#eddie's flat ass au

[unfinishedslurs]

eddie's flat ass (steddie)

Dustin whips around as soon as they’re alone. “Steve!”

“I’m Eddie.”

“No, I mean you and Steve. You like him.”

“Of course I like him, Henderson,” Eddie says flatly, pressing a little harder on the gas in hopes of getting to Dustin’s house before he admits something he regrets. “We’re friends. Best buds. A couple of dudes being bros.”

“You’re full of shit,” Dustin says. “I’m not stupid. I saw that. I wish I hadn’t, but I saw it. You’re, like, stupidly into him. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters. His street can’t come soon enough. 

Dustin pushes through. “When are you gonna ask him out?”

“Uh, never?”

“What?!”

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “Nothings going to happen, Henderson. Yeah, I’ve got a stupid fucking crush on your babysitter, it doesn’t mean that Steve’s interested in me. He likes girls, Dustin, did you miss that part in the dossier? He thinks we’re a couple of straight guys horsing around, if he found out I was flirting with him I could be thrown into Hunt the Freak 2: the thrilling sequel.”

Dustin’s mouth snaps shut, and he laughs nervously. “Right,” he agrees. “He likes girls. But, uh, hypothetically, if he was into guys…”

They roll to a stop sign, and Eddie turns away from the road to tell the little shit off. But Dustin’s fidgeting, staring steadfast at the road and refusing to meet his eye. 

“You know something,” he realizes. 

“Uh…”

Eddie’s about to shake it out of him. “You’re hiding something, you little shit. What is it? Tell me.”

“I’m not,” he squeaks. 

“Bull-shit you aren’t. What is it? Is it about Steve?” Eddie pales. “Shit, does he know about me?”

“Well…”

“What the hell?!”

“I didn’t tell him!” Dustin yelps. “If you didn’t want him to know, maybe you shouldn’t have been so obvious!”

“Check your tone,” he snaps, hand shaking as he pulls on his hair. “Shit, shit, shit, okay, it’s fine, I just need to flee the country—“

“Why?”

Eddie is this close to throttling the kid. “What do you mean why?”

“Why is this such a big deal?”

“It could get me killed!” He shouts, banging a hand against the steering wheel. “He could—he could fucking tell somebody, and—“

“He wouldn’t do that!”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know that? You think someone’s a good guy until you’re interested in them, and then it’s all ‘You’re fucking disgusting,’ or ‘Freak,’ or ‘Don’t touch me, you fa—‘“

“Stop!” Dustin shouts, white knuckling the armrest. “Eddie, stop. He’s not going to tell anyone. It’s gonna be okay. It’s fine.”

“It’s not.”

“It’s fine,” Dustin stresses. “Steve doesn’t care if you’re gay. He definitely doesn’t mind you flirting with him.”

“You don’t know that,” Eddie says. 

“Yeah I do.”

“How?”

There’s that deer in headlights look again. Then Dustin takes a deep breath, and his expression turns guilty. 

“I know you’re not supposed to tell people this,” he says, “but you’re freaking out really bad and I’m, like, 99% sure Steve thinks you already know.”

“Steve thinks I know what?”

Dustin tells him. 

Two hours later, he’s still laying on the floor in the trailer, looking up at the ceiling. 

Bisexual. Steve Harrington, the man Eddie’s always hailed as the patron saint of heterosexuality, likes men. 

Might like Eddie. 

“Are you flirting with me?” Eddie blurts out, and immediately tries to bolt. 

He runs face first into a wall and ends up on the ground, wishing the demobats had just killed him. 

Steve appears in his line of vision, standing over his sprawled body. Eddie is treated to a wonderful view, eyes moving from his long, athletic legs to his crotch to his chest and broad shoulders, and finally reaches his face. His very amused face. 

Eddie’s entire body lights on fire. 

“What the hell was that?” Steve asks, laughing. 

“Uh…”

“Wile E Coyote over here. Seriously, man, that was some Loony Toons shit. I’m embarrassed for you.”

“Oh my God, shut up,” he groans. “Just let me die.”

“No way in hell. Sorry, Munson, I put too much work into saving your flat ass to throw it away like that.” Steve grins, holding a hand out for Eddie to take. He ignores it, rolling over so Steve can’t see how red his face is. 

“My ass isn’t flat,” he mumbles into the carpet. 

“Oh, it is,” Steve says cheerfully, nudging said ass with his foot, because he’s a bastard. Eddie doesn’t know why he likes him so much. Everything he does is catastrophically bad for his continued survival. “It’s cute though. I like it.”

“Henderson said, uh, that you were…umm…maybeflirtingwithme?” Eddie finishes in a rush. 

“What?”

Steve’s face is open, automatically tilting his right ear towards Eddie. Eddie doesn’t know if he’s aware that’s something he does. Robin says it’s because of all the concussions, his left ear just isn’t what it used to be. 

Eddie sags, unable to lie to his wide-eyed confusion. “Dustin said you're flirting with me.”

Steve stares at him. 

Eddie fidgets under his incredulous gaze, growing more anxious by the minute. Oh God, Dustin was wrong. Dustin was wrong about everything. Steve probably doesn’t even actually like boys, Jesus. The whole thing is obviously a bust. Eddie needs to cut and run, maybe make some bullshit excuse about his uncle needing him home even though Steve knows Wayne’s working right now—

“You needed Henderson to tell you that?”

#eddie's flat ass au #i tried to come up with a name for two whole minutes and that's what i landed on #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #steddie #sorry to all the thicc eddie truthers out there but that man is a board #idk what his actors ass looks like and idc. some things surpass the physical #stranger things fanfic #listen technically dustin is outing steve but in his defense steve fully thinks eddie knows he's bi #and if eddie wasn't told he was going to do something drastic

[monty-glasses-roxy]

With all that in mind, I'm dead set on Roxy and Cassie stealing a shopping trolley and falling riding down a hill in it. Meteors is about the stupid as well as the serious and the wholesome lmao

#meteors au #there's an actual relevant reason for them doing this #but it also just devolved into screaming as they hurtled down a hill at top speed lmao #did they get hurt when it toppled and crashed? #yes. #but only a little. #it was SO worth it lmao #the pair of them just laughing their asses off in the grass where they landed #didn't even realise they were hurt until they tried getting up #just some bumps and scraped knees... #eddie watching them casually running down the hall to the flat in a shopping trolley like WHAT #I need a tag for posts that are purely this kind of stuff... okay I got one.. #roxy is not a role model. #perfect!

[loveshotzz]

for your blurbs:

‘bent over a table while something bakes in the oven.’

with my favorite bartender. maybe it’s his birthday or somethin’ :)

Hi bf 🥰 I hope you enjoy your boyfriend being a birthday boy menace.

A/N: this blurb is with bartender!eddie from my whatta man au, but can be read as a stand alone. just know it’s your bartender boyfriends 32nd birthday.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ for smut,fem!reader, dirty talk, mild food play, spanking, cream pie for days

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to see the cake before the party babe?”

Eddie’s voice echoes down the hall from your bedroom, an annoyed sigh escaping from between your lips when you stop stirring the chocolate icing you’d just ask him to come try.

“That’s the bride before the wedding, and you weren’t supposed to be hereeee.” You call back in an irritated song when you remind him of his three a.m. decision to come and see you after his shift at The Foxy Lounge using the significance of today to get you to say yes. “But since you are, I want the birthday boy to tell me if this is sweet enough for him.”

You wipe your hands on your sleep shorts that you haven’t been able to change out of yet, turning around only to be crowded against the counter in a blur of black and ripped denim by mister thirty two himself. Your palms land flat against his chest as his full lips start peppering kisses all over your face and the giggles he gets only encourage him further. The hard formica pressing against your back becomes smooth against the bottom of your thighs when he lifts you up to sit on it instead. You squeal his name when he pushes himself between your legs with the kind of smile that gives you butterflies like the first night you met him.

“I really like it when you call me birthday boy.” Wiggling his eyebrows, you can still see the dimples that poke his cheeks under his scruff, while big ring-covered hands find a home on the curve of your ass pulling you closer to the edge. The silver chain attached to his wallet that dangles from his belt is cool against the skin of your calf from the A/C when you wrap your legs around him.

“I’m not surprised in the slightest,”You grin, unable to stop the way one of your hands fluff’s out his freshly washed curls. The softness from your deep conditioner is evident against your fingertips. “Now are you going to try this frosting or not before Steve takes you away.”

“I also really like when you’ve got a lil attitude like this,” Eddie teases, nudging the round end of his nose with yours as he leans to try and steal a kiss only for the plush softness of his full lips to hit your cheek instead and it actually makes him whine a little, “come on, it’s my birthday.”

“Try the frosting and maybe I’ll reconsider.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you catch the way he has to physically pull his eyes away from your now pushed up tits.

He sucks the skin of his teeth, looking at you with a narrowed stare before raising his eyebrows at you in a silent challenge. Nodding before shrugging a little too casually, he dips his index finger into the rich velvet, the boars head that dons it catching in the sunlight.

“Fine, I’ll try it. No problem baby, anything for you.” His tone is the only warning you get before the chocolate that matches his eyes is smeared sloppily across your lips.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of your open mouth when you gasp, doing what you asked of him while also still getting what he wants. His hand reaches up, cupping your cheek in his palm letting the pad of his thumb coax you open for him with a swipe of his tongue collecting the chocolate from your bottom lip before meeting yours in the middle with a low groan. It’s a battle for dominance before he sucks yours gently, getting your back to arch and fingers to bury themselves in his curls, melting into him just like the sugar.

He grins into the kiss when the heels of your feet start to dig into the curve of his butt, your irritation from before forgotten with a roll of your hips. He smacks his lips against yours once, twice, three times before he pulls away more than proud of himself when you look at him with a dazed smile and glazed over half hooded eyes.

“Mmm, I think I need another taste. What do you think?” His nose ring bumps against your heated cheek when he kisses you again, this one softer, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his finger makes its way back into the bowl of chocolate by your hip.

“I think it’s your birthday, you can do whatever you want.” The double meaning in your words doesn’t go unnoticed, black pupils taking over coffee ground eyes.

