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"EDDIE!" Dustin called, loudly outside of his trailer. It was getting closer to noon so he had no problem being noisy to get the attention of his senior dungeon master.

Steve groaned next to him, unfortunately getting snagged into driving his three brats to Munson's trailer. 

"Don't scream so loud, Dustin. I don't want to look like I'm a part of this." Steve grumbled.

"It's a little late for that, y'know?" Mike snarked.

"I mean you do practically hang out with us most of the time." Lucas added.

"thank you for the insight, you guys are soooo supportive of my social life." Steve rolled his eyes. “Always the babysitter.” He muttered. 

Right at that moment, Eddie's door slammed open, revealing a very drowsy looking Eddie clad in a wrinkled shirt and a pair of lopsided sweats. Behind him sat his uncle, drinking from a half empty pot of coffee and you, browsing through a magazine on the couch.

"Why do you guys always have to bang at my door?" Eddie scolded, making a face of annoyance.

"One more reason to get your own place kiddo," Wayne speaks up, still browsing through the newspaper, much to Eddie's dismay. 

Eddie reached out to shake Steve's hand in their signature handshake. Mike, Dustin and Lucas called it the "dad shake." Eddie and Steve called it the "single father shake."

Eddie completely bypasses the kid's words, opting instead to talk to Steve to minimize how much time he had to spend chatting with them.

"What brings the brats to the Munson Lair, huh?'

"I'll be honest, Munson, I couldn't even figure it out. Some campaign idea or something." 

Mike enthusiastically fished out a stack of paper from his backpack hanging off his shoulder.

"So we have these new characters that we want to play for the next campaign but we want your approval." Mike said.

Eddie snorted. "Say the words, kiddos."

Dustin and Lucas each rolled their eyes, Dustin already ahead of him.

"Oh master, might you grant us an audience with your majesty?" He said in a worn out tone.

It had Wayne shaking in his seat as well as you looking like you were about to burst at the seams with laughter.

"Hey! Not funny, y/n!" Dustin shouldered his way into Eddie's trailer, setting down his bag and pulling out a pencil.

"Wayne." He acknowledged.

"Dustin." He nodded back, moving the coffee pot so there was sufficient room on the table for their dnd antics. This sort of thing was becoming commonplace to the point that neither you or Wayne bothered with their presence. If anything you thought it was endearing to watch Eddie take care of the kids like they were his own.

Mike and Lucas followed Dustin in, standing around the table due to the lack of chairs. Already they were laying out plans, cocking their heads with intrigue and pointing out all the ways they could tweak their existing designs.

Steve heaved a sigh when Eddie beckoned him inside.

"Might as well stay, Harrington. Want a smoke?"

Steve shook his head. "The ladies aren't fond of it."

Mike looked up from the paper to deadpan "what ladies?" Which has Steve giving him a pointed glare and looking more than worn out.

"Hey, just saying, smoking landed me a smokin hot babe. But whatever." Eddie lit his cigarette, tossing the rest of the pack and the lighter on the table. You decided to ignore that part.

Lucas reached out for them, trying to be conspicuous before Eddie slapped him on the hand.

"Ow! What the fuck Eddie!"

"Mhm," Eddie tutted, wagging his finger in the air. "You're still fresh Sinclair, you don't need that shit anyways. You'll thank me later."

You pretended not to listen from your nose stuck in a magazine, watching the interaction go down. They were like a little family and it had your heart soaring. 

Eddie leaned over to glance at the contriving roadmap of notebook paper, effortlessly pointing out a flaw in Dustin's design.

"That right there. That's gonna get you killed, dusty."

"How did I not catch that!" Dustin squealed, erasing furiously. 

Soon, Dustin struck up a conversation with Mike and Lucas, rambling on about details until Eddie could barely get a word in edgewise.

He decided to join you and Steve on the couch, sitting on the middle cushion and throwing his arm about your shoulder. 

"You're good with them." Steve nodded, hushed so the three boys didn't hear. He had been tangled up in babysitting them for what felt like so long, it felt good to know that someone else had their back too.

