#THAT TRAILER HIT ME OUT OF NOWHERE BOI

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's supposed to be writing. The guys, they all agreed they'd each come to practice armed with two whole new songs they could pick from to add to their set list at the Hideout. And he's got his pen, and he's got his most recent trusty Composition Book, and all his lyrics are fucking bullshit about golden tanned skin and honeyed eyes and tracing constellations in freckles and moles, pathetic lines about being twisted in bed sheets, and the hopeless love he found himself in.

For the fifth time in an hour, he rips out the offending page, crunches it into a tight ball, and throws it across the room.

He can't write about Steve Harrington for the rest of his life; spend his nights aching for the boy who established himself as a fixture in Eddie's life and then just disappeared.

The worst of it--the very worst--is that Eddie knew better. Steve was never his, not in any real way, no matter how many times they fucked. He's Steve Harrington. Straightest guy in Hawkins. Popular. Rich. Whole fucking life laid out for him on a silver platter. And Eddie fell for him. It's the Munson curse, he supposes; always wanting what you can't have.

It started the way these things usually do, "got any weed?" and "come back to my place, Harrington" and "I got this stupid job at the mall, meet me there?" and lying "hey, guys, can't make band practice, gotta help Uncle Wayne" and "Munson, I really want--can I kiss you?"

In every other fantasy Eddie's ever had, it ends there. Steve gets his kiss and they never see each other again. But Steve Harrington--he's full of surprises. It catches Eddie off guard, makes him want, makes him trust. Because it's not just kisses. It's hands and mouths and "anything you want, Eddie. Let me make you feel good."

Maybe it wouldn't have hit so hard--maybe Eddie could've stopped from falling--if Steve hadn't been so good. Bitchy, sure, but genuine and kind. Had this whole gaggle of junior high kids he babysat, like what the fuck. Would hang out with Wayne and shoot the shit about whatever sports nonsense was on tv. Harrington never was as mean, as spoiled, as superficial as Eddie suspected.

Then Starcourt. That's when it all changes. Steve stops coming around then, in the aftermath. It hurts, but Eddie tells himself it's for the best. Now, he knows it would have been.

Two weeks with no contact, and Steve shows up at his door in the middle of the night. Eddie winces at the healing bruises and cuts on his face, can't imagine how much worse they were to start. He steps aside, lets Steve in, plans to say that he can't be whatever they are anymore.

Steve kisses him. It's a hot, needy thing, wild with teeth and tongue, nothing like before. Eddie is helpless to it, helpless to the way Steve grinds against him, already hard. He should slow it down, check-in that Steve is in the right headspace for this, but Steve is moaning low in his throat and Eddie can't think.

They're in Eddie's bed and Steve says, "fuck me, Eddie?" and Eddie says "are you sure" because he can't stop himself. Steve rolls his eyes (beautifuly bitchy), says, "I need to feel you inside me, baby."

How can Eddie say no?

Eddie's never done this before, but it doesn't matter. It's everything--Steve is everything--he could ask for.

The next morning, he expects Steve to be gone. Thinks they'll never see each other again. But he finds Steve in the kitchen, in his boxers and Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, making eggs and talking to Wayne like it's the most normal thing in the world.

The next month and a half are the best of Eddie's life. He and Steve spend more time together than they do apart. Nights at Eddie's trailer, in Eddie's bed. Days lounging at the Harrington pool and driving around the nothing that surrounds Hawkins. Sometimes they'll stop in the middle of nowhere, climb on top of the van, and just--be. Steve takes his shirt off, and Eddie traces their names in the sun-soaked freckles, thinking maybe he really gets to have this, have Steve.

It ends as quickly as it started. One morning in September, Steve is cupping Eddie's neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, saying, "sorry, baby, gotta get home for my parents. I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

Except Eddie doesn't. Eddie doesn't see Steve that night, or the night after, or the night after that. He stops coming around and all Eddie is left with is a broken heart and these piss poor excuses for songs.

