#this is 1000% eddie fucking munson

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

steve dying in robins arms, comforting and consoling her with: “Hey, hey, it’s okay Bobs, I’ll be okay. Ed—Eddie’s here an—“ he cuts himself off with bloody cough and a rattling breathy laugh, looking over her shoulder. “Eddie’s here, Rob, says ‘I gotcha now, big boy.’. It’s okay, he’s got me, you can let me go. I love you, Robin, you can let me—“

and then he’s gone.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up Spring challenge.

Sprung

Prompt: Spring | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Struggling to Make Ends Meet, Light Angst, Sacrifice, Love, Making a Life Together

"Steve, please," Eddie says, and Steve stills.

"I thought you were asleep?" Steve whispers in the dark, and Eddie's not sure why Steve's trying to be quiet at this point. They're both awake now. Steve's made sure of that.

"I was," Eddie huffs out, annoyed, because he had been. But Steve's constant flopping around has ruined that. Steve's become the world's shittest sleeper lately, and that's not exactly ideal in a bed partner.

"Sorry," Steve says, stilling, "I'll try to stop moving around."

Eddie just mutters something that he hopes passes as a thanks, and rolls back over. He has to get up at six, and he fucking needs his four hours. That's not too much to ask for, goddamnit. 

Steve's still for a few minutes, but then rolls over in his sleep, again, and the whole bed shifts and shakes. Again. Eddie's had enough, and snags his pillow off the bed, padding down the hallway to crash on the couch. He's exhausted. He can't do this tonight. He can't.

He still wakes up tired, because it was too cold in the living room. Their shitty radiators either don't work, or boil you. No middle ground. Fucking shithole. But it's the best they can do for now, since they're barely keeping their heads above water, as is. Working just to live. It's been hard. Harder than Eddie expected, and he grew up with fucking hard. 

He'd hoped they'd be past that now, hoped he'd finally catch a goddamn break.

Of course not.

It's the Munson curse. 

And now Eddie's in a bad mood, even as Steve's pouring coffee into Wayne's old thermos for him, packing Eddie's metal lunchbox, to keep him going on the jobsite all day. 

"Thanks," Eddie says, taking it, and Steve just nods silently, clearly aware Eddie's in a mood this morning.

Eddie worries they're circling the drain, from circumstances alone. It's not a love problem, it's a life problem, and that makes it worse.

And before long, Eddie realizes he broke the seal, having introduced a new wedge between them. Now that the couch is in play, they aren't even sleeping in the same bed most nights anymore. Steve will go, or he will, and now they're sleeping apart more nights a week than they sleep together. Maybe they're getting more rest, but they're also growing even further apart. 

Today, Eddie's coffee and lunch are on the counter, but Steve's already in the shower, and their ten minutes together in the morning are gone.

Just like that.

Eddie grabs his work boots from the closet, flopping down on Steve's side of the bed to put them on, and he's suddenly assaulted, poked right in the ass by whatever Steve's left laying on the mattress. 

Standing up, he's sliding his hand over the bed in the dark to see what the fuck he sat on. Nothing. He yanks the sheets back, and there's still nothing, so he strips it further.

It's a spring. 

And it's threatening to fully poke through, probably right where Steve's back rests. Goddammit. No wonder Steve can't fucking hold still at night. He's being tortured, Eddie thinks, as he presses his hand against the spring, feeling it bite into his hand. 

A rogue mattress spring.

That's what's divided them, broke them down. 

Eddie sits back down, lets the spring dig into his ass, and holds his head in hands. He's not gonna cry. He doesn't have time. He has to go to work. But goddamn this. 

He's still sitting there when Steve comes in and is rifling through the closet, "You okay?"

"No," Eddie says.

Steve walks over and puts the back of his hand on Eddie's forehead and Eddie laughs, wetly. 

"You don't feel hot," Steve declares. 

"No, I don't," Eddie mutters, because damn, he fucking doesn't feel hot at all. He feels broken down and worn out. 

He reaches up and catches Steve's hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing it. 

"I'm sorry about the mattress. I didn't know," Eddie says, looking up at him.

"It's okay, I'm used to it," Steve says, and he rubs his fingers against the top of Eddie's head.

"You shouldn't have to be," Eddie says, dejected. 

Steve Harrington chose him, loves him, and Eddie can't even give him a bed to sleep on that isn't trying to pierce his spleen every night.

They can't afford a new one, not right now, and Eddie hates that he can't fix this. 

"We'll flip it," Eddie offers.

"Then it'll have the crater on your side again," Steve says with a laugh. And yeah, Eddie'd forgotten they flipped it last year, after his side started breaking down. Sucking him inward, like a gate into the Upside Down.

That doesn't matter.

"Well, that's gotta be better than this," Eddie admits, bouncing a little. Anything would be better than this torture device.

Steve kneels between Eddie's open thighs, "It's okay, Eddie."

It's not. 

"I'm sorry I was being a jerk. I didn't know," Eddie says.

"I know you didn't," Steve answers, "I didn't want you to worry."

Eddie brushes Steve's hair off his forehead, "I'm still sorry. I love you. You know that, right?"

Steve grins, and it's blinding, "Always. Work now, worry about the mattress later."

Eddie nods, smiles, and when Steve moves from between his knees, Eddie leans over and laces up his boots. Ready to start another day.

That evening, when Eddie pulls into the driveway, Wayne's truck is parked behind Steve's car. Eddie hadn't realized Wayne was coming, and grins. This day just got way better.

Eddie plows into the house, and finds Steve in the bedroom, a pair of needle nose pliers dug into a small hole they've cut in the mattress, trying to bend the spring back into its original position. Wayne's standing there, talking Steve through the temporary fix, until they can afford something better.

It's gonna be okay, Eddie realizes. They're just a little bent out of shape right now. A little sprung. 

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

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J, mafia AU, smut, ring

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Coup d'etat

Rated: E

Words: 999

Tags: Mafia AU; dark Eddie Munson; intrigue; blood and violence; bondage; nudity; explicit sexual content; consensual non-con

“Nice pool,” Eddie drawls, walking back from the patio into the house. “Could’ve made a bit more of an effort to clean it. I said to leave the place as you’d like to find it, Dick.”

Richard Harrington’s eyes scream bloody murder, but he doesn’t dare speak. Jeff and Frank have him flanked on either side, guns ready in their holsters, and Gareth is manning the door. Just a precaution. Harrington has been in the business for long enough to know he has lost. All of his most loyal henchmen are dead or on the run, and the more fickle ones have joined Eddie’s side.

“Aw, don’t pout.” Eddie pats the man's cheek jovially. “This is just how it works. Survival of the fittest and all that. Now, I believe that concludes our little tour of the house? Or am I forgetting something?” 

Harrington’s face twitches. Jeff laughs and rolls his eyes. 

“The bedroom, Eddie?”

“Ah, of course!” Eddie snaps his fingers, like he only just remembered. “Shall we, gentlemen?”

*

A giant bed dominates the far wall of the master bedroom. On the mattress, wrists tied to the headboard, is a boy. The soft, muted light glows off his naked skin. 

“Ah,” Eddie mutters. “That’s what I’m talking about. Turns out you can follow directions.”

Harrington says nothing. The boy, who stopped tearing at his restraints when he heard the door open, stares at him with wide, panicked eyes. 

“Dad? What- … Who are those people?”

Eddie coos. With a few long strides, he’s at the bed, sinking down onto the mattress. One of his hands finds the boy’s bare ankle, sliding up his leg to a firm, freckled thigh.

“Aw, darling. He didn’t tell you?” 

“Tell me what? Leave me alone, perv!”

The boy tries to shy away from his touch, but he doesn’t get far, bound in place as he is. Eddie chuckles. 

“Shhh, honey,” he scolds, cradling that pretty face with both hands. “It's okay. The name's Eddie, I work for your dad. Well, worked.”

The boy blinks at him, hazel eyes large and confused. Eddie laughs softly.

“See, the firm’s under new management. My management, to be more specific. I’m trying to keep it minimum bloodshed, so your old man’s gonna make himself scarce and I’ve agreed not to bother him. In return, I get to keep this fine house … and everything in it.” 

Understanding dawns in those pretty eyes. 

“No! Don't- don't touch me. Stay away from me.” 

Eddie makes a soft shushing sound and wipes the first tears away as they spill over.

“Oh no, sweet thing. It’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll take such good care of- wait a sec.” 

Because one of his hands has just slipped up to the boy's temple, fingers carding through thick, chestnut hair - only to come away red and sticky. The boy flinches, but Eddie grabs his jaw, holding him in place so that he can comb his hair aside. There’s a large, bleeding bruise on his temple. For a moment, the only sound in the room is that of the boy's hitched breathing. 

“Dick?” Eddie growls. “Explain this?” 

“He fought back,” Harrington mutters defiantly. “What was I supposed-” 

Eddie has him up against the wall, gun to his throat, before he can finish the sentence. 

“Are you kidding me? Trying to slip me damaged goods? I should fucking kill you, you son of a-” 

“Eddie,” Frank mutters. “C'mon, man.”  

Eddie blinks. 

“Right,” he says. “Get him out of my sight.” 

Relief washes over Harrington’s face as the gun disappears from his throat - only to be replaced by incredulous horror a second later, when Eddie holds out his hand before his face, palm up. 

“Go on, Dick. It's traditional, right? A sign of respect.”

Harrington growls. His hands curl into fists. Eddie smirks, raising an expectant eyebrow. Then, quickly, as if the touch will burn him, Harrington bows his head and kisses Eddie’s rings. 

“Not so hard, was it?” Eddie calls after him as he is escorted out. The door clicks shut. 

Eddie's smile slips. 

“Shit, Stevie,” he breathes. He's back on the bed in an instant, tilting the boy's head with gentle fingers to look at the injury. “What'd you go and do that for? I told you not to fight.” 

“And I told you it had to look convincing,” Steve retaliates. “Was I just supposed to let them tie me up and tear off my clothes and thank them for it?” 

Eddie's mouth twists into a grin. 

“We both know that's how you like it, honey.” 

He leans in, claiming those plush lips for a long, filthy kiss. Steve puts up a brief symbolic struggle, but Eddie growls warningly and slips a hand between his legs, and his protests turn into the sweetest little moans. Eddie only allows them to part once they're both out of breath and Steve is starting to buck and grind in his hold.

“Everything went well, then?” Steve asks. His voice is hoarse and raspy, and he needs to stop halfway through for another moan. “The- … the security codes all worked?” 

“Flawlessly, you sly little minx,” Eddie murmurs. He bites down on the perfect stretch of that long throat, rolls Steve’s balls in his hand, and delights in the full-body shiver it gets him. “That old asshole didn’t know what hit him.” 

Steve lets out a breathy laugh, rolling his hips to meet Eddie’s touch. 

“Good. Now untie me, so we can celebrate.” 

“Oh?” Eddie smirks, crawling further down and leaving a trail of biting kisses all over the soft skin of Steve’s chest and stomach. “But I am celebrating already.” 

Steve groans. “Eddie, c’mon!” 

“Ah-ah-ah, Stevie. There’s people out there who think I’m gonna ravage you tonight,” Eddie tuts, grabbing the boy’s twitching hips and blowing a warm stream of air on that pretty, flushed cock. Steve fucking mewls. The sound is like the sweetest music. “Be a good boy now. Gotta make it convincing, no?”

