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msgexymunson · 2 years

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Red handed was my introduction to this blog and I am here to stay! I liked the friends to lovers dynamic but can I please request an enemies to lovers scenario? reader begrudgingly ends up crushing on eddie and she is forced to admit it to him in the middle of some very steamy hate sex? sub reader, humiliation and degradation please and thank you

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me

Mean!Dom!Eddie x Sub!Fem!reader

Warnings: VERY NSFW, minors DNI or I'll bite your kneecaps off, slight bullying from Eddie (Eddie being a cocky git), f!fingering, slight spit play, small mention of biting, choking (more throat holding than anything), unprotected p in v rough sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), dacryphilia, this gets pretty rough but consent throughout, again I'm British and I try hard with the American stuff lol

A/N: this pushed me well out of my comfort zone but thank you for the ask, I like a challenge! Hope I ticked all your boxes, enjoy!

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"Morning princess!"

"I've told you a thousand times, don't call me that."

"Stop being such a priss and I might stop."

"I'm not a priss, you don't know anything about me Edward."

"Bet I know more than you think princess."

"Stop calling me princess, Edward!"

"Stop calling me Edward, princess."

"Urgh!"

Slamming your locker shut you look over at your agitator. He smiles wide, winking at you.

Every fucking morning. Usually you were calm and sweet to everyone. Laid back, easy going, quiet, controlled. That all changed when you'd reached the same year as Eddie Munson.

He had barrelled into your life uninvited and unwelcome, but there he was all the same. Not only had you been forced to sit next to him in History and English class due to the assigned seating, his locker was right next to yours when they switched them at the beginning of the year. The universe seemed to be pushing you together.

He was loud, and brash, and seemed to revel in the negative attention he received. Everything he did was dramatic and over the top. Not only was he the absolute polar opposite of you, but you were sure Eddie had made some sort of vow to annoy you as much as possible. The digs at your outfits, the chewing gum with his mouth open, the winks when he knew you were already annoyed. It was like he was fine tuning how to piss you off on a daily basis.

Today appeared to be no exception. After home room you slipped quietly into your English class, Eddie being late as usual. You expected to hear him before you saw him, wallet chain clinking, heavy stomping steps, making some stupid remark. So when you felt hot breath on your ear and a whisper of "miss me princess?" Well, you jumped out of your skin, looking round seeing Eddie chuckling, squeezing behind you to take his seat.

"Screw you Edward."

"You wish" came the immediate response. You were almost expecting it, it's the type of thing he would say, but for some bizarre reason you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

Temporarily rendered speechless, you opted for scowling at him instead and concentrating on your textbook.

It was nearing the end of the lesson. Soon, if you were lucky, you wouldn't see Eddie until tomorrow.

Mrs O'Donnell's voice rang out. "Class, now were are nearing the end of Hamlet, you will be completing an oral assignment. In your pairs, you will be arguing for and against Hamlet's sanity. I'll give you further details after we complete the reading tomorrow."

The bell rings, and you get out of your seat, slinging your bag on your shoulder. Eddie stands up and pushes past you before you can move. Pushed off balance, you fall into the table, ass against him.

"Now, princess, stop trying to seduce me, this is a place of learning!" He says to the whole room. A couple of lingering students snigger. Your face glows with embarrassment and anger. You clamber up and turn around to face him. Bad idea. Now, your chest is pressed against his, his breath fanning over you, smelling of cigarettes and gum.

"What is your problem Edward?" You huff in his face.

"You're the one with the problem sweetheart" he smirks at you, "you clearly need to get laid."

You stare at him in shock, mouth agape. He smiles smugly at you and walks off, leaving you gaping at nothing.

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Eddie's words played on your mind all day.

The nerve of him.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn't get his words out of your head. Now, you weren't a virgin, but you'd yet to be satisfied by a boy. You'd had orgasms before, but always by your own hand, and rushed, quiet things, lest your parents heard. As much as it pissed you off to agree with your sworn enemy, he might have a point.

To your mind, it was the only possible explanation to your sudden carnal thoughts towards Eddie. You hated him, you had all year, so why do you keep thinking of him bending you over? Or thinking of him with his head between your legs, being fucked on his tongue? Obscene ideas kept running through your mind, so much so you could barely concentrate.

Late that night, you couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning, you threw a strop, huffing into the darkness.

Gingerly, you found your clit, rubbing circles, aiming to alleviate the ache between your thighs. Slipping your fingers into your slit, you picked up your pace. Trying to conjure fantastical thoughts into your head. No matter what you thought, the image that made you cum was thinking about Eddie pushing his hard cock between your folds. You thought about him fucking you hard and raw, and you came with a silent cry, wetness seeping out onto your mattress. He had taken up residency inside your head and there was nothing you could do about it.

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Gathering your textbooks from your locker the next morning, you slam it shut and try to hurry to your first class. No such luck. You run into a solid wall. Then, looking up, you realise it's Eddie.

"You've got to stop throwing yourself at me princess." He grins, stroking your arm through your blouse. You wrench it away, face flushed and hot.

'Shut up Edward!" Several students turn at your outburst. You're angry, not just at him but at yourself. He shouldn't be affecting you this much, and last nights thoughts swimming around in your brain are not improving matters.

"Chill the fuck out, I'm kidding," he says, a bit of bite to his voice. Fishing a cigarette from behind his ear, he gestures to you. "you wanna smoke? You seem tense sweetheart."

"Why don't you shove it up your ass and fuck off whilst you're doing it." Your face is inches from his. Rage boils through you, and something else that you can't place.

"Ooh the princess swore, I'm really getting to you aren't I?" That damn handsome smirk again, that damn wink!

"Just stay out of my way." You turn to storm off.

"You're a real bitch, you know that?" Eddie yells to your back. You keep walking.

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"So, as we discussed yesterday, your oral assignment is a debate between you and your partner regarding Hamlet's sanity. I'll leave it to you to discuss who takes pros and who takes cons. You will have two weeks to prepare. Remember, this will be 10% of your overall grade, so I suggest you take this seriously. You are already in your pairs."

You are already in your pairs? You've got to be fucking kidding.

Your hand spears the air, face determined.

"You said we're in our pairs. Can't we choose our partners instead?"

"No, that will be far too disruptive. No discussion."

You roll your eyes and glance at your partner.

Eddie's wry smile teases you from the corner of his mouth.

"Trying to get rid of me princess? You offend me."

You clench your teeth in response.

At the end of the lesson, Eddie moves to stand. You grab him by the arm before he can leave.

"Steady on love."

"Listen Edward, we need to decide when we are meeting to study. You're not slacking off and letting me do all the work." You glare at him.

"As if I'd let that happen. So, Friday night good for you? I doubt you have any plans."

Rolling your eyes at him, you say "fine. My house. After school. My parents will be out anyway."

"Oh, you tryin' to get me alone princess?"

You blush, shoving at his chest. "No, I'd rather you didn't meet my parents is all."

"Okay, it's a date." He walks off, leaving you to shout at his back.

"It's not a date, we are studying!"

"Wouldn't want it to be princess." He waves his hand at you whilst he leaves, not bothering to turn in response.

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Friday night rolls around and you are a bag of nerves. The thought of Eddie invading your private space makes you feel sick, but the thought of being at his makes it even worse. At least at your house you have some semblance of control.

The doorbell rings and simultaneously there's a knock at the door.

Even his knock is annoying, pick one for Christs sake.

You open the door, giving him a tight lipped "Hi."

"Don't you even get changed when you get home? Jesus."

You scowl at him but bite your lip. You're going to get through this evening no matter what.

Moving to the kitchen, you go to grab some sodas from the refrigerator.

"You want a drink?"

"Oh, I see we're playing nice. Sure." You roll your eyes grabbing him a can.

"This way Edward." And you walk up the stairs to your room.

What's wrong with my outfit anyway? It's just a blouse and a skirt. Nope. Stop it. Don't let him get under your skin.

Getting to your room, you perch by the pillows on your bed, and gesture at Eddie to sit at the chair by your desk. He completely ignores you, deciding he would rather look at your stuff; picking up ornaments, rifling through tapes, and laughing at your stuffed toys.

You huff at him, he ignores it, opting instead to open your jewellery box, laughing out loud when the little ballerina pops up and the tinny music starts playing.

"I'd appreciate a bit of focus Edward." You say through gritted teeth.

Eddie flops down on the edge of your bed, ignoring the chair.

"You really need to lighten up, you know that? It's not good for you." He grins.

"You don't know what's good for me. You don't know anything about me!" The flush rising to your cheeks yet again.

He laughs loudly at that. "Oh sweetheart of course I do. You're a fuckin' walking cliché. Little Miss Priss, with your blouses and your ballerina jewellery box and your Cindy Lauper tapes. Doing everything perfect, perfect grades. No plans on a Friday night. Probably a virgin. You're barely holding it all together, and I think it's really fuckin' funny that you don't see it."

You're face glows magenta; utterly dumb struck at his words, mouth gaping open. You shut it and manage to struggle out 'I-I'm not, not a virgin." Your voice is small.