He rips out the latest page, waxing lyrical about the wonders of August, and time slipping away, and the boy he'll never forget. Crumples it into a ball and bats it into a pile of junk accumulated in the corner of his room.

Eddie needs a break.

He flies into the living room, snatches up his keys from the floor by the coffee table, and flees his house and all those memories of Steve. It's not like he has anywhere specific to go, so he drives around town, with his windows down and his music up.

His tires screech as he rounds the corner to the video store and arcade. He's not planning on stopping, but honestly, maybe a few rounds of Space Invaders is exactly what he needs.

The van hasn't even come to a stop in the parking spot when his eyes fall on Steve Harrington. He's standing in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by a gang of kids (including some of Eddie's new little sheepies) and Robin Buckley. Steve wears a sunny yellow sweatshirt, tight jeans, and his hair is perfectly coifed, falling in an elegant wave. His hands are on his hips, mouth and brows pinched stern. He's gorgeous, perfect.

It's an assault, an attack, Eddie's entire body shakes as the months they spent together crash over him. He has the van in reverse before he consciously thinks to do so, flooring it out of the space hard enough to burn rubber.

The noise, the speed, it draws the entire group's attention to him.

His eyes meet Steve's.

Time stops and so does he, idling in the middle of the parking lot. For a second, one moment in time, Steve's face falls. His mouth loses that grumpy pinch, his eyebrows drop, his beauty transformed by grief, by fucking longing.

Steve takes a step forward, and Eddie hits the gas, van screaming out of the parking lot. He watches the group shrink in his rearview mirror, sure that he imagined the sorrow in Steve's face, anyway.

They're nothing to each other.

Never were.

By popular request: Part Two

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #oneshot #ficlet #angst #no happy ending #august #summer romance #heartbreak #mutual pining #based on a taylor swift song #i probably went overboard with the references to the lyrics #i'm not sorry #it's about the longing #august slipped away into a moment in time #whatever you do don't think about how the next time they see each other is Eddie pinning Steve to the wall in the boat house

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 25

part 1 | part 24 | ao3

cw: throwing up, recreational alcohol & drug use

“Well, thank fuck I didn’t wear the Reeboks,” Eddie laughs.

Steve groans 'Jesus,' because he doesn't know what else there is to say to that. Eddie came out of nowhere. Materialized like some kind of freaky wizard. And that would— that would be on brand, wouldn’t it?

Eddie the magician. Eddie the shapeshifter.

Maybe Eddie is Misty? Would explain why she left him all those dead rats when he first—

“Oh, fuck.” His stomach rolls at the thought, a hot-cold-nasty-sick shiver down his spine, and he bends forward to retch again. Hits the grass this time at least, right between Eddie’s boots; groans and spits drool into the dirt. Eddie smooths a hand between his shoulder blades, which is nice, even if everything else about this totally blows.

“Godddd,” he moans when the dry heaving stops. He lifts his head to apologize and nearly tips himself into the mess he just made.

“Whoa, whoa whoa, hey; easy,” Eddie shushes, steadying him with both hands. Warm palms against his biceps; firm grip.

“S’nice.”

“Yeah?” Eddie grins, private and soft. "Alright, arms up."

"Mmh?"

"Up! Come on, sweetheart, up you get." He loops Steve’s arms around his neck, wearing him like a cape. Steve giggles into his fluffy curls, nuzzles his nose into them because they're warm and Eddie smells nice, and time does that weird drunk thing where Steve slow blinks and suddenly they're a hundred yards away.

Edge of the creek, downstream from the falls where the water’s just a thin squiggle cut through smooth, mossy stone. Eddie's got Steve facedown across his lap, gathering up his hair and making a headband with his hands, and he's apologizing in advance for Steve-doesn't-know-what.

"Big breath," Eddie warns him, and then he dips Steve's face in the icy stream like he's battering fried chicken in a goddamn egg wash. Two quick dunks, the cold ripping through Steve's nerves; it's all finger-licking fucked.