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[ladykailitha]

The Eddie Munson Guide to Dating an Oblivious Jock Part 1

When I reached 1000 followers I put up a poll for what people wanted me to do to celebrate and the top two options (separated by less than one percent) were between doing nothing and just continue to do my regularly scheduled posting and doing a fun little one shot. Which I told people to put their suggestion in the comments. The only one to actually do that was @artiststarme who requested a pining Eddie and an oblivious Steve. I got half of that LOL! I have an actively wooing Eddie and an oblivious Steve. So I hope you like it anyway.

There is no set posting schedule on this one. I will be putting it out when possible as it’s still a WIP.

Summary: After Vecna Max is having trouble convincing Lucas to date her again so she turns to the one member of the party who is dating a jock: Eddie Munson. He breaks down his tips for dating an oblivious jock. Bold = the guide. Italicized = their conversation. Standard = examples Eddie is giving Max for each step.

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The Eddie Munson Guide to Dating an Oblivious Jock

Foreword:

Eddie Munson had the best functioning gaydar in all of Hawkins. Perhaps even the surrounding areas. He hadn’t been wrong yet. Mainly because it only used it on actual teenagers and they weren’t as good as hiding it as they thought they were.

So far he had clocked Robin Buckley, Vickie Lawrence, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Tommy Hagen, and few others around their school. But his absolute favorite was Steve Harrington.

Now, some of them were bisexual instead of gay, but the radar worked all the same. Mike, Vickie, and Steve to be precise. Although he was pretty sure Hagen was feeding Harrington a line about it not being gay unless their dicks touch or whatever and passing off his crush on King Steve as just being bros or some shit.

He honestly felt sorry for Carol Perkins because she most certainly was straight and her boyfriend and his best friend were not.

Eddie thought about telling her, but then he remembered she was a bitch and just didn’t.

Now, King Steve was a bitch too. He wasn’t going to deny that. But that was what attracted Eddie to him the first place. His bitchy little remarks, his snide comments, his lip curling sneer.

He was pissed when Nancy tried to stomp it out while they were dating. He didn’t think she succeeded. At least not all the way if the little glances Steve gave him during his famous lunchroom rants were any indication.

And then the world came crashing down around Steve and Eddie got see a whole new side of Harrington that he hadn’t seen before. Steve would still sneer at Eddie’s rants, laugh at Eddie’s attempts to wound him, but there was something else.

He began flinching at loud noises. He went from the top of most of his classes to barely skating by. He started wearing sunglasses all the time. He would turn to his right side when people talked.

That’s when the start of Eddie’s crush happened. This deposed king, was quieter, rougher around the edges, but also the same time gentler, too.

Steve graduated and Eddie did not. It lessened their interactions a great deal, but when Eddie found that Steve was working at the mall in the most ridiculous outfit. It wasn’t even cute, but fuck did it do a number on Eddie’s libido. His attraction turned into full on lust.

And then they ended up saving the world together. And Steve full on saved his life. That’s when Eddie knew he was trouble. That’s when he fell in love with Steve. Head over heels.

That’s when he knew he was going to need a game plan to woo this bastard. This beautiful, sassy, completely oblivious bastard.

*

Step One: Determine if you are their flavor of partner.

There is nothing worse than assuming a guy might into dating you and then for him not be. Now, everyone Eddie had pegged as gay or bisexual had been correct, but there was always that chance. That first time he was wrong.

And considering that they had become friends after all that, Eddie had be sure.

“I’m just saying that Luke was prettier in the first one,” Eddie defended. He was harassing his favorite Family Video employee, Steve Harrington.

“Come on,” Steve argued back. “That’s not fair. The actor got into a really bad accident between the first and second one. But I would say he looked best in the third one with the teddy bears.”

“They’re called Ewoks,” Eddie moaned. “They aren’t teddy bears.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Besides everyone knows that Han Solo is the hottest guy in the Star Wars trilogy.”

Eddie slammed both hands on the counter making Robin and Steve both jump. “You take that back. This Lando Calrissian slander and I won’t have it!”

Steve laughed.

“Since when did you have an opinion on hot guys anyway?” Robin asked from the candy display in front of the counter, where she was restocking the Reese’s Pieces.

Steve frowned. “Since always?” Eddie and Robin both raised an eyebrow at him. “Me and Carol and Tommy would rate the guys in every movie we saw. Doesn’t everybody do that?”

Robin raised the other eyebrow. “No. I certainly don’t. But I’m gay, so guys just don’t do it for me.”

Steve turned to Eddie. “So what’s your excuse then?”

Eddie grinned. “Because I’m gay and guys do do it for me?”

Steve blinked. “But I like boobies, too. Unless there’s a thing for both?”

Eddie grinned. Gotcha! “Sure there is, beautiful. It’s called being bisexual. Freddie Mercury from Queen and David Bowie are both bisexual.”

Steve frowned. “Is that what Vickie is?” he asked Robin. “Does she like both, too?”

Robin blinked. “Oh. I mean, yeah. I hadn’t thought of that. Yeah, I mean she could like both.”

Steve bumped her with his hip. “There you go. Now ask her out already!”

He laughed and ducked when she threw a packet of Reese’s Pieces at his head.

He bent to pick them up, but they were a little abused and a corner was torn. “Shit.”

Steve held it up so they could see.

Robin grimaced. “Oops!”

“I’ll buy it,” Eddie said. “That way you guys won’t get into trouble.”

Steve smiled wide. “You’d do that?”

“Sure thing, princess,” Eddie said returning the smile. He paid for it and then bid them goodbye.

As he walked out the door he heard Robin say, “I thought he hated Reese’s Pieces.”

Eddie laughed.

Max laughed. “That one’s easy. Being straight has its privileges. I know Lucas is straight, so I have that one in the bag.”

Eddie grinned. “It certainly makes it easier, that’s for sure.”

She laughed even harder.

“Now do you want to hear the rest of these or not?” Eddie growled.

Max waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Go on. I’m the one that asked for this.”

*

Step Two: Find Common Interests

On the surface, you couldn’t find two people more fundamentally opposed than Steve and Eddie. Rich, prep, jock, alt rock, pretty boy. Poor, metalhead, nerd, did I mention metalhead?

In the Venn diagram of life it should be two completely separate circles. But there were overlaps. Their taste in movies for a start. Steve Harrington loves horror movies.

“Hold up,” Max interrupted. “There is no way in hell that Steve can even stand horror movies. Have you met the guy?”

“I am dating him,” Eddie said with a laugh. “I would certainly hope so.”

“He really likes horror movies?” she asked incredulously.

“He thinks they’re great date movies,” Eddie said with a grin. “It’s great for cuddling.”

“Ew, gross!” Max said with a sneer.

“Don’t knock until you try it kid.”

*

They were all at Steve’s for movie night and they were having a hard time choosing a film that they could all agree on.

“We aren’t watching Gremlins!” Robin protested. “They’re too creepy.”

Jonathan threw his arms in the air. “That’s the point. They’re supposed to be creepy.”

Nancy wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like it either. I don’t think I saw more than five minutes of it when Steve took me.”

Steve laughed. “That was rather the point of taking you.”

You could almost hear the record scratch the universe made when every head in that room turned to Steve.

Steve smirked. “What? The point of taking any date to a horror film is to get cuddles when it scares them.”

“Ooh...” Jonathan said. “That makes sense. I never pegged you for a horror guy, but you were always on top of when they came out in theaters.”

“Hey,” Steve said, “I do enjoy them for their own merit. And I always pre-screen them so I know it won’t be too gory or too scary. Because giving the date nightmares is the last thing I want.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth. “You like horror movies? You’ll pardon my skepticism, but like what?”

Steve hummed for a moment and then scratched his cheek. He snapped his fingers. “Damn it, I’m really bad at movie names. Just give me a minute.”

He ran up to his room and brought down about four or five VHS tapes.

“Let’s see,” he said absently. “Evil Dead, Nightmare on Elm Street...The Dead Zone. That one is really good. Went right out and read the book after that one. And Poltergeist.”

Eddie made grabby hands for the tapes and Steve handed them over. Eddie looked them over.

“Got some pretty good taste here, Harrington,” he said after a moment. “But why aren’t they down here with the rest of the tapes?”

Steve blushed. “My mom said I had to keep them in my room so her friends didn’t think she liked that trash.”

Robin’s eyes went wide. “I don’t like horror either, but to call it trash is a bit harsh.”

Steve shrugged. “Not all horror is created equal. Like the one about the dog in the Antarctic killing people? No thanks.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “You’ve seen The Thing?”

“Is that what it’s called?” Eddie nodded. “Yeah. It was too gross even for me.”

Eddie licked his lips. “Did you know it was a remake from the 1951 classic, The Thing from Another Planet?”

Steve’s eyes lit up. “Really? Maybe I’ll like that one better.”

Eddie grinned. “My Uncle Wayne owns it. Why don’t you come over on your next day off, and we can watch together without these heathens.”

Steve laughed as Nancy and Robin squawked indignantly. Jonathan just shook his head.

“Sound like you’ve got a deal, Munson,” he said with a grin.

They ended up watching Pretty in Pink again, because Nancy and Robin strong-armed the boys into agreeing.

“And he still didn’t get you were flirting with him?” Max asked.

“Nope!” Eddie cackled. “But remember we are dealing with oblivious jockus. They aren’t known for picking up on subtle clues.”

Max laughed. “Fair Enough. What’s next?”

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The New Highs and Lows of a Ball Boy

rating: G | cw: ankle injury | tags: volleyball, pre-relationship, Jeff is Eddie’s best friend, sweetheart Steve, secret Shakespeare fan Steve, post S1 | wc: 1000

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Dec 22: Sports AU

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This is humiliating. Eddie thought miserably as he stood next to the wheeled box of volleyballs. He wasn’t even allowed to sit down on the bench. The coach couldn’t let him help with the net’s setup 

He glanced again at the gym’s clock. 3:27. God, he should be doing the Hellfire campaign right now.

But nope. Jeff had forced him to postpone the next campaign to Tuesday because the boy’s volleyball team had some extra practice today for some upcoming state tournament Eddie gave little fucks about. Then Jeff had (albeit apologetically) dropped the bomb that he wanted to drag Eddie to the gym as their replacement ball boy.

Eddie did not like that and refused to budge.

Until Jeff had looked Eddie in the eye and said, “Postpone and do this favor for me or I will tell the club about the trash can incident.”

The unwavering confidence Eddie had at the time immediately froze into dread. “You wouldn’t-”

“What’s the trash can incident?” Frankie had asked.

Jeff had opened his mouth to answer but Eddie frantically shut him. “Fine! I’ll postpone Hellfire and be your stupid ball boy!”

He hasn’t stopped regretting this decision.

Across the gym, the jocks were doing some stretches. Of course, one of them was Steve Harrington because god forbid a single sport team be untouched by the King of Hawkins.

He caught Jeff’s eye and gave him the most pissed off stare, conveying the you did this to me message. Jeff just smiled and waved at him cheerfully like a child getting his dad’s attention. A couple jocks noticed and laughed, though Jeff immediately turned around and said something that backed them off.

Well, Eddie couldn’t hate him forever.

Few minutes later, the net was up and the coach whistled for everyone’s attention. He said some things that Eddie zoned out on. Another whistle and the players scrambled to their teams. Some of them took positions on opposite sides of the net and others sat on the bleachers. Eddie tried not to scowl at Jeff and Steve being on the same team.