Eddie snorts at that. "Oh yeah, was it everything you'd dreamed it would be?"

You didn't say anything. You didn't have to. Eddie laughed.

"I thought so. You know what you need? You need someone to put you in your place."

Your reaction was instinctive and immediate. There was nothing you could do, you had already squeezed your thighs together and made some pathetic whimpering noise before you could engage your brain.

Eddie laughs again, scooting over to you on the bed.

"See? I can read you like a book. So why don't you just admit, the reason why you're such a bitch to me is because you want me?" He smirks at you.

"Shut the fuck up Eddie." Leaning forward, you kiss him, pressing your lips firmly onto his. He pushes back, so hard its nearly painful. When his hand reaches up and holds your throat, you moan loudly. His tongue flicks into you as he pushes you into the bed. You palm his dick over his jeans, desperate movements taking over you.

Scrambling with your legs, you move them so you're laying down. Eddie moves to lay on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

"See? This is where you're supposed to be. Beneath me." He smiles but there's no mirth in it.

You try to bite back, sneering at him "Edward-"

He puts his hand back to your throat. Not squeezing as such, but the threat is there.

"I don't fucking think so princess."

"Sorry Eddie." You gaze up at him, eyes wide.

"See? You can be real sweet when you want to be. Stop being a brat." You nod.

Suddenly, his eyes soften just a fraction, and his voice is a whisper, "you do want this, don't you?" You nod emphatically.

"You tell me if anything's too much yeah?" That takes you back more than all of this, more than the kiss, more than the hand at your throat. You manage to mumble out "yes Eddie."

He winks at you, and his face hardens again. The change is instantaneous and almost frightening.

"Take off your shirt." You do as he commands, cotton bra on show.

Kneeling between your legs, he pulls your skirt up to your waist, exposing your underwear.

Eddie chuckles darkly, running his thumb down your slit, pushing hard at your clothed cunt. Gasping, your eyes widen, shocked at how forward he is being. And at how much you like it.

"Look at this, I've not touched you yet and your soaked through. It's pathetic." Hooking his fingers into the sides, he pulls your underwear down roughly to your ankles. You kick them free, legs settling either side of him.

You feel self conscious, your pussy on display for him, wanting to hide your face in your hands.

"Hey, look at me." Voice iron clad. You look at him, scowling slightly, still embarrassed.

"You want me to fuck the brat out of you?" Head tilted to one side, eyebrows raised.

You squirm, taken aback by his audacity. The fact that your cunt was positively dripping solely on his words and his tone alone was throwing you. Any power you had, had been relinquished willingly, easily-

"Are you gonna answer me or what princess?"

Eddie's hands gripped the insides of your thighs, making you squeal.

"I-ah yes Eddie."

"Yes what?" That fucking smug face, that smirk. "Say it."

"I want you to," you huff, and quieter, say "fuck the brat out of me."

Eddie grins, but it doesn't reach his eyes. He looks like a predator stalking some poor defensiveness prey. You.

Without warning, Eddie jams his thumb deep into your exposed hole. You don't know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.

Your back arched off the bed, mouth forming a perfect O. The pace he set was relentless, thumb wiggling into you, pushing into your heat with the full force of his arm. Squelching echoed through the room. Moaning shamelessly, you felt blinding heat forging in your core, muscles spasming.

"Shit, you gonna cum already? Pitiful really. No ones ever made you cum, have they?"

You cry out in response, "no Eddie!"

In a matter of seconds you explode, the pleasure expanding through your chest and radiating through your limbs. You scream a broken echo of his name, shaking. Eddie doesn't stop fucking you with his thumb. When it becomes too much you put your hand out to stop him, but he doesn't budge.

"Eddie, please, s'too much!"

"You've got another one, I know it. Do you really want me to stop?"

You stare, hand still on his arm, making no move. No, you didn't want him to stop.

Smirking, leaning over you, he spits forcibly on your clit. It's disgusting, but it makes you clench hard around his thumb.

He brings his other hand to your saliva covered bud and starts rubbing relentlessly back and forth. The feeling is so intense, fire in every nerve, animated boiling heat. This time, no sounds escape you. Your orgasm crests with a silent cry, tears streaming down your cheeks. You are drenched, you can feel it covering the bedclothes underneath you.

Eddie finally removes his thumb from you, holding his hand out for you to see. It's covered in your slick.

"Bet you haven't done that before. You squirted all over me. Filthy." You blush in response, trying to catch your breath.

Eddie unzips his jeans and pushes them under his butt, fisting his length. He leans over your panting frame, eyes glittering like midnight. He sucks a hickey to the top of your breast, shining in the light, purple and spit.

"I'm guessing you don't have a condom princess?"

"No, no, I'm- on the pill, please-"

"Fuck, you want me to fuck you raw?"

"Yes, please, Eddie I-I've wanted you to, please, please!"

Eddie laughs at you and pulls you bodily towards him, pulling your breath from you. It amazed you how strong he was. Before another thought could enter your mind he was pushing his full length into you, bottoming out. The stretch was intense. Without giving you any time to adjust he started ploughing into you, one hand pulling you into him by your raised thigh, the other reaching for your hand. You thought for a moment that it was a sweet gesture, stark contrast from how he was treating you, until he grabbed both hands, and pinned them over your head.

Dick ploughing into you almost ferally; hot breath in your ear, "gonna admit it? How much you've wanted this?"

"Eddie, I, fuck, I've wanted this. Still don't, urgh shit, still don't fucking like you."

Eddie laughs out loud.

"Still got some brat to fuck out of you I see." He bites down hard on your shoulder, making you squeal.

He moves your legs, hiking them up and over his shoulders, and drives into you.

"Oh my fucking God Eddie!" He's so deep, hitting your g spot with every animalistic thrust. Your climax creeps up with no warning, suddenly you're full on weeping; a fucked out, blubbering mess.

"Shit princess you crying? Fucking pathetic. That's it, keep fucking crying, gonna make me cum, fuck."

Eddie grabs you by the thighs and humps into you with everything he has. Cursing and groaning he releases into you, back arching, face screwed up. As much as he pisses you off, he does look unbelievably hot like this.

Releasing your legs, he flops down on the bed next to you, trying to catch his breath.

"So," he manages between deep breaths, "you gonna be a bit nicer to me?" He turns his head to look at your face.

You look straight back. "Doubtful." You say, a smile playing on your lips.

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millie-mar · 2 months

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the stranger things i hate about you

chapter six: best hangover medicine

| 1,136 words | 10 things i hate about you!steddie |

Steve definitely drunk too much last night, the bitter taste of beer still on his tongue and memories of the events in the club fuzzy. The boy is sat downstairs on the stool by the kitchen countertop, holding his head, a glass of aspirin in front of him. He’s rubbing his temples, the sound of a notification stinging his eardrums.

‘For fuck’s sake.’ He swears under his breath and reaches for the phone, the light from the screen too bright in the room swallowed by the darkness. He squints his eyes and blindly tries to turn the brightness down, which doesn’t go well for him. He takes a moment to get used to the light and reads the notification showing a message from Robin.

boss:

what happened last night?

The memories of the night at the club suddenly washing over him like a waterfall.

When Eddie started walking away from him, Steve followed suit and tried to stop the boy, attempting to convince him of the sincerity of his words. Eddie was very reluctant and accurately so, after all that Steve and his mates have done, but seeing Steve’s expression had him thinking. His eyes were a bit more narrow, awaiting Eddie’s next words. His hair ruffled, probably by the drunk strangers Steve had to walk past to get to the curly-head. His lips slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, hands slightly shaky on his sides. He was nervous.

Anything else past that requires Steve to do too much thinking, his head pounding, it was like a bomb ticking away, waiting to detonate. He gives up for now and messages Robin back.

steve:

idk, dont remember much

why? did something happen

A few seconds later he gets a reply, amazed with how quick the girl can type.

boss:

well, ik someone whos friends with him and they said that when trying to talk to him, he would only smile and say that hed keep it to himself

Steve’s lips form a flat line, concerned with what he must have done. When he was popular he had drank a lot, and it’d take a lot to get him at least tipsy. But now he was out of touch, and mixing alcohol has been a bad choice.

Steve looked at the glass filled with whiskey and winced slightly. He looked back at Eddie, sat beside him, a wide, toothy smile was occupying his face.

‘C’mon! The big Steve Harrington won’t drink whiskey?’ Eddie teased, knowing full well that Steve will do it. That’s the kind of person he was, or at least that’s what the metal head believed.

‘Oh, get off my ass Munson.’ Steve shook his head and downed the drink, alcohol was burning in his throat. ‘That’s awful.’

Eddie bursted out laughing, leaning back so far he almost fell off the stool. ‘You’ve never drank whiskey? You disappoint me Steven.’ A low giggle escaped him.

‘Why do you call me Steven? You know it’s Steve, you literally said my name earlier.’

Eddie stopped giggling. He looked Steve straight into eyes, and slowly smiled at him. ‘I like to see you flustered. Call it payback.’ And he took another sip of his drink.