"What the hell?!" Steve splutters when Eddie lifts him up, rolls him onto his back and smiles down at him.

"Mornin', sunshine!"

"Jesus Christ!"

Eddie's laughing at him hard. "Sorry, big boy. Had to wake you up somehow."

He brushes Steve's bangs off his face, and Steve pants up at him, wide awake now. Trembling. In the dark, Eddie's eyes look nearly black. Two inkpots full of moonlight.

“'M awake," Steve mumbles to distract himself from the sudden kick-throb behind his ribs. "Sorry I barfed on your shoes."

“Ah, comes with the territory.” Eddie kicks his legs out, rinsing the toes of his boots off in the stream. “Drug dealer, remember? Seen a lot worse than this at parties, sweetheart, I can promise you that."

Steve blinks at him. Still feels syrupy and slow like he's wading through mud. Sweetheart. The word's a fog machine in his mind. Hazy warmth; candy clouds. "If... If you're a drug dealer, then... should've woken me up with drugs."

"Oh?"

"Mhmm. Jus' rude not to, really."

Eddie's lips quirk. His eyes are soft, his fingers combing through Steve's hair, and Steve's head is still in his lap, even though it probably shouldn't be. "If you want coke..." he murmurs, his voice a low, fond rumble, "you can just ask for it."

"Yeah?"

"Sure, Stevie."

Steve watches with rapt attention as Eddie reaches into his jacket, pulls out a little baggie and holds it up in question. Steve gulps; nods.

Fuck yeah. He hasn't had coke in forever.

Eddie pours the smallest amount onto the back of one hand, licks the thumb of his other and presses it into the pile, coating it in white powder. He brings it up to Steve's mouth and rests it right against his lip — barest hint of pressure; not hovering, not pushing in. "Well, go on," he smirks.

Steve makes a questioning sound that comes out like a whine, a high, nasal thing in the back of his throat. His cock stirs in his jeans.

"Ask me," Eddie whispers.

"Can I have it?" Steve asks. He can feel Eddie's thumb against his lips as he speaks; has to stop himself from flicking out his tongue to get a taste. "Please?"

"Fuck," Eddie hisses between his teeth. "Yeah, baby." He presses into the meat of Steve's bottom lip; drags it down, exposes skin that's wet and warm. Dances over it with the pad of his thumb — the inside of Steve's lip, his gums, his tongue.

There's no mistaking the sound Steve makes for anything but a moan, throaty and deep as he sucks Eddie's thumb deeper into his mouth; hollows his cheeks, makes Eddie gasp. Makes him twitch his hips up under Steve, and it's good, and Steve feels like there are live wires where his veins used to be, the rush of the coke and Eddie's hands and Eddie's noises in his good ear, and—

"Hey!" someone shouts across the field. Eddie moves like he's been shot at, flinching away from Steve entirely, a hand pressed over his lap as he turns to see who's coming.

Steve lifts his head to look. His mouth is buzzing, lips full and flushed like he's been kissing someone. Kissing Eddie. God, he wants to. Wants to hike him up the falls, shove him hard against a tree.

But he can't. Because Jason Carver's here now.

Great.

—

part 26

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #my fic #cw: alcohol #cw: drugs

[steddieas-shegoes]

Headcanon: Steve has really intense panic attacks. They hit out of nowhere. The person he goes to when they hit is Wayne Munson who he met the first time he was alone & had a panic attack. Post spring break from hell, Eddie recovered fully, Steve has a really bad one & goes to the Munson trailer where Eddie lets him & watches his uncle calm & sooth Steve.

Steve ran into the trailer, door nearly knocking a frame off the wall as he rushed inside.

Wayne stood up from his chair, already prepared to do whatever Steve needed.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“Can’t. Breathe.”

Wayne could tell he couldn’t. This was more than just being out of breath from running; this was a panic attack. A bad one from the way he could see Steve shaking.