See, as much as he decries it, Eddie does enjoy watching sports. Preferably baseball on the TV networks Wayne would tune in sometimes after work. Not because he was a fan but because it was much easier to cheer on a team in your room instead of dozens of other students who saw the jocks as untouchable stars instead of assholes.

So while he had not idea how the fuck volleyball works, he kept his eyes on Jeff whenever he had the ball and slammed it over the net. He was much better than Steve, who seemed to be doing nothing at his corner of the gym. 

And then Steve finally made a move. Eddie watched in real time as Steve ran right behind Jeff and another kid, jumped up to hit the ball over the net, and landed back down only his left foot to roll right underneath.

Steve collapsed completely, immediately clutching his ankle. Even Eddie cringed at the sight. For a few minutes, everyone gathered around Steve and watched as the boy tried to put weight on his now-bare foot, only to shut his eyes and vigorously shake his head.

“Sit on the bench next to Munson, Harrington.” The coach ordered. Eddie just stood as Steve hobbled himself over to the bench and sat down. He gasped for breath as he ran for a marathon.

“You were shit anyways.” Eddie blurted out. He almost regretted it when Steve turned his head towards him. Instead of snarling at him to fuck off, Steve laughed, his eyes crinkling.

“Gonna be honest, I’m kinda new to volleyball.” Steve wheezed, rubbing his ankle tenderly. The skin was terribly red and swelling a bit. Jeff appeared and gave him an ice pack, which Steve thanked him for. 

Jeff looked at Eddie and mouthed, “Don’t start anything.”

Eddie just grinned and flipped him off. Jeff rolled his eyes, lightly punched his shoulder, and returned to the court as practice continued.

“Why would the King even try volleyball this late within the spring court?” Eddie asked flourishly. 

Steve squinted at him for a moment before shaking his head, “Hey man, don’t call me the King, ‘kay? I actually hate the name.”

“But it’s your crown, so heavy is it to wear!” Eddie held both hands against his own hands, feigning a scandal. 

Steve snorted, his lips turning up with a smirk, “My crown’s in my heart, not on my head. Not decked with diamonds or stones nor to be seen. It’s just content.”

Eddie felt his jaw drop to the floor. He stared at Steve, taken aback by the words and the slightly mournful tone he’d spoken in. Steve looked back at him, his smirk falling into a small, insecure frown. Wait, since when had Steve Harrington looked insecure? Why did he also look close to crying?

No time to unpack all of that, Eddie shook himself back to reality and cleared his throat. “D-Did- did you just quote Shakespeare?”

The vulnerability was gone and Steve sent him a charming smile that did dangerous things to Eddie’s gut. “It’s paraphrased, but yeah.”

Eddie felt a grin breaking through his face and leaned over Steve. “Never knew you were such a theater kid. What a charmer.”

He saw the way Steve's cheeks turned a shade darker, how his Adam’s apple bobbed with a small swallow, and how his eyes briefly flicked to Eddie’s lips. 

If they weren’t alone, Eddie was certain they would be honest to god grabbing each other’s faces and-

A sharp blow of the whistle jerked Eddie back. The coach was pointing wordlessly at the extra volleyballs. Eddie quickly picked a random ball and threw it to the court. When he looked back at Steve, he was too attentively pressing the ice pack on his ankle.

On the court, Eddie saw Jeff staring back at him with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

[leelei1980]

Loving Mr. Munson

Part 15: To have and to hold❤️

Authors note: The moment we have been waiting for! Sorry this one took so long but I wanted to take my time. This one was long so I had to break it up into 2 parts- I promise that there will be plenty of sweet smut in the next part, but I hope you enjoy Soft Eddie and the sweet fluff of this first part❤️

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Reader:

You can't believe it, the day is finally here. Today you become Mrs. Edward Munson. The thought gave you butterflies in your stomach.

As soon as Eddie had gotten off the phone with Steve Harrington you immediately called your best friend Lisa. After a full minute of her screaming her congratulations into the phone she happily accepted your offer of being your Maid of Honor. You swore her to secrecy, telling her that this was a small private ceremony and that there would be a more elaborate, traditional wedding in the future. She said that she was honored that you had chose her for such an intimate occasion.

You were surprised yet not surprised when you received a phone call later that night from Dustin, then Robin, then Mike and Lucas offering their congratulations on your upcoming nuptials.

" Sweetheart I made him take a fucking oath of silence-" Eddie sighed and you couldn't help but laugh.

" Did you honestly think he keep something like this a secret?" You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling." It's fine baby. I know they will keep our little secret."

" I fucking love you, with all my fucking heart. And I'm ecstatic that your just as anxious as I am to make things official." He kissed your nose , then your lips." It makes it 1000 times more special, because this is something that we are doing just for us." He pulled you close." I do want to give you the wedding of your dreams Princess. I want you to have it all."

" I don't need all that Eds, I just need you."

He smiled and cupped your face in his hands." I can't wait for you to be my wife." And then he kissed you until he took your breath away.

The next day you met up with Lisa after work to buy a new dress. You just wanted something pretty, and lacy and white, although you were anything but virginal, especially since you have been with Eddie. The man had shown you pleasure you hadn't known was possible. But still, white was tradition.

You went from store to store looking for the perfect dress, trying on what felt like a hundred dresses before finding one that was just right. It was lacy, strapless, and the short skirt flared out at the waist. It was just what you were looking for, pretty, feminine and simple. Then you picked out white lace up heels and a beautiful pearl clip for your hair. It was really coming together.

The next night you went to the florist and ordered 2 small ,simple bouquets of white gerber daisies and 2 boutonnières for the boys. It may be a civil ceremony but you still wanted it to be perfect. Then last but not least a cake, just a small heart shaped cake that you could cut up and feed to your husband and bridal party. God, the thought of calling him your husband made you giddy.

" Darling?" Eddie asked as you lay in bed together, his arm draped over you, his face nestled in your neck.

" Yeah baby?"

" What are we doing about rings? I mean if this is going to be our secret we can't wear wedding bands right?"

" Right. Well you already wear rings, give me your favorite and I will use that during the ceremony. You can have my engagement ring. They are mostly symbolic anyway, when we have our bigger ceremony we can get matching ones."

" Your so fucking smart." He kissed your neck and squeezed you tight." I can't believe it is just a few days away." You felt his lips turn up into a smile against your skin." Are you really going to spend the night before the wedding at Lisa's?"

" Of course I am. It is tradition, you Mr. Munson are not supposed to see the bride before the wedding. Courthouse or not, I want it to be a surprise. Besides we are going to do a spa night. We are going to get mani and pedis after work then we will go back, drink some wine and apply some hideous face masks that will make our skin radiant."

He chuckled." That means I have to sleep all alone ?"

" I'm sure Steve would come in for a cuddle if you get lonely-"

Eddie laughed." No fucking way."

" It's all included in his best man duties."

" He is taking me out for a couple of drinks the night before and standing by my side. Those are the extent of his duties."

" Are you nervous Baby?"

" Not at all. You?"

" Not even a smidgen. I have never been so sure of anything in my life." You snuggled into him. " Do you think you could meet me at the town clerks office tomorrow to fill out the application for a marriage license? Supposedly it only takes about 20 mins. Then it will be one less thing we have to do."

" Absolutely. Then we can get lunch after. " He kissed your shoulder. "Damn baby girl, you are on top of it."

" I would rather be on top of you."

" So there is no rule about abstaining from sex right before your wedding or anything right?"

" I mean we could if you wanted-"

" Fuck no! " He pressed his erection against your ass." Does it feel like I want to abstain?"

" Not at all."

" Why don't you climb aboard baby, ride the fuck out of me and give me something to dream about that night that you are away."

You smile to yourself and sigh." Well, if you insist."

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The next day you met up at the town clerk's office to get your marriage license, you were one step closer, one more thing crossed off your list.

" It's down on paper, all we need now is a signature!" You smiled across the table at him.

Eddie smiled and grabbed your hand in his. "Almost there Sweetheart. "  He raised your hand to his lips. " I'm so fucking excited."

" I can't wait for you to see my dress."

" Your going to look beautiful. You could wear a fucking burlap sack and still look like a masterpiece."

You smiled" Your such a sweet talker Munson. "

He popped a fry in his mouth and winked." I speak nothing but the truth."

You smirked and stirred your drink around with your straw. " Harrington comes in tomorrow?"

" Yeah, the fucking blabbermouth."

You laughed." He was excited! He just wants you to be happy you know. I think it is sweet." You took a sip of your drink.

Eddie pointed at you with a fry." Now Dustin, he would have taken it serious. He would have kept a secret."

You smirked." You think so?"

" I know so. He's going to be my Best Man next time.Have you thought about what you want Dollface?"

" Your going to laugh."

" Why would I laugh?" He picked up his burger and took a bite.

" Because out of all the things one could possibly need to plan for a wedding, the one and only thing that I know for certain is that I want Gracie to be my Flower Girl." You had absolutely fallen in love with Dustin's little girl the last time you saw her, you were inseparable, and at this point you may even outrank Uncle Eggie as favorite.

Eddie stopped mid chew and sat back in his chair. He hurriedly swallowed and then smiled." Just when I thought I couldn't possibly love you any more...I love that she is the first thing to pop into your head. It's fucking PERFECT Sweetheart, Princess Gracie, our pretty little flower girl!" He clapped his hands together excitedly. " We could get her a fucking little crown, she would lose her shit!"

Your heart swelled." Yes! And she would have a fluffy little dress and a little basket of flowers! She really would look like a princess!"

" She would be so fucking cute. I wonder if Mason would be walking yet, probably not, he's just a baby still, I mean depending on when we plan the wedding though maybe-"

You cut him off with a kiss. " I love you Eddie Munson. I love that YOU want this as much as I do. " You sat back in your seat. " Maybe, if he can't quite walk we could have Rosie and Izzy be Jr. Bridesmaids and they could pull him down the aisle in a wagon! Wouldn't that be the sweetest thing!" You covered your mouth with your hands. " Holy Shit Baby we're making plans!!! I know, I know, one wedding at a time-"

Eddie smiled wide." We gotta keep track of all these ideas, get like a notebook or something, write this shit down."

" I will!" You were so excited now you could barely eat." It is going to be wonderful, with our friends and our family-" as soon as the words left your mouth it hit you like a ton of bricks. Your family, your Father.You could feel your face fall.

" Baby , what just happened? " Eddie leaned forward concerned." Your whole demeanor just completely changed."

You sat back quiet for a moment. " My family. Who knows if they will even go. I mean it doesn't really matter-"

" Sweetheart," Eddie said softly, reaching out and taking your hands. "Have you heard from your mom?"

You sighed. Your Mother had called you the day after the blow up. She apologized for your Father's behavior, sighting that he was just worried about your wellbeing, you both knew it was a crock of shit, that he was just making excuses for being an Asshole." Yeah. She said she is really excited, she can't wait to go dress shopping, Suggested the country club for the wedding/reception yada yada, but I know that my fucking Father is going to make it miserable. I don't want him to come. I don't want him to ruin the day. I would rather have one of my brothers or Wayne walk me down the aisle."

" It's so fucking shitty and I'm sorry." He ran his thumbs over the back of your hands. " I know you say it doesn't matter but Angel, I know it hurts you."

You bit your lip." He's not going to change, and I don't need his negativity in my life." You leaned forward." You and my Mom and our friends are all the love and support I need. " You let out a deep breath, ready to change the subject, you weren't going to think about that right now." Now, moving on, Baby I need your input,what's your favorite flower?"

