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I don't think it's fully sunken in yet that I actually met Joseph Quinn, but I can definitely say that was the most magical 5 seconds of my life 🥰💖 I was so insanely nervous about meeting him and about the con in general, but every bit of anxiety and overwhelm was 100000% worth it!!
When I had my photo op, I told Joe that this was my first con ever and that he was the whole reason I decided to finally take a chance and attend a con. He smiled so big and his eyes lit up as he told me what an honor it was to hear that. We hugged, they snapped a pic, and as I was walking away he grabbed and squeezed my hand before saying "thank you so much, love" 💖💖
The photo I have with him and the memories I've made at this con have quickly become my most cherished things. Thank you so so much to the amazing friends who let me ride and room with y'all and to all my fellow fans who've made me feel safe and seen in the love I have for this man, both as an actor and as a person.
written for ‘hole’ | wc: 404 | rated: m | cw: n/a @steddiemicrofic
Crowd-work is Eddie Munson’s favorite part of stand-up. It’s actually become a niche of sorts, and tonight is no different.
“Something I’ve noticed in my time fucking men,” Eddie leads with, strolling across the makeshift stage, “is that you can tell how hot a guy is by how he takes off his shirt.”
The audience chuckles collectively.
“Don’t look at me like that, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. We’ve all seen movies. You, in the navy blue,” Eddie gestures with his chin at a man sitting at a hightop with two girls. “You’re a good-lookin’ guy. Let’s see if you’re hot. Show us how you take your shirt off.”
Without hesitating, Blue Shirt stands up and in one swift motion, grabs the back of his shirt with one hand and tugs it off over what Eddie tries not to think is perfectly soft, perfectly messy copper locks. Turns out, it’s easy to not think about his hair, because every rational and coherent thought he’s ever had about anything comes to a screeching halt.
It kills his set because that’s not the Hot Guy Method he’s been referring to but there’s not a chance in cold, dark Hell he can stand on stage and lie in front of this cheering, clapping audience. This guy is fucking hot.
“Oh my God,” he says in the microphone as Blue Shirt shrugs and flushes, just a hint of pink crawling from the hollow of his throat to his cheeks. “That’s never worked before. That’s never worked. I did not— wow, I did not see that coming.”
The crowd continues to laugh and applaud, Blue Shirt sitting confidently on his barstool with his shirt still in hand. Motherfucker doesn’t even have the decency to put it back on so Eddie can move on.
He’s really dug himself a fucking hole with this one, huh?
“Jesus H. Christ, I meant to do the motion. And that’s— listen, that wasn’t the hot way I meant but for the first time ever, audience, I admit defeat. I don’t know what the Hell just happened, but that’s the hot way now.”
Blue Shirt raises his glass and fucking winks at him, before calling out in response. “Buy me a drink after the show and I’ll show you the hot way to take off a belt, too.”
Eddie’s jaw falls open and Blue Shirt wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk.
author's note: sometimes, you see a video of a stand-up comedian and drop literally everything you're doing to make it about your blorbos. this is one such time. @henderdads @steddieasitgoes it’s here!
After Starcourt, Steve and Robin began a new tradition- 'spa nights'. Robin would make them homemade face masks (“peaches and yogurt? On my face? That’s disgusting Robin.” “Shut up and put it on, dingus.”). They would put in a shitty tape from Family Video and Steve would paint their nails. (“How do you even know how to do this Steve?” “I’m a babysitter, Rob, it’s in the job description.”)
The school year started and Robin got a lot more busy- what with it being her senior year and all- but they still made time for spa nights. They were less frequent (maybe once a month instead of every other week), but they happened.
Vecna came, they killed the bastard, and they all lived- somehow, miraculously, certainly not unscathed, but they’re all alive. They beat him. A few months later, after the almost-end-of-the-world, Robin brought up their spa nights. (“Come on, Steve, it’s been months. My brain needs a vacation, my face needs a vacation, my nails need a vacation.”) Steve agreed, acting reluctant (but was secretly really excited to get back to one-on-one time with his best friend).
Except the kids find out, namely El and Max, and they beg Steve and Robin to join them. The two acquiesce, and then Eddie hears about it and joins the party, too. Uninvited. (But nowadays he doesn’t need an invitation. He shows up, bright personality and even brighter smile, and brings a constant, welcome addition to the party. Along with some… feelings that Steve can’t even start to try and acknowledge.)
The spa night comes and everyone crowds into Steve’s living room. Robin has put together a new face mask recipe (“ugh, what is in this?!” “Just shut your mouth and put it on, Red.”), Eddie brings his braiding skills, and Steve provides the nail polish.
Only now, his hands shake.
It’s something he’s noticed by now. The nerve damage from fighting the bats and Vecna, the 24/7 anxiety, the brain damage, something that they faced over spring break has left him with a tremor that he can’t quite get rid of. Sometimes it’s small, sometimes it’s more noticeable, and tonight… well, it’s not great.
Robin wiggles her fingers at Steve, ready for their tradition of him painting her nails, and Steve hesitates. It’s a small thing, but his shoulders tense. He hasn’t mentioned the shaking to anyone yet, and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to get the crisp, clean paint that he used to. The tremor would make itself obvious, and he just can’t face picking up the nail polish bottle. It’s a sign of the new weakness, one that he can’t admit to others, can barely admit to himself… he can’t face being seen as weak. As flawed. As-
“Hey! Are we painting nails?! Here, lemme have a go. I haven’t done it on anyone else before, always just painted my own.” Eddie interrupts Steve's train of thought in his easy way and grabs the nail polish from just below Steve’s hand. He plops down between Steve and Robin, admiring the color the later had chosen. “Robin’s Egg Blue, very fitting, Birdie.” Eddie winks at her and starts painting, accomplishing a more polished finish than Steve was ever able to get before Spring Break.
And Steve just watches. Quiet, his hands on his knees. He watches as Eddie paints Robin’s fingernails blue, then Max’s a bright red. Eddie paints Eleven’s a deep purple shade, then gives himself a fingernail in each polish that Steve has to create a rainbow of clashing colors. Afterwards, once the paint has dried, the girls all wash their face masks off and curl up to watch the shitty movie Robin had picked.
Eddie turns to Steve then, a bright yellow shade in his hands. “Want a turn, sunshine?” Eddie must’ve seen the look on Steve’s face, the flash of pain, because his voice turns to a whisper before Steve can answer. “I can help you keep your hands steady, Stevie. Don’t worry about that. Just relax and lemme treat you to a manicure.”
Steve startles at that. He thought he'd been better at hiding it. “How did you know?“
“How wouldn’t I know, Steve?” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, a gentle but firm grip holding his fingers straight and steady. “I paid attention. I noticed. We all came away from that fight with a different scar, and we all need some extra help with different things now.” Eddie speaks as he paints, carefully brushing away any mess with the corner of his thumb. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, but I get it if you can’t tell anyone just yet. I’ll be here to help, though. Just like this. If you want it.”
Steve’s quiet still, but now in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. He’s never had anyone do… anything like this for him before. Eddie moves on to paint his other hand, and they sit in silence while the sound of the shitty rom-com washes over them, joined by the occasional giggle or mocking comment from one of the girls. Eddie does a second coat, brushes any scraps of excess paint away with an alcohol wipe, and caps the nail polish with a gentle smile.
Steve admires his nails, then glances up at Eddie, his eyes welling. “Eddie, thank you-“
“Don’t worry about it, darlin’, it’s just a paint job-“
“No really, Eddie. Thank you. For everything. For noticing. No one’s ever-“
“I’ll always notice, Stevie.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm, then turns slightly to watch the movie, his hip pressed against Steve’s.
Years later, in retrospect, Steve realizes that the spa night was the night he fell in love with Eddie Munson.
Fanexpo finally announced time slots for the Joseph Quinn Photo ops and it's official, I'm in Group 1..set to meet him at 4:20 pm on January 7th 🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️
I'm so insanely excited but I'm also super duper nervous. I've never met a celebrity before and this is Joseph FUCKING Quinn!!!!
Will I be seeing any of y'all there?? Anyone wanna meet up and geek out together???
Heyy i love your Eddie and Steve and reader fics and would love if you write something like Eddie being a lil insecure about reader fellings for him bc Steve came first maybe a lil angst but fluff at the end
Also I really love your writing
J.
Thanks, J! Here's a little insecure Eds for you <3
CW: 18+ , 2.7k, smut, fem reader, petnames bc i hate y/n , small angst, insecure Eddie, poly!Steddie ref, oral (m receiving) , so much cute fluffy fluff
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You didn’t notice it at first -
How when you were out with Eddie and Steve, you almost always gravitated toward holding Steves hand, letting Steve order for you, kissing Steve on the cheek.
Eddie would trail next to you, hands in his pockets, or even behind a little sometimes if there wasn’t enough room.
He understood - Steve was with you first.
But sometimes he can’t help the tug at his heart that tells him you only want Steve.
When you’re doing schoolwork, you always ask Steve to help you review. And who do you always initiate to when you want to play?
Yep. Daddy Steve.
So, to say Eddie’s insecurity has been building up some, is an understatement. When Steve has to leave for the weekend on a quick family trip, he leaves you and Eddie to your own devices in the big house.
In your mind, you and Eddie were going to finally have some fun alone time, for the first real time since this poly relationship started. And you were honestly really happy about it. But your dreams are quickly crushed only an hour after Steve leaves.
You had been doing homework, working on a huge essay that you’ve been procrastinating on for your final grade. Sure Eddie didn’t go to college, hell he barely graduated high school, but he cares about your education. It’s why there are rules implemented about your studying.
But, Daddy Stevie is gone, so you think mayyybe you can procrastinate a little more with Eddie.