“Alright, son. C’mon.”

Wayne barely got the words out before Steve was falling into his arms, his breath coming in sharp pants, his body too tense.

“You feel my heartbeat?”

Steve didn’t answer.

Wayne saw Eddie come out of his room from the corner of his eye, but didn’t pay much attention.

Steve needed him right now.

“Steve, you gotta find my heartbeat.”

Steve’s hand rested against his chest and he pulled him tighter against him.

“There ya go. You feel it right there? That’s what yours should be. You gotta focus on me. I’m right here. You’re right here with me. We’re in the trailer and Eddie’s right across the room waitin’ for ya. You gotta match my breaths first though.”

Steve was trying, he could tell.

He could feel him slowly finding a balance between the panic and the breathing pattern he needed.

“Almost there. You’re doin’ great, kiddo.”

“Saw it.”

“Saw what, son?”

“Eddie dying.”

“Well, that can’t be right. He’s over there chompin’ at the bit to hold ya. Alive and well. Right, Ed?”

Eddie got a bit closer, nervous to interrupt Wayne’s hard work.

“Yeah. Right here, big boy.”

Steve let out a strangled laugh, and then a sob.

“You ready for him or you need more time?”

“Need him.”

“Alright.”

Wayne pulled away, but cupped Steve’s face in his hands and placed a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re alright. You’re alive and here. Eddie’s alive and here. I’m alive and here. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie moved in quickly, not wanting Steve to have a moment without a caring touch.

“Thanks, Wayne.”

“Anytime. You boys need anything I’ll be right there in my chair.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #headcanon

[justmeinadaze]

Do you know what I’m thinking about?

Boxer!Eddie and Boxer!Steve

Enemies to lovers oof.

A/N: A gift for you on this Friday. We're all just horny, thirsty bitches. Lol. Love ya!

Warning: SMUT (slightly rough with some dirty talk and choking), ANGST (they aren't fans of each other; Eddie mentions his rough upbringing) FLUFF (at the end if you squint)

Word Count: 1935

Steve hated everything about him. His long hair that flowed around his shoulders before pulling it back during a fight. His stupid, cocky smile when he was being interviewed by the press or during a conference when they took his picture. Steve hated his snarky attitude that made it seem like he could care less about the sport as a whole. He despised the way his shorts hung low enough to expose the V leading into the waistband. He thought those tattoos splattered across his well-toned chest were ridiculous. But the one that Steve hated most of all was the fact that Eddie Munson didn’t seem intimidated by him at all. 

Steve Harrington had been training to be a boxer since he left high school, finding a peace in the ring that he never found anywhere else. He worked hard to get where he was and this new up and comer just bursts onto the scene without a care in the world or even putting in the time. 

“Mr. Munson! Do you really think you will be the one to finally knock out Mr. Harrington here?”, a reporter asked making Eddie grin widely. 

“I mean, I haven’t been knocked out yet either so we’ll see.”

“Mr. Harrington! Thoughts?”

“I’ve been boxing now for over 5 years and worked hard. I’m not worried.”

“Are you implying I didn’t work hard, Stevie?”, Eddie teases.

“DON’T. Call me that. I’m not your fucking friend, Munson.”

“Ooo someone is grumpy this morning.”, he chuckles. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Harrington?”

“I woke up just fine. What side of the trailer did you wake up on?!”

The metalhead narrowed his eyes in his direction as his jaw tightened and he turned away. 

***

Steve’s leg bounced in his corner of the ring as he glared across the way at his opponent. Eddie seemed more jazzed up than usual, staring back at him with just as much anger and annoyance. The bell rung as both men stood and met each other in the middle.

They each got in some good hits, Steve underestimating Eddie’s strength as he hit the mat hard, spitting out blood before rising to his feet. He could hear his dad’s voice in his head, ringing in his ears. 