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You sat in your old apartment wrapped in your fuzzy robe,wine tipsy and feeling fabulous. Lisa had put out a spread of your favorite snacks, your favorite wine, and now you were lounging around with hideous green masks on your faces, laughing and watching all of your favorite movies.

" Jake Ryan is a total babe, but I'm sorry, there is no way a stud like that would be into a sophomore with no boobs."

Lisa laughed. " And there is no way he would show up from out of nowhere with a cake, and a kiss-"

" Not in the real world! That's why we have to watch movies like Sixteen Candles my friend. "

" I don't know Hon, your life right now is just as wonderful as those movies. You hooked up with your ex boyfriends father , you fell madly in love,now you have a hot fiancé with an amazing body, incredible stamina from what I've heard,AND he is a musician. Not to mention that he treats you like an absolute queen.They should make a movie about you two!"

You smiled and snuggled into your robe." He is pretty fucking incredible, isn't he?" You sighed.

" You're so lucky!"

You finished up your wine and popped a couple of M&MS into your mouth. "I'm so fucking lucky." Instinctively you brought your thumb up to your ring finger to twirl your engagement ring and forgot that it wasn't there. It may have only been a week but you felt naked with it missing. You smiled to yourself, you would get it back tomorrow, along with a vow to have and to hold and then you would never have to take it off again.

When your face mask was dried and your face felt tight you went into the bathroom and washed it off. Wow, your skin was so soft, you were practically glowing, ok maybe it was more than the mask, maybe it was love, maybe it was wine.

"Ok Sweets, your turn-"

" Yeah Eddie, she's right here hold on!"'

Lisa smiled and handed the phone to you." It's Prince Charming! I think he's a little bit drunk!"

You felt positively giddy." Hey Baby."

" Hey Sweetheart." His voice was so fucking sexy." Whatcha doin beautiful?"

You smiled. " Just sitting here in my fuzzy robe , chillin with Lisa, drinking wine and feeling very silly and very tipsy. What are you doing Baby?"

" Just got back from the bar, had a few drinks with Harrington-" you hear Steve holler an enthusiastic 'Hello!' in the background. "And now I'm just sitting here thinking about how much I miss you." You could tell by his voice that he feeling pretty good. Poor Steve- now he got to deal with goofy, drunk, horny Eddie.

" Your sitting there thinking about lil ole me?" You giggled."Tell me Munson, are going soft and sappy on me?" You teased.

Lisa sat down next to me, eyes on me, smile on her face, she leaned in." This is getting good!" She whispered.

Eddie laughed devilishly." There is nothing fucking soft about me Princess."

You blushed." Oh, you don't have to tell me Baby, I already know. I know every single scrumptious inch of your body. I know where you are ticklish, I know where to kiss you, touch you, bite you to get you all wound up-"

You heard Eddie sigh on the other end of the line." You're driving me fucking insane right now, do you know that Sweetheart? Of course you know that, you fucking tease."

You batted your eyes at Lisa then gasped into the phone." Me?Why Mr.Munson, I don't know what you are talking about!"

Eddie chuckled." Oh you fucking know Dollface. You know exactly what you are doing."

" What's the matter Baby? Are those not so soft parts hard now?" You cooed into the phone."

" What do you think? Your a fucking Minx."

" Don't worry Edward, it's only one night. It was longer than that when I wasn't living with you-"

" But now you do and you belong in my bed and in my arms."

" Is that so?"

" I understand though, it's'tradition' . I just, I want you so fucking bad."

You heard Steve chuckle in the background." He's fucking whipped!" Than you heard an "Oof." And then laughter from both men on the other end, and Steve replying." Fucker."

" Baby it's rude to beat up your friends when they come to visit."

" I just hit him in the head with one of your fancy throw pillows, fuckin launched it across the room! Trust me, he's feeling no pain right now and he will make a full recovery. But Sweetheart," his voice went as smooth as silk, " As for me,I'm in desperate need of some mouth to mouth-"

You giggled." I'm sorry Baby, but it's just you and your hand tonight. I promise this is the only time I will ever turn you down for sex, under any other circumstances-"

" I know Angel-" he sighed." Tomorrow your going to make me the happiest man that ever roamed this earth, you know that right?"

" I know Baby." You smiled as you played with the belt of your robe." I can't wait till tomorrow. Part of me wants to go to bed right now so that I will wake up and finally it will be our day. But, I also know that if I went to bed right now there is no way I could fall asleep. I'm way too excited. "

" I could always come over, tire you out a little-"

" No!" You laughed." We need to stay strong."

" I know." You heard him chuckle." I'll let you go so you can enjoy your night with Lisa. Drink some wine, watch another movie and before you know it you will be passed out." He paused. "Then, tomorrow night , your fucking mine Princess. The things I want to fucking do you-" he practically growled into the phone...

" Yes! Yes to any and all the things." You smiled and felt yourself blush." I love you Eddie."

" I love you too Dollface."

" Sweet dreams Baby."

He laughed wickedly on the other end of the line." I assure you My Love, the dreams that I will be having tonight will not be sweet, they will be pure, unadulterated filth."

" As long as they are about me-"

" They are always about you Princess."

You just wanted to melt. Lisa, who was listening to your entire conversation was biting a pillow and kicking her feet." That's so sweet Baby, I'll be dreaming of you too." You bit your lip and winked at Lisa. " What are you going to do when your lying alone in our bed tonight baby? "

" It would be indecent for me to elaborate on my plans, considering Harrington is breathing down my fucking neck trying to listen to our conversation, apparently you give the man tequila and he forgets all of his fucking manners-"

You heard Steve snort." This is high quality entertainment right here. You guys are so in love with each other, it would be disgusting if it weren't so goddamn cute. So what are you going to do tonight when your all alone in your bed? " Steve laughed."It's alright Eddie you can say it, as soon as he gets off the phone with you he's going to go jack off in his room-"

" Jesus Christ Steve!"

You giggled." Are you baby? Are you going to fuck your fist tonight? "

" Shit, Sweetheart you can't just say things-"

"  Like what?" You asked innocently. "Like tonight, when your stroking yourself, pretend that I'm the one holding your cock, caressing it with my soft, freshly manicured hand, with glittery pink polish-"

" Fuuuck. Your fucking killing me right now. I've, uh, got to go-"

" I love you Mr.Munson."

" I love you too Angel. I'll see you at the Courthouse, can't fucking wait."

" Ditto. Goodnight baby."

" Goodnight Sweets."

We both hung up and I threw myself back on the couch sighing, still wine drunk and warm and fuzzy inside .

Lisa let out a little scream into the pillow than tossed it away. " Oh my fucking god! You guys, you guys are just so, he's just, your so- where can I get one? I need a Mr. Munson too! Does he have any single friends?"

You looked at her and you both started giggling like school girls.

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Your hands were shaking, not from fear but from excitement. Today you would marry the man of your dreams. In fact he was standing behind the heavy wooden door in front of you at this very moment, ready to make a lifelong commitment to you, to confess his undying love and loyalty to you.

You sighed. You had never wanted anything more . Today was the most important day of your life.

You had taken your time getting yourself ready this morning, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect when Eddie saw you. Your hair was curled but pinned back on one side with a pretty pearl clip, your makeup , a soft smokey eye, with a light pink shimmery gloss. Your dress,white lace and strapless, accentuated your breasts but in a subtle classy way, flared at your waist and fell just above the knee. It was pretty and feminine and made you feel beautiful. On your feet ,lace up heels that went mid calf and added a couple of inches to your height and made your legs look nice and long. You had followed the tradition of something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. The old, your grandmother's pearl earrings and necklace, the borrowed, you borrowed Eddie's ring to put back on his finger, something new, your dress, and something blue, a white lace bustier and thong set with little blue bows and ribbon on it, that counted right?

" You look so beautiful hun." Lisa smiled , handing you your tiny bouquet. She had also dressed up for the occasion, wearing a pretty green long sleeve dress with leather boots. "Are you ready to go in?"

" I'm so ready." You let out a deep breath and smiled." Time to get married."

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Eddie:

My ears perked up when I heard her voice outside the door. She was here. I knew she would be, there was never any doubt, but she was really here and this was really happening.

" How ya doin bud?" Steve squeezed my shoulder.

" I'm so ready, so fucking ready."

" I'm really happy for you Eddie, truly happy. You deserve this. "

I turned to face my best friend and saw a smile just as wide as mine, and tears? Were those tears in his eyes?

This morning we reminisced about the old days, about how at one point I told him I was destined to be alone, after my first failed marriage, one more of obligation than love. I thought that I would never find anyone that would truly get me, how I probably didn't deserve it. I hadn't really known what being loved and cared for was like until Wayne took me in, my Mother died when I was young, my father was a criminal, always in and out of jail.

Maybe my family was just fucking cursed in love.

But then there was Wayne, who was more of a father to me than my real dad was, and my friends that took a chance and got to know the real me, then stood by my side through everything.

Steve ' the Hair' Harrington , king of Hawkins high, athletic and popular had become my best friend, we had really been through it all together, and now he was here with me today on one of the happiest days of my life, like I had been there for him on his.

"Mr.Munson, my clerk has informed me that you bride to be is here." The Judge smiled from behind his desk and stood up.

" Thank you, uh, your honor, I-" I whipped my head around as I heard the heavy wooden door open.

Peeking her head in, Lisa smiled than ran into the judges chambers with a bag slung over her shoulder and a little box in her hand.

" Hey guys! I just wanted to give you guys these, we had them made up for you-" I watched as she popped open the top of a little plastic case to reveal a Daisy boutonnière for both Steve and I.

I smiled." She really did think of everything didn't she?"

Lisa smiled as she pinned it to my dress  shirt. I had worn a navy blue fitted button down shirt and a pair  of nicely tailored dress pants, the fanciest clothes that I owned and of course my leather Jacket. I had tamed my wild curls with some products that Steve swore by and made sure that I was clean shaven. I was sure that my preparations were nothing compared to what my Sweet angel had done this morning, though to be perfectly honest, as beautiful as I was sure she looked now, I still thought that she looked absolutely gorgeous without all the extras.

" She did." Lisa moved on to Steve, pinning his flower next. When she was happy with the way it looked she came back over to me and gave me a hug, mindful of the daisy she had just pinned." Thank you Eddie, for making my friend so, so happy."

I gave her a squeeze." You don't have to thank me Sweets, it's my honor."

She pulled away and smiled up at me. "I'll go get your Princess, but first-" she  opened up her tote bag and pulled out a small camera." You gotta say cheese." She motioned for Steve to stand close beside me, we were already smiling when she snapped the picture. "Perfect!"

The thought that there were pictures in that camera of my beautiful bride to be had my heart racing.

I watched Lisa set down her tote bag in a chair then disappear behind the door again.

I could feel my hands shaking with anticipation as I smoothed out the front of my shirt,ran a hand through my hair.

" Calm down Loverboy, you look great. I can see your hands shaking from here. Nervous?"

" No. I'm just so fucking anxious to see her-" I stopped as the doors to the judges chambers opened again. I watched as Lisa stepped into the room, holding a small bouquet of flowers, smiling again, this time tears running down her cheeks. When she got to us she stood aside then turned back to the door where my beautiful bride finally came into view.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched her walk in. I couldn't even find the words to describe how fucking gorgeous she looked. Absolutely Every. Single.Fucking,Thing, about her had me breathless. She was just perfect, everything about her was just.. perfect. This moment, the radiant smile on her face, her hair, dress, shoes everything would now be captured in my memory for a lifetime. I found myself drawing in a deep breath, I had been so caught up in the moment I had forgotten to breathe.