"Oh well, someone's gotta tend to the lost sheep." Eddie took a drag on his cigarette, trying to keep the smoke from reaching Steve in an act of respect. His thoughts were in the right place but he still looked guilty when Steve tried to muffle a cough.

"Yeah. And boy do those kids need some tending to." Steve said, a tone of endearment in his voice.

"Don't worry, man" Eddie suddenly pipes up."I'll take them when you got your six nuggets to take care of."

Steve flushed red, hoping to God that the kids hadn't heard that part. To no avail though as he heard Mike's guffaw from the table.

"Watch it Wheeler," Eddie started, "six is a lot of kids for one Steve to handle." You and Eddie shared a glance, both obviously trying to hold in a laugh. Poor Steve would never live down the reputation as the guy who wanted a whopping six kids. Eddie leaned in closer to Steve, whispering to him.

"Not that I doubt you, bro, you'll be a great dad."

At this point Steve looks absolutely mortified and he's hoping he can block this all out later. If he leaves though, he'll be called a coward forever. If he takes it, the kids will never stop teasing him and calling him "dad." The only option was to fight back.

"Thank you Eddie." Steve smirks wildly. "Speaking of kids, when are you and y/n going to start a family?"

You go stiff in your seat. You try to go back to reading the same page you'd been on for the last ten minutes but the words started blurring on the page.

"Uhhh" Eddie starts, looking at you for help. you just shake your head, leaving your boyfriend to search for an answer that would make all present parties happy. The boys had long forgotten their world building and stared at you and Eddie long and hard, waiting for an answer.

("5 bucks for 'after we graduate'' Dustin smiled.

"No way," Lucas said, "10 on 'after we're married'"

Mike tsked, 'nah, it's gotta be 'after we move away from hawkins'")

"Pfft." Wayne snorted at the other side of the table, breaking the heavy silence in the room. "It's a damn surprise the poor girl isn't pregnant already." He flipped the page of his newspaper.

Eddie gaped, mirroring a similar expression of shock on your face.

Wayne continued undisturbed. "I mean with the amount of condoms he's bought, it's a mystery that he doesn't have six nuggets of his own."

Steve's eyes nearly popped out their sockets, watching as the three doofuses went wild, practically lining up to give Eddie's uncle a high five.

If you and Eddie weren't still shell shocked you would hear murmurings of "brutal!' "sick' and "way to go, Mr Wayne." Wayne's frown turned up into a barely there smirk.

It took an extra minute for Steve to register before he burst out laughing, hands holding his stomach.

Steve stood up, stretching a decent amount before striding to the door. "I guess I'll be babysitting your tater tots first, Mr and Mrs Munson." He shook his head. 

"I'm gonna head to the store and be back later to pick up your kids and take ‘em home. Need anything? Milk? Eggs?” He wiggled his brows, “Condoms?"

Steve threw his head back in an exaggerated laugh, slamming the door behind him and leaving the six of you to your devices. 

Eddie buried his face in your shoulder, feeling you holding in your chuckles as you patted his head.

“I swear to God, Munson, I will kick your face in.” Jason shouted across the crowded cafeteria at your best friend.

You rolled your eyes, reluctantly standing from your table to come to Eddie’s rescue. It’s not like this sort of thing didn’t happen on a daily basis but if you didn’t stand up for him, Eddie would be pouting for the rest of the week.

“At least I have real teeth to kick in, Carver. I didn’t have to pay for some crusty ass veneers,” Eddie seethed, standing on a chair and looking down at Jason ‘the prick’ Carver. He’s extra worked up today.

“You fu-” Jason was cut off by his realization of your nearing presence. He quirked an eyebrow in interest and you could almost see his gears turning. It unsettled you.

You circled Jason, giving him the best death stare you could muster and coming to stand next to Eddie. You could hear Eddie’s shuddering breaths, filled with anger.  It was almost comical to be defending the hulking, supposedly ‘scary’ dungeon master behind you. It was like a chihuahua saving a pitbull. 

“You sure do say a lot for someone who can’t not sleep with every girl he sees.” You speak, almost half heartedly. At this point, it felt routine to insult Jason’s playboy habits.