The sarcastic remark he has about your attitude just minutes ago is quickly forgotten when your hand wraps around his wrist bringing his frosting covered finger to your lips. He can feel the warmth between your thighs that lock him in place, cock twitching against the seam of his ripped jeans when you lick a long stripe up the side before bringing it entirely into the heat of your mouth. Hollowing out your cheeks as you suck, his eyes hit the back of his head with a muttered ‘fuck’ and a rock of his hips in search for the kind of friction only you can give.

You release him with a loud pop that bounces off the walls of your kitchen and you’ve never been more thankful for your roommate to be out of town. There’s a hunger in his stare that wasn’t there before when it meets yours and the fingers spread across your ass grab at the soft flesh pulling you closer. The evidence of your teasing makes you moan when it presses against your clit.

“Gonna let me bend you over then?” The gravel in his voice is unmistakable, leaning his forehead against yours as he looks at you from under thick lashes.

“Uh huh” you nod, letting your top lip connect with his bottom one in a dare, a deep exhale blowing through his nose when he smells the chocolate on your breath.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he grins, stepping back just enough for you to get off the counter, both of his hands finding your sides to help you down, “just like your icing.”

Your eyes don’t leave his as you make a show of letting your body slide down the length of him with a smile. Nipples hardening under your tank top as they rub down his chest. He curses under his breath, licking his lips when you turn around to press your ass firmly against the throb in his jeans. A teasing thrust from him has your palms find the counter top for support, while his hands wrap tight around your curves.

“Fuck, look at you.” He’s mesmerized by the dip of your back as you arche for him, the hem of your shorts stretching over the fat of your ass, riding up just below your cheeks. He wants it to be his birthday every day.

“Better hurry up before Steve starts callin’” You tease looking back over your shoulder with a wiggle of your hips.

“Hmmpf '' Eddie huffs with one more thrust, ringed fingers curling around the sides of your shorts, stepping back just enough to let them pool at your feet. “He can wait, this is more important.”

He grabs a handful of your ass, spreading you apart to reveal just how wet you already are and the sight of it makes him groan. He works on the button of his jeans, metal clinking when they fall to the floor.

Dripping for him, he slides the tip of his cock along the seam of your cunt with ease, catching against your clit making you keen. You push back for more and the heat of his palm connects to your cheek with a smack, the metal of his rings adding an extra sting that makes you gush.

“Don’t be rude baby, I’m the birthday boy.” He reminds you, watching how your ass jiggles the way he likes.

“Don’t get cocky - ohmygod” The air is taken out of your lungs when he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in without warning, the stretch when he bottoms out with his chest to your back makes your eyes pinch shut with a whine.

“I think you like it,” His words come out right next to your ear in a breath of peppermint and chocolate that make goosebumps rise along the back of your neck.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he stands up straight, fingers digging into the dough of your hips when he pulls almost all the way out before filling you back up to the hilt. Circling his hips, his tip bullies the spot that makes your toes curl and the flutter of your walls encourages him to start his unrelenting pace. The first three strokes make your jaw go slack, fingers curling around the edge of your countertop, the ends of your nails scratching against the wood underneath.

“Always feel so good baby, Jesus - sucking me in like she can’t get enough.” The lewd sounds of your slick and the slap of his hips against your ass fill the quiet of your apartment, a low whine pulling from your throat when he adjusts hitting a different angle.

“Eddie - fuuuck.” You can’t find it in yourself to care how pathetic you sound, not when two calloused fingers start playing messily with your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Yeah sweet girl? That feels nice?” Hunching over you, his strokes get deeper the tip of his nose nudging the shell of your ear.

“S’good” you manage to get out, pushing your hips back meeting his.

His hold on your waist becomes bruising as he keeps making circle eights with the pads of his finger to your puffy clit, while the pattern of his thrusts start to get sloppy when he feels the way you tighten around him like you're close. The slow burn that started deep in your gut starts to become all consuming like this, one of your hands releasing its grip from the counter to cover on top of his between your legs. A low chuckle vibrating in your ear when he picks up the pace.

“Yeah, it’s like that?” You can hear the grin in his voice, and your smart mouth from before is gone. All you can do is nod, your arousal coating both of your fingers and leaving them to slide messy in a way that has your chest tighten, and your mouth fall open.

“Give me my present then baby, come on, give it to me then. Wanna feel you on me all day.” He grunts nipping at your earlobe, and it’s enough to get him exactly what he wants.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” Your eyes squeeze shut when you scream his name, your orgasm washing over you in a burst of heat as he thrusts into you hard enough to push you on to the tips of your toes with every one.

“Shit - that’s it, that’s fuckin’ itttt.” The feeling of your walls constricting around him so much that they try to push him out only makes him bury himself deeper as he paints your insides white. Muscles tensing with his release before they go limp when he melts back into you, huffing out a laugh that fans against your neck.

“The icing is great sweetheart, I can’t wait for the cake.”

#my writing #requests #whatta man #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x fem!reader #bartender!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 5

part 1 | part 4

“…Henderson? Oh, holy shit, Henderson!!”

Eddie sounds like a kid on Christmas morning as he comes bounding across the street, movements like a great dane tripping over gangly limbs. He barrels into Dustin and tackles him in a great big hug, swings him off the ground in a circle and puts him back down so they can do some elaborate handshake with slaps and switchbacks and an ending tap-tap of their ankle bones.

What the fuck?

Steve watches this whole thing go down with his hands on his hips and his face doing something horribly sour because seriously what the actual fuck? Stupid handshakes with Henderson are his thing.

“What are you doing here, man?” Munson asks Dustin with a jovial pat on the back. Dustin’s squeezing him around the middle, tucked into his side like a little kid hugging a giant teddy bear, face just lit the fuck up with excitement over this. Steve feels his nostrils flare in a brief flash of petty rage.

“Steve!” he shouts happily. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re neighbors with Eddie?”

Eddie’s face falls when he looks up and sees Steve. Feeling’s mutual, dickwad.

“You’re here to see Harrington?” He asks in a voice like flat soda, all the earlier enthusiasm sucked out into the void. He takes a tiny step away from Dustin — just the smallest bit of distance, a subtle lightening of his touch against his shoulder — but Steve doesn’t miss the flicker of hurt that passes between Dustin’s brows. As if he needed another reason to hate this guy.

“Uh, yeah?” Dustin asks, confusion coloring his tone. “He’s my brother.”

“He’s your what?”

Steve’s chest swells with pride. “He said I’m his brother.”

“Not my blood brother,” Dustin clarifies, and Eddie makes a little noise. “But yeah. He’s fucking awesome. And you’re fucking awesome—”

“Language?” Steve tries for Claudia’s sake, but Dustin’s on a roll now, getting louder and more exuberant as he starts talking with his hands.

“—And oh, holy shit, this is the best! Wait ‘til I tell Mike and Lucas about this. With you guys living so close, we can hang out all the time! And we won’t even have to make two bike rides!”

Dustin leans in to squeeze Eddie in another hug, so stoked he’s bouncing on his toes a little (so stoked he doesn’t even bother to ask Eddie if it’s cool if the whole party shows up at his door, but that’s Dusty for you). His face is turned into the front of Eddie’s shirt, and over the top of his baseball cap Eddie gives Steve this look that Steve’s pretty sure he returns. Serious. Somber. Resigned. A fucking gallows stare, because…

Because fuck. Fucking- goddammit.

They’re gonna have to pretend to tolerate each other now. For Dustin.

Steve’s left eye starts to twitch.

—

“Are you selling him drugs?”

“Excuse the fuck outta you??”

Okay. Yeah. Bad start. Backtrack. Steve knows this is not the right way to approach a conversation, especially not when it’s Saturday night and you just interrupted your neighbor’s house party to be an accusatory dick to him. The Munson trailer door is wide open behind Eddie, and Steve can see a couple guys he vaguely recognizes from school sitting in the living room — a chubby white dude, a nerdy black guy, and a baby-faced kid with a scowl to rival Mike’s. They’re eating pizza and smoking cigarettes and sipping some cheap-ass brand of beer, and Steve is clearly interrupting.

“Sorry,” he tries again.

“Wow,” Eddie smirks. “Didn’t know you knew that word.”

“Shut up, man- just— ugh.” He takes a deep breath, wills himself to stop rolling his eyes at the guy he needs to ask a favor. “I’m sorry, okay? Can I just talk to you for a second?”

Eddie considers him for a moment; chin tilted up, lips pursed; and then he steps onto the porch and shuts the door behind him. “I’m listening,” he murmurs around a fresh cigarette, hand cupped around the end to light it.

He holds the pack out to Steve. “You want one?”

“Do I- what?”

Eddie shakes the box for emphasis. “Do you want one?”

“No, I heard you, I just…” The weird ceasefire between them is tripping him the hell up. He doesn’t think it’ll go too well if he says that out loud, though. “…Yeah. Fuck it. Thanks.”

“Sure.”

They smoke in silence for a moment, shoulder to shoulder, looking out into the dark of the woods that kind of freak Steve out if he lets himself look too long. Something about the branches like long, spindly fingers in the dark; like jittering spider legs; like a Mindflayer made of—

“You wanted to ask me something?”

Steve rubs his brow with his thumb, lets the panic out on a slow breath. “Yeah, I just… Look, I’m not trying to— I mean, I shouldn’t accuse you of anything, man. I just spent the afternoon getting myself all worked up thinking about it after he left, and- and Claudia needs me to look out for the kid, so—”

“Who the hell is Claudia?”

Steve tilts his head at him. “Dustin’s mom?”

“Oh.”

“I thought you two were close.”

Eddie shakes his head, curls bouncing around his shoulders, “Nah, man, not yet really. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the little guy’s cool and all — smart as shit, too—”

“Isn’t he?”

“Fucking genius. He’s gonna cure cancer or some shit, I swear.”

Steve catches himself smiling; hides it behind another quick puff of smoke.

“Anyway,” Eddie says, “I don’t really, like, know the dude. We just met because I run Hellfire.”

Oh. “The DnD club?” No wonder Dusty’s obsessed.

Eddie shoots him a look, a quick blink of pleasant surprise. “Yeah, exactly.”