“Eddieee,” you sing out, bouncing down the stairs to join him on the couch.
His head doesn’t even turn to look at you.
“Nope. Upstairs,” he replies coldly.
You’re stopped in your tracks at his tone. “But I was-“
“I don’t want to hear another word until you finish that essay,” he interrupts. The coldness in his tone makes your heart hurt, and has you shrinking away from him. Sure, you know there are rules and you’re grateful when they’re strict, but this felt different.
You turn to go back up the stairs, dragging your feet with you. “What do you say?” Eddie calls out.
You huff a sigh. “Yes Sir.”
You spend another hour on your essay, finishing that first rough draft that you had to get done. By this point, your head is pounding and you could practically cry from trying to focus so hard.
You make your way back down the stairs, not having heard from Eddie since you went up and locked yourself in your room an hour ago. Your nerves are built up due to your previous interaction. You don’t know what kind of mood he’s going to be in, and you’re on edge already after working so hard.
When you enter the living room, you see that it’s empty and you sigh, unsure where
Eddie would be. You travel to the kitchen, but he’s not there either.
You start to feel nervous. Did he leave? He wouldn’t leave you all alone without telling you, right? He knows not to do that. Should you call Steve?
You start to think about heading toward the phone when you hear footsteps behind you. You jump when you see Eddie standing in the doorframe of the kitchen.
“Hi,” he says, eyeing you up and down.
“Hi,” you reply shyly, your nerves getting the better of you.
He doesn’t move closer to you, and you keep your space between him as well. Why was this so tense?
“Did you finish your essay?” He asks, his hand coming to rub the back of his head.
Your mouth forms a tight line. Of course that’s the first thing he asks you. “Yes Sir,” you reply, trying not to let your attitude slip, but Eddie catches your tone immediately, his eyebrows raising.
“Should I go upstairs and check?” He asks. It’s almost a threat the way he says it and starts to turn his body away from you.
“I don’t care,” you sass, and immediately regret it.
Eddie stops and faces you. “Excuse me?”
You stomp your foot, not caring anymore about how angry he gets. “You’re being so mean to me for no reason,” You whine. You’re frustrated and you hate how tense he’s making you feel.
“I thought we would have fun with Daddy being gone but you haven’t even checked up on me once. And when I try to talk to you all you care about is the stupid essay,” you complain, tears starting to well up in your eyes.
If there’s one thing you hate, it’s leaving things unsaid. You would rather lay it all out than have an awkward feeling in the air. So even if you’re being a little dramatic, you don’t care.
Eddie comes closer to you, his face softening at your expression. “I just wanted to spend time wif you,” you admit, feeling small and vulnerable, eyes big and watery as you look up at him. You feel so little and scared, unsure how he’ll react especially without Steve as a barrier.
“Oh angel,” Eddie coos, standing in front of you. He tips your head up toward him, a gentle finger under your chin as a few tears fall down your red cheeks. “Honestly? I think I’m just a little nervous myself,” he admits.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Why nervous?” You ask, feeling relieved by his admission.
Eddie’s face twists a little as he tries to find a way to explain it to you. “Well…I kind of didn’t think you’d be excited to be left alone with me,” he confesses. Your heart twists at his words. How could he possibly think that? You’re literally obsessed with him.
“What??? Eds I can’t believe you would ever ever think that!” You say, your own hands reaching out for his. “You know I love you, right?” You say, trying to get him to really hear your words.
He nods, but you can tell it isn’t enough. “Eddie, really,” you say, your voice becoming more serious, grabbing his attention. “I love you. And I love having you as such a big part of my life.”
You can’t help but get a little teary eyed as you look at his vulnerable face. It’s shocking to think he would ever feel insecure about your love for him.
“I just, I know you were with Steve first,” Eddie starts, but you hush him immediately.
“Nope, not even going to let you go there. I’m with both of you now. Both, Eds. And I love that I belong to Steve and you,” you say, letting your hands cup his sweet face.
Eddie wraps his long arms around you, letting his head fall on your shoulder as he buries his face into you. Sometimes doms need reassurance too. And you know that Eddie loves you so much, and you love him too, so it’s the least you can do to reassure him of your love and appreciation.
You pull back from the hug slightly to connect your lips with his. The kiss is soft at first, both of you tasting each other as if you haven’t in years, relishing in the moment. But Eddie starts moving his lips against yours more, making you lose your breath as he slips his tongue into your mouth hungrily. You gasp as he does so, letting your hands travel around his neck and pull him closer to you.
It’s not long before he’s pulling your hips into his, flush against his warm body, making it perfectly obvious how much he wants you, needs you. His cock is pressing against you through his jeans, and suddenly it’s the only thing on your mind.
Your hand roams lower, pressing your palm against his bulge, making him moan into your mouth.
“ Let me,” you whisper between your connected lips. “Let me show you,” you say, pressing into him firmly. Eddie just nods, his cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling as he tries to regain his breath, but it’s quickly lost as he watches you sink to your knees right there on the kitchen floor.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his hand coming to caress your sweet face as you commit such a sinful act. Your innocent eyes watching as you easily unbuckle his belt and pull down his black jeans, releasing his cock so it slaps upwards. You giggle as you wrap your hand around the base of him, and Eddie swears you’re a fucking angel.
You drag your lips up and down the side of his thick member, letting spit collect and deposit between your lips as you coat him, prepping to take him as far down as you could. He watches you with his mouth open slightly, only closing as he bites his lip when he feels you finally put his soft mushroom tip into your mouth. You moan around him, savoring his taste.
He still can’t believe how lucky he is, that you’re his. You’re his to share, to love, to fuck. He can’t believe it, even as you take his cock down your throat.
You take your time, letting yourself suck and lick, making obscene noises as you start to slowly bob your head up and down his thick length. You want him to savor the feeling. No rushing, no worries about anyone else, nothing. Just you and Eddie, connected.
One of your hands stays at the base of his cock as you continue to move your head in tandem with it, creating a slowly and steady rhythm, squeezing here, flicking your tongue there. Your other hand reaches down to cradle his balls, heavy in your small hand.
Eddie can’t help but throw his head back, steadying himself by shooting a hand toward the wall he’s leaning against. “Fuck sweetheart. You’re so fucking good to me,” he moans, his voice quivering under the precision of your mouth.
You keep sucking, picking up your pace despite the throbbing of your own core between your legs. Pleasing your boys turns you on so much, sometimes you think It would be enough to make you cum itself.
Eddie begins thrusting his hips slightly to meet your pace, making you choke slightly, but you do your best to keep breathing through your nose, letting him chase his high however he pleases.
He gives you a particularly deep thrust, hitting the back of your throat, but makes you hold it. He keeps his dick deep in your mouth, pushing and pushing. “You can take it, yeah baby you can take it,” he huffs, nearly busting at the feeling of your throat constricting around him.
But he pulls out quickly, leaving you a spitty, sputtering mess below him. He quickly reaches down and pulls you up so you’re standing in front of him, eyes watery and mouth drooly. He smiles lovingly at you as he wipes your mouth. “Thank you,” he coos, kissing your head.
“I love you Sir,” you reply, lips swollen.
He connects his lips to yours.
That’s one thing you’ve always loved about Eddie, he never cares who or what’s been in your mouth, he’ll kiss you. And he does with passion and fervor as he guides you backwards, your back hitting the kitchen counter.
“Up,” he mumbles against your lips, his hands on your hips. You jump slightly as he guides you to sit on the counter. He breaks the kiss only to move to your neck, kissing and sucking as his fingers hook around your shorts and pull down, leaving you naked on the countertop.
“No panties?” He asks, smirking as he looks at your bare heat, dripping on the counter for him. You try to shut your legs in embarrassment, but he holds them open easily.
You shake your head. “ No Sir. Told you I wanted to have fun with you,” you say shyly, your mouth quirking into a small smile.
Eddie chuckles before dragging a finger through your puffy folds, eliciting a sigh from your swollen lips.
“P-Please,” you whine, gyrating your hips forward as you stare at his hard cock, just a mere few inches in front of where you want him most.
“Aw,” Eddie mocks you, taking his hand and grabbing at the base of his cock while looking down at you. “Is this what you want?”
You nod furiously. Eyes big as your chest pants. “Y-yes Sir. I want it so bad,” you say. “I’ve been wanting to feel you in me all day,” you admit, thinking of how badly you’ve wanted him since the second Steve left you two alone.
Eddie smiles sheepishly, loving hearing you beg for him, and only him. He presses his cock against your tight hole and you gasp, begging for him to split you open. “Anything for you, angel,” Eddie says, pressing his mushroom tip through your tight barrier, breaking into your tight walls, making you both moan out.
You make grabby hand toward him, wanting him close as he fucks into you. Eddie obliges, leaning over and wrapping his arms around you fully, holding you close to his chest as he continues thrusting into you, bottoming out so your tight muscles can adjust to his size. Your breathing is ragged as he holds you so intimately, filling you so well. “That’s it baby, just breathe,” Eddie says, rubbing your back as he starts to move inside of you.
You press your mouth into his shoulder, moaning as he continues to move inside of you, in and out, feeling every inch of him against your walls. He’s taking his time and you love it. It’s slow and intimate and all-consuming as you wrap your legs around him.
“My Eddie,” you mumble into him, letting your hazy brain go as pleasure takes over inside of you.
He hums as he continues to grind up into you. “ My sweet angel,” he coos, his thrust hitting particular sweet spot in you, making you gasp out, your body arching into his and your hands gripping at him.
“Oh that the spot? Yeah that’s it, Let me bounce you on my cock,” Eddie says, his thrusts getting harder as he hits that spot in you over and over again. You feel yourself getting lost in it all. All you can smell, hear, see, feel, is Eddie. He’s all consuming.