" I can't believe she's mine," I murmured to myself as she took her final steps towards me. I felt Steve squeeze my shoulder.

I watched as she handed her bouquet to Lisa than stood close beside me, I didn't hesitate to take her hand in mine,bringing it up to my lips, eyes locked with hers.

" I don't believe we have gotten to that part yet, Mr.Munson, the kissing the bride," the Judge chuckled. We all laughed.

She smiled brightly and reached out, lightly running  her hand down the side of my face than whispered." Hi Baby." The gesture made me want to fucking melt.

" Hi Sweetheart." I leaned down to her ear. " You look..there aren't even words to describe how absolutely fucking gorgeous you look." It took everything in me to not reach out and draw her into my body.

The Judge lightly cleared his throat. "Are we ready to proceed?"

" Yes!" We answered together, smiling.

" Well alright then!" The older man flipped open a book to a dog eared page and began." Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to join this Man and this Woman, in the bond of holy matrimony.

Edward and ( reader ) are here to pledge their love to each other, to be united in a partnership, and to offer each other the security that comes from promises sincerely made, and faithfully kept. They are choosing to make a lifelong commitment to honor and cherish each other, for the rest of their lives."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I looked upon my Sweet Princess's beautiful face. I could see it then, in her eyes, the love and affection that she held for me and in this moment it was almost overwhelming. Knowing that such an amazing woman could feel that for me-

" Edward, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

I squeezed her hands." I do."

The Judge turned to her. " Do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Her beautiful eyes locked with mine. " I do!"

" Wonderful, now repeat after me. I, Edward Munson, take you, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and repeated word for word what the Judge had said, my voice thick with emotion. I felt her small thumbs rubbing circles into the back of my hand and as I stared deep into her eyes I noticed tears.

" Perfect, now Dear, it's your turn. Repeat after me. I, take you Edward, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

She blinked and a tear rolled slowly down her cheek and without thinking I reached up and brushed it away with my thumb. She smiled even wider than her soft voice started, " I take you Edward Munson,to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

I felt like my heart was going to fucking burst.

" The rings please."

Steve smiled and pulled the diamond ring from his pocket and carefully handed it over to me.

" Edward, please place the ring on her finger and repeat after me- I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

I watched her beautiful face as I slid the ring onto her delicate finger. "I give you this ring,Sweetheart, as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." I brought her hand to my mouth again, I could feel it trembling against my lips as I placed a light kiss.

I watched her look back down at her finger and sigh, then her eyes met mine again.

Lisa snapped another picture before handing over my old silver Skull ring. I had had that ring since high school, it was the first ring I had ever bought.

My Princess lightly took my hand in hers and slid the ring onto my finger. "I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

I could feel tears well up in the corners of my eyes, I was so incredibly happy. This was my dream, and now it was real.

" Please join hands."

I held her hands softly but securely, and she gave mine a squeeze.

" By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Indiana, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The Judge smiled and looked at me." Now, Mr. Munson, you may kiss the Bride."

I pulled her body close to mine than cradled her face in my hand, running my thumb over her bottom lip." I love you Mrs.Munson." I watched her face light up.

" I love you too Mr. Munson."

" Just kiss already!" Steve said from beside us, and we laughed.

I felt her arms slip around my waist, and I swooped down and kissed her with everything I had, every bit of emotion I had been holding back during the ceremony finally releasing, a tear of joy rolled down my cheek.

Lisa and Steve cheered, and I heard another snap of Lisa's camera, and I was grateful. Grateful that she had captured the happiest moment of my life.

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Reader:

" I love you so much Baby." You breathed , kissing the tear from his cheek and nuzzling into his neck. He held onto you tightly, just as wound up in emotion as you had been and it made your heart swell .It was perfect. The ceremony was perfect, it was everything you had wanted. Simple, sweet, intimate. And Eddie, he looked so goddamn amazing. The way his shirt fit tight across his broad chest, and his trim waist. And the pants, they fit him like a glove. He was so sexy. You loved that he wore his leather jacket, it was so perfect, so Eddie.

You drew in one more deep breath, getting lost in his intoxicating scent, soap and cologne and there was something else... hair product? You smiled as you pulled away.

You will never in your life forget the sight of Eddie when he first saw you walk into the room, the smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, the way his breath hitched when you got nearer. It melted your heart when he took your hand and kissed it just before the ceremony, knowing that he couldn't help himself , that he had to touch you.

He lifted your chin up with his finger,kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose than your lips. " You look like an Angel."

" Excuse me, Mr. & Mrs. Munson? " the Judge interrupted." Sorry, but if I could just have your Marriage License-"

" Oh yes! Sorry your honor, we just got a little caught up in the moment-" You backed away and ran to Lisa's tote bag pulling out your folder and quickly bringing it back to him." There you go Sir, and thank you, sooo much."

The older gentleman smiled." I see a lot of doom and gloom doing what I do, it is nice to have a little ray of sunshine every once in a while."

Eddie walked up to the desk with you , sliding his arm around your shoulders. " Jesus Sweetheart your freezing!" Eddie took his leather jacket off and held it out, you slipped your arms into it and felt his warmth creep into your body.

" Thank you baby. I am realizing now that short and strapless may not have been the best choice for a Fall wedding." You smirked." But I wanted to look pretty for you-"

" You look knockout fucking gorgeous, Doll." He winked at you , smiling. God you just wanted to eat him right the fuck up.

" There, everything is official. Congratulations."

Eddie picked you up and spun you around and you giggled.

" Would you mind if I took just a few quick pictures? I promise we won't dawdle, we know you are very busy." Lisa asked.

The judge nodded. The four of you hammed it up in the wedding photos, the judge, a good sport offered to take a couple group shots and also agreed to pose with you guys for a couple. You were so glad that Lisa had thought to bring a camera, you were frantically trying to get things ready on short notice that you didn't even think about it.

" Thank you again your honor,  you have no idea how incredibly happy and thankful we are." Eddie reached out to shake his hand.

The Judge smiled and shook his hand firmly. " Your very welcome and congratulations again. Now if you'll excuse me-"

" Certainly!"

Eddie took your hand and guided us all out of the building.

" Can I just say that that was probably the best wedding I have ever been to. It was simple, and beautiful and  meaningful and sincere. It was perfect."Steve hugged us. " I'm so happy for you two. Congratulations guys."

" Thank you guys sooo much for coming to be a part of our day. It means so much to us." You smiled, and hugged Lisa. " Thank you for everything."

" You don't have to thank me honey, it has been my pleasure." She squeezed you back than pulled away. " I have one last photo request- " She nodded to the fountain infront of the courthouse. " It will be perfect."

You smiled up at Eddie." Whatta ya say baby? "

He smiled back down at you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. " Whatever wifey wants, wifey gets." You watched as his smile grew even wider, his dimples absolutely dazzling. He was , without a doubt the most beautiful man you had ever known inside and out. And now this man was your Husband, to have and to hold. The thought was astonishing and overwhelming and you felt tears prick at your eyes and you quickly blinked them away.

" You alright My Love?"

" I'm just so happy Eds." You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed him.

" Awwwww!"

You felt Eddie smile against your lips.

" Let's give them something that will really blow their fucking minds."

A moment later you were being dipped backwards and you giggled in surprise. He smiled as he brought his lips down to yours.

" That's perfect!! Oh my god guys!" Lisa shrieked as her camera clicked away."That ones a keeper for sure."

You smiled up at Eddie as he pulled away. " Your a keeper for sure."

Part 2 - coming soon❤️

As always thank you so much for reading❤️ Comments and re-blogs warm my heart ❤️

[bookshelf-dust]

slumber party shenanigans

based on this ask from @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles

word count: 470 (look i did it!!)

a/n: you’re such a little shit (lovingly). i hope you like this and i appreciate the challenge <33

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🖋️ want another blanket?—i will write you a little ficlet (under 1000 words) for the character of your choice. i would appreciate if you’d specify whether you want comfort/fluff/angst/whatever and i will try and come up with something for you!

The door slams shut and you hear the thud of Eddie’s boots, the jingle of his keys, as you finish washing and putting away the dishes. He didn’t call to say he was coming over, but you know why he’s here.

He walks up behind you. “Why didn’t you come tonight?”

You rinse off a spoon, set it on a towel. “Didn’t realize I was obligated to attend all of your shows.” Your voice is sharp.

“You’re not. You’ve just never missed one without telling me.”

You scrub at a plate, squeeze out your sponge.

“Guess I didn’t want to stay and wait for you to finish making out with what’s-her-fuck backstage, just for you to come out and say ‘Oh, sorry, Jeff needed my help.’ Bullshit,” you mumble the last bit to yourself.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie’s face is burning. He knows exactly what you’re talking about. But if you’re not together, why do you care?

“Stop acting like a dumbass, Munson,” you snap.

Eddie reaches in front of you and shuts the water off. You spin, quickly drying your hands on a towel.

“So what you just showed up here to get in my way and play coy? Or do you have something to say?”

Eddie straightens his back out and crosses his arms. Sometimes you forget that he’s tall.

“Since when do you care who I make out with?”

“I don’t give a shit about what you do, Eddie. But I do care that you’ve been sticking your tongue down the throat of a girl who bullied the shit out of me in middle school.”

You’ve told Eddie about this. He just didn’t know that’s who it was. A shiver runs down his spine.

“Every night that I come see you play, she sits across from me and watches my reactions to you. She follows you backstage and when she’s done, she looks at me and she’s proud that she has you and I don’t.”

Your hands are shaking and you grip the counter behind you to steady yourself.

“You do have me,” Eddie says, voice breaking.

“Not in the way I want.”

What? There’s no way. Eddie’s only been making out with that chick because he’s trying to stop thinking about you in that way. Suddenly he’s very angry.

“Well then maybe you should’ve tried harder to get me.” The words are out before Eddie can stop them.

That hurt you, and Eddie can see it.

“Go.” You’re not looking at him.

Eddie doesn’t move. You pick up his keys and throw them at him. He catches them before they can hit the floor. “Y/N—”

“Get out, Eddie.” He can tell by the tone in your voice that you don’t want to say it again.

Eddie turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

[cyberwears]

Poly! Steve harrington and Eddie Munson X Male! reader

Prompt: "Hi :) would you possibly write a male reader with poly! steve and eddie? Either as a fic or head cannons, whichever you like!" (REQUEST)

Pairing:Steve harrington X Eddie Munson X Male!reader

warnings: mentions of weed, mentions of bullying and fights,

I was so excited for a request like this and now I have it! I hope to do you justice. this is not proof read. REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Eddie

You try and get eddie to sit still long enough to braid his hair (it doesn't work)

Eddie wont let any people touch his hair other than wayne before you came along

You and eddie were together before steve entered the mix

You and eddie got the reputation of “fruit freaks”

When you guys got into fights or jumped eddie tried to defend you but only got beat up more for “resisting the punishment”

You play in hell fire sometimes and are really close with gareth and jeff

You always hangout at band practice and go to their shows at the Hideout

After you graduated and Eddie had to repeat his senior year you tutored him

Stargazing out by Lovers Lake

BED HEAD omg

Eddie prefers soda over coffee or tea in the mornings to wake up with

When he stretches he kicks his leg and does the little spasms when he gets up.