Steve gets up from the chair, the memory so fresh in his mind, but so distant at the same time. It feels almost as if they have had been friends for a very long time, which couldn’t be further from truth. Could he even call them friends now?

A knock at the door wakes Steve up from his contemplating, his head turns towards the little hallway. His eyebrows scrunch up and he walks over. Looking through the peephole he sees a courier, holding a box. Steve opens the door.

‘Good morning. I got a package for Steve Harrington.’ The man smiles at Steve.

‘Uh, yeah that’s me. But I didn’t order anything.’ Steve replies, more as a question than a statement.

‘Oh. Uh, it says this is from Mr. Munson. Does that ring a bell?’ Steve’s eyes widen slightly. Eddie? What would he send? And how does he know Steve’s address?

‘Yeah, that’s my- friend.’ Steve takes the package from the man, bids him farewell and closes the door.

Back in the kitchen, Steve puts the box on the countertop and opens it with a pocket knife that was in a drawer. The opened box includes a CD and a couple tapes, as well as a piece of paper. He reaches for the paper and unravels it to reveal a letter.

Sorry dude, I’m old-fashioned. You wanted to listen to some stuff we talked about so I sent it to you. The CD is of my band and the tapes have a bit of Metallica, Iron Maiden and some Dio. I do expect to have them back, you got my address ;)

Eddie

Tapes? Music? Steve is beyond confused not able to register that part of the night. He takes the CD out, the picture at the front clearly self-printed, so the CD must have been burned by Eddie. The name ‘Corroded Coffin’ spaced out at the top of the cover, with bats surrounding a man below the name. Steve remembers the black van in front of the club yesterday.

‘Of course that was your car.’ Steve snickers at the thought and puts the CD back into the box to search through the rest of the ‘gifts’. At the rock bottom, he finds a cassette player with a sticky note saying ‘Cause I doubt you own one’. Steve shakes his head in amusement, taking the recorder and box with him back to his room.

Steve situates himself on the bed, the box carefully placed next to him, cassette player on his lap. He starts looking through the collection Eddie shared with him, but the singular CD in between the cassettes keeps catching his eye. Steve puts the cassette player on the bed table, grabs the laptop from the desk that’s next to the bed and turns it on. After a moment of hesitation, Steve takes the Corroded Coffin CD and puts it into his laptop, a folder popping up on the screen with a couple songs burned into it. He presses a random one, not sure where to start and a sound of guitar echoes in his ear. Drums come in and at the same time Eddie’s voice joins in. Steve feels his heart clench listening to Eddie singing, his voice sounding slightly different to what he was used to hearing at school, or even last night. The feeling goes away as quickly as it appears leaving Steve slightly on the edge as he continues to listen to the band’s music. He could maybe get used to this genre. And maybe he’d get used to Eddie and his company.

Just maybe.

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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 1 year

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This is from that poll that people decided. This is just a sneak peak but when I finish it I’ll be posting it up on ao3 as well. I don’t know if it’s going to be more then one part or not.

Summary - Where Steve and Chrissy’s roles switch. Steve meets Eddie at the picnic instead. Witnesses a very different Eddie Munson than what he was imagining. He’s having a very difficult time falling asleep, and normally he used drugs to appease them. But after season three and that whole situation with the mysterious drugs he cut himself back. But with Reefer Rick in the joint (no pun intended- unless?) the only option is Eddie. Who is just as confused as Steve is about this meeting. (Role swap)

Also happy Easter!

From the right a bird is chirping, excited and happy about the day. The sun is also towards the right, starting it's journey to set. The woods sound lived in, and Steve does enjoy the sounds of the animals but his shoulders were increasingly tense as he hears random twigs snapping continuously. His body jumping, face flinching and feet ready to sprint at any sign of danger. Hands scratching his face as he fidgets more, leg bouncing up and down flinching at the noises that come from his foot in the dirt. Crunching dirt and moving rocks making more noise to rile him up even more. His eyes are twitching, from the nerves or from the lack of sleep is unknown. Groaning as he rubs his face a little more, he's tempted to stand up and leave. Why was he even doing this? God, Robin would be slapping him upside the head for running towards drugs as a last resort. But something isn't rights. Something that no one can fix, the NDA's he signed months ago made sure of that.

He jumps even more startled as he hears more twigs breaking, more then the usual. For a second he swears the sound of ticking off in the distance. Behind him, next to him, possibly even in his head the ticking clicks gently. Though it's drowned out by the loud footsteps coming from his left. He's close to sprinting away when he sees the person he's supposed to be meeting. He was aware of Eddie Munson. But he's never bought anything off from him. Normally that was Reefer Ricks domain but with the guy in jail, that left some dents in Steve's plans. Which must've happened with in the last couple of months as Steve used to be a regular. Before the mall he used to smoke to calm himself enough to sleep. After the mall he could barely get the tiniest bit high before he was freaking out thinking that Russians were out to get him. Though, once again there had been a reason why this wasn't his first resort. Trust him, he's tried everything he could to calm the nightmares and just sleep. The bags under his eyes are evidence that nothing has seemed to work for him.

His hazel eyes follow the others boy's movements. Glancing down at the metal lunch box that the other was carrying with him. A soft humming being heard coming from the back of the others throat. Walking with ease, as if he wasn't doing something completely illegal. Eddies eyes land on Steve after a moment. He pauses in his steps as he processes what's happening. Steve fucking Harrington had been the one to anonymously ask for this deal to happen. He's completely baffled as he inspects Mr. Goody two shoes in all of his glory. And honestly he didn't like what he saw. The guy looked like shit, his eyes were sunken in from the lack of sleep, his skin wasn't that familiar tan color but a more palish white tone and his hair was a bit deflated. Landing in front of his eyes a bit with no product in sight.

"Hm- didn't inspect you to be the wizard behind the curtain." He says in an amused tone. He had no room to judge, he's dealt with far worst then the likes of Steve Harrington. He furrows his eyes brows a bit as he watches the other look confused. He doesn't look all the way there if he was honest. Normally Eddie would be a bit of a asshole, to make sure that his customer knew that he took things very seriously. But something wasn't right about this deal. "Um? As in like Wizard of Oz? You know the scene where they pull the curtain to reveal the mysterious Oz?" He clarifies. Watching as realization dawns on the other boy. Taking the moment to shuffle himself in to the tight space of the bench, setting his lunch box on the table.

"Oh fuck, sorry man. That's not normally the reference I'm used to hearing from the movie." Steve laughs gently. Even in the middle of a drug deal Robin was lurking in the back of his head. Maybe if he was more awake he would be more careful with how he talks. But he's secretly proud that he remembered one of the many gay facts that Robin taught him. He had a difficult time remembering certain things, so it was a miracle he could pin the 'friend of Dorothy' conversation he had with Robin. Who was a ticking time bomb who just wanted to be extremely gay with someone else. Even if Steve wasn't gay, he was still willing to sit and listen to her rants about how unfair society is. He drifts off for a second as he rubs his eyes before he's being pulled back to the business at hand.

Eddies looking at him curiously, eyebrow raised as he for a split second thinks the other knows his friend. But he doesn't want to say anything because this was Steve Harrington. Just the name alone held power behind it. He shakes his head a tiny bit as he moves clicking open the metal locks on the tin. Popping it open as he watches the others eyes move to land on said item. "So- what brings you to little old me?" He says with a huge grin. Pretending to be nice so he doesn't drive off a paying customer. Especially this one, who he's sure has a decent amount of money on him.

Steve hesitates for a second as his hands fidget on the table, shaking a bit before he's moving to wipe the sweat off in his lap. "Well, drugs obviously. Weed specifically." He says gently. His eyes snapping back and forth around the area. Expecting anything to happen.

"Hm- well you are in luck, I have a shit ton of that buddy." Eddie grins leaning forward a bit as if he was sharing a secret. Before he's moving and showing the item to him. Shaking the bag a bit as Steve's eyes move to watch the movement. "Don't worry Harrington, this place is secure. Literally no one comes out this far anymore." Eddie assures as he sets the bag on the table. Grabbing his scale out and a empty bag along with a scoop. "So how much do you want? Cant determine the price until I get a number."

Steve hesitates as he try's to think. But he looks nervous as he asks. "Before I buy any of it, how strong is it? I need something to knock me out." He pauses before adding. "That and the last shit I had was laced, I'm trusting that you don't run that kind of business Munson?" He doesn't trust the other just like he doesn't trust himself in this moment. Or the trees off to his right. Everything was suspicious, like at any moment something was going to go wrong.

Eddie leans back a bit as he listens, taking this just as serious as the other. "Well, if you want I can roll up a sample for you to try right here? If you like it, it'll be a couple of dollars extra for the sample if you don't like it I'll give you a discount." He rambles out. "I would let you have it for free but the bills don't pay themselves." He laughs gently. Though there was no way Steve Harrington had to worry about anything like that. Once again he was Steve fucking Harrington. Though he's quick to furrow his eyebrows. He didn't know many people who sold shit in Hawkins, the information of the other getting something laced was nerve wracking.