You let your hand drift to the place between you two, resting a hand on your clit as he bounces you back and forth, his thrusts picking up speed as you two become nothing but a synchronous mess of breaths and moans. The sound of your wet cunt slapping against his cock, the subtle feeling of your hand pressing between you two, the sweet nothing’s he’s moaning directly in your ear.
You start clenching tightly around him.
“Gonna cum angel? Gonna cum on my cock while I hold you?” Eddie asks. “I feel you- fuck - I feel you squeezing me baby,” He admits through gritted teeth, trying to keep himself together a his own orgasm approaches.
You nod against his shoulder. “Y-yes S-sir gonna, gonna,” you whine, unable to form the words as your orgasm begins to erupt within you. A warm explosion of bliss taking over your center, making your legs shake around Eddie as you fall apart in his arms.
It’s so consuming you barely even notice Eddie’s own thrusts fall apart, his orgasm chasing your own, releasing hot cum into your throbbing cunt as you both moan and release together, reaching your peaks at the same time in a way neither of you had done before.
Your heartbeats play as a subtle reminder to your existence as you both comedown together, huddled into one, Arm and legs intertwined. Who’s sweat is who’s? Who’s sweet scent is which? Is he breathing the In as you breathe out? Even you two don’t know.
You rest your foreheads together as you catch your breath.
“I love you Eds,” you whisper, so low you’re not even sure he heard it.
“I love you angel,” he replies back, in a whisper so low only you can hear it. A moment of lovely silence passes, before Eddie pulls away and looks at you with those big chocolate eyes and says,
(Just a quick blurb idea that wouldn’t leave me alone. 🤭 This takes place during modern day times. Also nothing against Gareth in general, I just needed someone to pick on. 😂🖤)
warnings: no major warnings, just mentions of sick reader, some fluff and Eddie being savage (still 18+, minors go away!)
“Okay beautiful, the rest of the group just showed up, so I gotta go. I’ll call you later to check in before I come over, okay?” Eddie murmured with a smile as he leaned back in his throne chair, watching as everyone settled in their usual spots to get their things set up for the campaign. You couldn’t make it tonight since you weren’t feeling well, but he promised you he’d talk with you on the phone while he got things set up and waited for the others to arrive.
“Okay, Eds. Sounds good to me. Have fun and don’t fuck them up too bad, yeah?” Your voice teased him through the phone and he found himself quietly sighing knowing he was really going to miss you the moment you hung up.
“I’ll try not to, my love. You know me, though. I like to be a little ruthless.” He smirked as he eyed his unsuspecting victims getting prepared in front of him. “Anyway, I gotta go. I’ll catch you up on everything later. I love you, Sweetheart.”
“I love you too, Eddiebear. See you later.”
“Mmkay. Bye, sweet girl.”
“Bye, handsome.”
Eddie didn’t make a move to hang up, unable to find it in himself to hang up first because he would miss you the moment he did, and when you didn’t end the call from your side of the line either, he couldn’t help but to chuckle. “Are you gonna hang up?”
“No. Are you gonna hang up?”
“I don’t want to be the one to hang up first.” He answered honestly, spacing out a tiny bit so he could focus on the sound of your soft voice on the other end of the line. Your voice alone brought him to a relaxed state of being and even though he knew he would be just fine campaigning with the other Hellfire members for a few hours, there was still going to be a big part of him that felt incomplete without you there.
“I don’t wanna be the first one either...” You admitted and Eddie could practically hear the pout in your voice, which had him beaming with adoration. “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do, so you should hang up.”
“No you hang up.”
“Nuh uh. You hang up first.”
“No you.”
“Eddiiieee.” You whined. “You do it. It’ll be easier on my fragile heart.”
“Your fragile heart? What about my-- hey! What the fuck, man?”
Gareth had snatched the phone out of Eddie’s hand before Eddie could even blink, ending the call with a quick tap of the end call button before tossing the phone on the table on top of Eddie’s notebook.
“Not cool, man!”
“We don’t need you getting all sappy on us, man! That shit is nauseating and we have a campaign to get to?” Gareth rolled his eyes as he sat back down in his chair, earning a death glare from Eddie who was already planning out in his head the many ways he could kill Gareth’s character off in the campaign tonight.
“You’re just mad that I’m able to actually keep a relationship.” Eddie shot back as he crossed his arms over his chest, highly unamused with his friend for his audacious act. He was gonna make it his mission from this point forward to rub his sappiness for you in Gareth’s face. “Also at least I know how to my make my girl orgasm, unlike you who I’ve heard doesn’t even know where the clitoris is.”
A collective "oooooooooo!" sounded around the table at Eddie’s savage diss, which had Gareth giving a bothered glare toward his fellow club members for feeding into Eddie’s offensive comments, mumbling a shut up as he eyed them all. Obviously Eddie was right, Gareth couldn’t deny that, but it still brought that pang of jealousy and embarrassment to his chest and everyone’s teasing only made it worse.
“Anyway, we have a campaign to continue and then after, I have a very sick girlfriend to go take care of because I’m a good boyfriend and want to tend to my baby when she needs it, so let’s get this party started.” Eddie quickly changed the subject as he gave his hands a firm clap together, standing up from his throne after a moment with a wicked smirk on his face. “Now who’s ready for a deadly night?”
(I’m not gonna even bother tagging anyone in this one because it’s short and lame compared to my other fics and I’m not sure I’m even gonna add it to my master list since it doesn’t feel worth it. We’ll see what happens, though, if people enjoy it or not.)
You have no idea how badly I needed this today..I'm stuck in bed feeling miserable but the thought of Eddie taking care of me and jus being the absolute best brought such a smile to my face 🥺♥️
How about Wayne at Eddie’s funeral and reader shows up because she was a classmate and secretly loved him
Oh, you wanted sad? I'll give you sad. Enjoy your cry!
Warnings: S4 is canon, told in third person, mentions of death/funeral
WC: 1.3k
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Wayne didn't realize who she was at first, when she walked in to the garden in her black dress and makeup already slightly smudged from tears shed on the way to Eddie's funeral. It wasn't until he overheard one of Eddie's friends--one of the younger boys; a curly-haired kid named Dustin--whisper to another one, "Told ya she'd show up."
And then Wayne knew.
He watched as she made her way over to him, hand trembling as she reached out to him. "Mr. Munson?" she croaked, voice breaking.
"'S me," he replies, fumbling with the unlit cigarette between his fingers.
"I'm, um, I'm a friend of Eddie's?" She says this like a question, like she's unsure. "We had world history together this year, and he sat next to me."
Her crystal blue eyes are glassy, and Wayne has to stop himself from wiping the tears from her cheeks. "He was...he was such a kind person," she starts, casting her gaze down at the grass. "He probably never told you this, but one time, right before class started, Jason Carver stuck gum to the back of my shirt, and Eddie..."
"It is you," Wayne muses. "You're the one Eddie gave his shirt to."
She nods. "Literally took it right off in the middle of the classroom and handed it to me so I could change in the bathroom. He walked around the rest of the day with nothing under his jean jacket." She gives a small smile at the memory.
"He was a really special boy," Wayne agrees. "Wish everyone else could see that."
"I have the shirt," she blurts out, almost involuntarily. "He told me to keep it when I tried to return it, but I figured you'd might w-want it back." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a worn Metallica t-shirt, hems frayed.
Wayne wants to take it, bury his face in it and inhale any remaining trace of his nephew, but he refrains. "If Eddie wanted you to keep it, then you should," he says finally. "I have plenty of his shirts back home." Though it doesn't feel like a home anymore, not without Eddie there playing his axe too loudly or headbanging along with the radio or giving his uncle a play-by-play of his latest D&D campaign with his mouth full of pizza.
"Thank you," her voice is barely above a whisper, and she can't hold back from enveloping the man in a hug. He was never one for physical touch, usually opting for a nod of the head rather than a handshake, but he allows himself to fall into her embrace, placing a calloused hand on her back before hugging her tighter.
He pulls back and clears his throat. "There's...there's something that I oughta show you," he admits. "'F you wouldn't mind coming back to the trailer after the service."
She nods in agreement, squeezing his hand before taking her seat amongst the smattering of other mourners. There aren't a lot; Eddie was an outcast at best and a (falsely accused) murderer at worst, but there were more people than Wayne had anticipated. He felt a pang of warmth in his chest each time someone showed up.
People loved you, Eddie, he thinks. You were so goddamn loved.
She finds Wayne as soon as the service concludes, and he motions to his truck. The ride to the trailer is silent but not uncomfortable; just the two of you silently remembering the boy who died a hero.
Wayne leads her straight to Eddie's bedroom. He grabs a cardboard box out of a dresser drawer, clothes haphazardly strewn around it. It's filled with notebooks and looseleaf papers covered in pencil markings, doodles of dragons and elves along the margins.
"Where is it..." he mutters as he rifles through the box. His tongue pokes out of his mouth slightly, just like Eddie's did. When he spots the paper, he snatches it with a victorious grin.
"He wrote this for you," Wayne tells her, tears threatening to spill over his lash line as he thinks back on the memory.
"It's finished, and it's perfect!" Eddie exclaims, flinging open the door to his room. He slams the paper on the snack table in front of his uncle, smiling so wide his cheeks start to ache.
Wayne looks over the lyrics and feels a grin tug at his lips, too. "This for that girl in your history class? The one you keep chewin' my ear off about?"
Eddie nods. "That's the one!" He paces around the room, chewing on a fingernail. "Now I just need to ask her to come to a gig so I can play it for her." He looks at Wayne nervously. "What do I say?"
"He was gonna invite you to a Corroded Coffin show after spring break," Wayne tells the girl now. "I'm sorry that he never got the chance."
