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canislupus-exe · 11 months

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Made for Each Other | eddie munson

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of him and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room.

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t he a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand.

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your dick off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy.

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you hard.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips.

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- fucking me into the- hng- mattress.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and boxers off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your cock sprung out, standing at attention and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his hole, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it into his asshole, expertly spreading him out in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again.

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your cock head at his tight asshole, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally push yourself inside, groaning as he enveloped you. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being filled.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the guy you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you grip his legs.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to plow into him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you fucked into his prostate like never before. He wraps his arms around your back and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and scratches down your back, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock. The sounds he’s making and the tightness of his ass proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a low groan, emptying your load straight into his suffocating hole.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.

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wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart · 11 months

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(steddie tbhk au. kinda.)

--- > Part 2 :)

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Here is the thing. Steve is aware that it was his fault. It was his fault for being so self-obsessed. It was his fault for being a bad boyfriend. It was his fault for ignoring his girlfriend when all she wanted to do was to talk with him. It was his fault for being a bad fucking person even though he told himself time and time again that he would finally change.

So he can't really fault Nancy for cheating on him. She found someone better - someone who didn't hurt others for fun, someone who understood her needs and could actually meet them, someone who actually deserved her. She simply had had enough brain to realize that - of course she had, nobody could say that Nancy Wheeler wasn't smart - and enough self-respect to take the opportunity when it arose. He couldn't be mad at her for that. Sure, it would've been nice of her to break up in a different way. Sooner, probably, and not drunk enough for her words to slur into each other. But he knows that he doesn't have any right to complain. It is what he deserves, after all.

Here is another thing Steve is aware of: the supernatural is real.

The discovery wasn't all too surprising, more like the confirmation of something he'd been too scared to properly acknowledge until he couldn't deny it anymore. Hawkins and the supernatural have been closely intertwined for as long as anyone can remember, and everyone who lives here has no choice but to be somewhat aware of it.

There are people who try to deny it, of course. The town has a horrifying history of buried disappearances and mangled unexplained corpses that nobody talks about. More often than not a case will run cold instead of being solved. Officially there are kidnappers and serial killers loose, but nobody searches too hard, and in the end it doesn't matter whether that truly is the case. After all, there is nothing the chief can do against the supernatural, even if he were to acknowledge it. Sometimes it's just easier to live in denial.

Most things are easy to ignore or to write off. A sudden epidemic of lost pens and books and loose change? Children are so irresponsible nowadays. When the same problem extends to locker doors and an entire statue? Well, if you live in Hawkins, you develop a talent for looking the other way.

Steve's parents are firm deniers of the supernatural. If they had spent more time with him, maybe he wouldn't believe in it either. But they didn't. Maybe they felt that there was something wrong - something other - in Hawkins, and they wanted to get as far away from it as possible. It is not like the reason matters. Fact is, Steve had always been on the fence when it comes to that kind of stuff and had decided early on that it's better to be safe than sorry. So he kept his ears open.

Rumor has it that if you step on the fourth step of the stairs near the art room you will be sent to another dimension. Welp, he is going to pay a bit closer attention to where he steps. The spirits of dead students will haunt you if you are in the school library at 23 o'clock. What can he say, he has never been much of a bookworm anyway. Worst case scenario, he slightly inconvenienced himself for nothing. Best case scenario...well.

He can't say he didn't feel a bit vindicated when he saw the monster attacking Nancy and Jonathan.

But the supernatural is insatiable and greedy. Once you have stepped into its grasp, it does not want to let you go. That was when Steve had understood that the denial was a safety mechanism, that sometimes it is better for you and everyone around you if you just don't look too close. Unfortunately it was way too late for him by the time he had had that particular realization.

But still, he tried. Fuck had he tried. He was even more overly cautious of where he stepped and he still refused to go to the school library no matter the time and he still always kept an ear out for any new rumors that might arise. And yet he always managed to become entangled in one thing or another. A week where he doesn't step foot into the netherworld (or upside-down, as the kids call it) is rarer than ones he does, and as soon as he saw his first supernatural creature they suddenly were everywhere. It is kind of horrifying how many live amongst them without anyone noticing.

And now, here he is. Actively seeking out the supernatural. On his own. He didn't even tell anyone so they know to send backup if he doesn't return. If this is where he dies, there is nobody else to blame.

