quickly looked out her window. She saw his van before him. She raced down the stairs.

He stood there in a black beanie, red and black flannel covering his arms and black jeans.

"Eddie Munson how many times do I need to tell you to wear a real winter jacket."

He rolled his eyes with a smile. Already expecting that.

He grabbed her hand and dragged her further out on the porch.

"I'm not romantic in any type of way and this was the lamest thing I could come up with, so let's act like it's the best thing I've ever done." He said.

She looked at him confused. She watched as he grabbed snow and began to roll it into a ball in the palm of his hand.

Once he was satisfied with the shape he set it near her foot. Running to his car for a poster sign.

He walked back up to her and grabbed the snow.

"Will you go to ___ with me?"

He held the snow proudly in front of the blank spot on the poster board.

His smile slowly fell as she stared at him, mouth covered by her hands

"do you get it? It's like a snow ball, like the dance?"

She nodded, trying to compose herself to speak.

"Yes Eddie I would love to go to the dance with you. And this is a very Eddie Munson fashion proposal." She laughed.

Looking into his eyes that night as he screamed about how cold the damn snow was in his hand, she knew she loved him.

After the dance, they finally became official. Both nervous and talking at the same time.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

Together they found a safe place to let their guards down. Each healing each other's wounds with soft touches and meaningful kisses.

~~

At the age of 18

They were still going strong.

More in love than ever. They celebrated their one year at their new favorite spot in the woods.

Wayne loved Y/N as his own. Tearful eyes watching them as they got lost in each other.

Wayne always worried about Eddie. He knew his heart was too gentle for some people. But he could see that Y/N cared for Eddie deeply. In the way she smiled at him. The way she'd smack him for smoking. When she'd force him to eat dinner and not just snacks.

Wayne finally felt like he didn't have to worry about Eddie anymore.

Eddie found a safe place to call home.

~~

At the age of 19

The couple graduated, now thrown into life with no idea what's next.

Eddie was ready to tour the world.

Y/N's mother died from alcohol poisoning and she hasn't seen her dad since he left. Eddie was all she had so she followed him straight into the spotlight.

Wherever Eddie was going to go, she was following behind.

Eddie's band slowly made their way up the charts. Getting popular and noticed. He felt like all of his suffering led him to this.

Singing every night with the guys he called brothers.

Running off stage to kiss the girl of his dreams.

Eddie deserved this.

They deserved this.

~~

Y/N doesn't remember what state they were in, lost in the days spent on the road. But she remembered the way she felt.

She was laying in Eddie's arms as they stared at the stars. In a random parking lot in the middle of nowhere. A blanket from the tour bus underneath them.

"hey baby." She whispered as she looked up at him.

His dark eyes looked down at her, she smiled at the love and softness that was held in there.

"yes gorgeous?" He asked

"Do you think we'll always be in love?" It was a loaded question, one that they both couldn't give a sure answer too. But without a second of hesitation he said-

"Without a doubt in my mind. I'm going to love you forever, I promise."

~~

At the age of 22

They settled down. Giving up tour life for a small break.

They got a small apartment in California, wanting Eddie to be where the stars are.

They filled the walls with pictures of them. A map that was marked by every city Eddie performed in. A cabinet filled with Wayne's old mugs for when he wanted to visit, or the days Eddie missed him a bit more.

A bulldog that they barely had any idea to take care of but Y/N refused to leave the store without him.

~~

On Christmas Eve, Eddie decorated the living room with fake snow. Their dog, Ozzy, was dressed in a Santa hat. The Christmas tree lit up and the crappy ornaments they made together decorated all around.

"Eddie what is with all the snow?" She giggled

"It's California, I had to do my best so shush." He said.

He always had a thing for leaving her confused. She watched him silently as he got down on a knee.

Her eyes growing, he wasn't, was he?

Eddie grabbed what looked like a snow ball.

He grabbed it in his hands, holding the fake snow softly.

"When I met you, I didn't think I deserved to be here. I grew up with barely a family, just Wayne. But I felt like a burden to Wayne. Like he was forced to take me in. Making his life harder and stressful. I barely knew if he ever loved me, which I do know now that he does. My point is, I didn't know I could even be loved by anyone until I met you. Until I literally whisked you off of your feet. You have made me want to live every single day of my life. I've got to love you as a friend. Then as a boyfriend. And now I want to love you as a future husband. Will you marry me?"

He smashed the fake snow, dusting off the particles and there laid a ring.

She was already crying from his words but she cried harder seeing the pure love in his eyes. His own watering slightly.

She couldn't speak so she nodded and threw her body into his. Knocking him straight to the floor.

Laughing as they tumbled, Ozzy ran to their rescue.

"Take that as a big yes?" Eddie laughed.

"So fucking big yes." She kissed his lips.

Ready to spend the rest of her life with the man of her dreams.

~~

At the age of 25

She gave birth to their daughter, Alexis.

Eddie dreamed of being a father and he vowed to not fuck this up.

Eddie sang his two girls to sleep every night. A smile on his face as he watched his wife and daughter fall asleep with the same look on their face.

Alexis looked just like her in so many ways but had Eddie's hair of curls.

Wayne adored her more than anything. Easily becoming the best grandpa in the world.

Eddie and Y/N spent all their time making the most memories they could with Alexis.

Who knew two teenagers could make it so far?

~~

At the age of 30

It all came down.

Y/N was slowly watching Eddie turn into someone who wasn't her husband anymore.

Once Alexis was old enough, Eddie went back on tour.

It was hard at first for them to all get used to.

Y/N had to go to bed alone and prepare her 5 year old for school.

Eddie had to get used to talking to his family through a phone.

Alexis was a daddy's girl and she took it hard when he was gone. Crying every night asking where he was.

Wayne stopped by the most he could, taking care of Alexis while Y/N needed to get errands out of the way.

A busy day flew by and she rested into bed. Checking her phone and realizing she never heard from Eddie. She quickly dialed his number but got no response. With a shrug she headed off to bed, maybe he was a bit busy.

~~

But then that one night without a call turned into a week.

She felt like she was going crazy, countlessly calling him, sending texts. It was like he disappeared.

She texted his manager to make sure he was okay. The good news was he was perfectly fine. The bad news was he was perfectly fine.

~~

The guilt ate him alive.

Watching her call him over and over. The contact picture of her big smile holding Alexis, Ozzy drooling in their laps.

A picture he used to smile at when it would appear.

Now a picture that reminded him of what he didn't feel anymore.

He doesn't know when it happened but one day he woke up and didn't think of her. He went out and performed, hitting up parties before crashing in his hotel room. Plugging in his phone, realizing he never called home. He never even thought to call home.

He shrugged it off for being too busy.

But then he kept forgetting. And now he can't handle the pain in his chest when she calls.

~~

She came to visit him for his birthday. Alexis was overjoyed to see her dad finally after months. Wayne stayed back to take care of Ozzy but planned to visit soon.

Seeing her husband again made her feel better about everything. She understood he is busy, she's been on tour before, she knows how it goes.

But the trip didn't go as well as she planned.

The last night she was there Eddie asked to talk.

Alexis was sleeping in the crib of her hotel room, Eddie's down the hall even though he hasn't slept in it since she came.

She got nervous when he asked to talk in the hall, away from Alexis.

"I want a divorce."

She felt like her heart was yanked out of her chest and stabbed a thousand times.

"wait what?" This wasn't happening. They were fine. They were close to happy. They. Are. Fine.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry but I can't keep lying to you. I can't keep acting like I'm fine when I'm not. I can't keep acting like I love you." He cried, it hurt to even say out loud. It hurt even worse watching her walls build up, her teeth clenching as she refused to cry.

"when Eddie?" She choked out, a finger pressed to her lips. Some type of pressure to keep her sobs inside.

"when what?"

"when did you fall out of love with me?"

"I don't know. One day I woke up on my tour bus and went through the whole day where you didn't cross my mind. I woke up and I didn't miss you anymore." He wanted to touch her, to hold her but he knew he couldn't.

"YOU WON'T EVEN TRY FOR ME?" she screamed, tears leaving her eyes, nothing she could do about it.

"I've been fucking trying. You have no idea how hard I've been scraping to feel something again. I can't make myself love you. I can't change that."

"what did I do wrong? Eddie where do I go wrong?" She begged, feeling her knees giving out from under her.

"nothing baby. Don't do that to yourself okay? You did nothing wrong. You were the perfect wife and everything. This is all on me. People just change"

"No Eddie no! PEOPLE CAN'T JUST CHANGE. You can't love me for one second and not want me anymore. That's not fair. The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around." She sobbed, giving up on standing. Smashing her knees into the floor.

His heart broke watching her. He hated his heart for turning on him. For turning on everything he dreamed of since he was sixteen

"I know it's not fair. I fucking hate this too." Even if she didn't want it, he caged her in his arms. Tears silently falling into her hair. Hers soaking through his Tshirt.

She pushed him off as hard as she could. Anger now filling her.

"YOU PROMISED ME. YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD ALWAYS LOVE ME. YOU ARE A FUCKING LIAR!"

"I WAS FUCKING NINETEEN! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS PROMISING! WE WERE YOUNG. WE DIDN'T KNOW OUR FUTURE"

"I did. I wanted my future to be you Eddie! I fucking wanted to love you for the rest of my life. I have spent every day the happiest I've ever been since I met you. And now you just want to take that all away from me? That's so fucking not fair. I'm suddenly supposed to learn a life where I don't get to love you anymore? You have been my life since I was god damn sixteen eddie. What in the hell am I supposed to do now?"

"I don't know. I wish I knew. I wish I could wake up and feel that love I had for you. I've been praying for that every night but I can't find it in me anymore. I will love you always, but I can't say I'm in love with you anymore. I'm so fucking sorry. I wish I could make this better but I can't. In the end you deserve to be loved so fucking much and I can't give that to you anymore." He tried to hold back his own sobs.

Looking at her, it was like he was breaking the heart of her at sixteen. The same bright smile girl he smashed in the hallway. The same girl that held him as he cried. The same girl he twirled around on the dance floor at snowball. The same girl that followed him around the world. The same girl he proposed to in that small apartment. The same girl he vowed to love for the rest of his life.

He wasn't just breaking his wife's heart, he was breaking every version of her heart he learned to love.

She wiped her tears and nodded. Taking a deep breath she stood up.

"I'm going to go home tomorrow and I'll pack. You finish the tour and I'll have the papers ready for you when you come back."

The shut of the hotel door shouldn't have hit him this hard.

Shouldn't have made him fall to his own knees and sob.

But it wasn't just the hotel door closing,

It was closing on the only relationship Eddie ever felt true love.

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Outlaw

An Eddie Munson x Dog!Reader fic - yes most of this is written from the POV of a dog.

Edit by the one and only @somnambulic-thing, and used with their permission for this fic- Peruse all their edits here.

*This story was originally on Chestylarouxx, and it came about in the form of a special request from my sweet Gia, @onegirlmanytales. This reupload is at the request of @jo-harrington.

WC - 2K Warnings - Dog bites. Mentions of blood. Angst. Mistreatment of our sweet reader pup. She deserves the world.

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It’s hard to trust a man after you’ve been burned in the past. Skittish, that’s how you’ve been described. Distrusting. Nervous. It’s true, you’ve learned hard lessons over the years, you have the physical and mental scars to prove it. You’re made for love and softness, you’re made for snuggles and kisses. Being too scared to let yourself feel safe enough for those things only makes you harder, it only makes you push away at anyone that might try to show you the tenderness you deserve. It’s not your fault. 

—

When Eddie was 5 years old, he got bit by a German Shepherd. He still has a very small scar in the crook of his left elbow. He was scared, but his friend assured him that the dog was friendly. That was the final nail in the coffin for him. All trust in the canine-kind was gone, he preferred the companionship of cats from then on. Even when they bit it didn’t require a trip to the hospital where you’d need needles and stitches.

When Eddie was 19, he had a run in with a Doberman. The thing about Dobermans, he learned, is that they’re excellent guard dogs because they’re so quiet. He hopped the fence at the junkyard at midnight on an unseasonably warm spring evening. In his mind, it was a victimless crime. He could search out small parts from the cars that have been sitting to rust in the yard for years. Instead of them going to waste, he can reuse them and save himself some serious cash. He wasn’t reselling anything, it was strictly for his own use. 

Unfortunately for Eddie, the junkyard guard dog couldn’t be reasoned with. He made it back over the fence that night with all of his fingers, but the dog got a piece of his favorite jeans. And he didn’t make it out with any car parts. That was when the distrust turned to distaste. He let himself believe that all dogs hated him as much as he hated them. Not meant to be. Man’s best friend? Not for Eddie.

—

You were lucky to get away this time. This last place isn’t the worst place you’ve been, but it’s not good. The kind words and gentle touches were few and far between. You’re tired. You’re not as young as you used to be, and having a soft place to lay your bones at night is the only thing you can hope for. Even that seems like a dream that can never come true. 

The woods aren’t so bad, though. You’re pretty hungry a lot, but there’s a place close by with lots of people. You’re very careful to make sure they don’t see you when you sneak by their small homes at night. You don’t need too much, it’s weird that they throw out so much good food. You sniff out the good stuff easily, and your teeth and paws make getting through the plastic garbage a cinch. Sometimes, even though you’re so careful, someone might see you and chase you away. That’s ok, as long as they don’t get close enough to hurt you it doesn’t bother you.

—

Eddie spots you for the first time when you’re skulking around the tree line behind his trailer. A skinny thing, too skinny. He thinks about calling animal control, but decides against it. That’s like calling the dog cops, and he’s absolutely not a snitch. Plus, you don’t seem dangerous. You seem scared. When you noticed that Eddie was watching you, you ducked back into the woods. 