“Cool. He loves that game.” Steve pulls in more smoke, takes his time on the exhale; lets the nicotine buzz swim in his veins. He forgot how nice it feels. “So yeah, Claudia— his mom—asked me to look out for him, y’know? And I just, I know you used to supply the weed for my house parties and shit— and it was good quality shit and all but I don’t—”

“Hold on,” Eddie says, snorting a little in disbelief. “You think I’m gonna sell weed to Dustin?”

Huh. “You wouldn’t?”

“Hell no! One, he’s way too young; that shit’s, like, bad for young minds or something, allegedly.”

Steve frowns to himself, thinking back to him and Tommy smoking weed in Tommy’s basement in middle school; the brain damage they probably gave themselves doing it. Whoops.

“Secondly, can he even smoke? I thought he was sick or something.”

“What? Why would you think he’s sick?” Oh, shit, is he sick? Does Steve not know about it because he missed all those family dinners?

“Dude, take a breath.” Eddie waves a dismissive hand, wafting smoke in pretty tendrils under the trailer’s flood light. “I just meant, like, chronically. ‘Cause of his bones and shit?”

“Oh,” Steve breathes, relieved. “Oh, yeah, no, he’s fine, he’s just like missing collarbones and stuff; he can bend like Gumby.”

Eddie laughs at that, dimple popping out, and Steve can’t help but laugh a little, too, remembering the last time he told someone that. “Don’t tell him I said that, though, he’ll get pissed.”

“Scout’s honor,” Eddie salutes.

“You a boy scout, Munson?”

“Nah, Harrington. Just figured you were.” His eyes are bright and playful, sort of magnetic as he drops the last of his cigarette and stubs it out with the toe of his boot. “Anyway, I gotta get back to the boys. You wanna stick around for a beer, or are you satisfied with my answer, Nanny Steve?”

“Okay, do not fuckin’ call me that,” Steve laughs, sharp and short. Tries to season the words with a glare, but Eddie’s face is too impish and pleased to hold on to any real anger. “And I appreciate the offer, but I think your friends would try to kill me.”

“Mm, yeah,” Eddie agrees, wiggling his fingers as he waves a hand to gesture at the whole of Steve. “Gareth is not exactly a fan of your kind.”

Aaand he’s pissed again. Jesus Christ. “My kind?”

“Yeah. Jocks? Rich assholes?” His lips tip up in a crooked smirk, “Or, well—”

“Don’t.”

Steve’s just done with his stupid jokes suddenly, and Eddie must hear how much he means it because he raises his palms in surrender and steps back. Always stepping back and away, this guy. Fucking coward.

Steve doesn’t know why he reacts like this, but the shame is turning to fiery fury in his gut, curdling his blood like sour milk, pricking hot at his lash line. Damn it; he’s not about to let Eddie Munson of all people see him cry.

He scoffs at himself, shoves his hands into his pockets. “Whatever, man,” he sniffs as he turns his back on him, “Enjoy your party. Screw you.”

—

The most pathetic part, Steve thinks to himself as he writhes and twists in his tangled, sweaty sheets; 2am and he’s up again after a nightmare because of fucking course he is; is that somewhere between the insomnia and guilt over the way their conversation imploded earlier, his staring-blindly-at-the-ceiling-until-his-eyeballs-start-to-burn morphs into, like, daydreaming about how it could have gone.

He keeps repeating the scene in his mind, rewinding the tape to let it play out in richer detail.

It goes like this:

1. Eddie comes over.

2. Eddie comes over and apologizes.

3. Eddie comes over in the middle of the night to apologize because he’s so, so sorry that he just can’t wait until morning, even though it wasn’t really his fault; no, Steve’s the sorry one; no, Eddie is; no, they’ll both agree to do better, for the kids.

4. It’s two in the morning, after the cars are all gone and the party’s died down, and Eddie comes quietly across the yard; taps gently on Steve’s window so he doesn’t wake his mom.

Steve leans out and snaps, “What?” because he’s still a little pissed, and Eddie makes big, contrite eyes and plays with his own hands; fingers dancing in nervous circles; spinning rings.

“Listen, I, uh—” Eddie begins, “I might have… Shit, man, I might’ve been a bit of a massive dick earlier, and seeing as we have to play nice on account of the kiddos, I— do you- I mean— come have another smoke with me? Please.”

Please.

Please.

Please.

It’s a pleasant dream. Steve rewinds again, lets it play out in his head for a few more loops. Falls asleep just as he’s getting the dialogue right.

When he wakes up, Munson’s van is gone.

They don’t talk again for weeks.

—

part 6

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[sweetsweetjellybean]

Return to the Need To Know AU for another night with your two favorite guys. This is a stand-alone, but you can read the first one here.

TW: No Minors. Threesome. Fem!Reader. Oral. PIV. Anal play. Spanking. Fingering. Toys. Orgasm denial. Possessive Steve. Softish Eddie. Let's face it, they're obsessed with you.

"I never said to stop. Keep sucking, honey," Steve‘s voice is a mix of velvet and command. His rough fingertips slide a path up your spine from behind you. Exerting a firm, deliberate pressure as he clasps the back of your neck, his grip guiding you downward onto Eddie’s cock, your back curving into a deeper arch. 

"Jesus," Eddie groans, his head tilting back against the headboard, eyes sealed shut—his dark curls framing his face in a messy halo, the smooth planes of his chest flexing as he clutches at the sheets. Your fingernails push half moons into the firm muscles of his thighs as you gag, caught between discomfort and the urge to keep him moaning. “You’re doin’ so good, doll.”

Steve taps your clit with the middle finger of his other hand before sweeping it over your pussy, spreading the wetness upward to your ass and back down again. You whimper around Eddie, the flat of your tongue gliding over the vein running on the underside of his shaft as you take him deeper into your throat, your nose brushing the wiry hairs at his base. In a silent plea, you nudge your knees further apart while keeping your head bobbing in a slow, deliberate rhythm just the way Eddie likes.

 A low chuckle rumbles from Steve’s throat, but he gives you what you want, thick fingers sliding into both your entrances, automatically targeting those hidden spots inside that send your vision into a blurry haze at the edges. He pumps back and forth a few times before leaving you empty. A void that’s punctuated with a sharp slap that sends ripples through the fat of your ass. 

It feels like it’s been going on forever—this teasing. On your knees, ass up and spread wide on Steve’s bed, head bowed low, sucking Eddie's cock. Your hard nipples scrape against the linen duvet, sending tiny shocks coursing through as Eddie lets you take him right to the edge before he redirects you, fighting back his release, prolonging your torture in some unspoken agreement with Steve. 

Lit candles drip wax onto polished wood, the scent of smoke and cedar mixes with your arousal. Steve’s kept you on edge for so long, walking around the dimly lit room, the bulge in his boxer briefs evident, the lean muscle of his chest rising and falling as he instructs you how to take Eddie with your mouth. Watching you from every angle using the mirror that’s propped in the corner when he fingers you from behind only to then leave you empty and aching. Knowing it’s not the stretch of his fingers that you really crave. The inside of your thighs are slick and sticky, and you can’t recall ever being this wet. 

“So, so pretty,” Steve murmurs, hand gliding like a phantom over your calf and thigh, deliberately avoiding where you want his touch the most. “Make a mess, honey. Eddie needs your attention everywhere.”

The threat of tears prickles at your eyes as you allow saliva to trickle past your lips, cascading down Eddie’s heavy sack before massaging it in with gentle fingers. “Please,” the word escapes you in a hushed whisper as you pull your mouth from Eddie, your eyes lifting to meet his, brimming with a silent plea. His breath catches in his throat as he swallows hard. He’s too easy. You hide your smirk, your eyes change to smoldering as you stick your tongue out, letting it dance back and forth over his slit, swirling it around his crown like it’s your favorite treat. 

With a sudden, firm impact, Steve's hand comes down on your backside. “Don't be sneaky,” he warns, knowing it doesn't take much to turn Eddie soft for you. 

“I don't know, Steve,” Eddie says, capturing your chin between his fingers and tipping your head until your gaze is locked with his. 

Behind you, Steve takes that moment to fill you with his thick fingers. Your mouth opens with a gasp, a stark sound in the quiet room. The only other noise is the wet, explicit sound of his probing movements as he works both openings. 

The black of Eddie’s eyes begins to crowd out the amber as he watches your desire build. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you suck obediently. “She's been such a good little slut for us, maybe we should give her a little of what she wants.”

“I don't think she knows what she wants,” Steve growls out an answer, the pace of his fingers already bringing you close to the edge. Your moans muffled around Eddie’s thumb, grow more urgent as you drive your hips back, trying to draw Steve even deeper inside.

“That's okay,” Eddie holds your eyes, his voice a comforting placation, as he presses down on your tongue. “We know. Don't we, Steve?”

“You're right, Eddie,” Steve agrees, the cockiness returning to his voice, feeling your body begin to tighten as you start the climb to your peak. “We know exactly what she needs.” His fingers disappear, leaving you desperately clenching at emptiness, your orgasm once again fading out of reach.

“Don’t worry, doll,” Eddie soothes, withdrawing his thumb, letting it trail down your neck and chest until he’s circling your nipple. “You know I always take care of you,” he assures, leaning down to take your mouth with a tender kiss and a caress of your cheek while Steve moves around the room behind you. Eddie shifts on the bed, moving to sit on his knees, keeping your face positioned just above his cock, still glistening with the evidence of your attention. 

Something lands beside your legs with a soft thud. You turn your head toward the mirror just in time to see Steve’s boxer sliding down his hairy thighs. The sight of his impressive length standing hard and ready against his stomach sends a new wave of arousal, drenching your core with want. His fingers run through his gold-streaked hair before taking himself in hand, stroking from base to tip, squeezing his leaking head as his gaze stays trained on the way you’re spread open for him. His knee hits the mattress behind you, making the bed dip from his weight. 

“Eyes on me, doll,” Eddie says, drawing your attention back to him. “Let's put that mouth back to work.” His hand on the back of your head steers you to his waiting length. But instead of letting you set the pace, he takes control. Thrusting upward, using your mouth as he pleases.