He probably would feel disappointed in himself if he was able to feel anything at all at the moment. This truly would be a very stupid and very preventable way to die. As things are, he doesn't feel anything at all as he makes sure nobody can see him. Neither as he enters the old girls bathroom with the mold everyone does their best to avoid. He also doesn't feel anything as the creaking door of the last stall falls closed behind him, or when he calls for the spirit. He doesn't even feel anything when the spirit doesn't respond and he is just a desperate boy standing around in a moldy female bathroom.

He does feel something when a cold hand suddenly appears on his shoulder.

Here is the thing about humans. They can get used to anything, no matter how ludicrous, if only it happens often enough. Had this been his first brush with the supernatural, he probably would've screamed. Had this only been his second or third time, he probably wouldn't be calm enough to really take in the hand that suddenly materialized behind him. He probably wouldn't have noticed all the rings adorning those slender fingers, as there isn't a difference in temperature between the cold skin and the cold metal. He probably wouldn't have seen that the black nails were only painted and were lightly chipped at places. He probably wouldn't have taken a second to admire how elegant and slender the hand is.

Admittedly, even he is a bit taken aback when he actually turns around. And here he thought he'd seen it all.

"Look, no offence, but aren't you like....supposed to be a girl?"

The spirit, who despite the long hair and bold black makeup is definitely not a girl, seems annoyed with him. It would've been more terrifying if Steve hadn't had multiple spirits try to kill him and come disturbingly close to it before.

"Hey, I'm not the only one who shouldn't be in the girls' bathroom right now, so like, shut the fuck up."

Steve sighs. Perverted and rude. What a fucking jackpot.

"Okay, look. Clearly we both are feeling weird about being here." Even though this is apparently your chosen resting place, he doesn't add. He does still need a favor from the guy. "So like, could we maybe continue this conversation in the hallway? Or at least in the boys' bathroom? I do admittedly feel a bit better at not being the only boy in the female bathroom, but it's still kind of, well... weird, ya know?"

Without a word the ghost turns around floats through the door. Steve takes that as his sign to follow him. The ghost doesn't talk and it takes him some time to realize where the other is leading him. The library. How long has it been since he last was here?

He doesn't know if it is abnormal for the library to be completely empty at this time of the day, but he will probably feel safer if he doesn't ask.

"You aren't a very good little student, you know?"

Steve is growing consistently more concerned. The rumors talked about a girl. Not a boy that can magically know your grades. Oh god, maybe he wanted to take him here so he could force him to study. Now that would be a true nightmare.

"No, I don't mean it like that, oh my god. But it makes sense, I guess. You are already pretty and brave, it would be unfair if you were smart, too-"

"Hey!"

"No. I meant that normally when a student succesfully summons me and I deem them worthy enough to be blessed by my presence."

And what a fucking blessing that is.

"They get so scared they run away before they even can make their wish. I'm pretty sure this is the most chill conversation I have ever had with another living person."

"That includes the time you were alive, too?"

"Ha ha ha, very funny. So, what is your wish, my knight in shining armor? Remembering that flattery will get you very far."

Steve can feel the way his face falls in on itself when he remembers the entire reason for this foolhardy plan. This spirit in front of him is so different from any other supernatural being he's met before, much less bloodthirsty or malicous. It's stupid, but for a moment he almost thought they could maybe be...friends. Which is such a dumb thought and definitely way more unrealistic than ghosts. Evidence A, the of yet unnamed ghost floating right in front of him.

"Hey, what is actually your name?"

"That your wish?"

"I- No?! Why would I call upon a wish-granting spirit only to wish to know her- his name and then never talk to him again?!"

"You never want to see me again? Now that's rude. How 'bout that: tell me your name first"

"I asked first"

"YOU are the one who wants something from ME, sweetie. I don't think you are the one with the upper hand in this situation"

Steve sighs. As much as he wants to deny it, the unnamed spirit in front of him is telling the truth. (He ignores the shiver down his spine at the pet name. Nancy had never been a fan of those.) "Steve. Steve Harrington."

"Steve Harrington." The spirit takes his time, savoring every syllable. "If that isn't the fucking most suburban-conservative-little-town-in-the-Midwest name I've ever heard. Well Stevie, you may call me Hanako"

"But Hanako is your title. Not your name."