Every day after that, Eddie found himself scanning the tree line for you. It was day three when he realized that it wasn’t curiosity driving his thoughts now, but sadness and fear. He’s starting to worry that one of these days he’s not going to see your silhouette behind the trees, that he won’t hear his neighbors yelling in the morning about the “goddamned strays” getting into their trash at night. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something bad happened to you, even though he couldn’t explain why that is.

Kibble. Eddie bought kibble - $10 for 5 lbs of the stuff. You’re already costing him, and you haven’t even been close enough for Eddie to see your face clearly. This is how it happens, he knows it. This is how he gets suckered into caring for an animal, one that he can’t afford. One that will probably be a complete dick. One that will probably bite him as soon as he reaches his hand out to pet it, just like when he was 5 years old.

—

The man keeps watching you, and you keep watching him. He’s different, you’re sure of that, but you don’t know what that means. Could be bad. Could be good. Either way, you’re going to find a way to get to the food he’s leaving out on his porch at night without getting close enough for him to touch - hit, slap, punch, kick - you. You’re a smart dog, and you’ve already lost enough. Your left ear for one thing.

You don’t know why you feel this way, but there’s a desperate need inside of you. It’s ingrained in your canine DNA, right alongside your curious nature. Your instincts tell you that you should have a person to trust, a person to care for you. It’s only the years of harshness that have eroded that instinct. You fight it always. You can feel your feet itching to move closer to the man now, to see what his face looks like. To smell his hand and see if it feels nice scratching behind your ears. But then you remember what other men have done, and how cruel they are. So, you shrink away and wait for a quiet time to taste the food that’s being left out for you.

—

Eddie’s worried about you, he can’t deny it anymore. He’s noticed that you’re eating the food he leaves out, and that you drain the big bowl of water each day. These are good signs, he’s sure. But he expected for you to start to get friendlier with him by now. You still hide from him, only peeking from behind the tree line to watch him when he fills the food bowl. He doesn’t know a whole hell of a lot about dogs, but he knows they usually seek out human companionship when they’re being fed like this. 

He found himself standing in the pet section of the local department store looking at toys. He has no idea what he’s doing, the toys are all different depending on the size of the dog. You’re not a small dog, and he wouldn’t say you’re big either. He decides to go with the safest option, grabbing a ball and a rope for a medium sized dog. The treats he spends less time thinking about, grabbing a couple of different kinds. One bacon flavored, one chicken flavored, and some that are shaped like little cookies. Eddie’s smile is wide, thinking about you licking your chops and sniffing at a little cookie in his hand.

It’s slow moving. On the first day, Eddie stands about halfway between his trailer and your spot just inside the woods behind it. He holds the bag of bacon flavored treats - go big or go home, he decides. He takes a handful of the treats and sets them in the dirt before taking about 5 big steps back. He waits. He can see you poke your head out  from behind a tree. This is the closest he’s been to you, and he can see now that you’re very pretty. Big brown eyes that have a concerned look to them. He can also see that your left ear is torn, and you have a scar on your snout. It sends a pang of pain through his chest. He takes another 10 steps back and sits on the ground. 

—

It smells like the good food the last man would make sometimes. Like fat and salt. Your mouth is already wet, already tasting it on your tongue. You’re not as hungry as you were a few days ago, the food that this man leaves for you fills your belly. You’ve been sleeping better because of it, but each day is getting a little colder. He’s still sitting there, and you think it’s worth the risk to go ahead and get the good food stuff he left for you.

Small steps, slow. You keep your eyes on the man, making certain he doesn’t move while you get closer to him. He doesn’t move, not even when you lower your mouth to the small mound of treats to take a sniff. Smells better up close, so you open your mouth and suck them all into your mouth at once. You were right to do this, these are very good food. As soon as you swallow, you want more. You look back and see that the man is still sitting in his spot, and he has the bag in his lap. You don’t push away those instincts, instead you decide that the food is good - maybe the man is good too.

—

“You’re a very pretty girl, do you know that?” One of Eddie’s hands is scratching behind your good ear while the other wipes away a tear that’s leaking from his eye. He can’t believe it, how sweet you are. You came up to him and ate out of his hand, and then laid down next to him. You’re so thin, and your fur is patchy from bites. He thought it would be harder to get you to come to him, but all you needed was for him to show a tiny bit of kindness. 

When the sun starts to set, Eddie’s bladder tells him it’s past time to get up. He’s scared to move, worried that you’ll take off and this perfect moment of calm trust will be broken. He can’t sit in this spot in the dirt forever, and neither can you. As he stands up, so do you - but you don’t run for the trees. You look at him with your big black eyes. They’re pleading. 

“I would very much like it if you would come home with me. Would you like that? I have some very warm blankets, and a bed I bought in case you decided you might want to stay with me. Oh, and I have more treats. And a rope. I know I sound crazy trying to reason with a dog, but I promise I’ll be nice to you.” With his case made, Eddie begins to walk to his trailer with the desperate hope that you’ll follow behind him.

—

Of course you have no idea what the man said to you, but you know the way he said it was very nice. Very, very nice. His voice is soft and low, and it makes you feel safe and warm. His hands are good, too. They found that good spot for scratching behind your ear. Plus he has food. Oh, the food is very good. You think he might let you into his little house, so you decide to ask him. 

You follow behind him, not wanting to get too close. You don’t want to make him mad, especially not now that you know he is much better than the other men you’ve known. You wait at the bottom of the stairs and watch as he opens the door. You tilt your head to get a good angle, making sure you can hear, smell, and see everything right now. 

“C’mere,” he says to you, and pats his thigh. You know what that means, and you happily oblige. 

—

6 months later:

Eddie’s holding the receiver to his ear, he’s talking quietly so as not to rouse you. You’re curled up next to him in his bed. It smells so good, so much like him and like you in his bedroom. It’s soft and warm. He’s scratching that good spot, he always knows where to find it. You’re so glad to be here, and you think there’s nowhere else as good as this place.

“Listen, Harrington, it’s not that I don’t want to go. You know I want to. I can’t leave her. Outlaw is a very good girl - she’s not going to ruin your party. I won’t go without her.”

[augustslippedavvay]

touch tank (eddie munson)

summary: eddie doesn't usually wake up before you, but when he does, he makes it worth your while to wake up, too.

author's note: this is not my first time writing smut but it IS my first time ever publicizing it so pls be gentle with me :) i just really love eddie and i think he'd be the most endearingly adorable sleeper also, when quinnie wrote the lyrics 'he's so pretty when he goes down on me / gold-skinned, eager baby / blue shirt out the laundry' she wrote them about eddie munson also ALSO everyone in this story is a consenting adult!!! we are talking early 20s here!!!

pairing: eddie munson x reader word count: 2.8k warnings: alternate universe: canon divergence, oral sex, morning sex, basically just a tooth rottingly fluffy fic based on ‘touch tank’ by quinnie about eddie waking you up to go down on you 

also!!!!! this was originally posted to AO3 under the user starspngledman. this is my work. please do not repost without permission!!!

The best part about living with Eddie Munson is waking up beside him.

He always sleeps like the dead. It would take nuclear fallout to wake him up when he’s not ready to. Sometimes he sleeps on his back, arms crossed over his chest. Head thrown back, hair in his eyes, his mouth agape and snoring. Sometimes he sleeps with his face tucked into your neck, an arm thrown across and tucked around you. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll wake up on your back, his head on your chest, tucked under your chin, and you’ll get to rub the length of his bare back softly until you feel him stir.

You mostly sleep on your side, typically facing him, and you almost always wake up before him. You love to lay there and watch him sleeping peacefully while the sun catches all of his best features. His strong nose, his sharp chin. The hollows of his cheekbones. You love to lean in close and kiss the worry lines from the corners of his eyes, the frown from his mouth. To push his hair out of his face. To hear him sigh peacefully when you do.

The boy has had his fair share of life-altering devastation. He deserves tranquility, and you’ll never be the one to take it from him.

This morning, however, Eddie rouses before you. He thinks about gently shaking you awake, seeing if you want to make some coffee and head over to the lookout for the sunrise. It’s rare for both of you to be awake so early, and he does love the way you look sitting, illuminated by the soft golden light, in the back of his van, the way it seems like the sun rises only for the two of you, there, together.

He ultimately resigns not to, when he sits up, whispers your name, and gets only a sigh of contentment in return. He smirks, watches you shift a bit onto your back, an arm thrown above your head, and decides he can think of something arguably even more romantic to do in the early morning.

“Baby,” Eddie whispers, placing a hand beside your head on your pillow to hold himself over you so he can bend down and kiss the soft, sensitive skin behind your ear.

You sigh again, turn your head to press a kiss to his cheek and murmur, “M’sleepin’, Eddie.”

“I know, baby,” he says, a smile plastered on his face. He turns and pecks your mouth lightly. “I’m not, though.”

“Okay,” you groan, breath fanning out over his parted lips, and say, “what d’you want me to do about it?”

“Well, it does seem like you’re a little more awake than you were before. Want to have some fun with me?”

You open one eye slightly, squinting up at Eddie where he’s pulled back to hover over you. The look on his face tells you everything you need to know, and you push the knuckle of your pointer finger into your eye sleepily.

“You know, Munson, I never, ever wake you up, even when I’m up and I want you to fuck my brains out.”

“And I love you for that, sweetheart,” Eddie says, the smirk on his face bleeding into his voice. “I need my beauty sleep more than you, though, I’d argue.”

You bring one hand up to the side of his face, holding him briefly, before carding a hand through his messy hair, pushing it out of his face and behind his ear. “I concur.”

Eddie feigns offense and turns his face to nip at your hand. You giggle and pull it away. He’s right; you are a little more awake now than you were a few moments ago. Still. Not as awake as he is.

“Someone’s cranky.”

“It’s five o’clock in the morning!”

“Actually,” Eddie says, turning to squint across his dark room, “clock on the dresser says 5:48.”

You groan and roll back over onto your side, away from him, facing the wall.

“Like that’s any better.” Your voice is muffled slightly, your arm thrown over your face. “I’m going back to bed, Eddie. Wake me up in three hours. I’m sure I’ll want to have some fun then.”

Eddie smiles and lays back down into his spot next to you, using the hand that was holding him over you to trace down your silhouetted side. “You sure about that, baby?”

You hum affirmation, trying not to squirm when you feel him grip your hip through your duvet cover, his palm coming around to the front of your body to press you back into him. He’s already half-hard, and you have to stop yourself from groaning at the feel of him against your lower back.

“You’re 100% positive?”

“Yes, Eddie,” you say, but it comes out a lot more breathy than you initially intended.

“Because it sure sounds like you might be about to change your mind.”

“I’m not.” The two most unconvincing words ever uttered. He presses his face to your shoulder and smiles against you, because he knows he’s got you now.

“Forgive me if the sound of you sighing my name isn’t exactly reassuring to me that you don’t want me to keep you awake right now, sweetheart.”

You can’t argue with him, and so you keep quiet and let him reach down under the covers to touch your bare skin, let him push your hair up over your shoulder and press open-mouthed kisses to the back of your neck, let him handle you so you’re lying on your back again.

Before you’ve even opened your eyes, he’s settled in between your thighs, one hand gripping your hip, the other on your knee, pressing both of your legs open to make more room for himself.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he purrs, running his hand up the inside of your right leg until he hits the hem of your underwear. You gasp lightly when he pauses only briefly before pushing three fingers right past the elastic and brushing the tips of them against the curls at the apex of your thighs.

“Is that so?”

You can feel your whole body heating up, getting on board with the idea of rolling around in bed with Eddie before six in the morning. You know he’d actually stop if you told him to - that the ‘come on, baby, loosen up’ act was just that; an act - and it turned you on, you had to admit, the way he was taking his time, working you up to it.

Eddie grins slowly when he presses his fingers further and finds you wanting. “Sweetheart, you’re already soaking. You’re gonna ruin these pretty panties of yours. You mind if I take them off for you? Make sure they stay nice and clean?”

You bite your lip and nod, which Eddie can barely see in the dark of your room, but he takes his hand from your underwear and hooks his fingers into their waistband, tugging them down your legs. You pull your knees up closer to your chest so Eddie can get them off without having to move from where he sits and watch as he tosses them to the floor. He grips your ankles in his hands and presses a kiss to each of your calves before slowly lowering your feet back to the bed.

“Have I got you yet, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know, Eddie,” you say, biting your finger to suppress the already-wide-enough grin on your face. You also know it drives him nuts when you do that. “I think I need a little more convincing.”

“Yeah?” He says, smiling down at you. He grips your waist and rolls his hips against yours so you can feel his hard-on through his briefs as it presses against your bare cunt. You toss your head back, the friction unbearable, your mouth open, and Eddie takes the opportunity to press his lips to yours, bringing one hand up to cup your jaw and slip his tongue into your mouth.

You moan against him and press up into him, kissing him back eagerly.

“Okay,” you whisper into his open mouth.

“Okay?”

“Okay, Munson. Show me a good time.”

Eddie grins and kisses you one, two, three more times before slipping down your body, pressing his plush mouth against your jaw, down the length of your neck. He settles above your chest, sliding his hands up under your shirt and cupping your breasts in his hands.

“Take your shirt off, please, baby,” he says, and you oblige immediately, crossing your arms over your chest to hoist the ringer tee up over your head and toss it to the ground. Eddie’s mouth is on you just as fast, in between your breasts, then across one, his lips soft and warm as he circles your nipple with his tongue before latching on and sucking.