From behind, something cool and slick drips down your ass as lube is liberally applied. Steve works some of it inside you, preparing you with a skilled touch, but instead of his cock his fingers give way to something larger, smoother, and unexpectedly warm. The silicone plug slides in with minimal resistance, the familiar weight settling within. You breathe deep at the sudden, intense fullness.

“Sometimes, I get the feeling you think you're in control,” Steve murmurs, his hands kneading the soft curves of your ass, giving you a moment to adjust. “But this,” he purrs, his finger trailing a path through your slick folds, pausing to apply gentle pressure to the plug, “this belongs to me. And I decide how to use it.”

Eddie’s hands frame your face, tipping your head back to look into your eyes, the corner of his mouth rising in a cocky smirk. Steve presses the plug again, but this time, it erupts with a deep rumble that ignites from inside you, sending a torrent of intensity spreading through your body. Your eyes widen, each breath now a sharp, gasping intake under the overwhelming rush.

“That’s it, doll, just let it take over,” Eddie whispers, his hands steadying your trembling form, your eyelids fluttering in bliss. “This is going to get you nice and ready for Steve’s dick. That’s what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Shit,” you moan, clenching on nothing, your back arching higher, seeking out his promise. 

One of Steve’s hands grips your hip as he teases you with his cock, gliding it through your drenched center. “I was right, wasn’t I?” His tone is laced with smug satisfaction. “I knew you needed all your pretty holes filled.” 

“Yes,” your response is a breathy moan, hips bucking against.

He nudges at your entrance, the delicious pressure building. “You want my cock, honey? While Eddie fucks that smart mouth of yours?”

“Please, Steve, yes,” you cry, your head lowering and lips parting, eager to feel the weight of Eddie’s cock on your tongue.

“Anything you want, sweetheart, especially when you ask so nicely.” Steve begins his slow, deliberate entry at the same moment Eddie presses past your lips. Your world narrows to the sensation of being utterly filled, your mind clouding with pleasure. 

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Steve moans sliding in until he bottoms out, lighting you up as he glides against your snug walls.  

Eddie’s hips find their rhythm, the head of his cock rolling smoothly across your tongue, just shy of hitting the back of your throat. While Steve sets a pace of hard, deliberate thrusts into your cunt. His fingers digging into the flesh of your hips highlights his restraint as he moves with controlled intensity, resisting the urge to pound into you. Each rhythmic thrust hits that perfect spot, amplified by the plug's vibrations from the other side.

You surrender to them as your senses take over. The taste of Eddie in your mouth melds with the sounds of their groans and the steady slap of Steve's hips against you. It's overwhelming. All you can do is feel as they take their pleasure from your body, returning it in spades. The world beyond dims, your body transforming into a live wire, every nerve alight. You're rising from a place higher than you've ever known.

Your fingers grip Eddie’s thighs with urgency, desperate for leverage as the force of Steve’s thrusts drives you to take Eddie even deeper into your mouth. Eddie pauses with a firm hold on your head, granting you the chance to lavish him with your tongue."Your mouth is heaven, doll," Eddie murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Making it hard not to cum down your pretty throat.”

A low, appreciative hum escapes your lips as you hollow out your cheeks, the vibrations sending shivers through Eddie's body as he inches closer to his climax.

"You want that, don't you?" Eddie pants, his need palpable. Your efforts redouble, your hand joining the rhythm to pump his throbbing shaft. The thought of his warmth spilling in your mouth causes your inner muscles to clench tightly around Steve, earning you a low moan and a stinging slap on the dough of your ass.

“She wants it,” Steve answers for you. His thumb comes to rest against the plug, adding pressure in time with the drive of his hips, making your vision fuzzy and a quiver to your legs. The moans are escaping you unrestrained now. “But she’s going to come first. Want to feel her squeezing my cock.” 

With that, Steve's movements increase, becoming faster, his hips meeting your ass with every rough drive, punishing the spot that has stars filling your vision. You're propelled toward the brink, the waves of release surging higher, intense and overwhelming. The last bit of command you have over your body snaps like a fragile thread. The wave crashes, euphoria flooding your blood, pulling you under. 

Awareness leaves you as the plug is removed and you’re laid gently onto your side, your body still rocking with tremors. 

Light kisses are rained over your ribs and breasts, accompanied by soothing hands drawing comforting patterns on your skin. Plush lips cover yours, tender and patient. As you open up for them, a tongue brushes against yours. When your eyes blink open, you’re surprised to see Steve’s heavy-lidded gaze as he kisses you softly and with affection that usually remains hidden. The back of his knuckles brush your cheek as you return his stare, a tear spilling over your lash line. 

Eddie’s finger trace down up and down your thigh, ghosting over your pussy, causing another shock to jolt your body. 

“That was..” the words stick in your throat as you press another quick kiss to Steve’s lips.

“I told you I’d take care of you, doll,” Eddie’s voice is still heavy as he kisses a line from your belly button, moving lower. “Now it’s time to take care of us.” 

“What?”

A darkness falls over Steve’s eyes as he presses his hard length against your hip, and it dawns that neither boy has cum. “Don’t worry, honey, this is only the beginning.”

AN: Thanks for reading. This one got away from me. I was in a mood. I blame...actually, I'll keep that to myself. I hope you enjoyed the filth.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #stranger things fanfic #steddie x reader #Need to Know #Hey Trouble

[diorsluv]

feather , part 10

“ i’m saying ‘no, no, no, no more’ ”

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( socialmedia!au )

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yourusername went through my old photos and i guess this is sort of a photo dump.. if u ask me to explain the pics i might…….

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next chapter notes ) i’m actually grinding these chapters out it’s insane this one was really fun to make, esp the second post 😈😈 and also no booker this time so i hope yall like it a bit more lmaooo

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jamie drysdale #trevor zegras #jack hughes #cole caufield #alex turcotte #mark estapa #ethan edwards #dylan duke #mackie samoskevich #rutger mcgroarty #adam fantilli #luca fantilli

[italiansteebie]

Love on Screen

Welcome to my Streamer au :-) Episode One, also on ao3 (Preferred format)

Steve sighed as he opened his laptop, clicking on the ‘Youtube’ icon and pulling up his channel. He likes his job, really he does. But so many people do the same thing that he’s honestly running out of ideas. Luckily, his subscribers seem to enjoy the weird ass shit he’s been putting out lately. In the last one, he’d made a bed out of cheese for his cat, the only issue was, was that she wanted to eat it, and if you don’t know, cat’s are lactose intolerant, so what started as a stupid video turned into him vlogging how to clean cat diarrhea of a carpet.

His subscribers thought it was hilarious, paying no mind to his discomfort, moreso worrying about piggy, his cat, and how her tummy was doing. She’s fine. Just a little dramatic. So with a lack of ideas, he goes lives. “Hey. How’s it going, chat? Look, I really need some new ideas because honestly, I’m bombing here.” And like always the chat blew up with responses, ‘call robin!’ and Steve snorted, “call Robin? Fine?” He picked up his phone, tapping Robin’s contact and waiting for it to ring.

“What?”

“That’s real nice, Rob. What a way to answer your best friend.”

“You aren’t my best friend, Nancy is.”

Steve scoffs, “Whatever, say hi to chat!”

“Seriously? This is the content y’all like? God, give him good ones, like getting a life.”

“I have a life, okay? Just because I don’t-”

“Your life consists of bugging me and Nancy, now get off live and think of some real idea’s, Steve!” Her tone was accusatory and Steve didn’t have a chance to answer before she hung up on him. He sighed, looking into the webcam, “Well. You heard her. I’ll talk to you guys later. Bye chat!” He ended the live and shut his laptop with a huff. He pondered for a moment, before deciding to scroll, what better way to come up with ideas than to scan and see what’s trending, right? 

He knows it’s a lazy tactic but, hey. He’s been doing this for years, there’s only so many ideas a brain could hatch. Maybe he could play a new game? Nah, he’s played all the good ones. Maybe he could play a really bad one just for giggles, maybe that’d be fun? It’s not fair! Robin and Nancy use their lives as content! Steve’s life was boring! Maybe it was worth a try, and so, a dumb little morning vlog was in the works.  

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And okay, so it turns out maybe his subscribers are somewhat interested in his life. How was he supposed to know? He wakes up, answers emails, makes breakfast, works out, and that’s it! It wasn’t anything special. He felt… Boring. 

And yeah, the video did well but he still felt like he fell flat. He was supposed to be funny! So in his fit of doubt, he decides to scroll a little bit. (A bit of mindless scrolling didn't hurt anyone, right?) Wrong, Steve. It hurt a lot of people. But either way, in his attempt to bury his feelings he came across a video titled “Freak Rage Quits and Then Cries,” and Steve was a little apprehensive. He doesn’t really do the bullying, mean girl content, well, at least not like he used to. (He was a different person then). But he clicked on it anyways, and holy shit. He was funny. And really hot. 

And soon enough, Steve fell down a rabbit hole. He couldn’t get enough of this guy, he was cute, and charming, and somehow chaotic in a way that made Steve weak in the knees. (And look, the liking guys thing was relatively new, but the whole ‘attracted to chaos thing’ came out of left field). Well, if he’s being honest, it really didn’t. When he thought he had a crush on Robin it was her chaotic energy that really got to him, which was surprising seeing as his ex before her was very much the opposite. But as it turns out, chaos is like this guys whole brand. Eddie. That’s his name by the way, goes by corrodededdie on twitch, which honestly, fit him perfectly, 

Steve didn’t get the guys subscribing count at first, over 1.5 million (which is almost as many as Steve), but he gets it now. He doesn’t understand how someone could make him fall in love, over video. It was a bit ridiculous, really. Luckily for him, corrodededdie struck the inspiration bucket and Steve fell asleep with some new concepts floating around in his head. And yeah, maybe they were a bit more chaotic than what he usually did but… Oh well. Blame it on his new muse.

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Eddie grinned as he waved goodbye to the stream, he’d just finished a 12 hour long long haul that he did on a dare because some troll in the chat said he wouldn’t be able to do it. And well, Eddie runs off spite, so of course he made sure to do it, and do it right. 

So here he was, 12 hours later, absolutely exhausted. He’d started the stream at a nice time of 6pm. That meant he’d have to stay streaming and making actual content, not just farting around on his phone, for 12 hours. It seemed easy enough. 