“Come on, son. You have to do better. You can’t just be lazy your entire life. I swear to God, you aren’t trying as hard as you should be.”

Steve swung his arm but Eddie swiftly blocked it and delivered his final blow, knocking the boy to the mat again. As the ref began counting down, Steve stared out into the audience as the images blurred around him and he passed out.

***

“You should go home, ya know, before I leave you here again in the dark.”, Eddie taunted as he walked through the arena to head for his car, stopping when he found Steve sitting cross legged in the middle of the ring. “Everyone else is already gone.”

“Good so get the fuck out of here so I can be alone.”

“Jesus Christ. You have an attitude problem.”, the long-haired boy scoffs as he starts for the door. 

“I have an attitude problem?! No, Munson, you’re the one with the problem!”, he shouted giving the other man pause. 

“Oh yeah? How so, pretty boy?”

“I have worked every day for this! I put in the time and training and you show up out of nowhere with your blasé attitude like boxing is the easiest fucking thing in world!”

“I didn’t work hard?”, he countered as he threw his gear to the ground and climbed up into the ring to face him. “I didn’t train and do anything possible to get here?! Oh no. How could I? Eddie Munson is just some trailer trash idiot who couldn’t be on the same level as Steve fucking Harrington. What would make you approve of me, huh? Maybe if I trained with equipment like Ivan Drago I could come close, huh, Stevie?”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“Or what?”

Steve takes a swing at him but Eddie swiftly moves out of the way, grabbing his arm and tossing him towards the ropes. 

“You know, I can’t believe I actually fucking looked up to you.” The metalhead takes off his jacket and tosses it away as the other boy does the same. “When I was growing up, I was a huge wrestling fan. More than anything I studied the moves so when my drunk father came at me I could defend myself.”

Steve charged towards him and once again Eddie threw him to the floor. 

“When I finally had enough money to find a gym and train, rumors about thee Steve Harrington flew all around the boxing circuit. I thought ‘Maybe one day I can be as good as him.’ Now I know…I’m better.”, he smirks and allows the other boy to actually tackle him to the mat.

They wrestle on the floor for a bit before Eddie gets the upper hand and locks Steve between his legs.

“See, I think your problem is you over think everything. It’s all numbers and stats for you. That’s why you hate me, isn’t it. Because I don’t give a shit about any of that. I just want to do good and have fun. Do you have fun anymore, Stevie?”

Elbowing him in the side, Steve flips Eddie over onto his back and straddles his waist as he pins his wrists to the floor.

“Oh…”, Eddie coos softly as he rolls his hips upwards, grazing the bulge between Steve’s legs. “I see. You need to be in control to have fun don’t you, big boy? You need to be the best at everything or else you’re a failure is that it?”

Steve exhales heavily, releasing the man from his hold with the intention of standing up and walking way but Eddie quickly grabs his face and roughly brings it down to hover over his own. 

“Don’t let your dad dictate how you live your life. I don’t.” 

With that he yanked Steve’s lips his own. Something lit up inside Steve he hadn’t felt in a long time, passion. When he pulled away, Eddie saw it reflecting in his eyes and smirked up at him, willing to play his game. 

Wrapping his arms around his waist, the long-haired boy wrestled him onto his back and kissed him again, sliding his tongue along his own as he continued to grind against him. 

Steve pushed Eddie’s chest, maneuvering him till he was underneath him once more and placed his palm around his throat lightly choking him as Eddie’s hands roamed underneath the man’s shirt. 

“Come on, Stevie, baby. Show me what you got.”

Growling, he pushed up onto his knees and unbuckled his belt, reaching into his pants to pull out his cock. Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise at the man’s size causing Steve to flash him a smirk of his own. 

“I think it’s time I shut that mouth up for you.”

Leaning forward, he guided himself into the man’s awaiting mouth, groaning when he felt him choke around him. Eddie tried to continue to wrestle but Steve had the upper hand here, gripping his hair tightly in his fingers. 