You let out a high-pitched whine and Eddie laughs against your skin, pulling off of your nipple to nip at the skin on the underside of your breast, at which you gasp and curl a hand into his hair.

“Eddie,” you breathe, leaning up slightly on one elbow to look down at him, your other hand scratching at his scalp gently. His brown doe eyes look up at you and you just about lose it.

“Yeah, pretty girl?”

You’re panting. “Do that again.”

He smirks. “Do what again, sweetheart?”

“You know what.”

“Not sure I do,” he says, laughing.

“I…your teeth.”

“My teeth?”

“Oh, my fucking God,” you groan. “Bite me, Munson.”

Eddie shakes his head at you and sinks his teeth into your skin again before licking it to soothe the area when you hiss. Your head falls back. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Your grip on his hair tightens in response and he laughs at you again.

“That feels good, though, baby? You like when I use my teeth on you? Mark you, make you mine?”

“You know I do,” you sigh, lolling your head to the side to look at him again. He smiles.

“My good girl. My pretty girl. What else do you want, baby?”

You whine and put your hand on the crown of his head in an attempt to push him down further.

“Your words,” he warns, nipping at your stomach and leaving an angry, raised red mark. “Use them.”

“I want your mouth,” you say, opening your legs wider when he eases further down between them and brings his hands under you to cup your ass. “I want your mouth on me.”

“My mouth is on you,” Eddie whispers. The sun is starting to rise through the window behind your bed, and Eddie glances up from where he lays between your legs to watch you toss your haloed head back against the pillow when he presses a particularly gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. You look back down at him.

“Tell me what you want,” Eddie murmurs, eyes locked on your face.

When you don’t answer him right away, he grips your ass a little firmer, the rings on his fingers biting into your skin.

“I said,” he breathes, “you gotta tell me exactly what you want, sweet girl.”

“I want your mouth on my pussy,” you pant, and he smirks and presses his tongue flat against you, licking a wet path up the seam of you and then pulling away.

“God,” he groans. “You’re so wet, darling. And so sweet. This all for me?”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to answer him before he brings one hand up to press his middle finger against your hole, then traces along you from bottom to top, gathering your slick and bringing his finger up to his mouth. You’re leaned up on your elbows to watch him and your mouth falls open in a whine when you watch him suck the finger between his lips, smiling around it.

“Alright, baby. You’re being good, so I’ll give you what you want.”

Eddie leans in and presses a quick kiss to your hip bone before gripping your thighs in both of his hands, wrenching them apart, and attaching his mouth straight to your clit. He catches you off guard, and you react - trying to jump out of his grip, but he doesn’t let you get far, and soon you relax down further into the bed, let him make you feel good.

You close your eyes and murmur, “That’s it, baby,” and Eddie glances up, biting gently on your clit so you open your eyes again. He holds eye contact with you while he traces his tongue around it.

“I love you, Munson,” you sigh, fisting the curls at the back of his head. Eddie hums against you and your toes curl, but you don’t look away from him. He practically glistens in the golden light streaming through the windows. “You look so fucking pretty right now, it’s killing me.”

Eddie pulls back slightly, bringing his thumb up to circle your clit before you get the chance to whine at the loss of his mouth. He grins. “So what you’re saying is that you think I should always wake you up before the sun to go down on you?”

“Don’t ruin this for me,” you cry, but he just laughs.

“Oh, thank you, Eddie,” he says, trailing his hand down from your clit to press his middle and ring fingers inside of you. “Thank you for keeping me awake, thank you for not letting me go back to bed, thank you for -”

“Shut up, Munson.”

Eddie chuckles and curls his fingers up to press into that spot that takes your breath away. “Make me, baby.”

You gasp, grab a fistful of his hair, and press his face down against your cunt, canting your hips up for good measure. Eddie smiles into you and starts to slide his fingers in and out of you, licking a few quick stripes up the length of you before wrapping his lips around your clit once again. He’s sucking with such fervor that you can hardly think, babbling, “Fuck, fuck, Eddie, fuck,” over and over, your hand clenching in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder tightly.

Eddie reaches the hand that doesn’t have two fingers buried inside of you up to palm your breast, tweaking your nipple until you’re a squirming, squealing mess.

“Come on, baby, come for me. I know you want to. I can feel it. You’re doing so good, baby, that’s it, come on,” Eddie groans, a liturgy of sorts, and if you could have looked down at him right now, you’d have come at the sight of him rutting his hips down against the mattress to relieve the ache of his swollen cock.

You dig your nails into the skin of his back and Eddie groans against you, and the vibration, combined with both of his fingers pressing against that spot inside you that makes you see stars, pushes you over the edge. You screw your eyes shut, your toes curling against his back, and you hold him against you, encouraging him to keep working his mouth over you until you’ve finished. He gets the memo.

Once you’ve settled, Eddie pushes his fingers in, pulls out, then pushes them in once more, before removing them completely. He uses your soft inner thighs as leverage to hoist himself up onto his knees, but not before pressing two soft kisses to your oversensitive clit. You gasp and close your legs around his hips, and he rubs your stomach gently, carefully moving to lay beside you and pull you into his side.

You pant against his chest, wrapping one arm around his lower stomach, and recoil slightly when you feel a wet warmth against your bicep.

“Did you-?”

“Yeah, baby,” he says, and when you look up at him his face is flush with self-consciousness instead of arousal in the soft morning light.

“I’m sorry I-”

“Don’t be,” he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head and then tucking his chin on top of it.

The two of you are quiet for a moment before you say, “You know, it’s kind of hot. That it got you so worked up that I didn’t even need to touch you.”

Eddie sighs against you. “You do it for me, sweetheart. In every sense of the phrase.”

You smile at that, and sidle up closer to Eddie, who brings one hand up to push through your hair gently. Eventually, his fingers slow and then still altogether, and you roll your eyes when you hear him start to snore softly.

He fell back asleep. And now you’re wide awake. The bastard.

“I’m gonna kill you, Munson.”

You swear you hear him chuckle in his sleep.

[zodiyack]

Your Type II

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Eddie being a dick, Gareth and Chrissy being moral support for Eddie and Y/N, mentions of weed

Words: 1,638

Original Request: Ooh can you do an Eddie x cheerleader!reader who are friends and hang out. They start hanging out and even kiss. His friends (the older ones not the kids) notice he's hanging out with the reader and asks if they're dating but then he lies and says something like "never, she's not my type". Then the reader hears him and gets really upset and confronts him? Sorry I'm just a sucker for something angsty!  

Author's Note: I listened to I Really F**ked It Up by GIRLI while writing this, if you'd like to listen while you read. It's a good song and it felt right with this fic. I was told by my proofreading friend that there are grammar mistakes but I’m lazy

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Part One

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Their disbelief only grew, as well as their disappointment, as they watched their friend sit and watch, letting her leave. Mike opened his mouth, ready to join in on the lecturing, but Eddie snapped first.

"I know! I know, man." He bit his bottom lip, thinking. "Just give me a goddamn second." Eddie pulled himself up from the table, looking at Gareth and handing him his metal lunchbox, "watch the merchandise."

He sped walk to the doors, weaving between people to the best of his capabilities. He swore that every time he saw her in the distance, more people got in his way. There were hundreds of "excuse me"s, and "pardon"s spewn from his lips by the time he reached the doors. His speed walking turned to jogging. He reached her much easier than his attempts inside the cafeteria.

"What?" She whipped her head around, eyes red and puffy. Chrissy had her hand on her back, and had turned in unison. Eddie had yet another disappointed expression to look at when Chrissy faced him.

The words were caught in his throat. He felt his heart crumble at the look on Y/N's face, at the evidence of her own heart shattering. "Are you just going to stare? Make sure I'm not your type?" She spat through more tears.

"No, no, no, I promise it's nothing like that-"

Chrissy stepped in, "I'm pretty sure your promises are kind of meaningless at the moment, Eddie. Especially to her." The girl was too kindhearted to use his last name out of anger, but too good of a friend to not be angry for Y/N.

"I know." He looked away momentarily out of shame. "Look, I know, I know I fucked it up, like, really fucked it up, but-"

Chrissy closed her eyes and shook her head at the last word, Y/N followed with her thoughts on the matter. "I'm not interested in your 'but's, Munson. Nothing can excuse what you did. Really, I thought you'd apologize, but instead, you're trying to excuse it with a shitty 'but'."

Eddie realized his mistake there. But his mouth moved faster than his brain. "I didn't know you were there, babe, I-"

"You just wanted to look cool in front of your friends. Is that it? Or maybe you just feel sorry for yourself." Y/N shook her head. She turned and pulled Chrissy along with her.

Once more, he watched her walk away. Once more, he let it happen.

He moped around, sitting at the picnic bench in the forest. Part of him hoped she would come, but he knew she wouldn't. She was right. In a way.

He didn't feel sorry for himself before, but now, now he did. Eddie felt sorry that he lost the girl he pined for for years. He felt sorry that the best thing that ever happened to him walked away. But when he thought harder about it, he felt even more shame. Was it possible to feel sorry for her and sorry for himself and still be in the right?

"Hey man..." His picked his head up, Gareth coming into view with his lunchbox full of contraband. He set the box in front of Eddie. "Don't mean to interrupt your...groveling, but here's your shit."

"M' not groveling." Eddie grumbled.

Gareth sighed as he sat down across from him. "You caused a scene, she walked away, and I'm guessing she lectured you." Eddie's shameful nod prompted his continuation. "So she left you to think about what you did, which is exactly what you're doing. According to the dictionary, man, you're doing the two definitions of groveling."

"I'm not acting to get her forgiveness. I want it to be real."

"Groveling isn't acting." He snorted, "It's paying attention or being obedient but like... A little too much."

"So excessively?" Eddie tilted his head. Gareth nodded. "I mean, I don't feel like I'm being excessive. Even if she hadn't told me off, I'd still think about what I did wrong."

Gareth caught a rude glare from Eddie as he broke out into laughter. "That's the funniest thing you've said all day."

"It's true!"

"No, Eddie, it's not." He lifted a hand to brush through his fluffy hair, "You might, but first you'd drown yourself in weed, campaigns, anything to distract yourself. We've seen you mope before, just never about a girl you were actually dating."

The word "were" stuck with Eddie. He found himself focusing on it more than anything else Gareth said. It pained him even more. "Am I a bad person?"

Gareth met his eyes again. "Huh?"

"Am I a bad person?" He asked again.

"A bad boyfriend, pretty much, but a bad person... I mean, you're not terrible?" Gareth chuckled softly when Eddie glared again. "You're not a bad person."

"Then why am I like this?" He seemed desperate, his voice broke. "I don't, I don't want to be like this, man."

"You just let your emotions and other people's opinions dictate your choices. And sometimes," Gareth shrugged, "those clash."

"So what should I do?"

The plaid vested boy rose from the bench. Eddie's eyes bored into his, begging silently for help. "I dunno, man. Maybe the groveling was the right choice. Now I have to get to class, you should do the same."

"Hey. Eddie wants to meet you at his spot." Gareth shifted on his feet. He felt awkward, a "freak" interacting with the popular cheerleaders.

Y/N crossed her arms. "Eddie can go fuck himself."

"Please. Give him a chance to talk. He's been thinking about what happened nonstop." Part of him wanted to help his friend, the other part wanted him to be okay enough to partake in the campaign tomorrow night. The best friend part of him won, for the most part. "He won't stop moping and shit."

"Serves him right." Despite her immediate response, Y/N was thinking over it.

"I agree. He did a shitty thing. But you'd be just as shitty to not hear him out." Chrissy snapped her head in his direction and widened her eyes at him, reminding him of his place in this argument. "Sorry, that was uncalled for-"

"No, you're right. I'm only giving him this one chance." Gareth looked hopeful. "But he starts making excuse, I'm leaving. I'm not going to be his fucking therapist."

He wasted no time leading the two cheerleaders to the forest. Had he not been rushing to get there, he would've been more cautious. He cringed at the thought that invaded his head. What would people think? One of the freaks luring two of Hawkins High's best into the woods? Surely someone would've called the cops. The thoughts vanished when Eddie came into his sight.

Gareth began walking back, taking his time. Chrissy looked between the two, then back to Y/N, like she was waiting for instruction. "I'm fine. I'll be back, don't worry." Y/N assured her with a hug.

She remained standing as she watched Chrissy disappear into the trees. Only when she was gone, did Y/N take a seat across from Eddie. The tension was heavy and thick. Almost suffocating.

"I'm here. So, talk to me. No excuses."

Eddie let go of control, his emotions in the cockpit.

"I hate myself. So fucking much. Because I was no different than those shitty assholes who play around with girls' feelings and act like a different person in public. I hate myself for making you cry. I hate myself for making it harder for you to stick around." His eyes met hers and instantly, he realized his mouth had been doing all the work again.

"Once again, you're feeling sorry for yourself." She scoffed and moved to stand. Eddie's hand grabbed hers, and she snatched it away, but hesitated before she did so.

"Please, just listen." She seemed just as hesitant, contemplative, but remained seated. "All I can do is say sorry. Every time, and I wanted to be better than that."

"Don't want to be better, Eddie. Just be better." It wasn't meant to be mean, just an observation. A command he wanted so desperately to meet if it meant he'd get her back.

"I'm working towards that." He grinned nervously, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what. Apologies-"

"Apologies don't work or count or whatever if you don't say what they're for, I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I made excuses for all the hurt I put onto you. I'm sorry I let my friends' opinions get to my head. I'm sorry that I was a shitty boyfriend."

He sat, waiting for her answer, but avoiding her eyes. His own gaze was fixated in the leaves below his feet.