It wasn’t.

Right around the eight hour mark he started to get pretty restless. He’d already played all the games he had within his reach like, twice, and he was honestly really sick of talking about himself, so he made the courageous decision to ask the chat for suggestions on what he should do. (That was especially dangerous since at the time he was doing it, which was 2 am, was the time his especially creepy subscribers like to join and torment him by suggesting really gross stuff. And not like eating dog food gross). But luckily someone in the chat, named ‘dustybun04’ came through for him, suggesting a channel by the title of ‘Steve goes to Hell’ and well. Needless to say, it wasn’t what Eddie was expecting with a name like that. 

It was mainly this guy doing different hair techniques and making weird shit for his cat. He has to be honest, ‘dustybun04’ really disappointed him. He was under the complete impression that this guy was going to be some metal badass that played COD and killed zombies. But… It wasn’t. “Oh come on, dustybun. This guy?” And the chat lit up.

Dustybun04: watch the one where he makes a chees bed for his cat it made me laugh so hard i threw up.

And that caught Eddie’s attention. So there he was, at 2 am, pseudo stalking this guys channel looking for a very specific video. And he makes sure he’s mic'd up so that the stream could catch his candid reaction. “Mr. Piggyyyy, look at what mommy made you,” and Eddie had to pause the video. The guy called himself ‘Mommy’? Oh god, who was this guy? He snorts, looking at the camera like he’s on ‘The Office’ before turning the video back on. And as much as he hates to admit it, he was crying with laughter by the end of the video. 

And so the 12 hour long stream turned into him doing a deepdive review on ‘Steve goes to Hell.’ And he wasn’t disappointed. He could tell that his viewers were ready to move on to something else, but Eddie couldn’t help it. He was just… Enamored with the guy. Eventually though, around the 11 hour mark, Steve ran out of content for Eddie to watch. So he reluctantly decided to bother his best, dear, friend, Nancy. She ran a channel with her girlfriend and they were so disgustingly cute that it almost made Eddie want to barf. He picked up his phone and dialed Nancy, waiting with a mischievous smile on his face. “Eddie? It’s… 5 am, why are you calling me?”

“Say hi to chat!” He cheered, far too loud and excited for the early hour.

“Ugh, Eddie. You’re the worst.”

“You love me, Wheeler.”

“Wha’s goin’ on?” Oh shit. Did he wake up Robin? “It’s just Eddie baby, go back to sleep. You woke up Robin you fucking asshole. I’m going to kill you the next time I see you.” Yep. 

She hung up on him with a huff, “Isn’t she a charmer, folks? Okay…. Let’s see.” Eddie muttered to himself, scrolling mindlessly, looking for something to get him through the last 30 minutes. “Okay… Thirty minute stretch guys. What should we do?” And then it happened. ‘Steve goes to Hell has uploaded a new video.’ “Awh, shit guys. Steve goes to Hell has another video,” He dragged out the ‘o’ far too excited for a channel he just found of a guy he knows virtually nothing about. “Wake up with me? Ew. God, he’s so cheesy. Let’s watch” And it turns out it was actually pretty cute. 

And yup. There it is. Eddie has a new crush on a guy. A guy who happens to look super hot when he wakes up and by definition out of Eddie’s league. He sits and watches silently, enraptured with the way this guy lives his life, waking up so god damned early. As the video comes to an end, so does the 12 hour stream. “Well, shit guys. We did it. Actually, I did it. You guys did nothing. Anyways. It’s been fun. wheeliemike, suck my dick, and fuck you for saying I couldn’t do this. Alright. Thanks for chilling with me!” 

And that brings us up to speed. Eddie slumped back into his gaming chair, breathing out deeply. “Shit. I am never doing that again.” He slid out of his chair and trudged over to his bed, flopping down onto it and groaning loudly. He was just about to succumb to the sweet release of sleep when his phone chimed. ‘Steve goes to hell just subscribed to your channel.’ And oh fuck. Oh fuck, was he watching? Shit. Well. His heart was beating too fast to go to sleep now, may as well instagram stalk the guy. Like all normal people do when they develop a new crush.

#seriously nervous about posting this #ngl #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #best friend robin #robin buckley #minor ronance #streamer eddie munson #youtuber steve harrington #steddie fic #social media au #steddie streamers #steddie streamer au #streamer au #steddie fanfic #best friend robin buckley #background ronance #stranger things #no monsters

[songforeddiemunson]

Wake Up Call

Eddie Munson x Reader (college years AU)

Summary: Eddie and you are going to your dream destination, but Eddie does NOT like to wake up early.

Drabble warnings: A quick, sweet little smutty thing (oral sex, m receiving)

Word Count: 775

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“Good morning sleepyhead,” you cooed to the mound of curls that was half-buried under the blankets.

“No,” the curls groaned.

“I have coffeeeee…” you teased.

The curls huffed and rolled over, revealing a very sleepy and quite grumpy Eddie. “What time is it?” He blinked against the sunlight that streamed through the windows and filled the room. 

“6:15 am,” you replied.

“Noooo,” Eddie moaned and flopped back over onto his stomach, pulling the blanket over his head.

You set the cup of coffee you were holding down on his side-table and climbed onto the bed. “Babe c’mon, we’re going to miss our flight.” You snaked your hand under the covers, found Eddie's bare leg, and trailed your fingernails up it, stopping just below his ass. “If you make us late after all this planning, I…” you moved your hand farther north, sliding your nails under his boxers and along the smooth skin of his backside. “….will,” you continued, and you thought you heard a faint giggle from under the covers, “….kill you,” you finished, and you dug your nails in enough to make him jerk and sit up. 

“That tickles, you evil woman!” he exclaimed.

“Got you up though,” you said with a smirk, and went to get the coffee before handing it to him. “Besides, I let you sleep an extra fifteen minutes. I’m an angel.”

“An angel of– evil,” he muttered, too sleepy to come up with anything more witty. He took the coffee and inhaled the aroma before taking a sip. “Mmm, that’s good. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, and sat beside him on the bed. “You have ten minutes to wake up and drink your coffee before you need to get dressed,” you said, an exaggerated smile on your face.

“Jesus, you’re a frigging drill sergeant,” he said, chuckling.

“Mister, I do not fuck around with air travel, especially when it’s my dream trip.”

“Well,” Eddie replied, “what if I forego the coffee bit, and we do something else instead?”

“I'm open to suggestions,” you said. “As long as it’s only ten minutes.”

Eddie set the coffee down on his bedside table and grabbed you, pulling you on top of him. You squealed in surprise, and he clasped the back of your neck with one hand and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Mmm,” you hummed, pulling away. “So this is how you want to spend your precious downtime?”

“Pretty much always, yeah.”

“Boys,” you said and rolled your eyes in mock exasperation. You pushed him back flat against the mattress, and climbed on to straddle him. You leaned down to kiss him, and he reciprocated gladly. You started to slip your tongue into his mouth before he stopped you. “No tongues,” he said. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“Fair enough,” you said. “I’ll do something else.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie inquired, and then you moved your hand south, slipping it into his boxers and taking hold of his cock. “Oh,” Eddie breathed. “This'll do.”

You stroked him a bit to get him started, enjoying the feeling of him stiffening against your palm. Eddie closed his eyes and sighed in bliss. Shortly afterward, you climbed off of him and sat next to him. You took hold of his boxers and peeled them down in the front, exposing him.

You leaned down and trailed your tongue up his shaft, pausing to circle your tongue around the head of his dick. “Mmm,” Eddie moaned as you closed your lips around him and slid your mouth down half of his length, sucking as you pulled back up. You continued this cycle at a steady pace for a while, and then you took him into your mouth deeper. “Ahh,” Eddie gasped as his cock nearly hit the back of your throat, and you continued to suck him as you pumped him near the base. You sped up your pace even more, and he clutched the blankets on either side of him in his fists. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, “I’m think I’m gonna….yep, I’m gonna come. Fuck.”

“Mmm,” you hummed in assent, and he moaned and bucked his hips gently as he finished in your mouth. You sat up, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“Now will you get up?” you said, smirking.

“Yeah sure,” Eddie sighed, “But I still have four minutes."

You laughed, picked up a pillow, and hit him upside the head with it.

Eddie's peal of laughter was music to your ears. “Okay, okay, I’ll get up.”

“Good,” you said, and slid off the bed. “We have a plane to catch.”

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fix it fic #eddie munson #my writing

[paper-starz]

How or what made each of the neighbors sentient and what are the restoration group doing in your au

Frank was the first one to notice that something was off… especially the way Wally talks to no one in particular (“How many apples can you count, neighbor?”), or the way some mysterious letters always appear in Eddie’s bag (despite the fact that Eddie never put them there in the first place), or that terrible feeling you get when you know that you’re being watched… The first bit of evidence basically confirmed his suspicions. An old newspaper from 1969 that they found tucked away in an old book. “Welcome Home is the #1 Children’s show in America!”. A picture of them and their friends at the headlines. They… were in a show??? How?? When?? Why?????

So, Frank told Eddie. At first, Eddie was a bit confused but once Frank showed him the evidence then things started to fall into place! And Frank should’ve known that Eddie was a terrible secret keeper, Eddie told everyone else about the news!

Some had their suspicions confirmed (Poppy and Barnaby), others were surprised (Julie and Sally), but Howdy flat out denied it! But look at it from his perspective: He thought that he worked his ass off trying to get his shop up and running, he thought all of his efforts, all his troubles, all of his sacrifices were not going to be in vain… So just imagine hearing that none of that was real, none of your memories were real. No matter what, you were going to become the shopkeeper because of a higher force unknown to you. So Howdy stayed ignorant… at least for a little while longer. Maybe a drink will help him forget…

The rest tried to solve whatever was going on (Frank and Eddie) or at least have some level of normalcy. Frank and Eddie run around the neighborhood looking for clues and the others go about their normal lives. But, they ALL swore NOT to tell Wally what was going on yet, as for some odd reason… Home keeps on looking more and more monstrous as each day goes by. But ah, we all know Wally will find out sooner rather than later.