"Well fuck man, don't worry. It's all weed. You should definitely try it when you're with someone else then. Just in case you have a bad trip." He says concerned. Quickly moving and finding his papers and quickly rolling a tinier joint. Not wanting to put to much or to little in. Steve's quick to pull his wallet out, looking like that took a lot of energy out of him. Taking the joint from the other before he moves to his pockets looking for a lighter. Groaning as he realizes Dustin had stolen it earlier to do something. God only knows what.

"Fuck- sorry man. Do you have a lighter on you? Henderson stole my lighter to do something. Probably to commit arson for all I know." His voice shakes a bit as he talks. His nerves are shot and just the mention of Dustin was making him nervous. Though he was aware that Eddie knew Dustin. Played DnD with him every week now. Something that had started out this school year. Hellfire was the name he thinks. Shit- that was tonight. He couldn't get high. He had to pick Dustin up in a few hours. "Shit- actually never mind. I have to pick up the little shit from hellfire tonight. I cant smoke right now." He groans.

If he had been a bit more awake he would have found the others expressions amusing. Watching the way he leans back with a gasp. "You trusted the little gremlin with a lighter? Harrington have you met the kid? God let's hope he didn't ask for hairspray." Eddie shakes his head a little, carrying its own amused look. "Though you seriously hang with Dustin Henderson?" He asks. His voice raising at the boys name, in a suspicious tone. As if there was no way that Steve could possibly hang out with the little shit. Though before Steve can fully get a answer out the others flopping back into the leaves. Holding his chest, startling Steve who hops up thinking the other was hurt. Instead the other has a sly grin on his face as he looks up at him. Making a gurgling noise as he lays there, big brown eyes looking at Steve in a shocked look.

"Oh my god, King Steve knows my clubs name- oh!" His voice goes high pitched pretending to be a female. Legs hanging off from the tables bench. "Hm- just you wait until my friends find out. This news will leave them shaking in their pantie hoes." Eddie grins as Steve rolls his eyes snorting a bit. Shaking his head as he moves to sit back in his spot. Distracted by the others antics as he snorts. Staying silent for a second as he watches the other move to sit back up, shaking leaves from his hair as he does.

"Well- kind of hard not to hear about it." He says sweetly before letting the fake smile drop, "when I constantly have three maggots bitching in my ear about how someone killed their npc or whatever you call it off. You know I still haven't forgiven you for the Goblin incident." He confesses. Watching the way the others eyes scrunch up confused before realization hits and he's laughing. Tossing his head back as he shakes his head amused.

"Oh my- and King Steve knows whats happening in my campaigns? Hm- if I didn't know any better you seem to have fallen from your throne Harrington." He says with a sleazy grin. Teasing the other playfully before he adds with a scrunched up face. "Though you are nothing like what I thought you would be." He comments. Moving to take care of the items that were out in the open. Moving to stand up assuming the other had no intentions of buying yet. Not until he tried a sample. Moving his limbs and making effort to pop his back a bit. Groaning as he does.

Steve is tempted to tell the other to shut up, but he knows that would be mean. He knows that he’s just a bit cranky just because he’s tired. Though he does give the other a sassy look over the others comment. “Well how did you think I would be?” He asks tone raising a little from annoyance. But he keeps his cool the best he can. Eddie grins as he gestures his hand at the other. Steve furrows his eyebrows confused as he moves to stand up. Legs beginning to cramp up from the way he was seated.

“Like this, annoyed and thinking you’re better then me just because you have more cash then me.” Eddie comments eyes following the others movement. Steve just shrugs as he chuckles dryly. Not really finding the whole situation amusing.

“Well for what it’s worth I am sorry for coming off like a bitch. I haven’t slept in a couple of days and I just haven’t had the tolerance for people in general. Not even poor Dusty buns.” He jokes towards the end before furrowing his eyebrows as he crosses his arms around his yellow sweater. “And I don’t really think I’m better than you dude.” He adds on a little rushed.

“Though you aren’t anything like I remember you being,” Steve comments. Watching the way the others face pull-up in a grin in response.

“Oh? You remember me?” Eddie says in a tease filled tone. If this wasn’t a customer kind of situation he would probably be what the other thought he was.

“Well yeah? Dude you jumped up on the table almost every day. Most times it was hilarious to watch you get all worked up over such a little thing as basketball. Of all things. I mean, I’m pretty sure the old coach was sleeping around with the cheerleaders and a few students on the side. But yet the guy who loves to share his hatred for jocks has yet to discover the huge scandals,” Steve shakes his head with a scrunched up face. Eddies mirroring his own. “Well anyway, you seemed like a huge dick. I mean not compared to me, I think I still take the cake or crown if you will.” Steve says gently kicking a few rocks awkwardly as he moves to walk down the path he came. Which was the complete opposite of the one Eddie took.

“Well fuck man.” Eddie says gently. “Well did you say anything to anyone about that dude?” He asks a judging look in his face.

Steve shakes his head no, “I didn’t find out until the guy left, that and he was the ticket out of Hawkins for a lot of us so I’m not surprised that not a lot of guys said much.” He says gently.

“What do you mean by ticket out of Hawkins?” Eddie asks face scrunching up as he moves hopping over a few sticks and stones to follow the other.

“Well you know, I don’t have much brains. What I did have has been knocked out. Though coach is who decides who gets sports scholarships to go to college.” He says softly.

“Oh but you don’t have to worry about that don’t you?” He asks frowning seeming just as lost as Steve was as a good day. Steve laughs gently, not in a mean way.

“Dude, I’m graduated and I’m still in Hawkins with only the money I have in my pocket and a huge house that swallows all of my paychecks. I’m pretty sure if I got a scholarship I would be off to college by now.” He laughs gently. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from his eyes.

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Party Etiquette

Warnings: language (cursing), slight alcohol usage (not enough to delegitamize consent), making out, sexual situations(?)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Eddie asks if you’re going to a party. You decided you’re definitely going now.

Word Count: 4,633

AN: in this universe, Eddie’s still an outcast but it’s a little less extreme, also Chrissy and Jason aren’t a thing (not super important but makes sense). P.S. this is my first time writing so constructive criticism pls <3

You glance over at your brother, Dustin, while Amelia gushes over the flowers Jason brought her that morning. Your eyes fall onto the boy Dustin’s sitting next to: Eddie Munson.

You’d gotten to know Eddie through Dustin the past few months after school started. Eddie Munson who apparently used Aqua Net Hairspray to control his frizz on humid days. Eddie Munson who’d only ever spent time playing his guitar and hanging out with his friends (with the occasional “business” deal here and there).

You realize you’d been staring in their direction when your brother waves over to you from across the cafeteria with a smile. As you wave back you notice Eddie looking over at you after Dustin’s attention was given to someone other than him. He gives you a confused look as he regains Dustin’s attention.

Amelia gains your attention by clapping in your face asking, “(y/n), did you even hear what I said?”

“Um, no sorry,” you said apologetically, “What’d you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to come to the party Jason invited me to tonight,” she says exasperatedly. “I don’t even know why you keep looking at Dustin, he’s practically sealed his fate sitting with the Hellfire club everyday. Don’t even get me started with those shirts they wear. Ugh.”

“Hey, from what I’ve heard, they’re not all that bad. Apparently all they do is play Dungeons and Dragons, talk about girls, and drive around,” you defend them, trying to divert the conversation from her question.

“Mhm, sure, so what about that party tonight?” she asks again.

“Are you sure Jason would even want me coming? I mean, I’ve barely even talked to him, only when I’m with you.”

Amelia rolls her eyes as she says, “Oh please, I already asked him when he invited me. He said I could bring anyone as long as I brought myself. I think he really wants me there,” she says sighing.

The bell rings as you start to pack everything back into your lunch box. “Umm, I don’t know. I’ll think about it and call you after school but I have to get to history.”

She stands to walk out of the cafeteria with you, “Ok, ok, I’ll be waiting by the phone stewing in anticipation,” she says through a laugh, waving goodbye, and turning left while you turn right.

You sit in the back of Mr. Ronon’s history class, coincidentally a few seats down the row from Eddie. Maybe you did it on purpose the first day of school, wanting to sit next to the hot third-year senior, maybe not. Picking at your manicured nails while Mr. Ronon drones on about the passengers of the Mayflower, a note is placed on your desk.

“your brother talks about you a lot. you coming to jason’s party tonight?”

-eddie

You look up to see Eddie paying attention to the lesson. That’s a first, you think to yourself as you scribble on a new piece of paper.

“I was invited, maybe. Why?”

It gets passed back to Eddie by the two students sitting between you. He smiles to himself and writes a response on the back of the paper you sent to him.

“got a couple clients asking me to be there. wanted to see if someone actually cool was going to be there.”

When the note makes it back to you, you think of something good to respond with. You were going to play into whatever game he was playing.

“Guess you’ll just have to see.”