Her eyes flit over the lyrics, soaking in Eddie's scratchy handwriting:
Blue eyes cryin'
And I'll keep tryin'
To stop them from cryin' again
She couldn't be sweeter
And I would treat her
Like the diamond in the rough that she is
I'd give her my heart if it meant that she'd smile
And I'd do it again to hold her for awhile
There'd be nothin' more divine
Than knowing she is mine
So I'm done with pretendin'
Want my happy endin'
I'm tearing off my disguise
You and me 'gainst the world
Let me call you my girl
Just show me those pretty blue eyes
She's stunned into silence. "This was for me?" she asks unbelievingly. "He felt this way about me?"
"Oh, yes," Wayne offers a small chuckle. "He was head over heels for ya, darlin'."
"This is going to sound so stupid, because we weren't even dating or anything," she mumbles, forcing herself to look at Wayne, "but I loved him. I swear to you, I loved Eddie so much."
Wayne swallows the lump in his throat, lips quivering. "He loved you, too. Every day he came home, telling me somethin' about you. How you let him borrow your notes, or if you so much as laughed at a joke he told. There was one time where you pulled a little piece of dust from his hair, and the boy talked about it like you were the second coming of Christ."
"Well, I couldn't let him walk around all day with lint in those curls!" She relaxes slightly when she sees Wayne smile.
"And, well, pardon me if this is too forward," he says, "but your eyes; he wouldn't shut up about them! At one point I forgot your name for a bit because I just used to tease him and ask, 'how was Blue Eyes today?'."
She chews on her lower lip before speaking. "I never knew he liked them. Never knew he liked me." She looks up at Wayne. "What might've been, huh?"
Wayne just nods; there's nothing to be said. "You, uh, you keep that song. Keep it with the shirt," he instructs her. "And you read it anytime you start to forget how much he cared about you."
"I'll do that," she promises him, starting for the door. "Thank you."
"And if you see me around town, don't be a stranger. He might not be here anymore, but he'll always be in here," Wayne points to his heart, and she feels herself instinctively doing the same. "When keeping him in there gets to be too much, you come find me."
"Of course." She pulls him in for another hug, this one lasting even longer than the first.
Wayne watches forlornly as she closes the door behind her. He waits until she's far enough away before he speaks again.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 if he had given it to reader before spring break maybe the outcome would’ve been different. Wayne and reader bonding over Eddie while also processing the grief of possibilities 😭🥹
I'm currently trying to get the $$ together to attend FanExpo New Orleans so I can FINALLY meet our lord and savior Joe Quinn 😍😍😍 fingers crossed I'll be able to get tickets in time 🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤
wait since the mutuals are talking about zodiac! could we do that thing where you say your real plus your stranger things sun (overall personality) moon (emotions) and rising (the impression you give off). for example mine are pisces sun taurus moon aquarius rising + i think maybe el sun mike moon and. i really can't tell for rising
I’m sorry what’s this about a jock steve / eddie strength kink fic I hear??
oh yes you did hear correctly 👀 here take a lil snippet:
Eddie overindulges.
He likes to push everything. He wants to know just how far someone will go if he tinkers with their buttons enough. He needs to see how much he can get out of any situation if he just goes one step further.
It’s his thing. That’s why he still deals even though he has a “proper” job now. The record shop pays shit but it’s plenty enough for his third of the rent between Steve and Gareth, or when his van decides to break down and he needs a quick wad of cash.
But if Eddie wants anything extra, he’s gotta do a little extra and yeah, screw his dad for giving him that insatiable goddamn need for more no matter the risk. He’s slowed down at least, only dimebags now, but still. He’s pushing it.
Anyway, Eddie Munson has an impulsive need for overindulgence. That’s why the first time that he runs and outright flings himself at Steve simply because he’s curious if Steve will catch him, and Steve does… Well, Eddie just can't stop after that.
He’s not getting off on it, he hasn’t sunk that low, it’s actually just fun to see what Steve will let him get away with.
He really takes a gamble one night after his band finishes playing their set.
“You left Robin all alone with that pretty redhead at the bar?” Eddie sets his guitar aside, grinning down at Steve near the edge of the stage.
“Yeah, wanted to be the first to congratulate the rockstar for his cool show.” Of course Steve did, he’s stupid sweet like that, smirking up at Eddie, “Or should I say it was metal?”
“Thanks, charmer, but no.”
Eddie can’t help it, doesn’t give any warning before he jumps right off the stage, just knowing that Steve won’t let him fall and he doesn’t. Steve throws his arms out with a surprised grunt just in time to catch Eddie like a bride over the damn threshold, both of them laughing.
“Now that was metal.”
“You’re outta your mind, Munson,” Steve doesn’t even care that Eddie’s all sweaty, just carries him over to the bar and buys him round after round. He never stopped smiling the entire night.
Then, when Eddie’s nervous out of his mind, opening the letter after his third time taking his GED test, psyched to find out that he finally passed and could start community college with everyone next semester. Hell, Steve seems even happier than Eddie, having been there the first two times when Eddie sulked on the couch and tried not to cry.
So Eddie can’t help it then either, jumping into Steve’s arms and cackling when Steve spun him around in a hug like something out of a stupid Disney movie.
And later, Gareth called over Jeff and Grant, and Steve rounded up Dustin and Robin so they could all surprise Eddie and celebrate. That night was the first time Steve stopped Eddie from launching at him.
Instead, he turned Eddie around, dipped down to hoist Eddie’s legs around his neck, and lifted him on his shoulders while everyone cheered and toasted. They even let Dustin spray them with the cheapest champagne from the corner-store.
Steve carried Eddie around like that for a good half-hour. When he finally sat him down on the counter, it was with a quiet smile, standing between Eddie’s knees, cheeks rosy wine colored as he murmured, “Can I say, in the least sappy way, I’m proud of you, Eds. Congrats.”
By the end of the night, Eddie was warm and buzzing pleasantly all over, not just from the bubbly.
And then another time, and another time, and another, and then.
It happens.
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It’s a boring Wednesday afternoon, they both have to be at work at the same time, so Eddie decided to make it interesting and bet Steve he’d be ready to go before him.
By the time he’s changed into one of his endless band tees, Steve’s already stuffed himself into another pair of his torturously short shorts, both of them racing down the stairs at the same time.
Of course, Eddie hops onto Steve’s back as soon as Steve gains the lead, latching around him like something feral, laughing maniacally as Steve tries to throw him off. Only when they reach the bottom of the staircase does Steve manage to pry Eddie off, swinging him around until he’s back on his own feet.
Eddie tries to take off toward the door, but Steve holds him back with a handful of his shirt, making heat swoop low in Eddie’s stomach at the rough contact.
“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going?”
It happens like a fever dream. Steve rasps right into his ear, close enough for his warm breath to scald Eddie’s skin.
“Try not to get in too much trouble today, Munson. You’re already off to a bad start.”
Then Steve, Honest to God, gives Eddie a swift pat on the ass, leaving him stunned in place as he jogs out the door.
It takes Eddie’s mind a long… long moment to wrap around what just happened.
It’s obviously some stupid jock habit that’s stuck with Steve, smacking each other’s asses in the locker room or on the basketball court, completely oblivious to the implications. He’s such a damn token straight golden boy, he probably doesn’t even realize he’s got his little gay nerd friend going all kinds of crazy.
So Eddie reels it in. He doesn’t want to look too much into what was clearly just some lighthearted gesture, not even a proper smack. It definitely wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turning his blood hot under his skin in the shape of Steve’s hand or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that.
for the winter reqs: reader LOVES snow, to the point of pointedly going outside to take walks when it is actively snowing!! maybe she likes to take pictures of it? but one night eddie could run into her on one of her walks… he could find it endearing or worry about the cold, up to you! but he’d tag along regardless and have fun in the winter wonderland. also up to you whether they’re in an established relationship or just pining, but either way a kiss in the snow would be beautiful wonderful showstopping. love your writing thank you sm!! 🌨❄️☃️
AN | Okay but stop, this is so cute! A first kiss in the snow! 🥺🥰
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie
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You were trying to finish up homework, but the lightly falling snow from outside your bedroom window had caught your eye. You tossed your pen down onto your textbook and walked over to the window, opening it to allow in the cool, fresh air. It was getting later into the evening, but the scene outside was almost too beautiful to pass up. The sun was slowly starting to set, but there was enough light remaining for it to be safe.
Running to your dresser, you searched through the top drawer for our camera, making a small sound of triumph when you reached it. Pulling it out of the case, you quickly inspected it to make sure there was film before putting the strap around your neck. You knew that your parents wouldn’t allow you out this late so you decided that the only thing to do was to sneak out of your bedroom window.
After pulling out your jacket from the closet and slipping it on, you toed on your scuffed up old converse. Ensuring that your window was unlocked, you secured your camera and slowly made your way onto the roof, and then down the trellis before landing on the ground with a soft oof.
There was already a soft blanket of white on the ground, which just made your heart grow even fuller. There was a path that you liked to walk behind the neighborhood, and you decided to walk along it until you could get the perfect pictures. Photography might have been a hobby, but it was one you enjoyed as much as you loved the snow and winter weather.
The pretty, fat snowflakes that were falling from the sky kept your attention occupied and your head in the metaphorical clouds. So much so that you didn’t even notice the fact you were about to walk into a wall of flesh and muscle. Not until you were almost to the ground, about to land on your bum, stopped only by a pair of strong hands.
You looked up and found the prettiest pair of bambi brown eyes looking back at you. He helped you back to your feet before offering you a soft smile. It was then that you realized your rescuer was none other than Eddie Munson. Also known as your crush - but he didn’t need to know that.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly, looking you over to make sure there was no harm done, “you seemed pretty into your thoughts, sweetheart.”