"You have a tendency to do that." She sighed.

Eddie finally met her eyes, questions lingering on his lips, along with the apologies and "I hate myself"s. His brows furrowed, "Which part are you referring to, exactly?"

"People's opinions." Y/N stated. "People's opinions and your emotions don't make the best duo. We come from different crowds with different opinions. But I don't pretend that I'm not dating you to save face for the squad or the team."

"I wasn't trying..." He stopped himself, grabbing the reigns metaphorically of course. "I was. I let the opinions I didn't even know and the opinions of assholes get in the way of our relationship. I know I fucked it up. I'm really sorry."

"I know." Eddie waited. He waited for her to say those three words. Any of the possible combinations. "I love you" "I forgive you" "I'm sorry too". He waited with his heart in his throat.

"But you've already lit the damn dynamite, and I'm still recovering from the blast."

He was a hurricane, blowing through the town of Hawkins. He was a hurricane, and she was caught in the eye of his storm.

You didn't think she'd forgive him that easy, did you? I'm sorry lmao but the angst was too good, especially with the song

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"Ours" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Just a cute little fic about Reader and Steve moving into their first apartment together 🫶🏻

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Munson!Reader

Word Count: 1,076

Content Warning: food consumption, minor sexual humor, tiny mention of weed, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff of the tooth rotting variety

Extra Notes: hellcheer is canon because this is my blog and i make the rules 😤

Based On the Prompt: "Housewarming" from this year's @domaystic prompts

Originally Written: 04/08/2023 through 4/12/2023

honeysuckleharringtons masterlist can be found here!

"Well, that's the last box," Steve sighed, placing the cardboard box onto the hardwood of your new apartment. Your first apartment. Your first apartment with Steve.

You giggled as you ran over to him, flinging yourself into his arms. "You forgot something," you reminded him. Your hands flew to his cheeks, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

"Mmm," he chuckled against your lips. "Come here." With one swift movement, you were in his arms and on the other side of the door. He carried you over the threshold, stopping in the door and meeting your lips again. He tasted like sweat from carrying boxes all day in the sweltering May heat, but you just kept on kissing him.

"Now," he said, "it's officially ours."

The day passed rather quickly, most of it being spent assembling the new bed frame and unpacking the things you'd need right away. Just as you were unloading the last of the toiletries, you heard a knock at the front door.

You passed by Steve, who was hard at work building the kitchen table. When you reached the door, the tousled brown hair on the opposite side of the glass let you know exactly who was waiting for you.

"You just missed me that much, huh?" you laughed before pulling Eddie in for a hug. You'd moved out of the trailer nine hours ago and already, he missed you.

"Actually, it was Blondie's idea to come see you," he said, ruffling a hand through Chrissy's hair.

Her cerulean eyes nearly rolled into the back of their sockets. "Don't let him fool you. He's missed you just as much as I have," she said, cutting her eyes at him. "Anyway," she continued before lifting up the plate in her hands, "I made you brownies. Although, Eddie helped so maybe don't eat them if you're putting together furniture."

Eddie threw his hands up in surrender. "You make pot brownies one time and you never live it down."

You laughed before leading them into the apartment and taking the plate over to the newly built table. "Well, you guys want the tour?"

"Hell yeah, we do," Eddie chirped. He'd been just as excited about your new apartment as you and Steve were. Every day, he'd come home from work and ask if you'd found one yet, and when you finally decided on one, he'd ran around the room in excitement.

You and Steve led them through the apartment, pure happiness spread across both of your faces. It was a quaint little one-bedroom place you'd found in the next town over from Hawkins, just perfect for your first apartment together.

Chrissy fawned over how beautiful the place was while Eddie made jokes about how small it was going to feel when baby Harringtons came along. You slapped your brother on the shoulder, and Steve just laughed along with him because he knew it was true.

You looked around as the four of you walked back to the living room, and you couldn't help but let out a grateful sigh as you leaned into Steve's embrace. You had your friends and your boy and you wouldn't have it any other way.

And when the afternoon somehow faded from Eddie and Chrissy helping you with unpacking into the four of you splitting a couple of cheese pizzas on the floor, you found yourself sighing again.

"You guys should try it, ranch on pizza is delicious," Eddie claimed, shoveling a big bite of his pizza into his mouth.

Chrissy scoffed. "You get no say in this argument. You put hot sauce on ice cream one time!"

Eddie's eyes rolled harder than you'd ever seen before. "OK, it's called experimentation."

"You were high!" Chrissy laughed before eating a bite of her crust. "Why should I ever trust a man who experiments when he's not sober?"

His hand landed on her cheek as he pulled her in closer. "Do you trust him to kiss you when he is sober?" he chuckled, his lips landing on hers.

"Boo!" Steve yelled, throwing his crumpled napkin at Eddie's head. "Only we're allowed to make out in this living room!"

"Hey, this a safe space," you teased as your hands found their way to Steve's messy mop of curls. "Anyone can kiss anyone here."

Steve's lips landed on yours for a laughter-filled kiss, your hands tugging at his hair to pull him even closer. His hands settled on your cheeks, like he was trying to accomplish the same goal.

"Bleh," you heard Eddie say. "That's my cue to leave."

The back of Chrissy's hand slapped against Eddie's shoulder, and you couldn't help but laugh when she teased, "Are you five?"

"Yes," you answered for him. "Always has been, always will be. Keep that in mind when you marry him."

She glanced down at the beautiful ring that sat on her left hand before looking back up at the man beside her. "Well, child's personality or not, I still think you're pretty great."

"Yeah?" he smirked, giving her another peck. "Well, I think you're pretty great too, Chrissy Cunningham."

Steve looked down at his wristwatch, a frown forming on his face as he noticed the time. "Unfortunately, I think it's getting pretty late," he said, copying the tone Chrissy and Eddie had used.

A sideways smile worked its way to your lips as everyone stood from their spots. Part of you was happy to have Steve all to yourself again, while another part of you was sad that your best friends had to leave.

Everyone said their goodbyes, and soon it was just you and Steve. His hands settled on your hips while your arms sat on his shoulders, just enjoying his scent, his embrace, him. Your eyes met his beautiful, big, brown eyes, and you swore you saw his pupils turn into hearts. You both stayed silent, just holding each other, settling into the feeling of your new home.

Steve was the first to speak, simply meeting you with, "I love you."

You gave him a soft kiss before placing your head against his chest. You listened to his breathing, and you were sure that if you died right then, you'd die a happy woman. "I love you too."

"I can't believe I get to call this place ours. Not mine, not yours. Ours."

You let out a breath against his chest and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him flush against you. "Ours."

Welcome one and all to the first fourth day of doMAYstic2023!!

ok so maybe i'm a few days late... i will be catching up on the prompts i missed at a later date, just not today. this was supposed to be posted yesterday but tumblr ate the post and i'm just now getting a chance to post it 🥲

so, just like with whumptober, my schedule is gonna be a little different! so, every odd number prompt will be a Steve Harrington fic that will be posted here! and every even number prompt will be a Spencer Reid fic posted on @reidsaurora!

anyway, i will see you guys tomorrow (?) for another day of DoMAYstic2023!!

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[chickenfics]

the way I love the ocean

Relationship: Robin Buckley x Female!Reader

Summary: It was the summer of ‘87. Nothing in your life had prepared you for Robin, but somehow everything had begun falling into place. It all started with a movie and a pair of ocean-blue eyes, and suddenly you were dancing to a Jukebox in a long-closed diner, or racing down the length of a pier, swimming in the moon-dipped lake and walking her home down yellow-lit streets, talking about the way The Smiths sound like indigo and the best time of the summer is when the fireflies start to come out.

It was the summer of ‘87, and you were falling in love.

Word Count: 6.8k

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Chapter 6: Interlude for a Mixtape in the Making

You opened your eyes to the brightness of the sun streaming through unfamiliar windows. Your back hurt and your legs ached, and you had a pounding headache -- but despite all that, something inside you felt light; lighter than it had ever been before. You were almost afraid you’d start floating toward the ceiling. In fact, maybe you would have if your head wasn’t pounding as much as it was.

Rolling sideways on the cushions, you furrowed your brow and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, stretching out until your feet brushed the arm of the couch. It must have been late; it felt like it was late -- something in the air, perhaps, or the way that the sun was already so bright. You would have checked the clock if you knew where it was, and Steve’s house was big, so there was a lot of ground to cover. 

You didn’t really care, anyway. It was a Saturday. You didn’t work. Your parents thought you were at a friend’s house -- which, technically you were; you were just… at the house of the best friend of the girl you’d kissed. Regardless, you were content to take today slow, and not just because you were hungover from last night. You didn’t want to leave Robin, and going home would mean exactly that. 

Searching the floor beneath the couch, you quickly located her in a pile of blankets. Steve had pulled a spare roll-up mattress from the closet which he claimed his parents had bought for camping but never used. You’d tried to convince Robin to take the couch, but she was determined that you have it. Eventually, after a few seconds of you both trying to convince the other, Eddie raised his hands and flapped them through the air, barely swallowing his mouthful of pizza before telling you to quit being so disgustingly cute and just make a decision already so they could start the movie. 

So you’d wound up sleeping on the couch. The couch which, originally, everyone had piled onto to watch 'Halloween' after Steve had given you and Robin some dry clothes to change into and thrown your wet ones into the drier. As he handed you a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and pointed you towards the bathroom, all you could think of was how Robin definitely hadn’t been overexaggerating -- he was exactly like a mother hen. After letting you both get changed and complaining to Eddie because “Really? Another horror movie?” he dialed up the local pizza shop and ordered dinner. Once it arrived, everyone settled onto the couch to watch Eddie’s choice of movie, which Steve didn’t actually mind despite how much of a show he’d made about it. 

Steve and Eddie were practically sitting in each other’s laps, their legs tangled up and folded into one another. Robin was next to Eddie, and he kept reaching over to play with her hair until eventually, she wound up letting him braid it so he had something to fiddle with. Which meant she’d wound up sitting sideways and looking at you -- which also meant that you’d wound up having a very hard time paying attention to the movie. 

It didn’t matter -- you all had barely gotten halfway through before the pizza was gone and everyone was dropping like flies. Eddie was the first to fall asleep, his head bumping onto Steve’s shoulder. Robin soon followed, and Steve made the call. 

“We should probably get these nerds to bed,” he whispered, smiling fondly at his sleeping friends, his eyes lingering on Eddie’s face. 

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling at Robin. The night felt warm, and Steve’s big house felt full. 

“Robin,” you whispered, grabbing her knee. “Hey, Robs… c’mon, wake up.”

“Mnh,” Robin grunted, then you were staring into her big blue eyes as she blinked away her sleepiness.

“Come on,” you held out your hands. “We have to free Eddie so he can get to bed”

Robin hummed, nodding like she knew exactly what you were talking about, and grabbed your hands without further question. You felt your heart swell as you carefully pulled her up. 

Steve was helping Eddie up similarly, pulling him up by his hands and then into his side. 

“Niiiiiight everybody,” Eddie hummed, swaying into Steve as he raised his hand in a wave. 

“Night Eddie,” Robin smiled, her eyes already closed again. 

“Hey, you guys good down here?” Steve asked you. 

“Yeah. Thanks, Steve.”

“Sure thing,” he nodded. “We’ll be just upstairs, the door at the end of the hallway if you need anything, alright?”

“‘Course. Thanks again for letting us crash. And the, uh, clothes and stuff.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he waved, smiling faintly at you. “Glad you could come along. It's been nice, having another adult friend. I need more of those. I'm hanging out with so many twelve-year-olds, it's making me crazy.”

“Well, you are welcome,” you smirked, and Steve just shook his head in an endearingly fond manner that had your heart feeling warm. 

Eddie waved at you as Steve helped him towards the stairs. You waved back as you helped Robin onto the floor, making sure she had enough pillows and blankets to be comfortable before settling down onto the couch. She reached over to turn the lamp off, and suddenly the house was dark and quiet and it was just the two of you. You could see her silhouette in the light coming from outside the windows, dim and ghostly blue, and the thought that she was there sleeping beneath you suddenly made breathing seem like something so complicated. Then Robin shifted. 

“I…” her soft, raspy voice felt so small in all the darkness and the space. If you hadn’t known better you would have thought it was coming from a mouse. “I still don't know how this is real. I mean, like… how did any of this happen?”

You took a deep breath -- one that escaped you in a laugh that was just as small as Robin’s voice. “I… don’t know. I really don’t,” you giggled. “God, I never thought I would ever…”

“Ever find someone that actually…”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And, like… have it work.”

“Me neither,” she agreed. 

“Let’s,” you pulled at a thread on Steve’s shirt. “Let’s try to make it work. Even if it's hard. I really want this to work…”

Robin shifted again, rolling over so she could blink up at your form, seeking it out even though she couldn’t see anything more than the outline of the shape of you. 

“Yeah,” she whispered. "Me too."

You laughed softly in the darkness and she joined you, and all that laughter had somehow made the house feel even fuller. After soft “goodnight”’s murmured around smiles, the little bubble the four of you had created inside the Harrington household was one drop away from bursting at the seams. 

Now, in the light of the morning, as the rays slanted through the half-closed blinds across the window, the atmosphere didn’t feel so urgent -- but the warmth continued to linger. A stream of light had fallen across Robin’s face while she slept; cutting across her eyes and slanting down along the bridge of her nose to settle against her cheekbone. Her freckles were a chestnut brown against her skin, and the sun made them look warm. Once again you were overwhelmed with how beautiful she was. Especially like this -- asleep after a night that had been so wonderful you weren't completely convinced that it had even been real. It felt like a dream.