Trying not to pay attention to his response, you focus back onto the lesson while counting the seconds tick by on the clock above the chalkboard.

Dustin races out of your car and up to the front door. “Dammit!” he screams, “(y/n), hurry up! I forgot my key.”

You unlock the door for him and ask, “Jesus, why are you in such a rush? Got a hot phone call with Suzie you’re late for?”

“Ewww, gross, but no. I’m waiting for a call from Eddie. He says he got invited to a party tonight and might bring me and Mike along so we can see what a real high school party is like. Isn’t that so fun? He said he’s be doing ‘business’ deals the whole time, whatever that means. But, (y/n), my first high school party, I should call Steve to see what to wear.” he rambles on as the two of you make your way to the kitchen to make a snack.

“I’m sorry, Eddie’s taking you to the party?” you ask, shocked. “And he’s going to be doing ‘business’ deals while you’re there?!”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal?” Dustin asks cluelessly.

“Oh, buddy, you’ll learn when you’re a bit older,” you laugh, “Ask me again when you’re sixteen. But hey, luckily for you, I’ll be at the party too. You know, to keep an eye on you,” you say with a wink.

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Who invited you anyway?”

“Technically, Jason. But I’m going for Amelia.” And for Eddie you think as you explain things to your brother. “Did Eddie mention what time the party started? Because Amelia failed to mention that today.”

“Yeah, it starts at 9, but Eddie said all the cool people don’t show up until like 10:30,” Dustin explains to you while you pour two bowls of Cap’n Crunch.

“Ok, well, Jason only lives like two blocks away so we can start walking at 10:15. Does that work for you?”

Dustin grabs two spoons from the silverware drawer and says, “Oh, actually, Eddie said he’d pick me up. He told me he doesn’t drink while doing ‘business’ and that’s the only thing he’s doing tonight so it’ll be all good. I can ask him to take you too if you want?”

A look of indecision crosses your face, “Oh no, I’m sure Amelia or someone else could take me. And I could always walk too,” you say as you grab your bowl and take it down the hall to your room.

In your room, you’re holding the phone to your ear and eating the Cap’n Crunch. The phone rings while you wait for Amelia to answer.

“Hello, this is the Richardson household,” you hear her mom say.

“Hi Mrs. Richardson, it’s (y/n), could you ask Amelia to answer the phone?” you say to her.

“Oh of course darling, one second,” you hear a muffled scream of Amelia’s name as Mrs. Richards puts the phone back to her ear. “How’s your mom sweetheart? Is she still upset over Mews?”

“Oh, no ma’am, me and Dustin got her a new cat and she’s so happy now. I’m sure she’d love to get together with you and the girls. You know, maybe play some bridge tonight?” you suggest to Amelia’s mom.

“Aww, honey, you’re so sweet. I’ll be sure to-” Mrs. Richardson gets cut off.

“Hello, (y/n)?” you both hear Amelia say over the line.

“I guess I’ll go now, nice talking to you (y/n),” Amelia’s mom says as she puts the phone back on the receiver.

“Hey bitch, what’s up? You coming to the party or not?” Amelia asks.

You sigh into the phone, setting the bowl on your bedside table, “Yes, I am. Dustin’s going and this cute guy from my history class is too. I have to keep an eye on Dusty and this guy asked me if I was going and I said maybe and I-” Amelia cuts of your rambling.

“This cute guy, does he happen to be Eddie Munson?” she asks with a hidden smile on the other side of the phone.

“W-what, girl what do you think you’re talking about?” your voice is suspiciously high-pitched as you respond.

“It’s kind of obvious, (y/n). I mean, think about it. You’re always staring over at Dustin. Who sits next to Dustin? Eddie. Who’s in your history class? Eddie. Who goes to parties? Eddie. Who do you definitely have a crush on? Eddie.” she explains. You know there’s so much more that she could go into and you’re thankful she didn’t. You’re reminded why she’s your best friend all over again. She can know everything about you without you even saying a thing.

“Jesus, am I really that bad at hiding my crush?” you ask with a huff.

“No girl, trust me, no one else can tell. I just know you that well,” she laughs.

“Ok, then yeah, I’m going because Eddie asked if I’d be there. Which, surprisingly, you’re ok about? I thought you hated Eddie?” you asked.

“I mean, I don’t hate him. He’s a little weird that’s for sure, but he seems to make you happy, and I love that he makes your little brother happy. In fact,” she continues, “I respect him a little bit. He’s so…himself no matter how anyone treats him. And he’s always so nice. I’ve definitely never had a negative interaction with him.”

“Hold up. When have you ever had an interaction with Eddie Munson?” you ask out of confusion.

“Oh, you know, after him and Jason worked out their issues, Jason became a regular ‘customer’ and I’ve gone with him a few times after school.”

“Wow, Jason Carver, one of Eddie’s ‘customers’. Who would’ve thought,” you wonder aloud. You continue, “But yeah, I’m going for Eddie but also mostly for you and Dustin. How are you getting to Jason’s?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry but I’m riding over with Natalie early to hang out with Jason and Patrick before the party starts. We’re also spending the night. I’m sorry, I would’ve told you earlier but Natalie and Jason ambushed me after 7th period today.” she apologizes.

“Babe, it’s ok, I’ll just walk or catch a ride with Dusty. Spending the night with Jason? Do you have protection?” you ask seriously.

“Oh my god, (y/n), you’re so embarrassing. But yes, I do. Don’t worry, you won’t become an aunt anytime soon. Do you have protection?” she asks jokingly.

“Don’t even try with me girl.” you warn.

“Ok, ok, well tell me more about what you like about Eddie. We need to come up for a plan for you two tonight. He’s obviously into you if he asked if you’d be there. We gotta get you two together. Tonight.” she emphasizes the end of her sentence with a snap.

As you go on and on about Eddie you don’t notice Dustin standing outside your door listening to you. He plans to tell all of this to Eddie as soon as he calls. Speaking of Eddie, he’d been trying to call the Henderson household for about an hour as he gives up and just heads over. It’s not like he’d never been over before, he’d just never been over uninvited. He hoped your mom wasn’t home, she always seemed a little scared of him.

Dustin hops in the shower to start getting ready for the party as Eddie hops into his van. You continue on the phone as you hear the shower start and tell Amelia you’ve got to go to get ready.

The doorbell rings and Dustin yells from the shower, “(Y/N), GET THE DOOR I’M NAKED!”

“Woah, you’re naked in the shower? I didn’t know you were supposed to do that,” you shout back obviously, adding on, “You better be out in 10 minutes. There’s only 2 hours until we have to leave and I have to shower too!”

You jog down the hallway to answer the door. Swinging it open to reveal a rosy-cheeked, droopy-eyed Eddie Munson. He stops picking at his jacket when he hears the door open, surprised to see you. He’s too busy taking in the jeans and t-shirt you’d worn to school that day and the way your eyes are shining in the moonlight that illuminated your door step.

“Umm, hi?” you say.

“O-oh, yeah, hi. I’m, um, I’m here for Dustin. To take him to the party.”

“Aren’t you like,” you look down at your watch, “2 hours early?” you question; keeping your cool obviously better than he is.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and stands taller, leaning agains the door frame on one arm. “ I came early, phone line was busy, needed to talk to him about party etiquette, you know.”

“Umm, sure. He’s in the shower but you can wait in his room. I’ll let him know you’re here,” you say while stepping back and opening the door to let him in.

He walks past you, “Thanks sweetheart,” he says with a wink.

You hope he doesn’t notice the heat rush to your cheeks as you close the door and head to the hallway with him hot on your heels. Eddie abandons you halfway down the hallway to go into Dustin’s room. Noticing the shower had turned off, you walk into the bathroom, bypassing the unlocked door.

“Heyyyy, dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dustin asks, shocked and luckily already wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, can it. What is Eddie Munson doing in your bedroom right now? I thought you said he wouldn’t be here until like 10? I have to take a shower, Dustin, how am I supposed to do that with him right down the hall?” you huff at him.

“I don’t know why Eddie’s here but it’s fine, you can still shower. I’ll make sure he stays in my room. Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah, I do, thanks. Amelia’s leaving early and staying the night.” you explain.

“Ok, I’ll ask Eddie and let you know.”

“Cool, thanks, now get out. I only have 2 hours to get ready. Bye!” you say as you close the door on him, still trying to talk to you about tonight.

You take your shower with no more issues, planning out your outfit in your head. You decide to go mostly casual: high-waisted, ripped jeans, a red tanktop, and your white sneakers. The perfect outfit for going out in November.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrap a towel around your still dripping body and go to brush your hair in front of the mirror. While brushing, your mind wanders to Eddie. Eddie Munson who’d asked if you’d be at the party. Eddie Munson who was in your little brother’s bedroom teaching him party edicate, whatever that meant. Eddie Munson who had to pee.

“...Ok, and that’s how you always win at pong, literally always, never been defeated.” Eddie finishes his tangent.

“Yeah, dude, I get it. I’ve gotten it for the past 30 minutes,” Dustin laughs.