He claims “It shakes the sleep off my weary bones”

He learns how to make paper rings for you

He put on his rings on a chain for you after seeing you stare at it while cuddling

SPEAKING OF CUDDLING

This man is a little spoon all the way (unless you had a bad day then you kinda just lay on top of him

Obviously this man smokes weed so if you’re allergic to it he goes outside or on the roof of the trailer

If not then he asks if you wanna smoke with him

Clingy. Always likes some skin contact. (hands, ankles if hands are not available.)

OMG he loves kissing you EVERYWHERE

PET NAMES AND COMPLEMENTS (prince charming, my king, Lovebug, handsome. Even refers to you as a greek god some days)

Definitely has a polaroid of you in his van AND wallet “that way you’re always with me forever”

You stole his sweater once and he almost tackled you in kisses saying “you look amazing in my clothes”

He spends alot of time reading to you after school/work

Steve

Started off platonic (sharing a mutual friend of Nancy)

No longer friends with Nancy and defend him till you were blue in the face

Graduating same class as him

After hearing Nancy dumped him for Jonathon you quickly came to his aid and took him on a long drive to comfort him

Held him while he was crying

Before he realized you and eddie were together he kissed you in a spur of the moment decision

He was horrified to learn that you were in a relationship and felt bad after the kiss (you said it was ok and it was never mentioned again)

He coming over and asking you advice on how he was feeling and “how to tell that you like men”

You happy helped him if it helped him move on from Nancy

Tended to his wounds after Starcourt with a very frantic “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED”

You introduced him to Eddie and could see Steve falling very fast for him

You worried you would lose Eddie to him because they got really close really fast

“I would never take him from you. I see how he looks at you. His eyes are on you 1000%”

Renting movies and watching them at his house

Swimming in his pool late at night

Trying (and failing) to make you small gifts and bracelets

Getting butthurt when you agreed with the group of kids he ended up babysitting all the time

Steve is a coffee man all the way

messing up steves hair just because he spends so much time on it

Steve and Eddie:

Cuddling together (you all rotate who is middle, the others on the outside hold hands basically caging the one in center in.)

If you have long hair steve and eddie love styling it (short hair, playing with it)

Long night drives and arguments over whose music taste is better (steve and eddie. You never cared to argue the point that both genres have their respective strengths and weaknesses

Off hand comments about how steve uses to much hair product and how eddie doesn’t use any (getting an offend look from both)

If in arguments or disagreement you kiss one of them to shut them up

Taking steve to see Corroded Coffin play

They both suck at taking care of themselves period. You act more like a parent than a partner sometimes (“did you eat breakfast?” “…” “here eat this”)

You wouldn't trade it for the world though

You both scream for eddie when he graduates

You and Steve always carry hair ties for Eddie since he “always loses them”.

You tease both of them about their respective highschool callings and nicknames 

Blurb Below

You wake up and look towards the clock on your bedside table, 6:53 AM. Letting out a whine and a soft remark on how tired you were, you move your gaze from your clock. Becoming acutely aware of the weight on either side of your body and the soft sensation of warmth to either side of you a soft grin overtakes your features. As you look to your left and see a wild mess of black curly hair and relaxed features, hearing the soft snoring of Eddie Munson, your boyfriend of 3 years. Giggling you sink further into the bed to the best of your ability and shift to your right to see short blonde hair. sticking up in spots and the not so soft snoring of Steve Harrington, Eddie’s and your other boyfriend of 1 year.

You lay as still as possible and gently brush the hair out of Eddie's face as the sun starts rising over Hawkins, Indiana. The curtains moved with the sway of the breeze from your open window, carrying the warm summer air into the room. You look between your boys and admire as the ever waking sunlight cradles their faces gently, as one would hold a newborn kitten or flower from a garden. Looking back down you see the boys pinky fingers interlocked on the blanket about where the soft plush blanket meets your hip bones

After laying in the bed for about an hour or so (you take in every crevice on Steve and Eddie’s faces the whole time) you feel a shift on the right side and an arm wraps around your waist as Steve's bare arm tightens and pulls you closer. Sighing you scoot to face him as his breathing changes and his face becomes a tad bit less relaxed. You kiss his forehead as he cracks his eyes open. You watch as he blinks the sun and sleep from his eyes and a wide dopey grin slides over his features as he moves his head just enough to place his soft lips on yours. Taking note to disregard the morning breath you kiss him back just as gently as he did you seconds ago.

“Good morning bug” he croaks out the dumb nickname he picked up form Eddie and sits up against the headboard. Causally, you reach up and smooth out the wild spots in his hair, him gently and playfully slapping your hand away while claiming that he’s a big boy and can handle himself. “Good morning to you too, my love.” you said, voice riddled with sleep and a bit deeper for lack of use. He grins a bit wider and looks over you again. “Y’know you are sexy with that morning voice” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes and went to tease him before hearing a laugh from your left and feeling a shift in the bed. “I have not even been awake for 5 minutes and you two are already ready to jump each other's bones. Good morning to me, I guess” Eddies fake grumpy voice cuts through the teasing banter. you flip to face him and place a kiss on his forehead as your face starts to burn from embarrassment. you feel Steve shift and lean over, kissing Eddie and pushing the hair from his face. “Jesus steve, morning breath” Eddie said as he sits up and makes a fake disgusted face. you laugh and steve looks at the both of you with face offense.

“Well if my breath offends you both so much, you can make your own breakfast” He teases and stands up, pulling his shorts that were disregarded the night prior. You snatch his arm and roughly pull him into your lap and kiss him again. “He was kidding, my love. Give us 15 and we’ll be out there to join you. Maybe we can actually help this time” you said as you sent him your best pleading look. He looks between you and Eddie then snorts “yeah right, after you two almost burnt the house down I don’t think so. I will start breakfast. We’re having pancakes and eggs. I love you two but I don’t think I can handle having to call the emergency line at… 8am” he explains as he glances at the clock. Standing up again he heads out of the room, your gaze follows him until he is out of sight.

You lean back against the bed and turn your head to Eddie who is just staring off into space. As you look at him you lean over and move his hair out of the way and gently bite his shoulder. “Fuck! Why did you do that? I know you love leaving your mark on the world but last time I checked my name isn’t ‘The World’ “ He said as he let out a little yelp in surprise. “I don’t know. Just felt like it. You were spacing out again.” “and you bit me?!” he says in fake anger. “What else was I supposed to do?” you said and rolled your eyes as you moved to go stand.

You make your way to the kitchen and watch as Steve bobs his head and sings to whatever song is on the radio placed on the kitchen counter. While he is dancing like a maniac you see him plating up some food then turning back to the stove. You let out a silent chuckle then move towards him as quietly as you can and snake your arms around his bare waist. the coarse hair from his stomach brushing against the soft skin of your arms and you let out a content hum. “How was your morning thus far, pop star?” You tease as he spins around and pulls you against him.

“I don’t know, poke me or something like a normal person?” He questions as he stands, throwing the disregarded Metallica shirt on. You opt for a plain back tank top and shorts, tying back your hair back the best you can, vowing to brush it later (if you have short hair you run a hand through it to fix the bed head). He pouts then looks over your form. Looking back from your dresser as you slip on your shorts you can see Eddie scheming. Quickly rushing over you kiss him and run your hands down the sides of his arms and to grip his waist in effort to put a pep in his step. “Hey let's go. Steve is probably feeling left out.” you whisper against his lips and pull away. He let's out a whine from lack of contact then follows.

“Pretty good. Better now that you and Eddie are up and moving” He says as Eddie stumbles through the doorway of your shared apartment, making his way to the fridge and grabbing a Coca-cola from it before plopping down at the counter. “Yeah? I am glad” you start and lean up to his ear. “I saw your performance. Amazing might I add.” you whisper as you place a kiss on his collar bone and move away from him, towards the coffee pot after grabbing the dark blue and bright yellow coffee mug. After filling up the mug and sitting down you bask in the morning glow filling the room and wait as Steve finishes breakfast.

The three of you eat, throwing around playful remarks and generally comfortable conversation. You smile and couldn’t and would feel more at peace with the two men you love the most within arms reach of you.

taglist: @hellfirebee @mitzirre

[eddiesghxst]

also i think it’s time for a little drabble from me to you

so yes i’m horny in class when i read ur stuff what else is new.

i’m in this talking stage with a friend of mine and i know i mentioned that long term ex but we were close friends before anything. i know that before anything, eddie munson is your best friend. he’s your boyfriend, he’s your soulmate, your husband, on a leash, whipped

but he’s your best friend before anything. he’d always pick you over anyone first, besides the mind altering and earth shattering sex and romantic side, he wants to get burgers with you and let you kick your feet up on the dashboard. he wants to make fun of your music playlists (cd) and defend your life if someone else does it. he wants to be the first person you gossip to or share an achievement with, and the first person to drive you home. the first person to shotgun a beer with and teach you how to drive his van while overdramatically acting like he’ll die (again will beat someone up just for saying you parked a little off) he’s your lover but he’s your best friend first

🫶 anon

waitttt bc now i’m🥺🥺🥺

eddie really is ur best friend🥺 he never gets tired of being around you and you never get tired of being around him, u two just live in ur own little happy world all the time and everyone (the gang) is like ew this is gross

eddie is more needier than you 1000%. he’ll ask for a kiss and when you just gently kiss the corner of his mouth he’s like, “what the fuck was that?” and you shrug, “a kiss.” “that wasn’t a kiss, that was awful, do it again.” and proceeds to make you do it like four more times.

when ur out at a party and u go ur separate ways eddie finds you later on in the night and my god that boy is practically hanging onto you. wraps his arms around your shoulders and waddles behind you as you walk because he doesn’t want to let go.

the first time you drive the kids somewhere, one of them comments on your driving and eddie’s quick to offer them to walk but deep down he knows you’re absolute shit behind the wheel, which is why he never lets you drive them again. you’ll offer to drive and eddie just kindly takes the keys, “i love you, but you have a habit of pretending you’re the only one on the street, sweetheart.” but with time, you eventually get better and earn everyone’s trust <3

and he swears he doesn’t listen to whatever music you listen to but sometimes, when he misses you, he drives around and listens to your playlist, and he gets a warm fluttery feeling in his chest when the sun beams hit his windshield at the perfect angle to show the smudged footprints you left against the inside of the glass.

most times, he can’t stop himself from stopping by to drag you onto his joyride. let’s you play whatever music you want and takes you to get milkshakes and definitely devours like half of your meal bc he’s annoying but it’s okay bc he’s cute and he gives you sweet sugary kisses to make up for it

[cupidsmoonlight]

on your knees // eddie munson

*not my gif*

(eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader)

summary: eddie isn't as sneaky as he thinks he is...

word count: over 1000

warnings: fingering, semi-public sex, voyeurism, daddy kink if you squint

you always thought basketball was boring. hours, and hours, of sweaty men in short shorts throwing balls at each other. you felt like a ghost, stuck haunting a mediocre high school.

you purposely waited until the end of the game before making your escape attempt. you were glad you did though, as you got to see lucas sinclair, your best friend and little brother from a different mother, make the winning shot and secure his future seat at "the table". you had never screamed louder. you immediately ran up to the freshman and pulled him into the tightest hug you could manage. you told him you knew he could do it and squeezed his cheeks, moving out of the way so the rest of the team could celebrate with him.

you walked back to where the cheerleaders were all relatively located and pulled your best friend aside, "hey chris, im not feeling so well," you told her quickly, "i think im gonna skip out on the party tonight,"

"awww well i'll miss you tonight, but feel better and call me if you need anything!" the blond cheerleader responded as she pulled you into a hug.