“You can take my cock. Trust me. Your mouth is fucking big enough with all the attitude that comes out of it.” 

Eddie quickly kicked off his shoes and looped his legs around Steve’s chest, knocking him backward as he climbed on top of him, and lifted off his shirt. 

Steve mewled as Eddie’s lips sloppily kissed down his chest before enveloping him in his mouth again. The man’s own limbs circled around the metalhead’s waist but he didn’t try to pin him this time. More than anything, he just wants him closer. 

Eddie drooled and spit around him, taking him as far back into his throat as he could. He was genuinely surprised at how good the man beneath him tasted, half expecting his natural flavor to be as bland as Steve seemed. Maybe there was more to him he didn’t know. 

Hell, Steve misjudged him so badly, he may have very well done the same. 

Steve released Eddie from his hold and roughly lifted him by the chin to bring his lips to his. After yanking down his shorts, the long-haired boy straddled his waist again before reaching between them and slowly sliding his cock into his entrance. 

Their eyes scrunched close as Steve’s head fell forward onto his chest and Eddie responded by threading his fingers through his fluffy hair.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”, Eddie purred as he pulled off his shirt, mewling when Steve’s lips kissed along his tattoos. 

Once he was fully seated on his lap, he leaned back a little to watch Eddie bounce on top of him. The long, wavy hair he had hated fell around the boy’s face blocking those intensely, beautiful chocolate eyes that he had glared into numerous times. Those stupid tattoos he hadn’t liked were now glistening with sweat and his spit as Steve ran his mouth along his upper body.

That sarcasm he hated was now muted by moans and pants as his cock hit Eddie’s spot repeatedly causing him to clench tighter around him. 

“Talk to me.”, Steve moaned. “I want to hear you.”

“Why?”, Eddie breathily chuckled. “I-I thought you hated my sass. We’re—shit—we’re not friends, right?”

Grabbing his neck, Steve flipped them around till Eddie was underneath him, grunting as he roughly thrust his cock deeper into him.

“T-Tell me why, Steve. Why do you need to hear how good you feel inside of me? Mmm—that no one has ever been this deep. Do you need to feel like you’re succeeding to get off?”

The man’s eyes met his before leaning down to place his head in the nook between Eddie’s neck and shoulder. His hips slam into his own till he hears the metalhead groan and cling to his hair as ropes of his seed hit his stomach. Steve follows close behind, panting loudly in his ear as he releases his spend inside of him. 

Falling to his side, both men breathe heavily as they try to catch their breath. As Eddie pulls up his shorts and reaches for his shirt, he winces slightly as his other arm wraps around his ribs. 

“They should have put ice on that.”, Steve responds casually as he grabs the boy’s shirt and hands it to him. “You’re also probably going to need to tape it up if your ribs are bruised.”

“I’m fine, Harrington, but thanks for the advice.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he huffs, rolling his eyes as he gets to his feet. “Still so fucking stubborn.”

Grabbing his shirt and his gear, Steve heads for the edge of the ring and throws his things to the floor. Allowing himself one more cursory glance, he watches Eddie struggle to put on his clothes before meeting him at the edge.

“Sit.”

“Huh?”

“Just sit! Please.”

Taken a back, Eddie does what he commands as Steve jumps down, carefully places his strong hands on the man’s sides, and guides him down beside him. 

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome. I need you 100% if we’re going to be in the ring together again for a rematch.”

As he starts to walk away, he pauses when he hears Eddie’s voice echo through arena. 

“Hey, Stevie! Did you mean the fight with gloves or without?”, the metalhead smirks as he waits for an answer. 

“Keep calling me that and you’ll find out soon enough.”

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Safe In Your Dreams

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: angst, major character death, fluff

Summary: You don't know what you have until it's not there anymore.

Square Filled: drowning in their sorrows for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

“Come on, if we hurry, we might make it before the trailers are over,” you giggle.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? I have money.”