And yep, he did find out. But by who tho? Well, that’s a comic for another day. Let’s just say that Home was… not happy.

As for the Restoration Project, they’re doing quite ok! Still restoring pictures and images onto the website. As for how that started, again, a comic for another day!

#welcome home #self-aware swap au #welcome home au #answered asks #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #frank frankly #eddie dear #sally starlet #Home #welcome home barnaby #welcome home wally #welcome home sally #welcome home frank #welcome home poppy #welcome home julie #welcome home eddie #welcome home howdy

[unfinishedslurs]

party king (steddie)

“You want me to what?”

“Go to a party with me,” Eddie says, looking at Steve like he’s the weirdo here. “What’s the big deal, King Steve? You’ve been to plenty of parties.”

“You know, no one actually called me that,” Steve tells him, abandoning his tapes to put his hands on his hips. “Billy started it. I think he just wanted people to call him a king.”

Eddie visibly considers this before nodding, like it makes sense. Which it does. Billy was, in Steve’s private thoughts, an egotistical maniac who needed to calm down.

May he rest in peace.

“But you’ll come to the party with me, right?”

“Give it up, Eddie,” Robin calls from where she’s rewinding tapes. “Steve hasn’t been to a party in forever. He’s basically a grandpa now.”

“Hey!” Steve objects. That’s rich, coming from her. Going to bed at nine some nights so he gets a few more hours of sleep before waking up in a cold sweat does not make him a grandpa. It just makes him traumatized  

“Steeeeeeeve,” Eddie whines, widening his eyes until it looks like they’re going to pop out of his sockets. His exaggerated pout isn't going to do him any favors either. No matter what the kids say behind his back (looking at you, Henderson) he isn't a pushover.

“Why would I want to go to a high school party?” He crosses his arms, leaning against the counter. “I graduated. I have better things to do with my time.”

“Like lose arcade games to freshmen?” Robin asks. He flips her the bird.

“Please, Steve?” Eddie asks. “Pretty please? Pretty pretty please, with cherries and whipped cream and six little nuggets on top?”

“What the hell are you even saying anymore?”

“You want him to eat his babies?” Robin shrieks. “Like Kronos? Is one of them going to cut off his head and free the rest?”

Eddie’s eyes light up, and Steve slaps a hand over his mouth. He doesn’t know who that guy is, and he doesn’t want to deal with the two of them chattering over whatever movie villain he’s assuming is in their weird cult classic films when he still doesn’t know why Eddie is asking him to this party.

He doesn’t even flinch when Eddie licks his hand.

“I’ve been slobbered on by actual monsters,” he says flatly. “Your spit has zero effect on me.”

Eddie bats his eyes and gives his palm a kiss, right where he’d laved his tongue. Steve rolls his eyes and wipes his hand on the side of Eddie’s face.

“Hey!”

“Don’t dish what you can’t take,” Steve says. “Now, why exactly am I getting asked to go to a high school party?”

“Jessica Roberts needs some kush, and she asked me to sell there.”

“Okay? Still not answering my question.”

“There’s gonna be jocks at the party,” Eddie finally confesses, “and I don’t know if they’ll try shit. But given my track record lately…”

“So you need a bodyguard?”

“Hey!” Steve shouts, and is summarily ignored by everyone. So he does what any normal person would do, and slams an abandoned beer bottle against the edge of the counter so it shatters. 

The jocks turn and look at him after that.

Steve glances down at the jagged edges of the bottle in his hands, flipping it like it’s his old ice cream scoop. Yeah, this should work. 

“Leave him alone,” he says, steely inflection to his voice. 

“Or what, Harrington?” One of them asks. “Heard you just been sittin’ in this room all night. What, you hanging around the queers now? Didn’t take you for a f-”

He stops talking when Steve grabs him by the hair and presses the broken bottle against his throat.

“Here’s what's gonna happen,” he says quietly, taking a look at his buddy. He’s let go of Eddie, a lot more spooked now that his friend is shaking in his Nike’s. “You’re going to leave this room. You’re going to leave Munson here alone. You’re not going to bother him, or anyone else in his dragon club ever again. If I hear that you or your little friends are fucking with him, I have a very nice nail-studded baseball bat in my trunk I’d be more than happy to introduce you to. Capisce?”

“Woah, woah, woah,” the guy that was holding Eddie says. “What the hell, Harrington?”

Steve doesn’t break eye contact with the guy he’s threatening. “Capisce?” He asks again, putting a little more force into the word.

“C-capisce.”

“Good,” he says, shoving him away. “Now get outta here.”

They scramble away. Steve walks over to the trash can and throws away the remains of the bottle, running a hand through his hair. He finally turns around to see Eddie staring at him with wide eyes, frozen.

“Sorry-”

“Fuck me.”

“What?”

Eddie’s entire face flushes, like he didn’t mean to say that. “Uh.”

Steve looks at him, and then around the kitchen they’re in. Glass and beer on the floor, music blasting loud enough to set him on edge, a crowd of people that look at him like a zoo exhibit. Fuck, his head hurts. 

“Yeah, okay,” he decides. “We’re going to mine, though.”

“Wh-what?” Eddie looks like a deer in headlights, even though Steve’s offering exactly what he asked. 

“I…have no idea what I’m doing,” Eddie confesses. 

“Oh, are you not…” He trails off, gesturing towards Eddie’s back pocket. “I assumed…”

Eddie laughs abruptly, slapping a hand over his mouth like he startled himself with it. “You know hanky code, Harrington?”

“Can you call me Steve when you’re in my bed?” He’s already got his shirt off, for God’s sake. “Listen, man, if you don’t want this, it’s no biggie.” He starts to get off, and Eddie’s hand clamps over his thigh. 

“No, no, no, don’t you dare. Just gimme a minute, I’m processing.”

“Processing,” he repeats flatly. 

“Yes, processing. I’ve got the guy of my extremely virginal wet dreams shirtless on top of me. I did not think this would ever happen. I didn’t even know you were queer until tonight.”

Steve’s mouth shapes into an “o” of understanding. “You’re a virgin?”

“Jesus, could you focus on anything else I said?”

“You dream about me?”

“Let’s go back to the virgin part.” His fingers start nervously tapping against Steve’s leg. 

“You’re not subtle,” Steve says flatly. “I know when you stare at my ass.”

Eddie colors in a flood of bright red. “What if I wasn’t? What if I was…uh, jealous or something?”

“I guess that’d make sense, since you’re flat as a board.”

“Wh—hey!”

#party king au #stranger things fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve being unhinged is so fun #furthering my 'eddie has a flat ass' agenda one fic at a time #honestly i don't think steve is UNpopular after s1-2 like i feel like he'd exist in this weird space #where everyone likes him but he has no friends outside the party #and maybe he went to a couple of parties post s3 with robin but they got bored and bailed

[monstersinthecosmos]

List 7 comfort films and tag 7 people!

Tagged by @ihaventcomeupwthanameforaheroyet ! thanks!! I WROTE DOWN A FEW FAVS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD (IN NO ORDER) AND HAD 9, SO, I THINK IWTV 1994 GOES WITHOUT SAYING LMFAO, ALSO HONORABLE MENTION TO AMERICAN PSYCHO BC IT MAKES ME LAUGH MY ASS OFF EVERY TIME BUT I ULTIMATELY CUT IT FROM THIS PRESITIGOUS LIST.

is it obnoxious if i put some pictures in the post too? Sorry I get really excited to talk about movies hkjdslgasd please don't feel obligated to put pictures in yours, I'm just being extra.

Terminator 2: Judgment Day [1991]

LISTEN I CRY EVERY FUCKING TIME it's just the best, ROBOT DADDY??? HOT MOMMY???? The T-1000 is so scary?? ALL THESE RIDICULOUS EPIC FIGHT SCENES AND THE ACTORS ARE JUST NOT EMOTING AT ALL BECAUSE THEY'RE ROBOTS? The director's cut with the extra scene where John is trying to teach the Terminator to smile and you realize when he does his little side smirk it's because he's copying John's smile, bc when he copied randos it didnt fit on his face?!??! Eddie Furlong's voice cracking which feels like such a happy accident because he's a weak little fragile human in contrast to the killing machine?? PLEASE.

Hellraiser [1987]

IT'S WEIRD, IT'S KINKY, IT'S GAY, IT'S CHEESY, IT'S GOT PRACTICAL EFFECTS THAT ARE KINDA COOL BUT KINDA STUPID, IT'S GOT THE GRAINY 80S COZY FEEL, IT'S GOT INCREDIBLE FEMALE SEXUALITY AND BAD ACTING, I JUST LOVE IT. It's just a movie I put on when I need to relax and wow it just makes me really happy ;.;

Pet Sematary [1989]

okay this one and the next one and the last one are all GRAINY 80S COZY FEEL, you have to understand that I grew up watching 80s horror from like the age of 5 so that flim look, the grain, the flat lighting, it just !!!!!!! gives me so much cozy fuzzy warmth for childhood and I just adore it. Anyway !!!!!!1 I LOVE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH it's so extremely dark and also extremely absurd, somehow it's so magnetic that you are immediately immersed even though it's got the aesthetic of a bad TV movie, it's just wonderful I adore it. ALSO a rare super faithful Stephen King adaptation!

An American Werewolf in London [1981]

PRACTICAL EFFECTS MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!11 blah blah cozy 80s, but also! FUNNY! ROMANTIC! TRAGIC! SCARY WHEN IT NEEDS TO BE! I'm so deeply deeply impressed by the practical effects in this film, too! But wow it's so good every time, the hot nurse in this movie is a crazy monsterfucker I adore her, it's a good Armand/Daniel AU, the end is a gut punch every fucking time, it's the best, a naked American man stole my balloons, etc. Absolutely perfect film.

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain [2001]

VISUALLY STUNNING FILM ABOUT AN ASEXUAL WOMAN WITH SOCIAL ANXIETY, PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I think this movie like, changed my life maybe? I think I saw it when I was 15 or so and it just had such a huge impact on me. I used to watch it so much I would just turn the subtitles off because I'd get distracted and didnt even need them anymore. It's a movie I used to bring with me when I traveled, like I brought the DVD with me when I studied abroad because I was so scared I'd have anxiety or get homesick, I just always wanted to be able to watch it if I need to. IF I WATCH THIS AT THE WRONG TIME OF THE MONTH I CRY MY EYES OUT which is cathartic in the end, idk if it's comfy or comforting but wow. but wow really amazing film it's so beautiful and had such a huge impact on my worldview and my creativity and the way I write and the way I do photography and just !!! ;.; I'm gonna cry!