"thanks, cap, i'll call you tomorrow, ok?"

"sounds good! stay safe y/n! i love you!"

"i love you more!" you gathered your stuff as you walked out of the gym and into the locker rooms. you knew the girls never go in there after a late night game because there's always a party to go to. you quickly placed your bags down as you striped out of the skin-tight cheerleading uniform. when you were fully bare, you stepped into the steamy shower to wash the day's stress off of your tense body.

you let out a deep sigh as the warm water slowly soaked your body. meanwhile, just down the hallway, a vigorous game of D&D had just ended and the members of the famous "hellfire club" were in an all-time high. they were all walking around the high school hallways together waiting for their rides to arrive, as they were going over the tremendous win that had just occurred.

"hold on guys, i gotta go take a piss." eddie spoke out as he separated from the rest of the club. as he ventured the halls, he just happened upon the girls' locker room. it wasn't on purpose. he was, really and truly, looking for the bathroom. he just... got distracted. distracted by the hot silhouette from the other side of the shower curtain. "holy fuck." he gasped.

your silhouette looked heavenly. he cautiously ventured into the steamy room. he took small, quiet, steps, trying as hard as physically possible to not make a noise. to not breathe. to hold in his deep gasps as your curvy shadow moved around.

you thought it was cute. the way eddie thought he was being slick. the way he thought he could get just silent enough to get away with being somewhere he knew he should be. "eddie," you stuck your head outside of the curtain, not bothering to hide anything, just to see the boy's shocked face, "if you're gonna be a voyer, at least be good at it."

you turned off the shower, grabbed your towel, and exited. slowly wrapping your towel around your lower waist, making sure to give eddie a good view of what you know he loved the most; your boobs.

"what can i say, doll?" he walked up to you and rubbed his hands up and down your figure. he loved everything about you. everything you hated. every pimple and dimple, every stretch mark and scar, every tug and tag and hair, if it was yours; he loved it. "you're just too goddamn sexy." you guided your soft hands from his chest to his hairy head. you tangled your fingers into the messy strands and you pulled him into a deep kiss. it was hungry and passionate. it was unlike any of your other kisses with him. it meant something...it meant... everything.

you pulled away from the kiss and slowly walked backward until you sat down on the bench. you spread your legs, the towel barely hanging on at this point, and leaned back on your elbows. eddie smiled. "you're a fucking tease today, aren't ya doll?" he began to walk closer to you as you smiled like the cheshire cat, "on your knees, daddy."

he let out a dry chuckle. "be careful baby girl, i don't want to have to punish you." he was standing between your spread legs, he took your jaw in his hands and made you look into his, deep, dark, lustful, eyes as he towered above you. you bit your lip as you dug your hands into the bench to try and relieve some of the pressure building up between ur thighs. eddie noticed this as he slowly got down on his knees. he ran his hands all over your lower half, from your ankles all the way to the last remnants of your summer tan that hadn't faded yet right on the tip of your thighs. "it's dinner time eddie," you pulled him closer by his crisp hellfire t-shirt. "it's a good thing i'm fucking starving baby." his smile became almost animated as he removed his hands from your goose-bump covered thighs and he slowly unwrapped the towel that was already barely hanging on as it was.

he grabbed your thighs and moved them over his shoulders. he put his freezing cold hands on your lower back and pulled you to the edge of the bench. "if you look anywhere other than my eyes, princess" he kissed her thigh, "i'm gonna make your life a living hell." you nodded desperately, trying your best to lower your heart rate.

he moved his hands from behind your back as he placed one on your thigh and used the other to gently push your chest back so you were leaning against the wall. he started placing kisses on your inner knees. eddie made his way up, making sure to leave no part of your skin unattended too.

"eddie, baby, please no more teas-" you’re cut off by the feeling of eddies ring clad finger sliding between your folds. you let out a breathy moan at the intrusion. he began making figure 8 motions, teasing your entrance and your clit so achingly slow but so painfully right. "you doin' good up there baby?" he questions, slowly kissing closer and closer to your lower lips. "yes, yes, it feels," you nod desperately, "so, so, good"

"good." he spoke into your soaking folds as he inserted a finger into your aching hole. he started giving kitty licks to your abused clit and your back instantly arched, hips pushing themselves down closer to his finger and warm mouth. the contrast from the coldness of his ring inside of your warm walls made him almost cream his pants. he added another finger inside of you and he immediately felt you're already tight walls clench and squeeze around the foreign objects.

"fuck." you bit your lip trying to hold in the obscene noises inside until he bit down on your clit and you gasped and squirmed around, losing control of your body for a moment. "don't you dare try and be quiet or I swear to satan i'll stop." you immediately began protesting, "no eddie, baby, i'll be loud, i'll be so fucking loud." he laughed at your desperateness and as time passed you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the coil in your lower tummy bursting.

by the time eddie added a third finger, you couldn't control your body anymore. you were so close to the edge. the only noises you were making being a mush of curse words and nearly pornographic sounding moans and babbles. "you're so close baby," he spoke into your lips as he ate you out like you were his last meal. "just let go; i got you y/n."

with those final words, you were gone. your body spasmed as the world flashed white for just a moment. you could feel your cum leaking out of you onto eddies waiting tongue. after he finished cleaning you're pussy up, he sat up, proudly showing you his face covereded in your juices. he began leaving a trail of wet kisses from the brim of your sensitive pussy to your belly button, to your nipples (he stayed sucking on those for quite a while), to your neck, and finally to your mouth. he pulled away for a moment as he let out a deep breath, "can you taste yourself, baby?" he kissed her, hard, "so fucking sweet. he leaned his head into her neck as she recovered.

"I love you, doll."

"I love you more eddie."

AUTHORS NOTE: first imagine everrrrrrrrrrr omgggggg. please send me requests and ideas because I love bringing people's ideas to life!! as someone who only began writing because they were sick of having to search for hours for a story with the perfect storyline, i wanna be here for yall <3

*not my gif*

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Go With This

Prompt Day 30: New Year's Eve | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Underage Drinking, Weed, Off-Screen Sex While Under the Influence | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, New Year's Eve Party, All the Teens, Kissing at Midnight, Getting Together, Morning After, Eddie POV

"Gareth, no!" Eddie screams, as he steps through the doorway, but it's too late. The bottle of champagne pops open, exploding all over Steve's kitchen.

"Oh, fuck!" Gareth says, trying to control the spray, but it's useless. He's making it worse instead of better. Gareth didn't shake it up on purpose, but Eddie watched him poking at the cork with his pocket knife and knew something bad was gonna happen.

Gareth is flailing around, shouting, "I'm sorry!"

Steve's already waving him off, grabbing a towel off the counter, then some paper towels, and finally the mop for good measure. It's going to be a goddamn sticky mess when it dries, that's for damn sure. 

"It's okay," Steve says, but Eddie can see that his jaw is tense, clenched. 

They didn't even ask if they could have New Year's Eve here at his house, they all just decided that's what they were doing, and made Steve go with it.

Eddie gets down and tries to help wipe it up, but he's pretty faded. Argyle brought the good shit, and Eddie's been going out back with him and Jonathan all night long.

But, Steve smiles at him, so maybe Eddie isn't on Steve's shit-list.

The ball drops, and it's 1987. He made it through 1986, thank fucking Christ. Eddie watches everyone take turns kissing each other. Weird. He thinks he could have lived without seeing Nancy kiss Jonathan, and then Steve, back-to-back. But then she kisses Argyle, and Argyle kisses Jonathan as Nancy kisses Robin. 

Is this an orgy? 

Was Eddie invited to an orgy and didn't know it? 

Or, do preppy kids have a version of key parties? Eddie looks for a fishbowl.

Gareth gawks at him, like, what the fuck and Eddie stares. He doesn't know either. Clearly not wanting to be left out, Gareth kisses Goodie, much to Goodie's chagrin. Jeff just laughs, and then kisses Eddie, and it's weird, but okay, he guesses.

Then, Nancy presses her lips to his.

He's kissed Nancy Wheeler now. In what world?

But, okay. That's okay, too, he supposes. 

It wasn't sexual. He's sure of that, and if he had any concerns, they'd have evaporated a second later, once he sees Robin kiss Steve. It's the weirdest thing he's seen yet, even if it's only a hard pucker of a kiss that nobody would ever mistake for being romantic. It looked more like a hostage situation, and Robin immediately wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, hard.

"Rude," Steve says, and Robin laughs.

Then, Steve looks at him, and Eddie falters.

Steve's gonna kiss him.

Eddie watches Steve lean in, and Eddie doesn't know if he needs to go with this, or flee the country. It's too late to choose, because Steve presses his lips to Eddie's, and Eddie's hand isn't connected to his brain anymore, because he lifts it, cupping Steve's neck. 

Steve startles, but only for a second, then opens his mouth over Eddie's, and now they're kissing kissing. Not just the friendly peck Steve offered everyone else. 

Shit. Fuck. Damn.

Eddie tries to extract himself from this, but Steve's fingers are digging into his back, and Eddie can feel everyone's eyes on them. They're never gonna live this down. 

Steve finally lets him go, and Eddie makes a move to step away, but Steve grabs his hand.

"Happy New Year," Steve says to the room, and heads for the staircase, dragging Eddie along behind him. 

Oh shit. 

But Eddie follows, willingly. Letting Steve pull him to his bedroom. Letting Steve yank his shirt over his head, letting Steve press kisses to his chest, his scars. Hands roaming, both of them pulling off clothes, grabbing at each other. 

This is really happening.

Eddie tries to toe off his Reeboks, but realizes he's wearing his boots, and almost falls over. Steve doesn't let him, and just squats down, and starts unlacing them. Pulling the long laces loose, in swift movements.

It's hot. It's so hot.

And Steve is eye level with his dick, and this is what dreams are made of, for sure.

Happy Fucking New Year.

In the morning, Eddie clomps across the kitchen floor in his unlaced boots, and the soles stick with every step. He gets a vaguely clean-looking glass from the countertop, and fills it with water. 

And drinks, and drinks, and drinks.

He looks out over the living room, and can see Gareth on the couch, with one eye barely open. Clearly hungover. Maybe Eddie fucked up letting Gareth join them. Gareth's not that old, not yet. He's still in that weird middle-ground. Eddie was drinking and smoking at his age. Steve, too. But maybe they shouldn't encourage it. Maybe Gareth should have been sent to Dustin's kiddie party, instead. But Gareth would've fought that.

Gareth whistles low, a mocking catcall.

Eddie looks down. He's wearing his boxers, and his boots. And that's it. Fuck. Yeah, he's hungover, too.

Eddie doesn't give Gareth the satisfaction, so he twirls, showing off. Acting like he meant to look exactly like this.

Then, Steve stumbles into the kitchen, taking the glass from Eddie's hand, gulping down the rest of the water, and he's in his briefs, and that's it. With a big-ass hickey on his neck, that Eddie is certain he's responsible for, even if he doesn't quite remember doing it. 

"Steve's hairy," Gareth mumbles, and Eddie laughs, even if it kills his head. 

They are all so hungover, it's ridiculous. Maybe he shouldn't have mixed champagne, beer and liquor with Argyle's weed.

But then Steve leans down, and puts his chin on Eddie's shoulder, wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist, hugging him from behind. No, Eddie thinks this is the best thing he's ever done, maybe. 