"That is indeed the truth, darling. You really shouldn't undersell your intelligence like that-"

"I fucking didn't, you just assumed-"

"you are the first one to actually realize that. Unfortunately for you, you haven't unlocked this information yet-"

"like some fucking nerd game?!"

"OR told me your wish. Which is why you are here. Which is why everyone is here, even if you were much better at smalltalk than most. So? I'm all ears for you, big boy."

And now that the time has finally come - with surprisingly little bloodshed or near-death-events, even - his throat closes up. He knows he wants to do it. Needs to do it. He knows that it isn't fair, that it is a just punishment he should shoulder like a man, that he deserves every drop of pain and regret and more, that making a deal with the supernatural always has a price. But the thought of continuing to live with this numbness weighting him down doesn't seem feasible.

He tries to tell himself that it isn't so bad. After all, it's not like he is doing anything to Nancy or Jonathan. Hell, this would actually somewhat help them.

But it is a scary thought. Loving Nancy has become so ingrained into his DNA, he can't imagine who he will become without it. Isn't even sure if he wants to know this Steve.

Still. The choice to search out a supernatural being on his own was not one he had taken lightly, and now it is too late to turn back anyway.

"I- I want to stop having feelings for Nancy."

"...Nancy being?"

"My girlf-, my ex-girlfriend." Silence. "She, she found someone better than me. Someone who actually deserves her. I just...need a bit of help to move on."

"And...you are sure you don't want to make this Nancy just fall in love with you instead? That is what most people ask for, you know?"

"She gave me way too many speeches about feminism and agency for me to ever do this to her. I...I already messed up enough. Already made her suffer enough. More than enough. She and Jonathan...yeah. I don't think she's ever looked at me the way she looks at him. The way I still look at her. So. Uhm please? Your hair is very...very...wavy. Like, good wavey."

More silence. Steve needs to force himself not to open his mouth again. Maybe his heart wrenching speech just needs a bit more time to settle in.

"I am a bit disappointed, you know?"

"Excuse me?!" He crosses his arms and can almost physically feel himself slipping into babysitter-mode "And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?"

"I mean that every-fucking-time someone calls me it's because of some stupid love shit, yanno? It gets kind of boring. You were the first one who actually bothered with some small talk so i was just hoping for something more interesting I guess. Like, just throwing some ideas out there, have you ever thought about world domination? Like, I didn't really have the time of my life here - pun intended. And I think it would be really fun. Soooo....how about it?"

"Soooo....how about no?"

"Not even if you can take this Nancy as your badass feminist queen and I allow her to be part of our awesome world-dominating partnership? Or well, trio in this case. That Jonathan dude can come, too, if he insists."

Steve does not deem this outlandish suggestion with an answer. Hanako sighs and looks so much like a kicked puppy that Steve almost feels bad for not attempting world domination with him.

"Okay. Look. Can I tell you a secret?"

He raises a brow. "Can I stop you?"

Hanako also tries to raise only one brow and fails. Steve graciously let's it go - he is kind of dependent on the guy right now, no matter how ridiculous he is being.

"You are my favorite so far, okay."

"Aw. I thought spirits weren't supposed to have one favorite victim?"

"Thin fucking ice, Harrington. Just- listen to me when I say that love isn't worth it. Feelings are either fabricated and can never be as genuine as the real deal, or they just go away on their own. Time heals all wounds or whatever", he looks down at his own half-transparent hands. "Or, well, most wounds."

He looks back up and stares Steve directly into the eyes. And like, he knew that Hanako's eyes were brown. But damn were they brown. And warm. And big. If you were to look up "doe-eyed" in the dictionary, the definition would be a photo of the look the guy is giving him right now. Almost makes him reconsider the world-domination idea.

"Deals with the supernatural always have a price. Are you completely and a hundred percent sure that it's worth it?"

And Steve stops. He knew how dangerous the supernatural could be, had seen the ridiculous prizes people paid. How the other side twisted and turned their pleas and wishes just so they could laugh at those stupid and desperate enough to ask for powers beyond their control. He thought that he had made peace with it, thought he had been ready to pay whatever Hanako demanded from him. But now that the spirit himself is warning him...

"It may seem like life or death right now, but it always does in the moment"

And Steve sighs. He knows what the right thing to do is and he knows it would be more than stupid not to take this surprisingly friendly spirit on his chance to walk away.

But he already knew that before he went to the bathroom stall. And it hurts so fucking bad sometimes the weight on his chest makes it hard to breathe.