“Whatever, Dustin, you just don’t understand. Hey, dude, I gotta pee. You think your sister’s done in the bathroom yet?” he asks.

“I don’t know, probably. The water’s been off for like 10 minutes. Just go knock and find out,” Dustin huggs while looking for an outfit to wear.

“Ok,” Eddie says as he pushes himself off the bed and walks out the door.

You don’t hear his heavy, booted footsteps coming towards you down the hall and swing the bathroom door open, a cloud of steam following you out of the room. Your steps halt as you see Eddie, halfway down the hallway staring at you.

Eddie can’t believe his eyes. (y/n) Henderson fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and still dripping wet. He tries to keep his cool as he says, “Hey sweetheart, sorry, thought you were in your room already.” His eyes roam your body as he explains.

“Oh–um,” you cough, “Yeah, all good. No worries,” you mumble as you look anywhere than at him.

“You know, we leave in 30 minutes, I hope you don’t plan on wearing just that towel. Might attract a bit too much attention,” Eddie says slowly as he walks towards you, backing you into the wall next to your bedroom door.

He’s looking down at you now, leaning on his arm above your head, as you finally meet his eyes. He licks his lips as he looks down from your eyes to your nose, down to the cleavage visible from the top of the towel, back up to your face: scanning your features like he’s trying to memorize them. You scan your mind for something witty to say back. He might’ve caught you off-guard but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Just wait, Munson, I’ve got something much better than this old towel planned,” you whisper to him.

He lowers his face even closer to yours, his other hand coming to hover over your waist. His lips brush over yours as he whispers, “Good, I can’t wait to see it.” He turns around to go to the bathroom leaving you breathless right outside your bedroom door.

Inside your bedroom you decide two things. One: you need to find a way better outfit to wear to the party. And two: you can’t ride with Eddie and your brother after what just happened. Plus, you want him caught off-guard by your outfit at the party, not in your living room.

Looking through your closet you decide to keep the jeans and shoes from the original outfit. For your top, you decide on a Madonna-esque black, mesh crop top with just a red bra underneath.

After finalizing the outfit, you call around to see who else you could get a ride from this close to the party starting. Leslie, from your English class, is going and isn’t planning on showing up until 11. She offers you the last open seat in her car as you mentally check that last task from your list.

“DUSTIN, COME HERE!” You yell across the hallway, still dressed in a towel.

Dustin comes running out of his room, “What?” he asks, exasperated.

“I’m not riding with you and Eddie anymore, I’m riding with Leslie. Don’t wait up for me,” you say, eyes drifting up to land on Eddie standing in Dustin’s doorway.

You close the door and start getting dressed. While your doing your makeup, you hear Eddie’s van peel out of the driveway and get started on your own little pre-party. The KISS record on your record player gets turned up as you pull the bottle of vodka from under your bed.

Finishing the last strokes of mascara, you pour yourself a shot and take it. As you feel the burn in your throat, the sound of Leslie’s station wagon’s horn sounds from the street. Your shoes are pulled on in a rush and you’re bounding out of the house and into Leslie’s back seat.

You’d been at the party for about half an hour, eyes constantly scanning the sea of people. You don’t want to admit that you’re looking for Eddie, but you’re looking for Eddie. Deciding to do anything other than stand in the corner, you head towards the kitchen to grab a drink.

In the kitchen, you run into Dustin. A drunk Dustin, apparently.

“(y/nnnnn),” he whines, “I feel funny. Eddie said I shouldn’t have too much but I don’t know how much is too much,” he spills what’s left in the cup all over the floor as he stumble towards you.

You take the cup and cringe at how strongly the left-over contents smell of alcohol. “Jesus Dustin, how much of this have you had to drink? Who made it?” you fire out questions to him.

“I’ve only had one cup, Eddie made it,” he hiccups to you.

You lean down a little to help him stand as you sigh, “Ok buddy, let’s just get you to the couch and you can leave with me or Eddie, whoever leaves first. Does that sound good?”

He nods as you lead him toward the couch, “Yeah, sis, sounds good.”

After setting him down, you run into Chrissy and Natalie on your way back to the kitchen; catching up with them as you pour yourself a drink. The three of you chat in the kitchen for a bit when Amelia comes walking up to you. She invites all of you to join a game of spin the bottle that’d started in one of the guest bedrooms upstairs. Natalie and Chrissy head upstairs as you hesitate.

“Come on (y/n),” Amelia pleads, “Jason got Eddie to stick around and play?” She knew saying that would make you perk up and follow her to the bedroom. Not before making sure Dustin would be ok for a little bit and ensuring someone would be checking on him every few minutes.

Following Amelia up the stairs has you nervous. You down the rest of your drink and prepare to face Eddie Munson. Amelia pushes the door open and you follow behind her, taking in everyone else. You don’t know everyone but you recognize Natalie, Chrissy, Patrick, Jason, and Eddie. You take in Eddie as he seemingly takes you in as well. He’s wearing the same thing that he was at school: his Hellfire shirt, leather jacket with a denim vest over, ripped black jeans, and his black boots.

He notices you immediately. You were right he thinks to himself you had something way better than that towel planned. He can’t help but drink in your appearance. You’d curled your hair and done your makeup, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. That shirt. You had on a practically see-through shirt with just a bra underneath and he was not happy about it. He was so not happy that everyone else got to see you like that.

You take a seat in the circle across from Eddie, still looking at you, as Jason explains the rules.

“Ok, so it’s like 7 minutes in heaven and spin the bottle. Someone spins the bottle, them and who it lands on go into the closet for 7 minutes. We’ve got 2 closets up here so 2 groups can go at once. Got it?” Everyone nods after he asks the question. The first person to spin is Amelia. As fate would have it, the empty wine bottle lands on Jason. You give her a nudge and she smiles at you as she gets up and follows him into the closet in the room.

Patrick speaks up, “Ok, (y/n), you spin next. The other closet is right outside the door to the left.”

“Ok,” you breathe shakily as you reach out to spin the bottle. Your eyes are locked on the bottle as it spins and spins. You’re shaking in anticipation, silently praying, as the bottle comes to a stop: pointed directly at Eddie. Everyone looks at each other and snickers, smiling as Eddie looks up from the bottle: eyes glued to you.

You look at him across the circle, as he stands and walks towards you. He steps between you and Natalie and extends his hand to help you stand. You take it and follow him out the door, closing it behind you. He leads you left down the hallway, still holding your hand and opens the closet door for you.

The silence behind the closed closet door is suffocating. “Sooo,” you whisper, looking up at him pressed against you due to the size of the closet, “I think you gave my brother alcohol poisoning.”

He laughs and you can feel his breath across your face. “Please, I only put like a shot and a half in that drink. It was mostly lemonade.”

“Mhm, sure,” you mumble, stealing a glance at his lips.

He notices, as he does the same thing, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. His hands come to rest on your waist as he lowers his face to yours.

“This ok?” he asks, nudging your nose with his.

Words seem to fail you at this moment so reply by grabbing his shoulders and slamming his lips onto yours. The kiss burns. It’s hot and it’s fast, his teeth slamming into yours. Lips moving together with fervor, wanting anything they can get. His tongue brushes against your lips and you let out a breathy moan. Eddie takes advantage and pushes his tongue into your mouth as he presses his body into yours. Your hands are reaching into his hair and pulling. He grunts and presses his body imbossibly further into yours, allowing you to feel the hardness in his jeans press against your stomach.

His hands are racing all over your body. They move up from your waist to hold your cheeks, then down to cup your upper thighs. He picks you up to hold you between him and the wall, the kiss deepening even more as he massages your thighs through your jeans. You tug his hair again and his hands land back on your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin there. They come up under your mesh shirt and begin to tug on the bottom. He pulls away from the kiss, tugging your bottom lip along the way.

“God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I haven’t done this before,” he says pulling away to lift the shirt off your body. His lips return to your skin, making his way along your jaw as his hands come up to cup your ribs.

“What?” you huff, squeezing his shoulder with one hand, “gotten locked in a closet with me?”

Eddie kisses and nips his way from your jaw down your neck. Leaving little red splotches to mark his path that you knew you’d have to hide from your mom later. His hands ghost higher until they’re squeezing and massaging.

He sucks hard on the juction between your neck and shoulder, making you gasp, “You know what I mean. Can’t believe you let other people see you like this. Nope, mark my words, you’re mine now,” he promises roughly, “And God, these tits, can’t believe you hid these from me,” he hisses, pinching you’re nipples through the padding of your bra.

You whimper at his actions and pull him back up to your mouth by his hair, Jesus Christ this man you think, and begin to take off his denim vest when you hear the doorknob jiggle below you.

“There’s no way it’s been 7 minutes,” he mumbles against your lips as you both freeze.