“And give it to those corporate assholes? You know barely any of the money goes to the theaters. They all go to the production company that makes the movies. I’ve done this once or twice. They don’t care if you sneak in. All they care about are their popcorn and food sales. That’s why they’re priced so high. That’s how they make their money.”

Spencer looks unsure about sneaking into a theater, and you yank open the back door with a smile.

“We’re gonna get caught.”

“Sure, with that attitude. Just tilt your chin up and pretend like you know where you’re going. Works every time.” Still, the unsure look doesn’t leave Spencer’s face. “If it really means that much to you, we can do it the normal way and go through the front.”

Spencer might be part of the FBI but who doesn't indulge in a little rebellious act every once in a while? Spencer takes your hand with a smile and steps toward you.

“Lead the way.”

“I knew you were a bit of a bad boy,” you joke and lead him inside the theater.

You lead Spencer inside the movie theater and away from anyone who might kick you out. There is a movie showing you’ve been wanting to see and happened to drag your boyfriend along with you for the ride. There is popcorn in your bag that you popped yourself so you don’t have to buy the theater’s popcorn.

You two walk into the theater you want and head to the very back so as not to bother anyone else. It’s a cheesy horror movie that has you laughing rather than screaming. Spencer isn’t a huge fan of horror but loves movies like these because it’s something you love to do.

Another thing you love to do with Spencer that he also enjoys is playing min-golf. You two clearly don’t know what you’re doing but it doesn’t matter because you’re having fun.

“Spencer, I think you’re doing it wrong,” you giggle.

He holds the golf club at an angle and hits the ball but it goes nowhere near the hole. It bounces off several walls and goes back to where he started.

“I suck at this game,” he smiles.

“Let me show you how it’s done.”

You walk to the front and set your ball down. You look at the hole on the other end of the course and bring your club back only to hit it super hard. The ball not only goes flying, it flies right into the set instead of on the grass. This course is a pirate’s theme so there are wooden pirates everywhere, and the ball nearly takes off one of their heads.

The couple behind you stares at you in judgment for acting like children. You two are giggling like school girls, but the couple doesn’t think it’s funny.

“Maybe you should play the right way,” the woman says.

“Maybe you should mind your fucking business,” you snap.

The woman is shocked you talked to her that way, and you turn to Spencer with a giggle. She storms off to presumably get security which means you and Spencer have to go before you get in trouble.

“It’s not good for an FBI agents to be caught with petty vandalism.”

“Then we better not get caught!”

Mini golf might not be the best date idea since you and Spencer can’t play for shit, but the kind of dates you love taking Spencer on are beach dates. The perfect time of day to go is when the sun is setting since the clouds are bright pink, orange, and purple, and the sun makes the water shimmer magically.

“Are you ready?” you grin at Spencer.

“As ready as you can be.”

“Don’t push me this time.”

The water crashes on the shore, and you and Spencer run from the water. You two look like little kids who don’t want to get wet but you don’t care. Once the water recedes back into the ocean, you and Spencer walk closer to water. The waves crash onto the shore again, and tyou and Spencer take off running away from it. The water splashes on the back of your ankles, and you squeal at how cold it is. The East Coast waters are a lot warmer than the West Coast, but it’s still winter.

Spencer scoops you up into his arms and walks closer to the water that has receded.

“Don’t drop me,” you giggle and hold onto him.

When the water crashes onto the shore, Spencer attempts to run from it but ends up slipping and falling. He turns so that you land on him instead of the ground, but the water washes over both of you. You scream playfully from how cold the water is and Spencer shivers from the temperature. You lean down and kiss him just as another wave washes upon you.

Though, the best date you’ve ever been on with Spencer is when he took you to a rooftop restaurant. He had to work late because of the BAU but managed to get a reservation a the restaurant since he was friends with the chef. Since it was past closing time, there was no one else on the roof but you two, and it overlooked the city which only added to how romantic it was.