The Departed [2006]

I really like it when Leo DiCaprio cries and he's not a super crybaby in his one but he does scream in pain and have the shit beat out of him and has panic attacks and needs anxiety meds! The cast is sick! The music is amazing! It's such cool storytelling!!! It's exciting every time! The ending fucks! GOD. Just wonderful, I love it so much. The Blu-ray starts over every time it ends so every time I watch it I tend to walk away and let it loop all day LOL. It's disgusting how many times I've watched it. ALSO MY BABE VERA FARMIGA WHAT A MILF god i love her.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall [2008]

this is like such a perfect comedy for my sense of humor, INCLUDING A BONUS DRACULA SUBPLOT CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, but is actually such a clever and lovely story about getting over heartbreak wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love this movie so fucking much oh my god. Also ever since I worked on ships I feel like especially potent to it because there's something about the social community within the resort that feels so much like the community of a cruise ship crew!! ;.;

Tagging (but no pressure!): @rugbertgoeshome @hekateinhell @mothmage @apoptoses @cup-of-lixx @somevagrantchild @covenofthearticulate

[tizniz]

au where edde takes him to a museum and finds buck as a tour guide?

Hi my dear 🩵

I’m hiding in the dark storage room to type this because I’m avoiding work haha

-Chris has been begging for weeks to go because there’s this new dinosaur exhibit and he HAS to see it. Eddie is tired from work and from life but that man will never deny his son anything so they head on a casual Wednesday because Eddie’s off.

-The place is dead. Like, no one is there. Eddie worries it’s closed but then Buck pops up from behind the desk and grins so wide and bright that Eddie’s mind just goes BLANK. Because, what the fuck? Who made this man so attractive?

-Chris starts going on about dinosaurs and Eddie’s about to apologize because he knows children can be a lot or annoying to some people but then Buck is responding in kind with as much enthusiasm and Eddie is once again struck.

-Buck volunteers to take them around, sticks a sign up on the desk, and starts heading for the exhibit. Eddie notices immediately how Buck is walking slower for Chris but in such a casual way that his heart skips a beat (and okay, the man’s ass is flat but his shoulders look nice from behind).

-They spend hours there. Eddie loses track. Of time and facts because he keeps staring at Buck, who notices and blushes but is trying to give his attention to Chris. Eddie panics when they’re at the end (he’d been thinking of stupid questions to draw it out), and Buck finally answers the last question with: “why don’t we get together for dinner and I tell you more?”

#tanis answers #jesuisici33 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie

[3minsover]

Steddie Dancing With the Stars AU Part 2 (repost from twitter)

First part here ^

The night of the live show comes.

Makeup have Eddie in eyeliner - nothing overly new there. He's in all black, a sheer shirt buttoned only as far as his sternum. His tattoos will be on display through the translucent material, and it has Eddie just a little excited at the thought. Maybe it's the exhibitionist in him. They've got him in pants that hug his legs like jeans, only they provide much more movement. Eddie's not sure he could ever live down splitting his pants on national television. His hair's tied just above the nape of his neck, not too dissimilar to the lazy bun he often scrunches his curls into, only this bun took 20 minutes to pin and hairspray into place. all this to look disheveled and 'natural'.

His chains rest over his breastbone, glinting in the space left between the open lapels of his shirt, and they've let him keep his rings on for this one. All adding to the aesthetic, they said. Now, Eddie saw Steve at the dress rehearsal, went through the dance one last time, but seeing Steve in a loose white satin shirt, cuffs undone, black pants following the curve of his strong thighs, his round ass as if they were painted on, it has Eddie's heart hammering harder than it was at the thought of performing this dance to millions of viewers. Steve's already in show-mode, greets him with a nod of his head, doesn't smile. It's as Eddie's clocking the lack of a smile that he notices- oh fucking christ, is he wearing lipgloss? Eddie's not going to make it. He's gonna pass out before he even gets onstage.

The show passes in a blur. Eddie hardly watches any of the other couples, he's too fixated on the tiny bounces of Steve's knee as he sits beside him. And then they're being called to the stage, walking out in the semi-darkness to their starting positions.

"It’s just like we rehearsed. Imagine there’s no one here," Steve whispers against his ear before dropping to one knee, wrapping his hands lightly around Eddie’s calf.

Imagine there’s no one here.

The first beat hits Eddie square in the chest, and then instinct takes over. He's in character, he's leading and Steve is following, he's pushing and pulling, twirling and kicking, stalking across the stage to yank Steve back towards him, hardly noticing the crowd's applause at particularly impressive moves. And then they reach the final step, and Eddie pulls Steve towards him one last time, claiming him, Steve had said during rehearsal. Eddie has one ringed hand flat against Steve's chest, the other resting lightly around his throat, his thumb and fingertips pressed gently under his chin.

Eddie's heart is thrashing, his ears are ringing, and Steve's hand whips up to cup the back of his head. Ee turns his face towards eddie, they've almost made it, and then Steve's eyes meet his. They're glowing, deep against the glare of the lights. Steve's face is flushed, and he's breathing hard. Though not as hard as Eddie, who can feel every place where their bodies meet. Eddie keeps his smoldering gaze fixed on Steve's eyes, even after the music stops. The place erupts around them, startling Eddie. He drops his hands, takes a step back, and in the blink of an eye, Steve's carnal stare melts into a grin of joy. Steve turns, throws his arms around Eddie's neck and yells into his ear; "That was incredible! You were incredible!"

The relief that it's over hits Eddie hard, and he can’t help himself but wrap his arms around Steve’s toned waist, letting out an exhilarated laugh as he pulls Steve closer, all the animosity between them forgotten with the rush of adrenaline.

"Me? You! That was- Christ!" Eddie pants, spinning Steve once before setting him down.

"Okay you two, get over here!" The presenter calls, and it’s only then that Eddie remembers that there are indeed people here. Eddie tries not to gasp when Steve grabs his hand and pulls him, jogging the short distance to the judges’ table. Eddie leans his hands on his knees, breathless from the exercize, sure, but he knows it’s not just that. fuck.

"You two nearly burned the place down! Talk about hot! I’m no scientist, but do I sense some chemistry?" The host says, fanning herself dramatically. The audience whoops, and wolf whistles trill out from at least a few places around them. Eddie can feel his already flushed cheeks burning as he dips his chin, defers to Steve with a self-conscious, "It was all him. I’m so lucky I get to dance with Steve."

And to Eddie’s surprise, this time, he finds he entirely means it. They receive enthusiastic praise from the first judge, tempered with a couple suggestions about hand placement, but Eddie’s positively drunk on the feeling of Steve smiling at him every time he glances to his right.

The second judge pipes up, then.

“I’m going to say something now, and I want you to listen," he says reverently. "I can’t say I know what it is, but whatever the two of you have, that’s it."

#steddie #stranger things au #3minsover #steve harrington x eddie munson #originally posted on twitter

[rebelspykatie]

Rushin’ through me like a fire Part 7 - NSFW

A Steddie Club AU

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Eddie stays close as they head towards the bed, one hand settling into the small of Steve’s back, as if he can’t bear the thought of letting Steve out of his grasp. Something hot coils in his stomach, that molten lava feeling of being wanted and so possessed with desire that you can’t keep your hands off each other. 

As they reach the edge of the bed, Eddie guides them until he’s pressed against Steve’s back, hands firmly around Steve’s waist. 

“Sweetheart,” Eddie practically purrs into his ear, “will you let me take care of you?” 

“I’ll do anything you want,” Steve says, leaning into the touch.

“Dangerous to give me that kind of permission, love. I can think of a lot of things I want you to do to me.” 

Eddie mouths at his neck, fingers flexing on Steve’s hips and tugging him closer. His arousal presses into Steve’s ass as his hands wander, smoothing over the expanse of Steve’s stomach, climbing upwards towards his chest. Palms run flat over Steve’s nipples, a full body tremor takes over before he can stop it. He’s always been sensitive, loves when people focus on something other than his dick. His chest involuntarily pushes into Eddie’s hands. 

Eddie smirks against his neck and a pleased little trill flutters in his chest, like an energy feedback loop sending pleasure ping ponging back and forth between them. This is always his favorite part about being with a new partner, finding all of those little things that set them off, the different ways you can take each other apart and how intimate that exploration can be. 

Eddie tugs at his nipples now, taking them between his thumb and finger, rolling them around. Steve’s head drops back onto Eddie’s shoulder, arousal shooting straight to his cock, now straining against his jeans. Pinching and tugging, Eddie’s working him up slowly, kissing his neck and holding him in place with the grip he has on his chest. 

After what feels like an eternity of foreplay, Steve squirming and writhing in his arms, Eddie finally relents and his hands wander back down to Steve’s hips, fingertips running along the top of his jeans, sliding under the waistband of his underwear.

“Who’s the tease now?” Steve quips, with what feels like his last working brain cell. The rest of his concentration is now solely on his dick, which is leaking into his boxers and so painfully hard that he’s not sure how long he’ll last. 

“Oh,” Eddie tugs him back sharply, pressing into him and grinding their hips together so Steve can feel how aroused he is, “you shouldn’t tempt me, Stevie. I could go on like this for hours. Maybe next time we can see how long you can hold out.” 

Next time. He’s not so far gone that he can’t appreciate the implication. That warmth in his belly grows, expands past desire and carnal want, moves into something wholly different, the kind of joy you get from seeing your favorite person or eating your comfort food. That homey warmth that feels like fresh baked bread or cozy socks on a harsh winter day. 

A whimper escapes him, needy and desperate. He doesn’t think Eddie fully understands why he makes that sound, how it’s like the longing is being pulled straight out of his soul. But it spurs him into action. He’s finally reaching for Steve’s zipper, pulling it down carefully and pushing Steve’s jeans down until he can step out of them, taking his underwear with them. 