“I-I’m alright,” you promised, feeling tongue-tied and breathless already, “I’m sorry. I should have been paying more attention.”
“No worries,” he insisted with a small nod, “I could have been paying better attention too. Are you warm enough? Your jacket looks thin, you shouldn’t be out too long or late…”
“I’m okay,” your tummy was already filled with butterflies at the genuine display of concern. You never did understand why people felt so afraid or threatened by him; he really was just one of the nicest people you’d met, “I was just taking some pictures.”
“That’s really cool,” his cheeks were a pretty, bright shade of pink and you weren’t sure if it was just the wind chill or if he was blushing, but fuck he was precious, “I’m Eddie, by the way. I think we have a few classes together, but I wasn’t sure if you knew. Although I’m the-”
“Eddie,” you grinned shyly while nodding, “I know. We have physics, English, and math together. I’m-”
“I know,” and he repeated your name. He knew your name. While it didn’t necessarily mean he reciprocated your feelings, it did mean that he knew of your existence. The thought alone made you want to squeal in delight. His beautiful smile made it even worse, “what were you taking pictures of?”
“The snow,” you professed quietly, vaguely gesturing to the white powder all around you, “well, the scenery. I just think snow makes everything look more beautiful. It’s almost like a winter wonderland!”
“I like the snow too,” he confessed, almost as if the two were sharing some sort of little inside secret. He seemed to muse over what he had for a few moments, tapping his chin before quickly shrugging off his outer jacket. He held it out to you, which caused your eyes to widen in surprise, “take it. It’s really cold out here and I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”
“But what about you?” you disliked the idea of him being cold even more than the idea of you being cold, “Eddie. You’re going to-”
“I’ll be fine,” he wasn’t even going to allow you to say no. You gave him one last little look to make sure he was positive, and when he was, you took the jacket from him and put it on. The smell of him, a mixture of cologne, detergent and smoke was all consuming and intoxicating. It suited him perfectly, and damn, you never wanted to take it off, “better?”
“Better,” you agreed quietly, “thank you, Eddie.”
“Don’t mention it,” he gently nudged your arm with his, “hey…I don’t want to intrude or anything, but ugh…would you like some company?”
“Really?” and oh. The way your whole face lit up made Eddie want to melt into a puddle then and there.
“Really.”
“That would be awesome,” you worried your bottom lip between your teeth trying to contain your sheer excitement, “yeah…that would be cool.”
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You and Eddie made your way around the wooded path that connected the trailer park with your neighborhood. It was quiet for a while, the silence comfortably filled only with the crunching of the leaves under your combined footfalls. At one point you stopped suddenly when you saw the perfect photo opportunity. Eddie almost walked into you, an arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling and to steady yourself.
“Sorry,” you grinned sheepishly as you looked at him, his hand still on your waist, “should have said something. I’m usually by myself when I go out like this.”
“‘s okay,” he promised, “probably should have been paying more attention too. Got distracted.”
“What’s got you so distracted?” you asked quietly, messing around with the settings on your camera. If you’d have been looking at him you’d have seen the way his cheeks and ears turned everyone pinker. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but you failed to notice, “look! It’s perfect.”
He followed your finger and looked at the scenery, a smile growing on his face as he held up the camera to your face and started to click away. He loved your enthusiasm and how you were able to pick out the perfect framing for your pictures.
“Yeah,” he agreed after a few moments, “perfect.”
But he wasn’t looking at the scenery; he was looking at you.
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After that first evening, Eddie became a constant on your late night walks. Sometimes you’d call him beforehand to let him know you’d be sneaking out, other times he was already waiting for you as though he had read your mind.
You loved spending time with him, just the two of you. You were learning more and more about him, getting privileged glimpses into his life. During school he’d become more friendly but also didn’t want to push any boundaries considering he was a social pariah. But outside, during your walks when it was just the two of you, nothing else seemed to matter, it was like nothing else existed.
Eddie had quickly and effortlessly become one of the closest people in your life. It was both scary and wonderful how quickly you found yourself falling for him. You had no clue if he felt the same, but there were moments when you were sure he did. But you didn’t want to falter yourself like that and think so highly about yourself.
This particular evening however, seemed to answer any lingering questions you had remaining.
It had gotten later and darker than you were normally out, but you’d been having such a good time with Eddie that you’d hardly noticed. You’d made your way to Lover’s Lake, which was completely frozen by this weather, and were sitting together on one of the benches, ignoring the fact that your butts were becoming numb.
“Look,” you grinned eagerly, head tilted up towards the sky as you studied the glittering stars, “the sky is so clear, so you can see so many stars tonight.”
“Wow,” he looked up, trying to pick out some of the constellations he knew. He took your hand and pointed out a couple of the small ones he knew. You were trying not to get lost in the fact that his hand was on yours and just listen to the sound of his voice, “they’re cool, huh?”
“Yeah,” you agreed looking over at him, biting your lip to keep from saying anything stupid. Eventually he caught up and met your eye, a smile spreading across his pretty face, “Eddie?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” oh. He’d called you sweetheart a few times before but it had never quite felt like this before, like it suddenly held so much weight. You opened your mouth to try and say something, but you were quickly interrupted by the sudden snowfall.
A smile crossed your features as you held out your hands to catch a few of the thick flakes on your fingertips, “it’s snowing!”
Unable to contain your excitement, you jumped to your feet and held out your arms to let the snow fall gently on you. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh and join, opening his mouth wide to catch some of the flakes on his tongue. You laughed at the boy as he twirled in the snow, the white powder catching on his rogue curls.
The two of you played with the snow for a little bit until you stopped, studying him and his handsome features. He must have felt whatever you did because he paused and simply smiled at you. He took the few remaining steps to you, standing in front of you and leaving a miniscule gap between your bodies.
He reached up a tentative hand to your face, touching your cheek softly when you didn’t recoil from his touch. You preened into the feel of his fingertips on your skin, wishing he never had to take his hand away. Eddie looked into your eyes, and you’d never understood what it meant for someone to see you so fully and completely. His pretty eyes were dark and honeyed, searching yours. You leaned in, a silent answer to his question as he did the same.
You weren’t sure who exactly initiated the kiss, but his lips were quickly on yours, soft and saccharine. It was a sweet kiss and when you pulled away, he was grinning back at you with rosy cheeks and starry eyes.
“Eddie?”
“Sweetheart?”
“Can you please kiss me again?” he tenderly pulled you in by the waist until you were flush against him, already soaking up his body heat.
He nodded before brushing his nose against yours, his lips barely touching yours, but ghosting over them with a promise of more, “I can do that.”
Ohmygosh this is so sweet and wholesome and perfect 🥰🥰🥰 the whole "winter wonderland" vibe and how absolutely head over heels they are...and that first kiss ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ yes, jus yes
Note: I’m not sure why this formatted oddly, so I apologize.
Summary: When you friends find out you had a dirty dream, they gang up on you to find out who it was about.
Warnings: mentions of sex obviously, language, insecurity, i think that’s it?
Words: 4.5k
“Ugh, I did not sleep well.” You pull down the passenger seat visor in Nancy’s car and inspect your eyes in the mirror. They look much more alert after rubbing them a few times with the heel of your hand.
“Did you make her sleep on the floor?” Nancy looks at Robin in the rearview mirror, pursing her lips at your friend. Nancy had just picked the two of you up from Robin’s house after you’d spent the night. You were all headed to Steve’s house now, you older gang of teens crashing together for a night of junk food and even junkier movies.
“No, I didn’t! She slept next to me,” Robin says. She looks down and picks at her fingernails, mumbling, “Sounded like you had a good sleep, though.”
It’s the way your face burns from pink to scarlet more than Robin’s comment that catches Nancy’s interest. She smirks at you out of the corner of her eye, and you swear Robin would be dead if there wasn’t a witness sitting right next to you.
“Ooh, what does that mean?” Nancy croons.
“What are you talking about, Robin?” you ask. You sure as hell remembered your dream, but you weren’t aware you vocalized anything to reveal the dirty nature of it.
“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Robin says. “You may not snore, but you sure were making other noises in your sleep.”
As Nancy’s smirk grows, you drop your head into your hands with a groan. Nancy reaches over and jabs her finger in your shoulder.
“Who were you dreaming of, huh?” Nancy asks.
“Not important,” you mumble into your hands.
“I think it is,” Robin chimes up.
“Why?” you groan out.
“Because we’re your best friends and we’re nosy,” Robin answers.
summary: a special birthday dance at the local male strip club is probably the weirdest way to find out that your best friend is a stripper... and that is precisely how you find out.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, stripper!eddie, language, dry humping, teasing, vaginal stimulation, unprotected piv, dirty talk, nipple play, light humour, fluff if you squint, friends to loversish?
word count: 5.7k
a/n: okay my writers block has been terrible so shoutout to @thefreakofhawkins86 for the inspo on this one (ily kait darling). i hope you all love stripper!eddie as much as i love him. i would also like to state that i typed the word 'thong' an atrocious amount of times while writing this!
Eddie has work tonight. And he’s pissed. He doesn’t normally mind working, but tonight is your birthday, your 21st. Of course he still plans on spending some of the day with you, but since you were kids, he'd always promised he’d take you out drinking for your 21st birthday and Eddie unfortunately starts work at 8 tonight.
To most, an 8pm shift seems late, but Eddie’s job is a little… different. Eddie is working at a strip club. He’s a stripper. No one knows. He’s been doing it for a few months now to make some extra cash. To his surprise he actually kind of likes it. He loves the attention he gets when he's on that stage. Eddie makes up excuses as to why his nights are suddenly busy. Band practice, Hellfire campaign planning (in which he insists on being alone which he never used to do), driving upstate to pick up weed, the list goes on. It’s so excessive that you honestly start to believe he has a girlfriend that he’s hiding from you and everyone else.