The nearby tables gasped, as if it never occurred to them that monogamy was a thing. A few people booed but you decided to ignore that.

“Y/n.” Eddie whispers to you, out of earshot of anyone nearby.

“Yes, Eddie?”

“Can you try not to bully Jason by pointing out how many bitches he gets?” His face is twisted into something between annoyance and laughter as he keeps his eye on the hot headed blonde.

“Right,” you sigh.

Jason speaks up from his uncharacteristic silence. “What are you doing, freaks? Conjuring a spell with your hoe girlfriend, Munson?” Jason’s expression looks triumphant as he gets exactly what he wants: a reaction.

“What the fuck did you just say!” Eddie screams, pushing you gently behind him and pacing towards Jason. 

“Woah, woah, woah, Eddie!” You step in front of him, a hand fisting his jacket lapel to get him to stop.

“You know just as much as I do who will get in trouble for this,” You point out. “Noone will ever think of punishing Hawkin’s spoiled little prince.” You snarl the last part, just to make sure Jason heard you.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed as he lowers his fists. Then the idiot jock, apparently still not satisfied, speaks again.

“Yeah, Munson, listen to your little bitch.” Jason sneers, full of malice.

You spin around before Eddie can get to him and slap the smirk off his face. Hard. You hear Jason squeal before you see the red mark appear. Jason reels from the slap as if he wasn't expecting just that after taunting both of you. You feel a bit of pride swell in your chest. That’ll leave a mark on Jason’s smug face for a while.

“You get out of here, Jason or I’ll be forced to castrate you.” You mime a slicing motion against your throat, hoping to make Jason think twice about coming back for more.

Jason looks like he’s about to say something but thinks better of it, turning tail and running, posse following like sheep, no doubt to go to the counselors office to tattle on ‘the satanists bullying him for no reason.’” 

“Well that was fun, we should do this again sometime,” You quip to the awed Eddie, knocking your elbow into his ribs.

His shock smelts into a surprisingly soft smile, “It’s a date,” he jokes back at you. Inside, your heart flutters.

“Deal.” 

—-

“So what’s the damage?” Eddie drops his bag by his bed, making enough room for you to sit with him. 

Eddie had taken you back to his trailer, you not wanting to deal with your parents when they eventually got the call from the school about your “bad behavior.” They would probably figure you were with Eddie since there wasn’t anywhere else you’d be. They’d just wait until you came back home later that night to scold you.

You flop down, watching Eddie rummage through his drawers for most definitely a blunt. You couldn’t blame him. You rarely ever smoked but you were craving a hit to take the edge off.

“Detention for a week and an apology note.” You sigh, annoyed. 

‘What!” Eddie says. “That’s total prejudice. You know what Jason got when he punched Gareth? A slap on the wrist, that’s what.” He waved his hands in the air to emphasize just how crazy the whole ordeal was.

“Of course he did. Jason can’t do any wrong,” You roll your eyes sarcastically. ”I think the worst part though is the note. I don’t think they’ll accept ‘I'm sorry you’re a stinking asshole’ as an apology.”

Eddie laughs, joining you on his bed with the blunt that he finally found in his hand. Your eyes trace his frame, his calloused hands flicking his lighter, his slim fingers gripping it, his arms flexing everytime he moves-

You blink a couple of times, the hazy fantasy fading away. This is Eddie. Your best friend Eddie. Your Eddie.

“Why did you get so mad at Jason?” You ask him.

He places the lit blunt in his mouth, rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand. He takes a long drag before answers, blowing smoke from his pursed lips.

“Jason said some..” He pauses sheepishly, “some things earlier and I got ahead of myself.”

You hum in affirmation. “What did Jason say?” You ask with genuine curiosity. You’ve barely ever seen Eddie get worked up from anything Jason has said. It was usually all meaningless shit anyways.

Eddie takes another drag, passing you the blunt in his stead. He fell back on his bed, hands behind his head. There’s a tension in the air that you can’t pinpoint. The room feels thick. It’s not the smoke’s fault either.

Taking the hint, you suck on the blunt, not nearly as deep as usual. You had a feeling that you wanted to be at least partially sober for this conversation.