It seems a little unfair that Eddie is still fully dressed, but it almost makes it hotter. The sharp contrast between their states of arousal, Steve on full display, cock standing at attention under Eddie’s devouring eyes, Eddie’s outline clearly visible in his tight jeans. Eddie reels him in again, Steve’s back to his front, and the cool air on his skin and the friction of Eddie’s clothes against his bare body like sensory overload.

The teasing isn’t done though, Eddie takes one finger and runs it along the top of his cock, picking up a bead of precum and smoothing over the head. Another whiny sound leaves him, a barely recognizable please. Eddie must understand it, though, as he wraps a hand around him.

Pleasure zings through him as Eddie works a hand up and down his shaft, pausing to toy with the head, collecting the precum that’s oozing out. It’s not quite enough, so Eddie stops and spits into his hand. And if Steve thought he was turned on before, he’s pretty sure his entire body is on fire now. 

It’s been so long since someone has touched him like this, so long since anyone has taken the time to ask what he wants, or wanted to give him what he wants, that he’s lost in the sensation. He’s not used to handing over control like this, and it’s freeing. Eddie’s other hand moves from his hip to his nipples again and he takes turns pinching and twisting them. 

He’s not going to last much longer, a constant whimpering sound coming from the back of his throat, caught between fucking up into Eddie’s hand and grinding his ass on Eddie’s dick, only held upright by the arms wrapped around him. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Eddie coos into his ear, “let go for me. I’ve got you.” 

And that’s all it takes. Steve’s orgasm rips through him, spilling out onto Eddie’s hand and shooting all over his stomach. Eddie works him through it, whispering encouragement, loosening his grip on his cock and wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist to keep him from falling over. 

He’s not sure how they get there, but in the blink of an eye, Eddie has him laid out in his bed. He disappears into the bathroom for a moment and comes back with a damp washcloth, wiping away the evidence from Steve’s stomach, trailing kisses in his wake. 

“What about you?” Eddie’s clearly still turned on. 

“Are you planning on rushing out of here?” Eddie asks, pulling off his shirt and rummaging through his dresser. He trades his jeans for a pair of worn in flannel pajama pants. 

“Do you want me to leave?” 

“If I haven’t made it perfectly clear that I want you to stay, I’m saying it now.” He crawls into bed and pulls Steve against him. “We have all the time in the world. There’s no need to rush. I just wanted to take care of you.” 

Eddie might just be exactly what Steve needed, that turning point where his life makes sense like this is the last piece slotting into place. And it’s weird to think that a few hours after they met for the first time, but it feels like he’s known Eddie his whole life. 

“I’ll stay, then,” Steve settles against Eddie, pressing a kiss into his scarred shoulder. “As long as you promise not to make me tea in the morning.” 

Eddie’s laughter settles the last of his nerves. “Promise.”

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Thank you all so much for reading! I've really enjoyed writing this one and seeing everyone's reactions to it 💜

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #katie writes

[tinytalkingtina]

Logical imperfection - Chapter 3 (Steddie Star Trek AU)

Chapter 3 is now live! In which Eddie is leading his first away mission, and we get to hint at S'tevan's Tragic BackstoryTM.

Eddie continued to fuss with the machine for several minutes before his anxiety and anger finally boiled over. “Stupid hunk of junk!” He growled, kicking it in frustration. In response, the water purifier sputtered to life and kicked out a cloud of sand directly into Eddie’s face. Coughing, half blind, he flailed around wildly before losing his balance and falling flat on his ass. Truly the picture of a calm and collected senior officer. “I see your decade of experience in engineering has well prepared you for desert survival tactics.” S’tevan commented dryly, leaning against some rocks a distance away. Eddie glared at his pointy-eared rival. Some security officer he was, letting his crewmates injure their bodies (and egos). But after months of jabs about how planetary missions were the only real work in Starfleet, Eddie didn’t want to give S’tevan the satisfaction.

Read the full chapter on Ao3!

#steddie #stranger things #steddie startrek au #In my notes this one was labeled as “conflict and S'tevan faces consequences for his slutty ways” #tinawrites #steve harrington #eddie munson

[ddejavvu]

Jesus Christ this was supposed to be like one sentence but I can't help myself when it comes to Puppy!Eddie. I keep seeing all these headcanons where reader is woken up every day with kisses or bowled over every day first thing when they walk in the door after work. As someone that really suffers from social exhaustion after long periods of time with other people, I started to wonder what it would be like if one day reader just did NOT have the energy for their hybrid. Like no matter how much we love our pets or even our kids IRL, sometimes you just need a break you know? So anyway, started wondering what would happen if reader came home from work grumpy and broke my own heart.

Puppy!Eddie hasn't had a bad day since you took him in. He's got a house, food, a bed, toys, a whole ass room!! But best of all he has you. He's quite literally got everything he's ever wanted. Sooo he doesn't really understand when you come home cranky. He's waiting for you at the door like usual but you don't pet him when you come in. You give him a terse "Hi" and make your way inside. He's really confused. But he soldiers on because he has sooo much to tell you. He dials back his energy a little because he figures maybe he's being too much and then he launches into trying to tell you about his day. But when you flop down on the couch and he tries to scoot into your lap and lick all up your neck you're pushing him away and telling him to get down. He doesn't know what to do so he just follows your instructions and sits at your feet for a little bit. But now he's starting to get really worried. He tries to ask you what's wrong but you just do not want to talk anymore today. You don't want to be touched or even looked at if you're honest. So when he brushes up against you and tries again to get into your lap like he normally would, you lose your cool. You're not proud of it, but you shout at him for the first time ever. Just a simple "Get down!" But it was enough. His eyes went wide and he scurried away without finishing his story. You feel like an absolute c***. You feel terrible. But you just don't have the energy today. You slept in, were late for work and got written up, your car got a flat on your lunch break and you didn't even get to eat because you spent the whole time fixing it. Then you get back to work and find you're the subject of office gossip. You got volunteered for a new project you don't have time to do. Then on top of all that, on the way home you tried to fix your mood with fries and your favorite take out place is closed. You're just done with a capital D. It's been a shit day and you just need to sit down and decompress for a little bit. So you turn on the TV. You figure Eddie will be back out in a little bit and you will explain and apologize. He can never stay away from you for long. But then suddenly before you realize it you've binged like 4 episodes of a show and its way passed dinner time. You're a bit worried now so you get up to look for Eddie. You start to panic when you can't find him in any of his spots. But then you see a foot sticking out from under the bed in the room that was supposed to be his. (he's literally never slept in it. Only in your bed) You get down on the floor to see what he's up to and he's all curled up hugging his stuffy. You can tell the poor thing has been crying that whole time. He looks at you with the biggest, saddest, wettest eyes you've ever seen and before you can tell him you're sorry for being a bum he asks you: "Why don't you love me anymore? What did I do wrong?"

long post so it's cut // cw: hybrid au with dog hybrid!eddie. don't like don't read.

NOOO :(( he's instantly taken aback when you don't pet him, he's waiting there with a wagging tail, ready to smother you and be smothered in turn. but you move past him with a curt hi, side-stepping the hug that he offers and dropping everything in your arms with a sigh. he figures maybe everything was just really heavy, so he won't blame you for setting it down before you hug him. but then he's trailing after you already rambling about his day, and you're nodding like mhm the entire time, so disconnected from him and when you flop down on the couch he takes a breather to join you. he's already straddling your hips but you're turned into the cushions on the back of the couch, so you just glance up at him and gently push him away, 'not now, Eddie, get down please' and you were perfectly nice about it!! he's thinking that maybe your hip hurts or something, maybe you didn't want him on it until it started feeling better. so he lays by your feet instead, head bent over onto the couch cushions and butting into your ankles. he asks in a quiet, concerned voice if you're okay, because he can smell that you're more distressed than you normally are, and he hates it. but you don't answer, so he thinks you're sleeping or something. but when he peeks over at you your eyes are still open, so you probably just couldn't hear him, right? so he decides to get closer, to crawl back onto the couch (he carefully avoids your hurt hip!!) but the second his hands touch you you're turning to face him, face pinched up in frustration, 'i said get down!'

he's heartbroken. you say it so meanly, with so much venom in your voice, that he swears you hate him. and he doesn't know what he did, he doesn't know what went wrong, but he can't keep seeing that look in your eyes directed at him so he just flees. he yanks a stuffed animal off of his bed and burrows under there, the smell and atmosphere unfamiliar because he's barely ever stepped foot in there. and he just cries :( he's so worried about how he somehow fucked things up and he's sure you're going to throw him out, that he's crossed a line that he can't ever recover from, and the worst part of it all is that he doesn't know what he did!! he wants to, he wants to know why you suddenly don't like him, because he'd do anything to undo whatever it was so that you still loved him :') he cries and cries and cries until they're silent, just tears streaming down his cheeks and into the fluff of the stuffed animal. he thinks it takes years for you to come and find him, and honestly when you look back on the hour a a half that you dissociated and pretended you forgot about everything that the day brought you, it feels like years too. so you miss eddie, you're worried that he's not out there with you, and you wanna make sure he's okay.

when you find him your heart breaks :') you knew he'd be upset but the poor man is distraught, eyes puffy and cheeks splotchy and red and nose completely stuffed to where he's sniffling nonstop. he looks up at you so sad, and when he asks why you don't love him anymore you just about burst into tears. you want to pull him out from under the bed and into your lap but you know he probably doesn't want that, so you lay down yourself on the carpet and worm your way under the bed. you give him his space, but you want him to be close to you, and you leave your hands out just in case he wants to grab one

you apologize first, very sincerely, and promise him that you love him more than anything. he asks what he did wrong then, why you were so angry at him, and you tell him that he didn't really do anything wrong, he just didn't know not to touch you because you hadn't told him. you apologize for assuming he'd catch on, and promise that you'll communicate your boundaries better so that he doesn't cross them and then suffer for it :')) it takes a lot of coddling, but eventually he's in your lap sobbing into your shoulder and apologizing for how terrible your day was and you're rubbing his back sobbing for being so mean to him and everybody's crying and let me tell you the bedtime cuddle that night is insane

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