“Happy Birthday, princess!” Eddie yells as he bursts into your room.
His abrupt entry causes you to jump, the lipstick you were applying smudging across your face. He sees the red line down your chin and snickers.
“Thanks, Eds.” You huff, wiping the lipstick from your skin. “And you’ve said happy birthday like all five times you’ve seen me today, you don’t need to keep saying it.” You chuckle.
Eddie walks up to you, wiping a spot you missed with his thumb.
“I know, but this time I have your gift… and I kind of feel guilty that I’m not taking you out to drink tonight.” He says, holding a little gift bag in the air.
Your eyes light up, gently grabbing the bag from his hands and seating yourself on your bed. Eddie joins you, not so gracefully throwing himself onto the mattress. He watches as you reach into the bag, first pulling out a baggie of weed.
“Ugh, Munson. You know me too well.” You smirk.
He grins up at you from where he lays on your bed. You reach back into the gift bag and feel a little box. Pulling it out, you look at Eddie with wide eyes. It's a jewelry box. Whatever is in here, you know he can’t afford.
“Eddie…” You start, already feeling guilty knowing he’s spent money on you.
“Just open it for fucks sake.” He chuckles.
You open the box to see a silver ring with '21' engraved on it. Your jaw drops. This is even more expensive than you originally thought.
“Eddie Munson.” You gasp, looking at him like you might cry. There’s no way you can accept this gift from your best friend. He needs to make ends meet. He can’t be spending frivolously.
“Do you like it?” He asks. You nod, unable to speak. “You’re always going on about how cool my rings are, so I got you one of your own. '21' to commemorate the day, it’s a big year. I think it looks pretty metal.” He grins.
You slip the ring onto your pointer finger, loving the way it looks. It’s cool. It’s not some dainty ring, it’s a pretty thick band and the number is engraved in a gothic font. It is pretty metal. You love it.
“Eddie, you can’t afford this.” You frown.
“Hey, don’t worry about me. I had a nice chunk of money come in. Business is good right now.” He lies. He does have the extra money now, but it’s definitely not from selling half quarters to a bunch of lousy high schoolers.
You throw your arms around the boy, squeezing him in your embrace. “Thank you, Eds. I love it. I really love it.”
“Of course, princess.” He mumbles, squeezing you back. “Just feel like a total asshole for not taking you out for your first legal drink.” Eddie smirks on the word legal, knowing the two of you have been sneaking beer together since you were 14.
You laugh as you sit back, looking at the boy. “It’s okay, Rob and Nance are going to take me out tonight.” You smile. “And speaking of, I really need to get dressed.”
Eddie follows his cue and turns his face downwards into your pillow. This has been the routine ever since you were younger. The two of you are practically attached at the hip so it seemed weird to send the other one away while you changed, instead just having each other look away. A rule that seemed silly when you were younger, but when Eddie started to gain a little muscle and you got boobs, had you both thanking your younger selves for the agreement.
You struggle with your fishnets, losing your balance and falling into your bed.
“You good?” Eddie asks, his voice muffled through the pillow.
“All good.” You reassure, finally getting the tricky buggers on.
Next goes the tight leather skirt and black lace corset. You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, never having had self esteem issues. Eddie has made sure of that.
“Look hot.” Eddie smirks from the bed. Your lips turn up, used to his constant flirting. It’s all platonic. It’s just Eddie being Eddie.
You shake your head with a laugh, running your hands over the leather, loving the feel of it under your skin.
“You know, Munson, I never told you to look up. I could’ve been naked still.” You inform.
His eyebrows raise. Eddie feels the crotch of his jeans get a little bit tighter at the thought.
“You stopped moving, I knew you were checking yourself out.” He says, causing you to roll your eyes. “What? I’d be checking myself out too if I looked like that.” He shrugs.
“This skirt is kind of sexy, isn’t it?” You ponder.
Eddie nods, proceeding to throw himself off of your bed and onto the floor. “Drop dead gorgeous.” He breathes out dramatically.
You roll your eyes once again, walk over to him and stick your hand out to yank him off the floor. He gladly grabs your hand, and his eyes can’t help but notice how your breasts are almost spilling out of the top. He blinks a few times to distract his eyes, and hops to his feet with the help of you tugging him up.
"You've got a staring problem." You smirk, teasing the boy.
"You've got a boob problem." He replies with a shrug, his choice of words making you raise your eyebrows with amusement.
"Oh yeah? How so?"
"Too big for that top." He states matter-of-factly, trying his best to hold in his laugh at his own joke.
"Oh good, that's what I was going for." You smile, adjusting them in the mirror.
Eddie has to look away when you do this. He's used to the flirty banter, the two of you always talk like this (although the rest of your friends think it's absolutely mortifying). But he feels something stir in his stomach at the sight of you grabbing and adjusting your breasts. Something warm and tight deep in his core.
His eyes, that are now searching the room for anything to look at, spot the clock on your nightstand. 7:40pm.
"Shit, running late. Said I'd be there by 8:30 for the pick-up. It's an hour away." Eddie rushes, turning his attention back to you. "C'mere." He smiles, shooting his arms out at you.
You hug your arms around your friend, his encircling your neck.
"Thank you again for the gift Eds. You really didn't have to do that." You smile up at him as you pull away from his embrace, already missing the feel of his chest against your face.
"I know but I wanted to." He replies, grabbing the keys to his van out of his pocket. "Have a good night, okay? I'll call you later to check in, make sure no creeps have taken you home."
Fat chance. You avoid giving any guy a chance knowing they won't compare to your best friend. The best friend you've been drooling over for quite some time now. You have given it a go with a couple guys you met in high school but it paled in comparison to the stories Eddie would tell you about his 'adventures' with the girls he met at The Hideout. As much as it made you jealous of these other women, you never asked him to stop telling you the stories. You enjoyed it too much, hearing about Eddie's skills, and he spared no details.
"Yeah, yeah. Who knows, maybe I'll meet my Blane tonight." You play it up, referring to the heart throb from Pretty In Pink. This is bullshit. You would much prefer to have your Duckie, the overlooked best friend.
"Ew, first off, stop referring to that movie, it's sappy and gross." Eddie scoffs, hating the rich-boy love interest. "And secondly, we all know the Blane of this town is Steve Harrington."
You scrunch your nose up at the thought. "Thanks for that image, Munson. Now I'll never be able to watch that movie the same."
"Welcome, princess. Now I really do have to run, don't make bad decisions... or if you do, I want the details." He snickers, and with that he's running out of your house, the tires of his van screeching as he speeds off to wherever he is going.
Eddie makes it to work at 8 on the dot, parking in the back lot to hide his easily recognizable van. He doesn't need all of Hawkins to know where he works. The boy grumbles as he runs into the back entrance with his duffel bag full of leather, thongs, and hair product. Fourth of July weekend. Going to be packed, but at least the tips will be good.
You are just finishing up teasing your hair as the two girls walk into your room.
"TWENTY ONE!" Robin yells upon entry, Nancy giggling alongside her.
You still don't know how they plan on getting into bars tonight, both of them being a year younger than you.
"Happy Birthday!" Nancy smiles, pulling you in for a hug.
"Thank you!" You beam as she pulls away, Robin presenting you with a giant bottle of champagne. It's the good stuff.
"You guys! How did you even buy this?" You laugh, taking the bottle from her.
"Harrington. Turns out he is good for something!" Robin laughs.
You shake your head, thanking the two of them. You spend the next twenty minutes chatting, waiting for Steve to pick you all up. You keep asking the girls why he won't come with, but they never give you a straight answer. You feel a little giggly but barely tipsy from one glass of champagne by the time Steve shows up, ready to drive you all to your destination.
You don't pay attention to where you are going for most of the ride, Robin and Nancy on either side of you, distracting you with wild stories as usual. When you feel Steve put the car into park, you finally look up to see what bar the girls have brought you to.
Except it's not a bar. It's 'The Boneyard'. Hawkins' one and only male strip club. Steve rubs at his face, embarrassed to even be seen here. Guess that's why he's not tagging along...
"Um... Robin, this doesn't really seem like your scene..." You laugh, a blush hitting your face at the thought of even going in there.
"Yeah well, it's one of the few places they don't ID in this town. Plus You and Nancy will enjoy it!" She exclaims.
Steve groans in the front seat, hating every moment of this.
"Sorry, sorry. We'll get out." You stifle a giggle with Nancy as the three of you slide out of the back of Steve's car.
You're adjusting your skirt, about to walk in when Steve calls your name from the car. You turn around, bending down to stick your face in the passenger seat window.
"Happy birthday. Try to enjoy yourself, let loose a little. The strip club is only as fun as you make it." He smirks.
"Cheeky." You laugh. "Thanks, Harrington." You smile, tapping the side of the car lightly before skipping over to the door to meet your friends.
You give Robin a light shove as she casually mentions to one of the employees that tonight is your birthday. It wasn't casual. She told the man that the birthday girl is really looking forward to special treatment, and you groan inwardly at the thought of whatever that could entail.
"Shots?" Nancy proposes, grabbing both yours and Robin's hands, leading you to the crowded bar.
You nod fervently.
Nancy orders a round of vodka shots and a man in a pair of gold shorts sets the down in front of you.
"To 21!" Nancy winks, as the three of you hold up your shot glasses.
Robin spots a hairy man in nothing but a star spangled thong and downs the shot fast, immediately gesturing to the bartender for another one. The sight distracts you from the burn of the vodka in your throat.