It felt equally unreal as you watched her begin to wake; the shift of her positioning, the little wiggle of her hips as she started to stretch before her eyelashes began to flutter, fanning slowly like a butterfly resting on a flower a moment before she bloomed. You forced yourself to look away as her eyes opened, missing the first morning sight of them for the sake of keeping secret the fact that you’d been staring. 

It only took her a few seconds of consciousness before she was the one staring at you. 

“Mornin’,” she hummed, stretching her arms above her head, bending her elbows to ruffle her hair, and God if you could, you never would have woken up any other way. Everything she did was intoxicating; you didn’t know how you’d survive it. 

“Morning,” you replied. It was a start. Because maybe you couldn’t survive it after all, but you would at least try. You’d at least enjoy every bit of it until it consumed you like a supernova or a giant black hole in outer space. You’d enjoy what you couldn't survive, and it would be something beautifully destructive. 

Robin sat up with a little grunt and began to comb her hands through her hair. 

“Uh, how did you sleep?”

“Good. You?”

“Not bad,” she replied with a nod. She nodded once more, glancing around the room like she was looking for something. You got the sense that she’d already found it but was afraid to say anything about it. 

“Hey,” you murmured, waiting until she turned to look at you before tilting your head. “You alright down there?”

Robin smiled, laughing softly at her lap. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, I just… can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you replied. “Anything.”

“I just… okay,” she shifted, lifting her hands to gesture with them. You loved how she talked with her hands. “I’m just not exactly sure how we go about, you know… everything. Like, I want to say nothing’s changed but obviously that’s not true. Something has changed, but also we’re still just us, right?”

You managed to nod before she was barreling on.

“But like, now ‘us’ feels a little bit more… complicated -- in a good way! I just… I don’t want things to be awkward between us now that… you know…”

“Robin,” you gently interjected. She gave you a doe-eyed look and you struggled back a smile. “I get it. I mean, of course things are gonna feel a little different. Good different, like you said,” you did smile now. “But, uh… we’re still friends, right? That hasn’t changed. There are… other layers to it, sure, but that part is still there. So I guess maybe,” you shrugged. “Maybe we just keep focusing on that part and let whatever happens happen.”

“I like that,” Robin sighed in relief. “Just, uh, one condition."

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes with a smirk. 

“I get to keep kissing you. Please tell me I get to keep kissing you.”

You ducked your head, leaning slightly over the couch as you smiled. In a way, calling Robin your friend was true. In a way, it was also the thing that would protect you from anyone outside of this house -- anyone who would see you and her and want to rip away your color. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I mean, you better keep kissing me,” you added with a smirk. “What are friends for?”

Robin grinned, eyes half-lidded. She leaned to match you, then reached up and let her fingers ghost across your cheek, guiding you further toward her. 

“Right,” she smiled. “Friends…” 

Her thumb traced a line beside your nose as she tilted her chin up, stretched her neck to meet her lips with yours. They were warm and they moved with careful attentiveness. Despite all of her excitement, Robin kissed slowly, like she was taking the time to feel every atom of your skin. When she pulled back, a part of you went with her. She’d taken all that careful time with you that she’d dislodged some essential part of your being with her lips, taken it into her skin to hold it safely within her body. 

“Oh shit,” she suddenly realized. “I totally forgot about morning breath.”

You scoffed, smiling down at the floor. 

“Please. It’s definitely worth a little morning breath.”

Robin opened her mouth in a grin, obviously about to say something before she was interrupted by a knock on the wall. 

“Hey! Can we come down? You guys are, like, decent and everything?”

Robin rolled her eyes up towards the ceiling and snorted loud enough that you were worried she’d hurt her head. 

“Yes, dingus. What, did you think we were down here going at it like two rabbits?”

“I don’t know,” Steve defensively replied, his disheveled form appearing at the top of the stairs. “Just wanted to make sure. You never know…”

“Please. We’re not like you and Eddie.”

“Uhm, I don’t appreciate the implication of your tone, Buckley,” Eddie’s equally disheveled head popped into view. Surprisingly, though, he looked more put together than Steve did.

“Oh yeah?” Robin dryly countered. “Do you perhaps have anything to prove my implication wrong?”

“All I’ll say,” Eddie started as he began to saunter down the stairs. “Is that I’m surprised you ladies didn’t hear our King Steve last night. I mean, he seemed to really be enjoying that thing I do with my--”

“Jesus Christ, would you shut up. They don’t want to hear about that shit.”

“Normally I would agree, but considering you’re, like, five different shades of red right now, I would actually love to hear the end of that sentence.”

“I am not, you asshole,” Steve insisted, grabbing a pillow off the couch to hurl at Robin’s head before padding into the kitchen. 

“No, Buckley's right. I’ve never seen someone turn tomato and firetruck red at the same time. That’s gotta be some kind of record, Stevie.”

“You guys are horrible,” you chuckled, pulling yourself to your feet and stretching. 

“Aren’t we?” Eddie teasingly agreed, clutching a hand to his chest. “Makes you wonder about the people you pick to hang out with, eh new girl?”

“Nope,” you replied with an overly sweet smile. “As long as they keep feeding me and treating me nice, I have no complaints.”

“We’ll always treat you nice,” Robin insisted as she began to get up. You offered her a hand, which Eddie squinted at. “Trust me, I’d never let these shitbirds get a word in.”

“Oh, come on,” Eddie argued. “You have nothing to worry about. I do have standards, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve’s head appeared around the corner. “Those standards just include bullying me, right?”

“Why of course, King Steve. You’re too easy."

“They’re ridiculous,” Robin said to you, like that single observation was enough to excuse the fact that she was friends with them. You just smiled and wrapped an arm around the small of her back, letting it rest there for a moment that lasted long enough for you both to realize that this was the new normal. The room suddenly felt hotter. 

“Alright asshats, get in here. Everybody has to eat something before they leave because I am not taking responsibility for any of you jerk-faces getting sick.”

“Someone’s in a good mood,” Robin winced, then grabbed your hand to lead you towards the kitchen even though you already knew where it was.

Something about the atmosphere in Steve's house had shifted in the night. You weren't sure what, but you thought maybe it had something to do with the way that you knew Steve and Eddie had slept together -- and the way that they knew you knew. Maybe it also had something to do with the way you and Robin were attached at the hip. 

You felt Eddie's eyes following you, knew he was studying you in that silent, scrutinizing way that only he could manage to pull the judgment from and get rid of entirely. You should have felt worried, the fact that these two people you'd just recently met, or anyone for that matter, now knew something you'd always tried to keep hidden. You should have been afraid because for so long that part of yourself had been an unwilling blemish. You'd always thought if anyone found out, somehow the world would stop turning and everyone would point and know. 

But instead… instead of being worried or afraid, something just felt right; like out of the blue something about you had clicked into place and now you understood this beautiful notion that being seen was a gift when it was the right kind of people seeing you. Truly seeing you -- and not just that, but seeing themselves in you. 

And something in Eddie's eyes made you think that maybe he was seeing some version of himself in you -- a part that was now confirmed in the daylight after a night of silent speculation. In Steve's eyes, all you saw was pride, maybe a bit of smugness as he served you both breakfast. It felt good, that space inside the house. It felt safe like nothing you'd ever known. You wanted to stay forever -- so long that you forgot the rest of the world existed. You were willing to forget every bit of it just to keep all this love you were feeling. 

The morning went by too quickly. The morning that you knew would have to come to an end because your parents were expecting you back home. The morning that you knew with its ending would also bring the end of this weekend that had been so abstractly, surprisingly wonderful. The one thing you managed to hold onto was that with its end came a distinct new beginning. You were hopeful of what it might be filled with. 

You got the idea that Robin was thinking something similar. She was all smiles while you ate breakfast -- a little quiet, maybe, but she bumped shoulders with you every chance she got. 

“We’ll have to do this sometime when we’re not hungover,” Steve commented, maybe a little too casually, like he didn’t want anyone to think he wanted it too much. 

“What’s the fun in that, Harrington?” Eddie teased -- gently, gentler than usual. Maybe he could tell -- maybe there was a story there that you didn’t know. 

Maybe a big house got lonely. 

“Okay fine -- if it makes you feel better we can start sober and end hungover.”

“Sounds like my kind of party."

“We definitely should,” Robin chimed in. “We can use your pool next time.” She spared you a look and you felt the blood heating up as it rushed through your veins. 

“Sure,” Steve shrugged. “And maybe I can actually cook us some dinner.”

“I could bring dessert from the diner,” you offered, feeling shy to speak up. That feeling was gone before you knew it when the boys smiled excitedly. 

“Anybody doing anything next weekend?” 

You all looked around at each other, confirming four “no”’s. 

“Let’s do it then,” Eddie made the final decision. He raised his mug of orange juice in a toast. “Party at Harrington’s.”

You raised your cup of water. Robin didn’t have a drink so she lifted her bowl of cereal while Steve managed to one-up her weirdness by throwing a spatula into the mix. You clinked them all together. 

“Bring a swimsuit,” Steve said, an added punctuation at the end of the agreement. 

“Or… don’t,” Eddie mischievously added -- the parenthesis. “I think a few members of our party are already well-versed in the art of skinny dipping…” 

Robin launched a soggy cheerio at his forehead while you insisted that you’d both been practically fully clothed. Eddie just grinned and ate the cheerio. Steve declared that the pancakes were done. 

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You insisted that this time you were more than capable of biking yourself home. Robin had just opened her mouth to protest when Steve threw a leftover pancaked in her direction -- payback for Eddie, perhaps. Robin dodged, scandalized, and Steve gave her a warning look. 

“The lady’s spoken,” he said. Robin rolled her eyes. They softened, though, when they met yours. 

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Besides, if this is going to become a regular thing, eventually I’m gonna owe Steve my weight in gas money.”

“I’m glad someone finally said it,” he muttered. 

Eddie threw back the last of his OJ and said, “I don’t mind giving anyone a ride.”

“You tryin’ to show me up, Munson?”

“No, I just don’t mind doing favors for friends.”

“Ha ha,” Steve humorlessly laughed, but still, they both turned to you. 

“I’m fine -- really,” you said, eyes widening a bit under their scrutiny. “But thanks, guys. I appreciate it.”

“Sure thing, kid,” Steve nodded, and you couldn’t help but smirk at how cute he was; like someone’s mother. If what Robin said was to be believed, about their several kid friends, then he was more like a few someone���s mothers. 

You helped him wash up the dishes -- a few cups, a bowl, a plate -- then headed into the hall to grab your shoes. Steve had already given your clothes back, and you’d returned his, knowing that your parents would have had a coronary if you came back from a supposed girls’ night wearing some boy’s t-shirt and boxers. It would have been funny, though; they'd be so wrong about so many things -- Steve and who he was as a person, for starters, and the nature of your relationship… and Robin. It would have been funny if the risk of them learning the truth didn’t weigh so heavily in your stomach or leave a bad taste in your mouth. 

Robin followed you into the hallway, was there when you turned around, along with a smile so soft that it make you forget about everything unpleasant in life for just a moment. Something about her was melodic, like a tune you couldn’t get out of your head; one you were gradually learning the lyrics to so you could sing along while you went about your day, a secret ritual that no one else would ever know about. 

“Hey,” she said, soft, like the chord struck at the very beginning of the song, setting all the other notes into motion. “Where’s your head gone?”

“Oh,” you played with the hem of your shirt, unable to help feeling embarrassed that she’d noticed. “Just thinking.”

She nodded, glancing out into the hallway before finding your eyes again. 

“Let me walk you home?”

It was offered with a sort of awkward optimism; a hope that she was still reading things right. 

“Yeah,” you replied, a smile, a swell across the sheet music that sent the notes soaring towards the promise of a chorus; a chance. You emerged from the hallway standing side-by-side, together in a way that seemed new and a bit groundbreaking -- enough to notice, at least. It felt different -- felt like the turning of a well-worn page, another step towards that chorus. You couldn’t wait to hear what it sounded like. 

Robin told Steve she’d see him on Monday. 

“Bright and early,” he replied with a trailing, muttered, “As usual.”

You thanked him for letting you crash on his couch. He made a joke about not needing to run off into the woods the next time you wanted to stay the night. Robin remembered that she’d left her work uniform in his car and made him promise to bring it, “or Keith’ll have our asses.” Stever rolled his eyes and told her to “get lost already, nerd.” Eddie, who had been silently acting disinterested in the whole affair, approached Robin with a little, very mischievous hop, hands tucked behind his back, and stiffly leaned over to give her a quick peck on the cheek. She made a show of looking disgusted and wiping it off with her wrist. 

“Ew.” 

“Stay out of trouble,” he lowly sang, raising his eyebrows to add to the showmanship you’d come to love. Then his endearingly open affection was turned to you, but all he did was blow you a kiss and give a little wave. 

“Until next time, new girl.” The nickname had become fond, and you were kind of glad it had stuck. 

“Bye Eddie,” you smirked, waving at the boys as you headed for the front door, missing their shared glances so you could focus on Robin instead.

By the time Eddie muttered, with much affectionate sarcasm, “Well Christ, isn’t she just the worst,” you were already too far out the door to hear Steve’s soft laughter.  

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The afternoon was young, and though you were going home, it felt full of possibilities, like maybe it would just keep on stretching and never stop; one endless, infinite space. You steered your bike with one hand pressed into the middle of the handrails, and it was a balancing act to keep it steady. Your other hand hung open between you and Robin with an air of something like anticipation. 