“He said that I was using you.” His piercing gaze meets your eyes and the world stills. The smoke gets stuck in your lungs.

“He said I didn’t love you because I was only fucking you. Said he was gonna take you.” Eddie’s eyes look away, almost in shame at his confession. He takes back the blunt.

“Oh.” You’re kind of stunned, your brain racing to absorb this information. Was Eddie Jealous?

“You know that’s all bullshit, y’know?” You place a hand on his arm. “You aren’t using me just because we’re fuck buddies and I wouldn’t fuck Jason even if it meant life or death.” You giggle at the thought. 

Eddie cringes at your use of ‘fuck buddies’ but that goes largely unoticed by you. “But he was right.” Eddie looks dead serious or you would think that he was joking.

“What?”

“I am using you. It’s all pointless fucking, y/n. You deserve someone who’s actually got the balls to say the three magic words. Someone who’s gonna treat you right.’”

You swing your legs over Eddie so that you can straddle him. 

“Eddie. There's not a single man who could treat me better. There’s no one I'd rather have than you.” You balance yourself with a hand on his chest, his confession that he thinks someone could be better to you, throwing you off balance. 

It’s true that you and Eddie have had some relations over the last few years but no one could compare to him. You only hoped that maybe you both would have the courage to be more can a couple of horny teens one day. 

Eddie looks up at you with doe eyes, running up and down your figure, mentally undressing you.

“Oh and Eddie?” You said

“Yeah?” he questions, hands reaching up to grip your hips.

“Fuck me.”

You can already feel Eddie’s hard on pressing through your jeans. You grind down on him. Eddie hands you the lit blunt to place in the ashtray as he rushes to undo his belt. You pull your shirt off, tossing it to the void that was Eddie’s bedroom floor. You leave your skirt on. Eddie likes it that way.

Eddie gets his jeans down his legs and you take the opportunity to slide down and grip his now exposed dick in your hands. His chest is aching, straining to get a full breath and you notice how blown his pupils are. 

You lick a wet stripe up his shaft, feeling every vein on your tongue. You would love to suck on his cock for ages but you can feel you both getting anxious. Your leg is twitching in anticipation. 

You lick up his dick again, reaching the top and sucking your mouth down on him. The full feeling in your throat never gets old. Eddie’s groans spur you on, bobbing your head up and down as he hardens even more. 

At some point Eddie pulls your head off of him. You scramble up his body, straddling him again and lining up your soaking pussy with his cock.

“Fuck.” Eddie Curses, hands wrapping around your waist. Moans fill the air when you sink down, finally full to the brim. Smoke swirls around you, filling the space between your entwined bodies. It smells like weed but you can’t help but think that it smells like Eddie in a pleasant, earthy way.

He bucks up into you a little, waiting for you to adjust to his length but wanting to move. You buck back, coming back down on him again. 

You moan his name, “God, Eddie, shit.”  You lift your hips again, faster this time, ready to pick up the pace.

“Fuck, Y/n?” He asks.

“Hmm” You hum, not wanting to ruin your pace. The sound of your skin slapping together fills the room around you.

“I think I’m an idiot.” He giggles, pushing you down on his cock hard and fast. 

Your retort is ripped from you in favor of a chorus of moaning.

“Hah, ah yeah, you’re my idiot, Eddie.” You throw your head back as Eddie takes over, plunging into you over and over again. You’re drunk on calling him yours. He’s your Eddie- Yours to be with, yours to fuck.

“Ha ha, real funny y/n.” He smiles as if hiding an inside joke, “I wasn’t mad at Jason. He was telling the truth. I was more mad at myself.”

“But y-” You start but Eddie thrusts up harder, deeper and cuts you off. “Shh, be quiet and listen, Princess,” He continues.

“He was right because I haven’t had the nerve to tell you how much you mean to me. I’m a fucking coward.”

You lean forward so your chest is flush against his. 

“What the hell are you saying?” His cock finds a sweet spot inside of you and it has you seeing stars again. You almost miss what he says next.