After Robin's third shot (you and Nancy stopping at one, wanting to save the fun for later) you all go to sit at a table at the front. The place is packed but the owner comes out personally, and insists on giving the birthday girl the front row seat.
Your leg bounces up and down under the table. Your plan was to sit in the back and enjoy the show without the attention of anyone knowing you're here. But here you are, right in front of the stage, looking like a deer in the headlights.
The first few acts are good. Some really tan muscled guys grinding into the stage with some sort of patriotic thong theme. Not really your type but you could appreciate the art of it. You blush as a couple of them shoot winks your way, the owner of course bringing you a little princess tiara that he insists the 'birthday girl' should wear.
One of the waiters brings over some shots, Nancy having ordered your second round as you were all getting comfortable, but you don't even have time to take it before another employee is helping you up from your seat and ushering you towards the stage.
You shoot a concerned look at the two girls who just give you a thumbs up, Nancy wiggling her eyebrows.
The man takes your hand as he walks you up the stairs to the stage, seating you in a chair that must have been put there when you weren't looking.
"Alright ladies and gents, we have a very special birthday girl in the club tonight, can I hear you make some noise?" The man says enthusiastically into the mic.
The crowd of customers and other employees cheer, you hear a few whistles as well.
"How old are you, doll?" He asks, turning the mic towards you to speak.
"21." You reply shyly.
"Well happy birthday, sweet thing! We have a very special surprise for you tonight." He smiles, walking off the stage, microphone still in hand. "Please welcome to the stage for a special birthday dance, it's your favourite, Erotic Eddie!”
You wince a little at the fact that the stripper has the same name as your best friend.
The crowd cheers, the bright lights dimming to a shade of red. The familiar tune of Guns N' Roses 'Rocket Queen' starts playing from the speakers. Your leather combat boot bang on the floor as your nervous legs bounce, thankfully the the blaring beat of the song drowns out of the noise of your fidgeting. The fog machine fills the stage entrance.
The first thing you see is boots. The second thing you see is hair. Your heart rate picks up, immediately recognizing the messy curls. And that's when you see him, Eddie Munson, stepping out onto the stage. Your jaw drops as you see your best friend in nothing but black sweatpants and a leather harness. His demeanor is so different. He's tantalizing and cocky. Eddie still hasn't looked at you when you turn around to look at Nancy and Robin, their eyes wide, a hand coming up to Robin's mouth. You turn back around to look at Eddie, hearing a squeak come out of Nancy as Eddie makes his way over to you, his hips moving to the rhythm in a way you never thought Eddie had in him.
Then it happens, Eddie looks over at the 'birthday girl' that he is dancing for tonight. His eyes widen when they lock onto yours, but only for a second. He immediately restores his 'stage face'. He's at work. He can't falter. The show must go on.
Eddie's hips start to fuck the air in front of you, the dollar bills already flying onto the stage. The crowd is already rowdier for him than they've been for the other acts. You feel your core start to ache when he drops to the floor in front of you, his hips grinding into the floor with a lustful look in his eyes.
Your heart races and your gut instinct is to look away, but you can't seem to peel your eyes away from him. The way that his back arches with each rhythmic thrust, the way he smirks every time he hears a holler or whistle from someone in the crowd, the way his muscles move under the red lights...
Eddie notices your legs shaking and brings his hands to your legs. His fingers trail all the way up from your ankles, his hands gripping each of your thighs when they reach them. He spreads your legs apart, his hands immediately flying up to hold your shoulders. Eddie brings his face just inches from your stomach, slowly moving it up to stop just in front of your breasts. His eyes look up to meet yours, shooting you a cocky wink, one that normally wouldn't mean anything, but this time you feel it between your legs.
He places his hands back on top of your thighs, stepping onto the small bit of chair in between your legs. He strokes your hair and looks into your eyes for just a brief moment, before grabbing the back of the chair and thrusting his noticeable bulge into your face, just millimetres from actually touching you. His movements are precise, he knows exactly what he's doing and how to do it.
His feet jump out, each landing on the floor on either side of you so that he's straddling your lap. His hips grind into your lap, and you hope that the red lighting is hiding the red in your cheeks caused by the feeling of Eddie, your best friend Eddie, moving his hips on top of you. Eddie holds onto the back of the chair with one hand, and reaches for the floor behind him with the other one, jerking his hips up into the air in front of you. One of his legs comes up to hook around your back, pulling your torso towards him.
With one more thrust into the air, he pushes himself back up so that he is towering over you again. He stands in front of you now, one of his fingers hooking under your chin to force your gaze up at him. Eddie commands everyone's attention when he's on that stage.
Eddie grabs your hands, placing them low on his hips. He grips one of your legs, bringing your knee up to wrap around him. He wets his lips with his tongue, the hand that isn't holding your leg holds the back of the chair as he starts grinding his hips forward, his clothed dick just barely grazing your crotch. Your breath hitches and Eddie gives you a cocky little eyebrow raise, you can almost hear the teasing words just from the look he gives you.
A grin nearly splits his face in two as he hears a shrill 'holy shit' from one of the women watching.
Without warning, Eddie spins the chair so that you are sideways with the audience. His muscles bulge as his strong hands guide the back of the chair down to the stage floor, so that your back is laying against it. Your eyes go wide and Eddie can feel his dick twitch from the sight alone.
Eddie comes around to the other side of you, standing directly over your head as he rips his pants off, literally rips them, throwing them somewhere in the audience. You're met with Eddie's leather thong and your jaw drops, having never seen this much of your best friend before. Your eyes glaze over at the sight of his dick that is barely contained by the fabric.
He drops to his knees once again, thrusting his hips just in front of your face, the only thing keeping his dick from being in your mouth being the leather and maybe one millimetre of air.
Eddie shoots you another wink and proceeds to stand from this position, gripping your hips in the process. He lifts you upside down, your face against his bulge, his resting right above your ass and cunt, your thighs resting on his shoulders as he holds you there.
This causes screams and shrieks to spill from the crowd, the money littering the stage faster than before. You feel his breath tickle your clothed pussy as he chuckles at the reaction. When Eddie feels your thighs clench slightly at the sides of his head, he fights the urge to give you a playful slap on the ass.
He swings your body, turning you right side up, placing you on your feet in front of him. Eddie's hands trail up your body, stopping at the hips to turn you around.
With your ass pressed flush against his groin, Eddie pushes your back down with one hand so that you're bent over in front of him. He keeps one hand on your back and one on your hips as he grinds his own against you to the music.
Your brain can't even process the position before he turns you around again, laying you back on the floor. His body slides along the floor so that he ends up between your legs, his face teasingly hovering over your cunt all the way up to your face, not touching you once.
Eddie abruptly flips you over, your stomach pressed against the cool stage floor, the bills around you tickling your skin. With his body on top of yours, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up to his face. He smirks at the little tiara that is clipped into your hair.
"Happy Birthday, princess." He whispers just loud enough for you to hear.
You bite back a grin as he pulls you to your knees. Eddie grabs your hips, hoisting you into the air as he stands, wrapping your legs around his waist. He bounces you up and down to the beat of the song as he walks you back down to your seat in the crowd.
He places you down in your chair gently as the song ends, noticing Nancy and Robin sitting there, slack jaw. Eddie completely forgot they were with you tonight until this moment.
But Eddie being Eddie keeps his cool, taking some of the dollar bills straight from your friends' hands and tucking them into his thong with a smirk before heading off backstage.
You look over to Robin and Nancy with wide eyes, your body still vibrating with electricity.
“Um…” You start, as the next act starts coming out on. But your gaze isn’t on the next guy on the stage, it pointed directly at your friends who are looking right back at you.
“Holy shit.” Robin laughed. “Fucking Eddie. Who knew that Eddie had that in him.”
Nancy just smirks and you can see her blush. Okay good, it’s not just you.
“You looked like you were having a good time up there.” Nancy giggles, nudging you. You just blush and pick at your chipped black nail polish. “Oh come on, don’t think we don’t see the way you look at Eddie all the time, he might be blind to it but us girls, we know.” She winks.
“Did- did you know about…” You gesture towards the stage “This?”
They both shake their heads.
“Hell no, we are just as shocked as you.” Robin laughs, her voice wavers between disturbed and amazed.
You are pulled away from your conversation with a tap on the shoulder.
“Birthday girl?” A deep tone rings in your ear.
You turn around to see the same employee that led you to the stage.
“Someone purchased a private dance for you. Room 2 over to the left of the stage.” He informs.
You whip around, narrowing your eyes at Robin.
“Rob-”
"Wasn't me!" She throws her hands up.
You look over at Nancy, a little shocked.
"Just supporting our friend's career endeavours!" She shrugs, taking a sip from her drink.
You look back over to the employee, he is still waiting for you.
"Okay, room 2 got it." You mumble, setting off for the left side of the stage.
When you get over to the left of the stage, there is a red velvet curtain with a security guard blocking it.
"Who is your dance with?" He asks, looking down to his notepad.
"Uh, Munson?" You mumble.
He raises an eyebrow at you.
"S-sorry, Erotic Eddie." You restate, trying to hold back the smirk that tugs at your lips.
He pulls the curtain back, nodding towards the rooms. "Room 2."
Your legs shake a bit as you walk back, reading the door numbers. It's dark and smells like sweat and cheap cologne. When you reach room 2, you knock on the door. No answer. You peek your head in to see that the room is empty. Oh thank Ozzy. Maybe Eddie heard his private dance is you and backed out.
You still haven't fully recovered from that dance on stage. The way his hands touched you, the way his hips moved, the way his eyes looked at you in an almost animalistic way. You can feel every moment of that still. The proof is in your completely soaked panties.
When you're about to turn around and leave the room, a hand comes down to grab your arm, making you jump. You turn around with a gasp, only to see Eddie.