You were walking in comfortable silence, which, to be honest, you hadn’t been quite sure Robin was capable of. Maybe something had changed, though; something had dissolved -- her nervousness, maybe -- now that you’d kissed. Not only that but you’d talked about it, which somehow felt just as meaningful. Just as important. Regardless, she seemed comfortable with the quiet and the slow, casual pace of your walking. You don’t think you’d ever walked so slow before in your life. Something about the endless afternoon, something about the longing for it was slowing you down. It was like you were walking through a dream; your limbs felt all floaty and irrelevant. You felt like your walking wasn’t really taking you anywhere, just holding you in place. 

Robin’s hand brushed yours as you turned onto your street. Just a few more houses now. You thought of Robin walking home by herself and suddenly wished that you didn’t have to stop -- wished you could just keep on going, staying contently in the place where you were going nowhere. Your pinkies slid together -- a seamless hook, a single point of contact, and a promise that held you together like a stitch. 

“Maybe I can swing by Family Video on Monday,” you said, a question just in case she didn’t want you to. 

“Oh -- yeah, I’d like that.”

“Okay,” you smiled, then glanced down at your feet. “I can, uh, bring milkshakes. That way Steve will have something to focus on other than why I’m suddenly hanging around more than usual.” You’d stopped by Family Video before, sure, but this felt different and you were somehow sure that Steve would know that. 

“I think he’s already onto us,” Robin admitted. “Actually, scratch that, he definitely is. He, uh,” she blushed at the sidewalk, gently swinging her arm -- swinging yours with it. “He actually swore from day one that you liked me. I was scared out of my mind that it was really nothing and you were just being polite and all, but Steve--” She shook her head fondly. “That tape that you bought, ‘Tango in the Night?’ He said that you got it because I’d pointed it out to you. I felt like I was losing my mind trying to decide if I thought he was right -- he’s not always the best at reading girls, as you can probably tell by now,” she laughed. 

You were trying to take all of that in, the fact that, as you stood outside the store with your back pressed against the rough stone trying to catch your breath, Robin had been trying to figure out if you liked her or not. 

“I did,” you said, voice a sudden spark of energy. Robin looked at you. “The tape… I did buy it because of you. I,” you felt your skin heat up. “I listened to it as soon as I got home.”

You left out the part where you’d thought about her, wondered if you’d ever see her again -- if she could ever feel the same way about you that you did her. 

“This is bonkers crazy,” Robin said, looking over at you with clear, smiling eyes. You knew you were smiling back. 

“Oh, for sure insane,” you agreed. She gave your arm another little swing. 

“This is you,” she suddenly said, stopping. You glanced up and sure enough there stood your house -- baby blue siding, white faded porch, dry grass, and a glimpse of curtains in the windows. 

You and Robin pulled away at the same time, with the same urgency -- and the same reluctance, despite it all. 

“I kind of regret not kissing you a couple of streets back.”

You smiled. “Well, look at it this way -- on Monday we can kiss all you want.”

“True, but I’m definitely locking us in the break room so Steve can't ruin it.”

The laughter between you felt good; warm. Robin shifted, holding one forearm and leaning between her two feet. 

“I’ll be seeing you, then…”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “See ya.”

Robin nodded twice, her hair fanning across her cheek, sweeping away quick enough to reveal a secret, almost mischievous smile. She took a few steps backward in retreat, poking her tongue into her cheek as she looked at you like she knew a secret the whole world would never get their hands on. 

She’d just turned around when you called, “Hey Rob.” She stopped, spinning lazily back around to look at you, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket. “Call me so I know you got home?”

Her lips curled back into a grin, revealing rows of white teeth. You thought you saw a twinkle in her eyes. 

“Sure thing, earthling,” she smoothly replied, giving you a wink before turning on her heels and heading down the sidewalk.

Despite all her smoothness -- which, you had to admit, drove you crazy -- she looked back just before turning off your street. You’d reached your porch by now, and had also glanced behind you one last time. Robin raised a hand, wiggling her fingers in a little wave as she ducked her head -- and you loved that side of her, too; the dorky, adorable side. The side that tripped over her own feet because she was too busy watching you. You could see her glance down, almost confused -- but by the time she glanced back up, her face was outlined in laughter. 

You could almost hear it. 

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Robin waited until Monday. She’d planned on waiting until Steve picked her up, but something had come up with Dustin’s mom and Steve was closer than Eddie, so Robin had agreed that she’d be fine to bike for once while he drove Dustin -- even though she was about ready to explode with eagerness. In a way, the bike ride sort of helped; by the time she walked into Family Video she was fairly out of breath -- enough that Steve had a few seconds to prepare himself. And Steve knew her well enough to know that he’d better use those few seconds wisely because he wasn’t likely to know peaceful silence until he dropped her at home that evening. Sure enough, Robin took a deep, gasping breath and then, 

“Holy shit, Steve.”

“Good morning to you too,” he muttered, but she gave him one of her looks, so he caved. “Good ‘holy shit’ or bad ‘holy shit?’” he asked. 

“Good -- good, so good, oh my God.”

“Alright, take a breath,” he mumbled, not yet willing to let her good mood rub off on him. It would, eventually, but he needed to play up the annoyance for at least another few minutes. Besides, it was barely half past eight; not enough coffee in the world could help him catch up with Robin energy-wise. 

As he’d suggested, the girl took another breath. Her hair was frizzy, sticking up in wild angles from the wind, and her cheeks were flushed from the ride over. Once she was able to breathe normally, she let out a half-repressed squeal. 

“Jesus -- what?” he demanded, but he was pretty sure he already knew. 

“Steve,” she reached forward and grabbed his vest -- which reminded her -- “Hey, you do have my--”

“Yeah yeah, I have your damn vest,” he said, then raised an impatient eyebrow, but Robin just stared down at her hands. 

“Robin!” he practically yelled, finally jumpstarting her memory of whatever she was so excited to tell him. 

“Oh! Yeah,” she furrowed her brow almost like she was in pain, then released and smoothed over his vest as she began to talk. 

“We,” her voice dropped to a whisper. “We kissed, Steve.”

He resisted the urge to fist-bump the air. He’d suspected as much, but he couldn’t tell for sure… 

“She kissed me. Well, I mean, it was sort of a mutual thing -- can you even believe it? -- and once it started she didn’t stop, or, like, freakout or anything, and -- God, it was, like, the most amazing thing I think I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.”

Her hands were gesturing, fingers curling and uncurling, brow knit together just enough that Steve knew she was thinking back to it 

“A-And now we’re, like, going steady, I guess? I don’t know -- we both agreed that we want to try, and… ugh, Steve, I’m so happy. I never knew a person could be this happy.”

He was grinning by now, no doubt; a big, face-splitting grin that was at risk of cracking his head clean in two. 

“I’m happy for you, Robs,” he said. He meant it more than anything in the world. 

She squealed, shifting on her feet and covering her face with her hands. Steve scoffed fondly, laying a hand on the top of her head for a moment before grabbing a stack of VHS tapes off the counter. 

“But hey, I’m totally taking credit for this, by the way,” he called. “I’m the reason you two even got together in the first place -- I expect to be the best man at your wedding.”

“Would you stop planning our wedding, Steven,” she demanded, dragging her hands down her face in giddy annoyance. 

“Just sayin’,” he shot back, still grinning. “I’m a pretty good matchmaker when it comes to literally everybody but myself.”

“Hey, don’t cry about it, Stevie. You found your man,” she smirked, leaning over the counter and absentmindedly rearranging the cassettes. She wondered if she should make you a mixtape. That was a thing couples did, right? The most insufferable, mushy, embarrassing couples… “She’s gonna come by later, by the way.”

“Oh, of course she is. What, now that you’ve got a girlfriend, I’m not good enough for you?”

Robin bit her lip at the title, feeling a sudden prickle of tears at the back of her eyes. Hearing Steve say something like that… she’d hoped, but she’d never truly thought that--

“She’s bringing you a milkshake.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked her. See, I have excellent taste in women.”

“You’re right,” Robin began, voice high and airy with teasing. “If I’d have met you years ago I’d probably be married by now.”

“Well, you know what they say,” he lazily replied. “Everything happens for a reason, and all that bullshit.”

“You know what though, Steve… I think they’re right. Even if it is bullshit, I really do think that sometimes things happen for a reason.”

“Yeah?” he blinked over at her for a moment, hand propped up on his hip. Then he snapped out of it. “I’m just glad your girlfriend likes me because I’m way too invested in this friendship for some girl to come between us.”

“Oh yeah?” she rasped, cocking an eyebrow. 

“Yeah,” Steve replied with a wiggle of his head. Then he broke out in a reluctant smirk. “I do like that she brings me milkshakes, though…”

“Steve.”

“What? It’s nice!”

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You saw Robin a lot more after the party. In fact, between work, Family Video, and hanging out with your new friends, you were hardly home. Your parents suspected that a boy was the reason. 

“Come on, Doc -- you got a special someone we don’t know about?” your dad had teased on one of the now rare nights that you ate dinner with your family. You were all set out in the living room, the TV playing an obnoxious commercial about Coke-a-Cola and plates of food on your laps. 

“I mean… just new friends, you know,” you’d replied, not exactly denying it. 

“Uh-huh,” your dad smirked. 

“So when do we get to meet him?” your mom asked, giving you an excited, expectant look. 

You felt a pang in your chest, filled with both the desire to bring Robin home and say “here she is,” and the fear that they’d ever find out. You swallowed a mouthful of broccoli, wincing as it went down. 

“I told you, mom -- it’s just friends. There’s no boy, alright.”

“Aw,” your mom hummed. “I thought for sure you’d finally found someone, with the way you’ve been all happy lately.”

“When we get to see you, that is,” your dad added. It was like that pang you’d felt had left a little hole somewhere inside your chest and now it was steadily getting bigger. 

But it didn’t matter what your parents thought. When you were with them, you tried to say all the right things, and when you were with Robin you felt alive. When you were with Robin all the words that were exchanged between you felt seamless, like something deep within yourselves had come to the surface to place them on your tongue. Even when you were arguing with Robin about a new movie at Family Video. Even when she talked so much and so fast that you had to take her face between your hands and tell her to breathe. Even when she laughed so hard she cried when you cracked a joke or messed around with Steve, or did something just to see her smile. Especially then. 

So yes, even as your parents wondered if you’d met a boy, wondered if you were lying to them -- which, you were -- your time spent with Robin made everything about life so much clearer. And you spent as much time with her as you could; late nights at the diner filled with strawberry milkshakes and pieces of leftover cake shared between three spoons and dancing. Early evenings at Family Video, just after they’d closed, filled with jokes and mischief and laughter. Once you even went back to Lover’s Lake, Robin bringing her own bike this time, and swam just off the pier. That night had been filled with the light of the moon and kisses that tasted like lake water and conversations murmured under the sound of crickets. And mosquito bites, but as you stretched out on the pier to look at the stars, neither of you cared. And when Robin inched her hand over to grab your pinky, you rolled to your side, cupped her face in your palm and kissed her.

The four of you -- Steve, Eddie, Robin, and you -- spent a few more nights at Steve’s house. You took your bathing suits the second time, and you brought everyone takeout and milkshakes from the diner. Eddie, who had yet to be on the receiving end of your tendency to bring your friends food, hugged you so tightly you could hardly breathe -- and then kept an arm around your shoulder until Robin whined that he was hogging her girlfriend. 

It was the first time Robin had ever called you that. You’d felt so much joy that you’d grabbed her by the face and, before you’d even gotten away from Eddie, kissed her on the lips. Eddie let go of you like you’d caught fire, then began to cheer loudly as you swayed Robin back and forth, smiling into her ocean-blue eyes. You brushed the hair from her face and she bumped her nose against yours, and Steve couldn’t even pretend to gag, he was too busy watching you both with so much happiness in his eyes. The room felt like it could have burst. 

As the summer wore steadily on, your days were filled with a companionship you had never known before. It wasn’t just Robin, but her friends, too -- and all three of them claimed that one day soon you’d meet the kids. For the first time in your life, you felt like you were understood by the people around you. And when Steve confided in you about future anxieties while you were doing the dishes, or when Eddie helped you fix your bike after the chain had broke, or when you watched the two boys floating together in the pool, wrapped up in each other’s arms, while you and Robin sat with your feet in the water, you knew that you’d found your people. 

And when Robin leaned into your shoulder and looked into your eyes, the breeze brushing strands of hair across her cheek, you knew you’d found your place. 

Because maybe you’d never seen the ocean before -- not in person, at least -- but you knew for a fact that whatever this was, it had to be better.

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[elvendria]

NOTICING YOU - E.M x FEM READER Part One

summary:

-What are you doing to me y/n Henderson?- -I could ask you the same Eddie Munson-

y/n Henderson is Dustin's older sister. She's the shy, reserved bookworm you see around the hallowed halls of Hawkins High. She's a cynic. She's seen how those you love can treat you, and knows that true love and soulmates belong only in her books.

At least until a freaky metalhead who happens to be friends with her brother shows up more and more in the most convenient of places.

\\acquaintances - friends - lovers - enemies - lovers//

Ok so I just want to clarify a few things:

Although set in the time of season 4, music up to the current decade will be used, I just find it easier to know what songs to use when I'm not limited to specific timelines

There'll be referneces to songs however some of them may be listed as y/n writing them herself, but I'll put the original singer/songwriter at the end of the chapter

It'll start before the events of season 4, but will gradually move into that storyline over time

(I should also mention that in this fic, Eddie only repeated his senior year once, meaning there's only a year between them instead of two, and Steve hasn't graduated yet)

Ok. Let's jump in.

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

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TW: single mom/absentee dad, shy bookworm reader, fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

August 20th

The thought of walking across the school carpark for the first day of Senior Year felt like walking through the gates of hell. All I wanted to do was run somewhere until the end of the day, and then slowly crawl my way home.