"What-"he licks his lips, hates how his voice breaks, "What would you suggest instead?"

"Have you already tried watching stupid romcons while consuming a concerning amount of ice cream?

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #steve x eddie fanfic #st ff #will maybe add a part two if y'all like this one :)#steddie fic #tbem #pen.

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niallhood · 2 years

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unchain the colors

a new fic by Tomlintummy

photo set by @ifiwasaloubird

teen and up audiences | 21k | breakfast club au | wip |

Steve nearly convinced himself it couldn’t be that bad when noise erupted from his left, head snapping up to watch a van tearing up the road. Tires squealing, music blaring loud enough to make Steve flinch, the van came to a lurching halt halfway across the empty lot. He knew that van. Everyone in Hawkins High knew that van. And the entire police force, for that matter, considering what its owner got up to in his free time, not that Steve gave much of a shit about that kind of thing.

And there- Steve's gut churned as the mane of curly brown hair emerged from the drivers side, Eddie Munson's own aura of noise filling the space his excessive music had left behind. Steve didn’t understand how one person could make so much of it by just existing , his ringed fingers always tapping against the chain at the hip of his impossibly tight jeans and the loud slapping of his raggedy white (though, white was a bit of a stretch) sneakers down the halls, the pins on his denim vest clinking together as he inevitably made a scene or the never-ending humming when he didn’t. Steve couldn’t stand it.

Or: The Breakfast Club fruity four + Dustin Henderson AU no one asked for

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alchemistc · 2 years

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catie's steddie fic masterpost (updated 8.21.22)

Roll For Initiative - Words: 5076 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up

Eddie writes an NPC into his summer campaign when Gareth fucks off a week before it's supposed to start and he realizes all his bosses are too overpowered. If he modeled the whole damn character after his best friend/current crush/future heartache Steve Harrington that's his business.

Feat: The Party, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, handwavey D&D mechanics, references to Eddie as Kas the Betrayer

He nearly gets away with it, is the thing. Three sessions in and the kids haven’t realized the BBEG isn’t the tarnished knight with the swooping hair and the stupid dad jokes they groan at every time. They still think the wizard leading them towards imminent destruction is on their side, and as his reluctant hero of an NPC warns them to be wary even Will the Wise rolls his eyes and misses the opportunity for a perception check that barring a Nat 1 would have, at the very least, told them that one of them wasn’t to be trusted. He’s not even trying that hard to hide the incredibly obvious parallels – the courtship the knight had once had with the sister of Wheeler’s paladin, the reluctant way he continuously steps in when the party gets themselves into a hairy situation, the incredibly obvious boner Eddie has for this stupid character he’s created solely for the purpose of a reveal he both does and does not want them to discover early on.

falling in love in reverse - Words: 3702 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up

Steve Harrington spent over three months trapped in a time loop trying to save Eddie Munson's life. Now every time he looks at Eddie, Eddie is desperate to know what the fuck happened to make Steve look at him like he hung the moon and the stars.

“Did you, uh… did you sing to me, once?” Eddie asks, sitting on the hood of Steve’s car and staring up at the sky so he doesn’t have to pretend he isn’t desperate for everything promised in the eyes that haven’t left Eddie since Eddie woke up in that hospital bed. It’s just –Time loops, and the King of Hawkins High going back over and over and over again just to stop Eddie Munson from dying, and – “Fuck,” Steve says, and Eddie doesn’t remember, but there’s a song that won’t leave his head, and the voice is soft and warm just like the way Steve smiles at him and – “I didn’t think you remembered any of it.”

35. live like there's no tomorrow - Words: 2105 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature

follow up to falling in love in reverse

He recalls broken fractals of time, on occasion – when Steve runs a hand through his hair, or digs his teeth into Eddie’s hipbone, or when Eddie catches a glimpse of him pouring coffee into one of Wayne’s novelty mugs. They’re not memories, not quite, because Eddie never lived them – they died with the Eddie who died each night, but somehow Eddie-97 has them stored somewhere in the depths of his brain and sometimes they leak out. The faucet drip, drip, drips, vague flashes of not-memory, and he’s glad, actually, that he fell in love with Steve in the right-side up, because now the not-memories are a balm, a reminder, a glimpse into all the idiosyncrasies that Steve fell for.

**Added 8.14.22**

7. nothing here is promised - Words: 2260 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and Up