“I’m sayin’ that I love you, Y/n. And I don’t want to be just some guy you fuck around with on the weekends either.” Your eyes trace his lips and before you expect it, Eddie is crashing his lips to yours, messy and wild and so authentically Eddie. 

Suddenly, he pulls away and flips both of you over, your back hitting the mattress as Eddie continues his assault on your poor cunt. The switch in angle has you reeling for the hundredth time that night and you nearly faint from the overwhelming euphoric feeling.

“Eddie! Ah-Fuck, Baby!” You cry out, reaching your hand to his cheek and pulling him down for another kiss. This one is more desperate, laced with a tenderness that you know that he’ll understand. 

His tongue invades your mouth, wrestling with your tongue in a game of cat and mouse. He pulls away first, a string of saliva connecting your mouths together.  

“Y-you aren’t the o-only coward,” You stutter out. Eddie’s pace is getting sloppy. You feel your walls start to spasm as the feeling of your impending orgasm creeps up. You arch into him, urging him deeper, deeper.

Eddie lets out a long, drawn out moan. “Shh, ya’ don’t have to speak, sweets.”

“I-I- Fuck-” You swear, choking on your words.

“Eddie-” You pant, your hips bouncing against his, core tightening up. “Eddie, I love you too! I’ve loved you since I sneaked you into prom, since we first kissed-” You choke out right before Eddie’s strokes slow and the white blinding light takes over. “Shit.” he whispers. You hear Eddie moaning your name, elevating your already mind blowing orgasm. It’s your name that Eddie is calling.

Your chest heaves as you come down from your high. You peer up at the flustered man on top of you. He’s so goddamn pretty, sweat glistening against his neck, eyes sweeping over your body.

Fuck. He’ll be the death of you.

He leans down, craning his neck to connect your lips again. It’s sweet, his lips moving intimately against yours. He rolls onto his side so he doesn’t have to hold himself up or crush you with his weight, pressing his forehead tenderly against yours. A comfortable silence closes around both of you, content to just soak in the moment.

Before either of you either speak, Eddie already has a big grin stretched on his face. You’re pretty sure your smile mirrors his- maybe it’s even wider than his.

“So I take it we’ll be doing that more often?” Eddie twirls a piece of his hair nervously, a grin still beaming on his face. He almost acts like a schoolgirl in love. He might as well be. If you’re honest, you feel the same way. Giddy. Smitten.

“Hmm, do you mean making love or professing our love for each other dramatically?” You ask teasingly, your hands making your way to his waist, running them up and down his body.

“Hell, why not both.” Eddie says. Your noses bump and you feel yourself getting dragged in again, lips pressing into his again until neither of you can breathe.

You close your eyes, enjoying the feel of Eddie’s legs tangled with yours, his dick still warm inside of you.

“Jason was kinda right about one thing.” You say out of the blue.

Eddie shakes, leaning forward, bewildered. You contain a laugh when it looks like his eyes might just pop out of his head.

“What?”

“Well, he said I was your girlfriend in the cafeteria. I’m hoping this makes it official.” You smirk, knowingly as Eddie lets out a breath and lies next to you again. He pulls you closer with a hand on your waist.

“It’s official if you’ll have me, the freak, as your boyfriend.” He rubs his thumb in circles over your skin. It’s intoxicating.

“Of course, baby, I'm all yours.” You settle into his chest, enjoying the cuddling that you never seemed to have time for before.

“One condition,” He says sternly. You tense up, expecting the worst. What if he didn’t mean it- does he want to see other people- does he have a weird kink- That last one didn’t sound too bad but-

“Please, never ever mention Jason right after I get done fucking you again.” You burst out laughing, the request cracking you up. “What? I do not want his name corrupting your precious little mouth.” He adds indignantly.

“Deal,” you squeak out, still laughing while tears pool into your eyes.

“Har har,” he mocks, “It’s not funny.” He says that but his smile is still stretched out on his face and he’s flipping you on your back, tickling your sides with a childlike playfulness.

He finally stills, finding his face close to yours, eyes searching for any sign of the same exploding feeling in your chest.  

“Again?” You whisper breathlessly, just loud enough for him to hear.