“(y/n)! Eddie! Are you in there? I want to go home. Someone told me you’d be in here,” you both sigh as you hear Dustin yell from the hallway. However, Dustin realizes the door wasn’t locked, it was just jammed. He pushed with all his strength and broke his way into the closet. He was met with the glorious sight of his sister, shirtless, and held up against the wall by his best friend.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.” he screams, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SISTER DUDE? THAT’S MY SISTER! LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. EDDIE THIS IS SO NOT GOOD PARTY ETIQUETTE! YOU TOLD ME GENTLEMEN ALWAYS FIND A ROOM AND MAKE SURE TO LOCK THE DOOR. THAT DOOR WAS NOT LOCKED. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST SAW THAT! EWWWW”

“Dude,” Eddie says, still holding you against the wall, “I’ll be down in a sec, just go wait in the van. Oh my Jesus.”

Dustin walks out of the closet, fake gagging all the way down the stairs. Eddie looks down at you, takes in your bra-clad chest as he kisses you one more time. Hard. He’s pushing his tongue back into your mouth before pulling away and pecking your nose. “See you at home sweetheart. I think I should stay the night since he’s gonna need a babysitter,” he says before turning around, winking, and disappearing down the hallway.

You’re left panting in the closet and stumble to put your shirt back on, not that it does much, as you prepare for what waits for you, later, at home.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson #stranger things #st4 #dustin henderson #eddie munson fanfic #he's so omg #i love him so much

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Summary: "Hm- didn't inspect you to be the wizard behind the curtain." He says in an amused tone. He had no room to judge, he's dealt with far worst than the likes of Steve Harrington. He furrows his eyes brows a bit as he watches the other look confused. He doesn't look all the way there if he was honest. Normally Eddie would be a bit of an asshole, to make sure that his customer knew that he took things very seriously. But something wasn't right about this deal. "Um? As in like Wizard of Oz? You know the scene where they pull the curtain to reveal the mysterious Oz?" He clarifies. Watching as realization dawns on the other boy. Taking the moment to shuffle himself in to the tight space of the bench, setting his lunch box on the table. "Oh fuck, sorry man. That's not normally the reference I'm used to hearing from the movie." Steve laughs gently. Or Steve gets vecnaed and opens the first gate instead of Chrissy

Word count: 5594

Tw: major character death, though not permanent.

Steve is tempted to tell the other to shut up, but he knows that would be mean. He knows that he's just a bit cranky just because he's tired. Though he does give the other a sassy look over the others comment. "Well how did you think I would be?" He asks tone raising a little from annoyance. But he keeps his cool the best he can. Eddie grins as he gestures his hand at the other. Steve furrows his eyebrows confused as he moves to stand up. Legs beginning to cramp up from the way he was seated.

"Like this, annoyed and thinking you're better then me just because you have more cash then me." Eddie comments eyes following the others movement. Steve just shrugs as he chuckles dryly. Not really finding the whole situation amusing.

"Well for what it's worth I am sorry for coming off like a bitch. I haven't slept in a couple of days and I just haven't had the tolerance for people in general. Not even poor Dusty buns." He jokes towards the end before furrowing his eyebrows as he crosses his arms around his yellow sweater. "And I don't really think I'm better than you dude." He adds on a little rushed.

"Though you aren't anything like I remember you being," Steve comments. Watching the way the others face pull-up in a grin in response.

"Oh? You remember me?" Eddie says in a tease filled tone. If this wasn't a customer kind of situation he would probably be what the other thought he was.

"Well yeah? Dude you jumped up on the table almost every day. Most times it was hilarious to watch you get all worked up over such a little thing as basketball. Of all things. I mean, I'm pretty sure the old coach was sleeping around with the cheerleaders and a few students on the side. But yet the guy who loves to share his hatred for jocks has yet to discover the huge scandals," Steve shakes his head with a scrunched up face. Eddies mirroring his own. "Well anyway, you seemed like a huge dick. I mean not compared to me, I think I still take the cake or crown if you will." Steve says gently kicking a few rocks awkwardly as he moves to walk down the path he came. Which was the complete opposite of the one Eddie took.

"Well fuck man." Eddie says gently. "Well did you say anything to anyone about that dude?" He asks a judging look in his face.

Steve shakes his head no, "I didn't find out until the guy left, that and he was the ticket out of Hawkins for a lot of us so I'm not surprised that not a lot of guys said much." He says gently.

"What do you mean by ticket out of Hawkins?" Eddie asks face scrunching up as he moves hopping over a few sticks and stones to follow the other.

"Well you know, I don't have much brains. What I did have has been knocked out. Though coach is who decides who gets sports scholarships to go to college." He says softly.

"Oh but you don't have to worry about that don't you?" He asks frowning seeming just as lost as Steve was as a good day. Steve laughs gently, not in a mean way.

"Dude, I'm graduated and I'm still in Hawkins with only the money I have in my pocket and a huge house that swallows all of my paychecks. I'm pretty sure if I got a scholarship I would be off to college by now." He laughs gently. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from his eyes. "That and it's not just me, there's a few other guys I know who couldn't afford college that really needed that scholarship." He comments. Moving up the slight hill as he lands on the road. Where his car was currently parked.

Though the conversation is finished as Eddie hesitates for a second. "Well, I guess this is where I stop being your escort." He playfully salutes with a playful grin on his face. "We can go back to mine after you pick up the kids, and of course drop them off to their own homes." He says gently.

"Wow, didn't think you wanted to see me after business hours Munson." Steve playfully joked. Rubbing his eyes a bit as he moves to shove the key into his door lock. Turning it until he hears it click. Glancing over the head of the car just for a second and his face pales. Right across the way was Barb, a very dead Barb soaked head to toe glasses no where in sight, skin looking blue and decaying along with her eyes being a grey ish color almost as if she was staring into Steve's soul. His body tenses and he's frozen for a second as he tries looking away, to convince himself that she really wasn't there. Glancing over every other second as he opens the door, looking just as distracted as he felt. He doesn't even here Eddie calling his name before he feels the others hand on his shoulder and he's jolting up. Eyes wide as they meet the others.

Eddie Munson had rules of the trade, of drug dealing. And that was to never get concerned with the person he was selling to, as that person would most likely be taking advantage of him. Though in this case he was making a acceptation. The other genuinely didn't look okay. Just a second ago the other had some color to his skin, now as the others face turns to look at him the guy looked whiter then sheets. He's already preparing to catch the guy as he looks like he's about to faint, and he already has a part of his mind prepared to stop the other from driving away.

"Steve, are you okay?" Is the question that comes out. He intended to come off as just a question but it comes out more personal. He never called the other by his first name, no matter how he was referring to him. Even in conversation with someone else he called the other Harrington. Just the others name felt sticky and foreign against his tongue. It was so startling that it breaks Steve out of whatever shock he was in. Eyebrows furrowing up as he quickly turns his head to stare back at the place he was zoning out at. Eddies eyes follow and there was nothing there. Steve visibly relaxes a bit as he just assumes that the lack of sleep was making him see things.

"Hey, I don't think it's a good idea that you drive..." Eddie says gently. Eyes glancing down to the others hands that were still visibly shaking. For the split second he looks down the others nose starts to gush out blood. Gasping out of shock Steve's hand flies up to pinch his nose as he nearly falls backwards. Eddies eyes follow the others hand movement before he's quickly moving and pulling the other to the side. Letting him stumble, instructing him to sit before he's moving to search the others glove department finding a box of tissues. Dropping them on the way out, landing right next to the gas pedal before he quickly snatched it back up ripping the cardboard in the process as he quickly pulls tissues out and hands clumps of them to Steve. Who is taking each one and having to trade out as each one soaks in the blood. And it was a lot. He feels like he's going to throw up as his head spins a little. Surprisingly Eddie is there every step of the way. Lunch pail sat next to them both long forgotten. Just for the moment.

"Dude, you are not driving like this. Why don't you just come with me. I'll get you all situated in the back of my van to sleep. If you have to you can even smoke a little. I'll tell the little shits I ran into you and you aren't doing so hot, actually no you can come greet them yourself. So they actually believe me. I'll have Wayne, my uncle come and pick up your car and drop it off at your place once he gets a chance. Or better yet I will." Eddies rambling as the plan starts to form right as he's spitting it out. Not thinking it completely through until the words were vomited out and hitting the others face. Steve was to sick to argue with the other and just tiredly nods his head as he moves up and leans up against the other as he's dragged up. He wasn't in the right state of mind at all. Feet shuffling behind Eddie's as the leaves and rocks got kicked around. Small grunts coming from Eddie who was attempting to carry the buff guy.

"Ok, shit shit shit-" he's cursing under his breath as he leads the other. Sighing in relief as he sees the school. "Do you want to check and see if the nurse is in-"

"No- god no." Steve groans as he moves to follow his way into the back of the van. Probably looked like he was getting kidnapped. Watched the way other kids watched them. He grunts as he sits catching a glimpse of himself in a mirror. Seeing blood on his chin as he wipes it away. "She doesn't believe in concussions- and ironically enough she thinks every symptom I have is all in my head." He laughs bitterly as he rubs his face exhausted. Eddies snorting as he shakes his head. Moving and jumping up in the back as he starts to get a bed situated for the other. Smelling blankets as he gets the cleanest set with a pillow and moves to try and pull the other to lay in it.