I could barely find the will to get my legs to move out of my 1967 Volkswagen Beetle, my most prized possession. It felt like my legs were encased in cement as a cold sweat ran down my spine at the thought of having to face more than one person every day.

Dad had fixed Betsy before he left all those years ago, I thought it would be junk by now but it runs just like it did when he finished it up and took Dustbin and me out for a test drive. Sure she's bumpy in places, but nothings is ever perfect.

I looked out the driver's side window to a couple running and jumping into each other's arms, kissing all slobbery as if he'd just returned from war when in reality she saw him like two days ago. That, or he was away at camp this summer. And let's be real, he most definitely did not stay celibate for a month or 2 just because he was away from his girlfriend. Either way, she was overreacting and trying to put her claim on him in front of all the other girls in the parking lot.

"What a stupid thing to be doing in public, save it till you get home," I scoffed, but not loud enough for them to hear me, confrontation is not my forte. Running and hiding, now that's something I'm good at.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you had someone to smooch on a Monday morning." Dustin teased from beside you, a grin spreading across his face.

I've always found my brother's smile to be infectious, even when I was in the worst mood possible.

"Alright Dustbin, you've convinced me. This year I'll have so many boyfriends I won't have time to be cynical. Your wish is my command." I feigned a bow towards him, knowing deep down inside, that he was just as nervous as I was.

"If I'm going to be going to high school, you need to stop calling me Dustbin. It was cute when you were 3, but we're grown now." Dustin huffed, crossing his arms and slumping in his seat.

"I don't know, you look like a little kid to me, I mean I could mix you into a batch of newbie middle schoolers and no one would be able to tell the difference. " I felt a swat at my arm, which further instigated my laughter.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a guy turn his head and look at the car, his hair falling below his shoulders. Our eyes met and he quickly turned and walked away, but it was too late.

Eddie Munson had just caught me laughing like a maniac with my brother.

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After a lot of self encouragement, and a bit of teasing from Dustin, I finally worked up the courage to get out of the car and start walking to the school doors, pleading with myself to turn around once or twice. Somehow I made it to my homeroom and my desk without knowing how, as if my feet had grown tired of the back and forth, the will she won't she, and just decided to move on their own.

Sitting down at the furthest corner of the room, I pulled my white knitted sweater around my arms, carefully listening to my favourite teacher in the whole school."

"Alright students," Ms Collins called out, I'm passing around your timetables now. I'd just like to remind everyone-"

"Sorry I'm late, hellfire club duties and all that, I would say it won't happen again but we both know you don't like liars, Ms C."

"Mr Munson please find your way to an available seat. There's one beside Ms Henderson."

Fuck.

"As I was saying, students will not be allowed to switch classes this semester." Light groans presented themselves around the classroom, and I wanted to join them when I saw my timetable,

Homeroom

Period 1: Biology

Period 2: English

Period 3: History

Period 4: Spanish

Lunch

Period 5: Math

Period 6: Music

Period 7: Chemistry

Period 8: Economics

"Who makes a person cut open a frog first thing in the morning?" I whispered to myself.

"I know right, there has to be some sort of law against it or something, it's disgusting," the deep voice from beside me whispered back. I couldn't move, I could barely breathe. I could feel his body heat beside me. 

Why did this have to be a two-person desk?

I've always found it difficult to talk to people, but I've found it especially difficult to talk to him ever since he was in the middle school talent show. Past friends have said it was a crush but I knew that wasn't true. Crushes were only for hopeless romantics and kids.

I hate myself for it, I don't want to seem like all those people who called him a freak.

But ever since Dad left I told myself I never wanted to get close to anyone, yet here I was, sitting thinking about the time I sat in the wings and watched him play with his band. His hair was really short then and he was skinny. Mom said he was all elbows with the way he was holding his guitar. But that didn't matter to me. Just to see him so involved in the music, it was almost like he'd forgotten everyone else could see him.

I swore that after I went out on the stage, played the piano and sang Hello, Hello by Elton John, I'd go backstage and talk to him. However, I was barely 5 words in when my vision went blurry and I was suddenly running off the stage. I remember running to a classroom-turned dressing room and curling up into a ball, completely and utterly embarrassed. I decided from then on that I wasn't going to speak to Eddie ever, I took it as a sign that I wasn't supposed to. So when he talked to me in homeroom, I felt my lips had been sewn shut and that I was rooted to my seat.

Once the bell rang, I jumped from my seat and practically sprinted out the door on my way to Biology, only realising along the way that Eddie might be in my class. I didn't see his timetable, but he agreed with me about biology, so there's always the possibility.

I sat down at the back of the biology class, tying my dark red hair into a ponytail when a girl sat down beside me. I was right about Eddie being in this class, but he sat in front of me with Steve Harrington, so it wasn't so bad. At least he couldn't directly see me unless he fully turned around, and he had no reason to do that.

The girl nudged me with her arm I turned to look at her as she gave a short, small wave.

"I figured we should introduce ourselves because if we don't then this lab partner business is going to get weird really fast because I don't think I would be able to call you buddy or gal for the whole semester, especially considering I hate using both of those words." She rambled on.

I usually don't make friends with people who could talk for hours, but something about this girl was different. Instead of freaking me out, her rambling made me want to chuckle along with her.

"Oh, you're laughing, thank god because I thought you were going to be one of those people who is all work and no talk and that would get irritating really fast." All you could do was smile back.

"I'm Robin by the way! Robin Buckley," She smiled gleefully.

"Y/n Henderson, a pleasure to meet you, Robin," I said back, returning her small wave from earlier.

"Wait, are you Dustin's sister?" Suddenly Steve Harrington was a part of this conversation, pulling me from the happy little bubble Robin had formed around our Biology desk.

I could see Eddie's head turn slightly and all I could manage was an "Uh hmmm" before Mr Wright came in and Robin told Steve to shut up and turn around.

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The day flew by, Robin invited me to sit with her at lunch, and although I would've loved to, my special place was calling to me.

Pushing throw a creaky old door near the end of the school, I made my way into the library. Sliding past the textbook section I found myself perusing the fiction aisle, looking for something to get lost in for an hour.

The smell of the old musty pages was like a personal high, and curling up in a beanbag in the far corner of the room was heavenly. I could relax. I'd missed it all summer, you couldn't relax in the public library during the summer, it doubled up as an arts and crafts centre for kids.

I was in the middle of reading something about a girl caught in a war between the underworld and the real world when the bell rang to signal lunch was over. Grabbing my stuff, I rushed out of the library and into someone, sending me backwards, my glasses flying from the top of my head, the price I pay for not putting them back on correctly.

"Oh, shit are you ok?"

No. No No No NO NO NO. This was not happening. I am not running into this man for the third time today.

Eddie bent down to get my glasses while I fumbled to put my books back in my bag, not daring to look him in the eye in case he could see right through me. His friends from Hellfire were there, snickering not so quietly to themselves.

As he handed them to me, I mumbled a "Thanks", before jumping to my feet despite his offer to help me up, and practically running down the hall as I heard the late bell ring. I had Mrs Mayer for Math and she doesn't take kindly to latecomers. I reached my desk before she got to the room, breathing out a sigh of relief as I slumped down in a chair in the back.

The rest of the school day went by in a blur, and before I knew it the bell rang to signal the end of the day. I rushed to my locker to grab the books that I'd need when Dustin and Mike walked up to me.

"You want a lift home, Mike?" I asked, already knowing what the answer would be.

"Thanks, Y/n! Nancy's working after school with the school newspaper." Mike beamed at me.

"Y'know, there used to be a time when you smiled up at me, nowadays I have to crane my neck just to look at you. It's weird. Stop." I said, the three of us walking out to the car that sat like a glowing yellow sun at the back of the car park.

Even my car has to sit in the back.

"I can't help it, it's puberty or something," Mike laughed back.

"Yeah, well next time you feel like taking a growth spurt, let Dustbin do it instead, poor kid is tiny," I chuckled, feeling a sharp nudge in my side.

"I'll get you for that." Dustin retorted, playfully scowling at me.

Clambering into the car, I began to reverse out of my spot when I saw him about to get in his van, he raised a hand and gave a small wave. My knuckles went white from gripping the steering wheel, and instead of waving back, I drove out of the car park and didn't check the rearview until I was sure he wouldn't be in it.

It's just one year, and then it's over, I told myself mentally

"Oh was that Eddie? I was going to tell you, we joined Hellfire club, We might even become friends with him." Dustin cheerfully said.

Just one year.

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[crappymixtape]

steve harrington • multi-part // series

( LONGER, SERIALIZED OR MULTI–PART FICS, NOTED IF COMPLETE OR IN–PROGRESS, STEVE x YOU // mature content marked appropriately )

🏘 SOFT, SWEET, SOUNDS – ONGOING? ( part 1 ) ( part 2 ) a roommate!steve series that started with one lil soft, smutty blurb and has now shifted into a whole thing – steve’s still your roommate and you’re still friends, right? or is there something more and you two are just too chicken shit to put a label on it? • 18+ | ( 1.5K – roommates -> something?, tiny fluff, medium smut, lots of idiocy, steve x you )

❄️ A VERY MERRY MIXTAPE ( HOLIDAY SERIES ) – IN-PROGRESS a series of little holiday blurbs featuring steve and eddie throughout the christmas & winter season – varies between ST canon, modern!au, and everything in between // three requests and three original prompts.

"gold & glitter" REQUEST -> ❝ i’m thinking a little rich!steve harrington, a little spicy somethin, somethin and a holiday play – spicy is right, steve takes you to see the nutcracker, but you don’t even make it to the first act • *18+  | ( 3.1k – smut with a dash of fluff, rich!steve x reader )

"baby it's cold outside" REQUEST -> ❝ what about 🎁 exchanging presents with steve?? i just know he’s a thoughtful gift giver! – it’s been snowing all day, enough to snap the power lines and make the lights go out, and when steve comes over to build you a fire you can’t think of a more perfect time to exchange gifts | ( 1.8k – just honestly pure fluff, sneaky hurt / comfort, modern!steve x reader )

"i want you the most" REQUEST -> ❝ what about caught under mistletoe at a christmas party with steve. at least fluffy, maybe a wee bit more smutty? – steve's never been kissed under the mistletoe, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't make it memorable? *18+ | ( 1.8k – established relationship, tiny bit of fluff, lots of snark, sprinkle of smut, steve x reader )

🦇 COME BACK TO ME – COMPLETE ( part 1 ) ( part 2 ) ( part 3 ) REQUEST -> after steve gets his heart broken by nancy, tommy dares him to try something different as a rebound, someone who isn’t his type at all, and at first he’s doing it to prove a point, but when the upside down gets involved he realizes just how he really feels • 18+ | ( 5.4k – violence / upside down, lots of angst, some fluff, enemies to lovers-ish, steve x reader, king!steve x reader )

🧢 YOU'RE NEVER FAR BEHIND – COMPLETE ( part 1 ) ( part 2 ) // 🎶 playlist on spotify 🎶 REQUEST -> when your dad calls and needs your help at home in hawkins you can't say no, but when you arrive back in town you uncover a friendship you thought you'd lost a long time ago | ( 10.5k, angst, fluff, best friends to strangers to friends to lovers, steve x reader, steve x you )

💫 SOMETHING INFINITE – IN-PROGRESS // 🎶 playlist on spotify 🎶 your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington.

"part one : maybe the world won't end" – steve steals a car and somehow you wind up in hawkins, indiana, a meet cute without the cute  *18+ |  ( 2.8k, angst, verbal abuse, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"part two: perfect on the surface" –  you start your summer job at the library with your aunt only to find your new coworker is someone, an annoying someone, you’ve met before | ( 2k, angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"part three: just wanna see you" –  finally a day off and you’re all heading to the lake to fish and swim and drink and it feels like summer and fresh starts and you’re surprised to find you get one of your own ( 3.3k, angst, tiny bit of fluff if you squint, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"part four: the house that built me" – a history of you and steve and your families, all the broken pieces you’re both trying to gather up and put back together are more similar than you think *18+ | ( 2.3k, angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader ) // warning note: the themes written about in this piece can be especially triggering – brief mentions of loss of a parent, neglect, unplanned pregnancy, and other heavy content – read with caution please and be gentle with yourselves!

"part five: easier to pretend" – part five of something infinite – are you and steve finally figuring each other out? it’s obvious you drive each other crazy, but is it possible you’re starting to like it? | ( 3k, angsty fluff, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"part six: and it's such a shame" – ferris wheel at 8 and another chance to see where this thing with steve is taking you, but when his friends find out will he be able to handle it?  | ( 4k, fluff, lots of angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"part seven: i'll promise i'll pinky swear" – steve tries to decide what it is he wants, to keep burying everything down deep and keep it locked away or crack open his chest and trust you with his heart | ( 4.1k, angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"part eight: say you'll stay" steve did what he thought was right and you're giving him a second chance, but can you both finally open up and be honest with one another? *18+ | ( 6k, smut, a little angst, a little fluff, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader ).

"part nine: you could have mine" you were unafraid to face steve head on when he fucked up, but now it’s your turn to face the music and it scares you | ( 2k, tiny angst, lil fluff, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

🛠 COMING SOON!