Eddie leans back into him, and Steve kisses him on the bare shoulder.

"Happy New Year," Eddie says, quietly.

Steve chuckles, hugging him tighter, "Well, it sure has been so far."

Yeah, 1987 is definitely going to be Eddie's year.

Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who read, liked, commented on and reblogged all my entries for this month-long challenge. I really enjoyed participating in this event so damn much. Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[people-will-definitely-talk]

"We should welcome twitter users coming to tumblr" yeah okay but have you ever had to interact with twitter fandom people? They're some of the nastiest beings to ever exist on this fucking planet.

They're the same who stalked Joseph Quinn wherever he went after season 4 of Stranger Things dropped and Eddie Munson became a fan favourite, leaking his dating app profile and his private cellphone number. (They also leaked Gaten Matarazzo’s cellphone number from what I got.)

They’re the same who harassed the Heartstopper cast so much that one of the main actors deactivated his twitter profile and the other was forced into coming out as bi.

And god forbid if you DARE criticizing the show they like, even if you’re a fan of it yourself. Just this morning I got a load of shit thrown at me on twitter because I dared pointing out how netflix acts in different ways towards wlw shows than mlm shows. I went about it logically looking at stats, and used First Kill and Young Royals as an example, because I watched both and the stats were very different in terms of budget, of views, etc. so overall, an easier comparison to make than between two shows who had almost identical stats.

Somehow (considering I usually get, at most 10 interactions under a tweet on a good day), my tweet blew up among Young Royals fans and I got 1000+ among replies and qrts of people who disagreed and I thought okay, not everybody has the same opinion right? Conctructive criticism is a thing right?

Well, on the goddamn blue bird app it is not.

People just said stuff like “it’s just because that First Kill sucks ass” and I tried explaining why (aka the tanking starting budget), so they went on to straight up calling me stupid, dumb, ignorant, they said I did not understand that one is Netflix USA and the other is from Netflix Nordic, mixed with a lot of swearwords in the crassest display ever.

And like. The fun thing is, I’m completing a master’s degree in Swedish. With my main faculty being media criticism. It will literally be my job, one day, to translate and criticize Swedish-speaking and English-speaking media.

Plus, though it’s not one of my favourites, I’m a fan of Young Royals myself because I started watching it to practice my Swedish language skills, and actually worked with its subtitles for a project of translation I had to do for class.

Tumblr may be a hellsite (affectionate) bit it’s really chill now, and kind of a safe heaven for me where I can interact with any kind of fandom and talk freely about which shows, characters and ships/pairings I love (i.e. apparently everyone on twitter is a Billy Hargrove anti. Seriously. Went to see if there were some fanarts, hcs, or other pieces of fanon really, but there was nothing except for hate tweets against both the characters and fans who like him), even when it comes to more serious and technical stuff like why netflix dooms certain shows from the start (cough cough First Kill cough cough) and I would hate to see it become full of hate just like twitter is.

Soooo, tl;dr: Like hell am I welcoming people you can’t have a civil discussion over anything with here.

[ladykailitha]

All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 7

Hi guys! Now that “Rescue” is done, I’ll be focusing on this one a little bit more having already written 1000+ words in the next part. This one is cliffhanger-esque as well. A tad dramatic on Edie’s part. We find out what secret Edie’s being holding on to for a while.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 

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Edie tapped nervously on the steering wheel of her Ford Focus. Her dad insisted she get a sensible car and got her a Focus. It was ugly as fuck, but it was new and that was what was really important to the assholes at school.

“You want to give me a preview of the shit storm that’s about to go down?” Harri asked.

Edie chewed on her lip as she deliberated what to tell him. “My mom liked brag about all the things she had done to my dad when she was drunk and feeling especially vicious. She wouldn’t tell Dad these things. Me. I don’t know how she thought that by revealing how vile she was I would want to live her, but she did.”

Harri thought for a moment. “Just how bad are we talking about?”

Edie gripped the steering wheel tighter until her knuckles turned white. “She would gaslight him.”

“Come again?” Harri asked, eyes wide.

“She would tell him one thing and say she had said another,” she said between clenched teeth.

“Holy hell,” Harri hissed. “And how on earth did she get away with that?”

Edie released the steering wheel with her fingers so she could stretch them out from how tightly she had gripped the wheel. “Dad had three concussions in three years, so his memory wasn’t good to start with.”

“Holy hell,” Harri said again. “Let me guess, ‘can’t talk about it because of the NDAs’?”

Edie nodded. “Well, for one of them anyway. Uncle Jonathan decked him once. Dad said he deserved that one.”

“What did he do?” Harri asked as the pulled into his driveway.

“Made fun of Uncle Will, Uncle Jonathan’s little brother,” Edie said with a wince. “Made fun of all the Byers, to be honest. But I think it was the bit about Uncle Will that really got Uncle Jonathan pissed. Because Uncle Will was missing at the time and Dad was still a bit of dick in high school.”

Harri shook his head. They both got out of the car. Harri closed the door and leaned on the roof of her car.

“And what was the second concussion?” he asked.

She let out a sigh. “Dad put himself between a bully that was threatening to kill someone Dad was in charge of and took a plate to the head.”

Harri tapped the top of the car and began walking to the front door. “Do you know who the target was?”

Edie shrugged. “I do, but he’s kinda famous, so I’m not allowed to say. It’s not an NDA or anything. Just a family secret, I guess.”

Harri shrugged back. He knew his family had plenty of those so he couldn’t really judge her for that.

He opened the door and called out, “Hey, Dad! I’m home!”

Eddie came out of his studio and shoved his hands in his pockets, staring down Edie.

“So Harri tells me you have a piece of the puzzle I didn’t have before regarding how shitty your dad was.”

Edie winced. She hoped she would be helping and not hurting things. “The list of things you don’t know could fill the ocean, I’d bet.”

Eddie huffed out a bitter laugh. “I suppose so. Well come on. I’ll make us a snack.”

Harri and Edie followed him into the kitchen. They sat at the counter on the bar stools. From what Edie could tell from what she’d seen of the house so far it was very different from hers. In both tone and color. Her house was bright blues and sunny yellows. The Munson house was earth tones. Browns and reds and oranges.

Her house was home, but this was homey.

Eddie got out some celery and carrots and began cutting them up.

“So how much do you know about my mother?” Edie asked.

Eddie shrugged. “I know everyone calls her a grade A bitch, but not much beyond that, I guess.”

Edie took a deep breath. “Right then you need a shit ton of backstory before I get to the main event.”

Eddie and Harri shared a look of concern.

“She was setup by my grandparents to steal Dad’s trust fund,” Edie said bitterly.

“I didn’t know your dad even had a trust fund...” Eddie admitted. He set the cut veggies in a bowl and started making his own ranch dressing for dipping.

Edie folded her hands in her lap. “He didn’t either. Not until he married her.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Um...what now?”

“It was one of those you receive it when you turn twenty-one or when you get married kind of deals,” she explained. “Both of my great grandparents set it up when he was born and poured a lot of money into it over time and then upon their deaths, a sum of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars was put in the account. For each grandparent.”

“Your dad had a trust fund of a million dollars?” Harri asked, nearly choking on a carrot he’d snatched.

Edie shook her head. “Plus the interest and the money they had been putting into it since he was born it was worth seven point five million.”

Eddie eyes went wide as his jaw dropped. “That is a lot by today’s standard, twenty years ago that would have been quite the nest egg.”

She nodded.

“And your grandparents, what told her that she would get a cut of the trust if she married and then divorced him?” Harri asked.

Edie shrugged. “It’s a bit more complicated than that. She was to funnel the money from the trust to his parents’ account and then split town.”

“So what went wrong?” Eddie asked. “Because I’m guessing she didn’t get a red cent if she’s so bitter.”

Edie’s features grew hard. “Everyone thinks my dad is stupid but he’s not.”

“He’s never been,” Eddie agreed, he leaned against the counter and folded his arms and legs. “But go on.”

She nodded. “He decided not to touch the trust at all when they got married. He wanted to make it work on his own merits, so he got a financial advisor he could trust and started investing with it instead.”

“I’m betting your mom didn’t like that,” Harri said between bites.

“She’s not my mom,” Edie snapped. “Call her Addison if you have to use something other than ‘that bitch’, because someone who has only spent a total of a single year with me my entire life does NOT get the honorific of ‘mom’.”

She was breathing heavily and her cheeks were flushed with rage. Eddie came around the counter and began rubbing her wrists gently with his thumbs until her breathing even out and she no longer looked as though she was going to run.

“You okay now?” He asked bending his head down and round to her in the eye.

She nodded. “Sorry about that. She just makes me so mad. Not just because she was a horrible mom. But a horrible wife and worse person.”

“I’ve met more than a few of those,” Eddie agreed. “You think you can give us the Cliffnotes version of events?”

Edie looked between the two of them and then nodded. “Bitch cheated on Dad, Dad found out, divorced her, she found out trusts aren’t included in shared monies, and fucked the fuck right off.”

“She–she cheated on him?” Eddie asked a little breathless and lot pained.

Edie nodded. “It’s why Dad doesn’t date anymore. His last partner Andy Miller cheated on him, too. He said three strikes and he was out for good.”

Eddie eyes fluttered shut and he pursed his lips trying to hold back the tears that sprang unbidden to his eyes. He took a moment to get a hold of himself before he asked. “But all that isn’t the puzzle piece you mentioned before. That’s the backstory. So what’s the puzzle piece?”

She took a deep shuddering breath and let out slow and ragged. “I was born the week after Brian Martin’s funeral. Dad wanted to go, but Addison faked Braxton Hicks contractions and they spent the day at the hospital instead.”

Harri cried, “Faked?!”

Edie looked down at the counter again and traced her finger along the lines in the marble. “That’s what she told me. She didn’t want him connecting with his old crowd again because she was sure he’d leave her if he saw how much better life could be without her.”

“I’m not sure I understand the logic on that one,” Harri admitted.

“It’s because she wouldn’t have been able to fly out because it would be too close to her due date, huh?” Eddie said, pursing his lips.

Edie nodded. “Yeah.”

Eddie closed his eyes again and leaned on the counter, his head bowed. His hair hid his face as it traveled through the different emotions. That made more sense than Steve refusing to show. This was the age before cell phones and by the time someone would have gotten a hold of Steve, Eddie was too mad to hear the reason. Even if it was a good one.

“So yeah,” Edie said. “I don’t want you judging Dad for that. He may have done a lot of shit in his life, but that wasn’t one of them.”

Eddie nodded. As much as he wanted to still be angry at Steve over his not being at Brian’s funeral, viewed in this new light, it was impossible. He let out a low, shuddering breath, letting the hurt feelings go with it. He could forgive Steve this.

“Thanks,” he said. “You’re right, that does help in lessening the sting a bit.”

Edie nodded again. “It’s been so hard on Dad these last few years and he’s been struggling. He thinks he doesn’t have a reason to be upset or depressed, but the only friend with in easy visiting distance is Jeff and Uncle Dusty. But I don’t think he counts because him and Aunt Suzy are more like family. Everyone else has scattered to the literal ends of the earth.”

“Edie...” Eddie said, his shoulders slumping.

She held up her hands and waved them back and forth. “I’m not asking you to be BFFs or whatever. Just...a friend, I guess. Or something, I don’t know.” She got up out of her stool, head down. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” She looked up at Eddie, tears in her eyes and then over at Harri. “About any of it.”

And then she ran out the door.

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