"Shit Eds." You laugh nervously.
"Erotic Eddie." He corrects, a glint of humour in his voice. "Sit." He nods towards the carpeted bench.
When you sit, you take in your surroundings. Almost the entire room is carpeted with peach shag carpet (gross and unsanitary), one wall has a large mirror, and a disco ball hangs from the centre, sending glints of light throughout the room. This place surely hasn't been updated since it opened in the 70's.
You look over to Eddie to see he has changed into some patriotic star spangled thong. Your lips quirk up in a smirk as he walks over to you.
"What?" He asks.
"You got one of these too, huh?" You joke. Your finger slides into the waistband, pulling it towards you before letting it go with a 'snap'.
You're so nervous that all you can do is joke with him. It's always your fallback with Eddie. Even when his flirting gets to be too much sometimes, stirring something hot in your core, you use humour to escape.
"Didn't you read the sign on the door, princess? No touching." He smirks back.
"Oh, sorry Erotic Eddie."
"S'okay, princess. Birthday girls get a little rowdy sometimes." He says, pulling your thighs apart to stand between them, beginning his dance.
"Mmm, sure they do." You breathe out as his hand brushes along the side of your face.
His hips start moving just as they did on stage, only this time you're alone. You swallow thickly as you look down to see Eddie's bulge in his thong.
"Okay, princess? Breathing a little funny." He whispers, one leg coming up the bench beside you as he grinds his crotch against your thigh.
"I-I don't think I can do this Eds." You whisper back.
He immediately pulls away. "Hey, you okay, sweetheart?"
You look up at him, your eyes blown out, a pretty shade of pink dances along your cheeks. Are you okay? Your best friend who just also happens to be the guy you have the hots for is almost naked in front of you and you're a wet quivering mess, while he stands there almost unfazed.
His body distracts you, the ink on his toned pale skin, the happy trail leading from his belly button to below his thong, the way that every muscle moves, no clothing barrier to guard it.
Eddie watches the way your blown out pupils gaze at his body, your hand fidgeting with the hem of your skirt as your thighs push together to relieve some of the ache between your legs.
Eddie's hand comes down to brush along your thigh. "This okay?" He asks, searching your eyes.
"Yeah." You breathe out.
His hand trails up further, snaking below your skirt. His fingers brush along your cunt, only covered by the fishnets and your lace panties.
"Fuck, princess. You're soaking right through your panties." He groans.
You squeeze your legs together in embarrassment.
"No! No no, it's good. So fucking good. Is this all for me, sweetheart?" He coos.
You nod.
"Words."
"Yes this is all for you. Been like this since you had me on stage." You whimper.
A cocky grin grows in his face, loving the effect he has on you. Eddie reaches his other hand down, both hands digging into the fishnets before ripping them apart at your cunt.
"I'll buy you new ones, I promise." He smirks. "Can I touch you?"
"Please, Eddie."
His fingers slip your panties to the side, immediately finding your clit, rubbing slow, tantalizing circles.
"Fuck, Eddie." You hiss, grinding your hips up to gain more friction.
"So responsive." He grins, giving you a faster pace.
His fingers continue to work at your clit but it's not enough. The only thing you've been thinking about since you were on that stage is how he feels.
"M-more." You cry out.
"What's that, sweetheart? More?" He asks. "You want me to fuck that desperate little cunt?" He teases.
"Yes, Eddie, please." You groan.
He sits next to you, pulling his cock out of his thong in the process. He's big. Fuck he's big. Eddie grip your hips, lifting you so that you're straddling his lap. He pumps himself in his hand a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.
You lower yourself, his tip entering your pussy. He's barely in and you're clenching around him, your body wound up.
"Relax, sweetheart. Can't fuck you when you're this stiff." He coos, rubbing circles on your thighs.
You breathe, starting to sink lower onto his cock. You're about halfway when you start to feel full.
"Fuck, Eds. It-it's too big I can't-"
"Yes you can, and you will. You wanted my cock so bad you're making me break all the rules here, sweetheart." He grunts. He watches as you continue to inch down. "You want my cock, don't you, princess?"
You nod quickly. "Yes! Yes, Eddie, so bad. Have wanted it for years." You cry out, finally taking all of him inside of you.
"Years? Oh fuck, sweetheart. We are so talking about that one later." He groans, his eyes rolling back into his head from the feeling of your tight cunt clenched around him.
You take a moment to adjust before moving, sliding up and down his shaft.
When you start moving faster, Eddie takes over, steadying your hips as he fucks his cock up into you. He hits your g-spot with force and you let out a cry of pleasure, your hands shooting out to grip his shoulders.
"Am I fucking you good? Just how you wanted, princess?" He teases and you nod. "Yeah. Fucking yeah I am, sweetheart. Feel even better than I imagined too."
Suddenly Eddie stands, lifting you up with him, his cock still inside of you. You groan at the way it feels as he walks across the room.
Eddie hits a button, before pressing you against the wall.
"Wheeler's paying for another 10 minutes, I'm not done with you yet." He grunts.
Your legs hug his waist tightly as he pounds into you at a relentless speed. He roughly pulls your top down, exposing your breasts. His fingers find one of your nipples, squeezing it. He smiles when you bite your lip to stifle a scream.
"Fucking teasing me with these tits earlier. Mine now." He laughs.
His thrusts become harder and deeper as he pulls your other nipple into his mouth, nibbling at the hardened bud.
"'M gonna come, Eds." You whimper in his ear.
"Come for me, princess. Wanna see how pretty you look coming all over a dirty stripper's dick." He moans.
Eddie's hand comes to the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling your head back so that you are looking into his eyes. As soon as you see the darkness in his eyes and the smirk on his lips you're done for.
You let out a cry as your climax hits you, Eddie's pace not relenting one bit.
"So fucking beautiful and cock drunk." He groans, fucking you through your orgasm.
Eddie pulls out as he feels his own orgasm approaching, still holding you steady against the wall. He pumps his cock into his hand as he shoots hot ropes of come onto your cunt, moaning at the sight.
He pulls you into his arms, carrying you back over to the bench.
He strokes your hair, peppering kisses onto your forehead and cheeks. When your breathing finally slows, he tilts your chin up to look at him, placing a soft kiss on your nose.
thinking of Steve who'll likely use his body as a shield.
thinking of Steve who'll probably push Dustin out of the way and gets attacked instead.
thinking of Steve slowly dying as Dustin screams, "you die, i die!"
thinking of Steve apologizing, using his last strength to say sorry, because Dustin just lost Eddie and now even in death he's still adding unto the burden.
thinking of Robin finishing her part of the plan, immediately clutching the walkie in her hand to radio Steve because she knows her bestfriend is a dingus who would do something stupid.
thinking of Robin only hearing Dustin answer the radio with a wailing sob, begging for help and running and abandoning her post to run to where they are.
thinking of Robin finding them, flashes of images of Dustin clutching Eddie swimming in her vision but now— now it's her soulmate in his arms.
thinking of Robin trying to stop the bleeding.
thinking of Robin crying as Steve tells her his last wishes, which includes taking care of Dustin, asking her to promise that she will continue on and do all the things they wanted to do together.
thinking of Robin letting out the most heart wrenching sob as Steve finally closes his eyes.
thinking of the Party. winning. killing Vecna. getting back Max.
thinking of Max waking up and asking, "Where's Steve?"
thinking of Max crying, screaming for all of them to leave the room.
thinking of Max clutching the letter she wrote for Steve, for when she dies, only for him to be the one to die.
thinking of Lucas not knowing if he even deserves to be happy that he got Max back because it feels like a transaction and Steve's life was the payment.
thinking of all of them, dressed in black, having a private funeral ceremony just for them.
thinking of Nancy and Jonathan having to pry Robin's body off Steve's coffin because she doesn't want to let go.
Me sitting in my GOVERNMENT office job not listening to our end of fiscal year meeting just thinking about Eddie Munson tracing his fingers over your lips when you drop to your knees to suck him off, his eyes all soft and lovey before he fucks your throat until you're covered in spit and cum
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Girl I 🧍♀️
His fingertips are so warm and calloused, and they dent the plush of your lips as they move, almost reverently. He looks down at you from under his lashes, all soft eyed. Like you’re an angel. Like he’s never seen someone as pretty or perfect as you.
If you didn’t want to suck him off before, you sure do now.
You go slow, making the whole affair lazy and unhurried, and it makes him crazy. He’s got fingers weaving into your hair, not tugging or demanding, just holding like a lifeline. Tongue trapped between his lips. Waiting. Hoping.
Eddie always drops his head backwards when you first take his head in your mouth, wheezing out a “Jesus Christ” when you suck, almost cruelly. Almost too much sensation. But he likes that.
When you’ve adjusted to his size, eyes watering, you can feel him bump against the back of your throat rhymically. He really gets into it. Short, quick thrusts that cant his hips down into your wet, warm mouth, his cock heavy and salty on your tongue.
You grip his denim-clad knees and open your jaw as wide as you can.
You could do this for hours. Have done this for hours. He makes the prettiest faces for you: mouth falling open, brows drawn down like he’s concentrating. He falls into the sensation, losing himself in it.
And you always know when he’s about to cum. His hips get erratic, almost desperate. Pushing his cock just a little too deep into your throat, making you gag. And that vibration around is all he needs: Eddie cums and he folds like a card, swearing and grabbing and thighs shaking.
He’s pulling out of your mouth almost gingerly, spittle and semen dripping down your lips, down your chin, all wet and flushed.
“You’re trying to kill me.” Eddie says faintly, looking dizzy. His curly baby hairs around his face are sticking to his sweaty skin.
“Only a little.” You reply with a smile, looking far too smug for someone kneeling between his legs.