🌻 NOBODY GETS ME, YOU DO – UNDER CONSTRUCTION when steve started dating nancy and got pulled into the upside down you fell in with tommy hagan after carol leaves for college, but it sucks and tommy sucks and you hate it and you're only doing it because it makes not being with steve hurt less. a friends to lovers line filled with plenty of drama / angst / fluff and smut – smut marked appropriately

"nobody puts baby in the corner" – steve has always been your best friend, nothing more, but when you have a falling out with tommy he finally realizes what’s been there all along •  *18+ | (  3.2k, fighting / physical violence, sad, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"this is how it ends begins" – everything between you and tommy comes to a head after you discover what he’s been doing behind your back, will steve be there to catch you? or will he just make it worse? | (  2.4k, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

[luvmarigold]

please don't go (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: you open up to eddie about the emotional scars left behind my your past relationships

pairings: eddie munson x reader (all parties involved are over 18)

wc: 1,565

warnings: angst (hurt/comfort), slight n*fw (kissing, dry humping, MINORS DNI), eddie being the best boyfriend ever :’)

important note: this fic has NOT been stolen! i, the original writer, am reposting this on my new blog as my previous blog (spiderl0rd) was wrongfully deleted. as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! || requests are OPEN || divider by @firefly-graphics

CRASH!

you nearly jump out of your skin as another deafening clap of thunder shakes the walls of eddie’s trailer. you glance up to see the brunette staring glumly out the window at the storm, a torrential downpour seemingly coming out of nowhere.

disappointed, you flop face-first into his mattress, letting out a frustrated groan. “welp, there goes our plans for the day,” he mutters to himself. you had been looking forward to spending your rare day off out on the town with your boyfriend but the weather, it seemed, had other plans.

you feel the bed sink as he plops down on the bed next to you, “don’t fret, babydoll. we can still figure something out. after things dry off out there, what d’ya say we take the van out to the lake and have a little picnic?”

you turn your head to look at him, a slight pout on your lips, “okay…”

“aw, no need to be sad, angel. c’mere,” he says, scooting up towards his headboard before patting his bare chest, beckoning you towards him. you oblige, slowly crawling up towards him and laying your head directly above his heart. absentmindedly, you begin to trace his tattoos with your fingertips as you let your mind wander. you never quite understood why people thought that they made him look scary because they were genuinely one of your favorite things about him.

it was moments like these that you cherished the most: just you and him curled into one another as the rest of the world melts away. with eddie being your first real boyfriend, you still were learning how to navigate the whole relationship thing. eddie, however, made being with him so easy. every time he looks at you, you would have thought you’d hung the moon. to him, you were everything and more.

it honestly scared you how much you loved him. before getting together, you had dated around a bit and sure, there were guys that you liked and had chemistry with, but those turned out to be none other than wastes of time. none of them held a candle to your eddie. just being in the same room with him made you feel like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. you know that if you were to ever break up, it would absolutely ruin you.

noticing your pensive expression, he gently pokes you in the middle of your forehead before asking, “what’s going on in that brain of yours?”

you just mumble a quiet “nothing,” not really knowing how to put into words how you were feeling.

“hey, don’t do that,” he scolds, softly tilting your chin up to look at him, “you alright?”

you attempt to laugh off his concern, “eddie, i’m fine.” his eyes dance back and forth between your own looking for any indication as to what’s got you so quiet before speaking up again, “you sure?”

“positive.”

not quite convinced, he just nods, not wanting to press the issue any further and end up causing you to close yourself off completely. he’s only able to observe you for a second longer before you lean up to press your lips to his, in desperate need of a distraction from your own racing thoughts.

his resolve quickly crumbles away as he pulls you in closer by your waist, his other hand gingerly cupping your cheek.

you immediately deepened the kiss, allowing yourself to massage his tongue with your own. he grunts at this as he pulls you into his lap, wanting to be as close to you as humanly possible. you gasp into his mouth as you feel the evidence of his arousal. 

he moves his hands down to your hips, grasping them firmly as he urges you to roll them over his own. his lips detach from your for a brief moment before he begins trailing kisses along your jaw, lips brushing your ear, “you’re so beautiful,” he whispers before continuing his descent down the column of your throat, licking, sucking, biting, desperate to leave his mark.

your breath hastened but not from the intensity of the kiss. you felt your blood run cold, goosebumps erupting on the surface of your skin. your heart was beating so loud that you could barely hear yourself think. you attempt to break apart but eddie simply groans and pulls you in closer, not noticing your panicked state. you place a hand on his chest to push him away, “eddie, stop, i can’t breathe.”

he finally gets the hint as you hurriedly climb off of his lap, scooting towards the end of the bed to hide your face in your hands, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes that threatened to spill over.

“woah, woah, woah! baby, what happened? what’s going on?” he frantically asks, rushing to occupy the space next to you.

“nothing. i’m fine, okay? just… give me a minute.” you sigh, trying to gain your composure. 

after a few moments of silence, you feel him cautiously place a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles on the exposed skin. “y/n, can you please look at me?” you reluctantly lock eyes with him, hurt evident on his face. “what’s wrong?”

“noth-”

“-and don’t say ‘nothing’ because there’s obviously something very wrong.”

your mouth snaps shut as you mull over how to approach this conversation. he scoots closer to you, draping a comforting arm around your shoulders. he relaxes a bit when you show no signs of wanting to move away.

“please don’t shut me out. i want you to feel like you can talk to me. i want to be able to help you with whatever it is you’re dealing with. i can’t do that if you don’t let me in. please, let me in sweetheart.”

he’s right. you know that in order for you to take the next step in your relationship you have to allow yourself to be more open and vulnerable, regardless of how terrifying that may be. you release a shaky breath before nodding. here goes nothing…

“it’s not that i don’t want to be with you in that way, trust me when i say you have no idea just how badly i do. i’m just…scared, i guess.”

“shit, y/n. i’m so sorry if i got carried away. i never meant to pressure you or make you uncomfortable, i wasn’t thinking.”

“no, ed, it’s not that. please don’t apologize, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” you see his panicked expression soften, some tension leaving his shoulders at your reassurance. 

“okay…” he trails off, gears still spinning in his brain as he tries to pinpoint what’s gotten you so obsessed. “if it’s not that then what is it if you don’t mind me asking?”

“it’s just-” you cut yourself off, contemplating how you want to word what you’re about to share with him, “in all of my past relationships, if you can even call them that, the guys would court me, sweet talk me. they would create this fantasy of a perfect future together and i would fall into their trap every single time. come to find out that they never even gave a fuck about me at all. they just wanted to get into my pants. once they got what they wanted, they would run for the hills, never to be seen or heard from again.”

he shifts to envelop your hands in his own, pulling them into your lap before you continue.

“don’t get me wrong, i know that’s not you. you would never pull some bullshit like that, but i can’t help the little part of me that’s terrified of waking up to an empty bed the next morning if we do decide to take that next step, y’know?”

“oh, angel. i’m so sorry.” he whispers, pulling you back onto his lap and resting his forehead against your own, gathering your thoughts. “i need you to know that you didn’t deserve that and what you’re feeling is completely valid. if i ever see those assholes, i’ll kill them for hurting my girl, i swear to god.”

you let out a tearful chuckle feeling some of your anxiety fade away, “no, you don’t have to do that. he laughs quietly, happy to see you smiling again, “okay, okay. in all seriousness though, you’re it for me, y/n. i knew it from the moment we had our first kiss in the back of my van. i’d wait for you forever.”

“really?”

“really,” he affirms, thumbing away your tears. you simply nod, grabbing his face in your hands before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “thank you.” he shakes his head, gently pulling your hands off of him and pressing them to his chest, right over his heart.

“no need to thank me. i’ll always show up for you, whatever you need, no matter the time, i’ll always come running,” he promises, peppering kisses on each of your knuckles. “now come on, i think we both deserve some rest,” he urges, pulling you up towards his headboard. 

you rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. you feel him rest his chin on your head as he begins to rub soothing circles on your back, 

“just close your eyes sweetheart, i promise i will still be here when you open them again.”

[hippolotamus]

Weekend WIP Game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

Tagged by the lovely and talented @welcometololaland @jesuisici33 @wikiangela @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @pirrusstuff @your-catfish-friend Thank you friends 😘

1. WIP List:

Honey when you call my name (Buddie)

you’re where I wanna go (Buddie)

The darkest fairytale (Buddie)

come close (let me be home) (Buddie)

run to the water (and find me there) (Buddie)

With my heart in my lap (Twylexis)

If you like Fashion & Baseball (David/Patrick)

I light the match to taste the heat (Buddie)

printer!Buck (buddie)

Untitled (original work)

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

you're where I wanna go at 18.7k and no end in sight

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Excellent question. I honestly don't know between you're where I wanna go, with my heart in my lap and the original work. Two of them are historical AUs with separated lovers so.... could be a bit

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

TBH whichever one is giving me the least trouble lol Although I've been excited for you're where I wanna go for a really long time (it's over a year in the making) so probably that one. I love researching the details and really leaning into the feels.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

The Darkest Fairytale because it involves magical elements and I've never written anything like that before.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

The Darkest Fairytale for the reasons listed above but also the original work. I plan on putting that one out as my first book (!) and that's scary AF.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why? All of them. Unless I'm doing a super quick prompt I get at least one other person to beta read all my stuff. Extra eyeballs is never a bad thing.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block? Of course! So I bounce around to whatever's working for me. And if they're all being stubborn I take that as a sign to rest a bit (even if it's frustrating as hell).

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them? Hmmmm, I'm not really sure yet. Of course the original work will be 100% OCs so I guess that one. They don't have names yet, or even that many details. The main character is a recently single woman who has always been attached in some way. So she finally has this chance to figure out what she likes and have a bit of fun. And then she meets a younger woman, they have fun together and it starts to turn into more than just a good time. Our MC gets spooked because she doesn't think she's ready or capable of doing that again just yet. Anway, I think they'll be an interesting dynamic to explore.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest? Honey when you call my name or I light the match. I guess it depends on your definition of sexy? The former explores Buddie after Eddie witnesses the Buck/Lucy kiss in 5x11. The latter explores Buck having a day he needs to get out of his head and Eddie knowing just how to handle that 😉

11. Which WIP is the angstiest? I think you're where I wanna go or with my heart in my lap for different but kinda similar reasons. In both cases the lovers are separated for years and having to deal with that in their own way as they continue to live their lives without their other half.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)? Maybe just because I'm so partial to it but I'm going to say you're where I wanna go. Also because I'll get to explore the personalities of familiar characters across decades of their lives.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)? So far come close (let me be home) since it's seen the characters in more detailed locations so far. But honestly I think it'll be a toss up between this one, you're where I wanna go, and with my heart in my lap.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on? Any of the historical AUs. I need to know that I'm representing the time periods accurately. Even if no one else knows I'll know and it will bother me.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why? I'm going to guess the smutty ones because they tend to do best generally. I'll want all of them to do well but it will hurt more for the historical ones if they don't. Mostly because I'm most passionate about them and will want everyone to be as excited as I am 🙃

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs? Not yet.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't? run to the water and the darkest fairytale have the magical elements that I'm not as familiar with. Printer!Buck is going to require a ton of research around old school printing techniques as well.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour? None of them are particularly humorous but maybe come close (let me be home). It's a Bridgerton AU so there will be a lot of sniping and antagonizing between Buck and Eddie. And Chim will be a heavily featured character so you know he always brings the jokes to any piece.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process? Not so far, and I'm not sure if I'll explore that at all.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs. run to the water (and find me there) started as a 'message in a bottle' prompt that was just supposed to be a quick little thing. As I was writing my brain said hey, what if Buck was a merperson??? and it's growing to be a whole lot more (because of course it is).

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @forthewolves @watchyourbuck @ladydorian05 @buddierights @heartshapedvows and anyone else I regularly tag/who wants to play

[wallpapertown]

Pretty Baby (Eddie Munson X Fem! Reader)

Fem!Reader has been having trouble at work and Eddie is there to comfort her.

Mostly Fluff! Some allusions to nsfw behaivor at the end but nothing explicit. As with my whole blog MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Eddie looks down at you in his lap, fingers fidgeting with a loose string on your sweatshirt. Your face is scrunched up in thought. “Alright, tell me.” You turn around, now facing him completely in his lap. “What Eds?” His hand reaches out and strokes a stray hair away from your cheek. “Tell me what’s got you so worked up pretty baby.” You melt into his lap further, as all the emotions come rushing out of you. Tears flowing faster than he can register what’s going on. “Hey, Shhhh, shhhh. It’s ok Angel. I’m here.” His hands rubbing gently at the small of your back. You sniffle. “Thanks Eds. It’s just.. this new job.” “I thought you said the job has been great?” “I may have been exaggerating so you wouldn’t worry.” His eyes narrow at you, urging you to keep talking. “I just wanted to do a good job, and I may have got caught up trying to please them. I think they’ve been taking advantage of me.” He raises an eyebrow. “Like… they leave me to close by myself. Every time. When I went to put my lunch in the fridge, there was rotting food that hadn’t been cleaned in probably months. The cherry on top though was my manager leaving me during the rush because they had a dog birthday to attend.” You scoff at the ridiculousness of that excuse once again. Eddie just looks at you with his big, doe eyes. “Y/N… you shouldn’t have to deal with that. Just quit! I told you sales have been up this summer. I don’t want you feeling so stressed.” His soft hands rub and squeeze your shoulders. You sigh. “I know Eds, and thank you. But.. I just.. didn’t wanna be a quitter again. It’s kinda my thing I guess.” “No, no pretty baby. You’re so hardworking and kind. You’re not a quitter for avoiding bad paths. You’re trying so hard to please everyone. Let me please you tonight and help you unwind?” He places gentle kisses on your forehead and cheeks, waiting for your response. “Please Eddie”

This is my first fic! I originally submitted this as an anon to one of my favorite blogs, but decided to post it here as well :)