Steve whines a little as he moves crawling over instead. The floor hurting his knees but that was okay as he moves flopping himself down tiredly. "Jesus, when was the last time you slept?" Eddie asks face scrunches up as his curls blow into his face. Moving to separate himself from the other as there wasn't much room. Worried eyes staying on the other in hopes that one of the kids would come out and take over. Well not take over but know what to do. They knew Steve better then he did.

"Four days ago- I think?" Steve seems like he's asking more then he's answering as he felt his body melt on the spot. Comforted by the others company as his words slur together. Already beginning to doze off. Small wheezes of breath leaving him as his nose was plugged. Eddie shakes his head as he moves hopping out of the vehicle. Gently closing the door behind him as he moves awkwardly smiling at people who give him weird looks as they pass by. He sways on his feet before he's grumbling a little and running off to the DnD room. Where he finds everything set up the way he likes. Moving he finds the rugrats and he's quick to pull Dustin to the side.

"You're friends with King Steve right?" He asks earning a weird look from the other.

"Yeah?"

"Well- he's kind of passed out in the back of my van right now and god he looks like shit we were talking and he got this like horrible nose bleed and nearly passed out on me dude and I don't think it's a good idea that he drives you like this, do you think you could catch a ride with a couple of the other boys while I drive him home after our session?" Eddie rambles out one long sentence. Saying all of it in one breath not even caring out terrible his grammar was. Still trying to catch his breathe as Dustin looks at him confused. Before his face draws up in realization that the other had talked to his babysitter.

“Wait- why were you talking to Steve?” He asks startled. Watching the way the others shoulders tense up a bit, growing a tad defensive as his normal Dm returns. Moving forward with a forced smile as he glares at the other a little bit.

“That Henderson is for me to know and you to not to, though are you just going to brush past the fact that your supposed hero has fallen I’ll. And you are more concerned with why we are together?” He snips head shaking a bit, curls waving over his shoulders as he moves to point a finger in the others face.

“Oh he’s been like that for a while, it’s nothing new. He just needs to lay down and take it easy, I’ll check up on him on our way out. We can’t just cancel the game you know.” Dustin says with a little glare. Moving his way to his seat as the session starts to begin. Not before Eddie is sitting down himself and completely caught off guard by the kid Mike brings in. Who he’s already deeming his favorite of the bunch.

*****

The game goes well and everyone crowds out of the small room just as everyone comes out of the game. Glancing over Eddie catches a worried Robin Buckley looking around the people. Not even paying attention to the girl next to her. She looks like she’s on the verge of chewing her nails. Though about what was unknown. There was no way she was concerned about her coworker. Though he does also catch the eye of Lucas Sinclair being pretty much carried out of the school. Almost as if he was crowned the new king of Hawkins. The thought of the little nerd being put in a position that was filled of corruption aka assholes made Eddie’s stomach do flips. He’s met numerous cool princes and princesses that fall to the dark side, and their personality changes quickly. He was secretly praying Lucas didn’t turn on Dustin and Mike. Just because they had plans that had been in the making longer then the high-school championships.

Looking away he grins shamelessly as he playfully shakes Dustin’s head, playfully punches Garrett’s shoulder, makes a rocking roll sign up at Mike and then proceeds to stick his tongue out and toss his head back. Shaking his hair wildly as his back moves back in a slight dip as he does. Looking absolutely crazy but he’s never felt more free in his life. Though it all comes crumbling down as he hears movement coming from inside of his van. For a second he had forgotten he let the fallen king into his van. Groaning he moves tossing himself up a little as he opens the back doors. His smile dims as he catches sight of Steve Harrington currently sitting up paler then the white that surrounded him. Shaking pretty bad as he has a far away look in his eye. Dustin, true to his word comes over to check up on the older teen. Looking just as startled as Eddie. This wasn’t just some migraine the older normally got.

“Steve, is this a code red?” Dustin panics as he throws himself in the vehicle. The other group of teens leaving them behind. All of them were still celebrating their win. Except Erica Sinclair who also comes to the back. Planning on sassing Dustin in helping her find her parents. That were somewhere in the crowd, obviously coming to watch their son win. Even the word vomiting little demon was deemed speechless. Eddie doesn’t know what Code Red is but he’s assuming it was a inside thing. By the way Dustin was already scrambling to grab his walkie unsure what to do.

“No- god no. Dustin it’s not a code red. I just woke up with the shakes is all. I’ll be fine in a minute.” Steve says with a groan. Wiping sweat from his face as he moves to shakily crawl out of the van. Moving and nearly falling on his face as he lands on the pavement. Being balanced out by Eddie who’s hands land on his shoulder, one going further down to hold his waist as he moves to lead the other to the passenger side. With Dustin who was crowding the both of them.

“Are you sure you don’t need the hospital Dude?” Eddie asks concerned as he moves the other forward letting the younger teen open the door for them. Steve nods his head as he squeezes his eyes for a second before he his moving throwing himself in the passenger. Gathering himself together as he pulls a smile out. Shockingly sincere as he says,

“see Dustin? Im fine. Just needed a little bit of fresh air. God knows what I just slept in for the past couple of hours.” He jokes playfully. If Eddie hadn’t been so concerned he would flip the other off. He knew nothing about this guy, and really didn’t care for him but he was more concerned with the fact that he was concerned. If Eddie was concerned for someone he didn’t like then there was definitely something not right. He awkwardly stands in his place as he watches the two interact. Somehow a little bit more privately, even with his leering eyes on him. Though he’s quick to move to the drivers side as he gets them situated. Fully prepared to drive to Harrington’s. Close to it really, when the other comments “thought we were going to yours for the weed?” He sniffles a little, once he was finally out of ear shot of Dustin. Who had ran off to his actual ride after talking Eddie’s ear off.

“Oh- I thought you would want to head back to yours considering you kind of-“ he pauses not wanting to say it out loud. “Well you know.” He huffs irritated with himself as he waves his hand at the other. Steve snorts as he shakes his head. Scratching at his leg a little as he moves to turn the music down. Eddie hadn’t even noticed that it was playing, growing used to it constantly in the background. “Sorry.” He mumbles gently as his eyes flick between the road at the other.

“Oh don’t sugar coat it Munson, I know I look like shit. And if I don’t get something in my system to help me sleep I’m going to look a lot worse.” He grumbles a little as he crosses his arms around himself. Almost rolling himself up in a ball of the chair. Silence falling on both of them, it was awkward but once they got there Steve was fully capable of following along.

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea that you smoke-“ Eddie comments as Steve pauses for a second.

“Ok, then do you have sleep medication that will knock my shit out?” He asks seriously. Watching the other think for a second before grinning as he tells him to hold on. Moving and running to his bedroom to go grab something. Of What, Steve didn’t know?

He’s standing there and there’s this funny feeling. His head spins a little as his eyes feel like they are closing ten times slower then what they were. The clock on the wall, that hadn’t been running before starts to click. Furrowing his eyes-brows Steve was lost. Watching the way as the hands moved themselves around fast. This was a red code and it was in Eddie Munson’s trailer. Oh god, did he accidentally drag someone into this bullshit. Moving without though he moves grabbing the lamp, unplugging it before he’s moving to get the other from his room. Muscles tense as he passes the doorway, only to be walking into his own home. Breathing picking up he looks around panicked as the object in his hand disappears. Turning a bit the door slams behind him and he’s scared. Moving forward as he moves to look around for any clue. Before the loud shrilling noise of his phone ringing. Moving forward he answers it and he’s freaking out as he answers with a soft hello.

Frowning as he hears a loud, “Stevie wake up! I don’t like this, come on!” And his face goes white as he realizes that he wasn’t really here. He was currently in Eddie Munson’s trailer. Well his physical form. Turning around he screams as he bumps into a veiny creature. Moving trying to scurry away but it was to no success.

“I can end your suffering.” Is the first thing that is said. Steve frowns as he realizes that the other was saying what he wanted to hear. “Who really would care if a jock like you just died. No one, so why don’t you let me take you. End this battle you’re trying to fight.” The monster was looking him in the eyes. Moving his hand up to the others head. Steve’s screaming, as he feels his eyes begin to roll back once the others finger brushes against his forehead. He was no longer with the monster, he was back in the trailer feeling each bone snap and his eyes changing a different color. Feeling everything and screaming internally. Hears the way Eddie sounds. And god this was his fault. Eddie wouldn’t have seen any of this if Steve hadn’t tried to buy weed. He fights to say something through the terror and pain but before he can his jaw is snapped and whatever that monster was is finally letting him go. Letting him taking his last breath before he falls on the ground. Heart no longer beating. His greyed out eyes staring up at nothing, but aimed at the new crack on the ceiling.

#major character death #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #Steddie #read on ao3 #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #Steve x Eddie #Steve gets vecnaed #Eddie try’s to sell him drugs #gets caught in the crossfire #steveharrington #eddiemunson #mention of Robin #Dustin Henderson #Steve is falling apart #he missed the game

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