“Damn, you can see everything up here,” you say. “It’s very beautiful.”

Spencer stares at you as you admire the city below. “Yeah, it is.”

Soft music is flowing through the speakers, and Spencer gets up and extends his hand to you. The chef has your orders so while you wait, Spencer wants to fill the time with dancing. You look away from the city and blush at his hand. When you grab his hand, he pulls you into him so that your head is resting on his cheat. You can hear his heartbeat underneath your ear which releases an abundance of endorphins in your head.

Your hand is so small compared to his, so he envelopes yours completely. Everything else in your life goes away because the only thing you can focus on is Spencer and this moment. You’re so in love with him that it’s overwhelming and consuming. You’ve never felt this way about another person before.

You’re not sure where you’d be without him in your life.

A few weeks after that rooftop date, you and Spencer are in the park near your shared apartment. It’s nearing midnight so there aren’t any kids playing around. It’s just you and Spencer which is all that you want. You two are swinging lightly on the swings, and you look up at the stars that twinkle for you.

“Do you still read the book I made for you?” he suddenly asks.

You look at him and slightly frown.

“No, I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too painful, I guess. It reminds me of you and I get really sad,” you sigh.

“I see,” he nods.

“I hope you’re not mad.”

“Mad at a cute little thing like you? Never.” He stops swinging and looks at you seriously. “I do have to go, though.”

“No, please stay,” you whimper.

“I can’t darling. I promise I’ll be back soon.”

He gets off the swing and approaches you from the front. He pulls you close and kisses your head. You close your eyes to savor this moment but when you open them, you’re in your bedroom. The room is dull in color and the curtains are drawn closed to prevent light from coming through.

The alarm clock reads seven AM. You should be at work. You should be with your team. Instead, you roll to the empty spot in bed and bring Spencer’s pillow closer to you. You stain the sheet with your tears as you force yourself to go to sleep.

Your dreams are the only place you get to see Spencer now.

x

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#349

“You look surprised to see us in your home.  C’mon in we have things to discuss.  If you are looking for a place to run, Bubba behind you will make sure you don’t do that.  You should feel free to come into your own home.  Get in.  Bubba close the door….

“You seem too calm for this.  It’s like you expected three strange men to be in your trailer home out here in the middle of nowhere.  Do you know why we are here?  Yeah, you do.  You raped a fourteen-year-old girl, and then due to a technicality got off. 

“We have no idea who this little girl is, nor who her family are.  We don’t even know who the friend of the family is who contacted someone who contacted someone who contacted us.  We were provided your pic, your address, and who in town still cares for you.  Nobody.  We were sent here to make sure you never do it again. 

“Bubba.  Hold him.  You ain’t going anywhere.  Here, this collar will help with that.  Zeke hand me the lock….  And… it’s on.  Bubba let him go. 

“Ok Shithead.  I will give you one second to run, if you can get free then you are free.  One, two,… three. 

“Ha! Ha!  Your one second didn’t even get you to the door before that shock collar knocked you on your ass.  That delivered a punch, hunh?  Keep in mind that was on setting one.  There are five.  Each of us have a remote, and we can up it to any setting we feel like.  A few things about that collar, first it isn’t just an animal collar; it was designed by some very twisted men in Berlin.  There are three terminals, so that at least one will be in touch with your neck.  There are sensors that will monitor if you should want to put a barrier between the contacts and your skin.  There are other sensors in place should you want to cut it off.  Basically, you’re fucked.

“…Well, figuratively fucked.  The literal fucking will happen as soon as you get up….  Get up bitch….  There you go.  Now strip for us.  We want to see what we get to play with.  You heard me.  And take your time.  We are going to enjoy you putting on a show for us. 

“Shirt first.  Look at those pecs!  Nice abs too.  Your chest hair is kinda weird, like it’s all in one spot between you nips.

“What you don’t know about us three is that we prefer men.  I know I am getting a chubby.  How about you guys? 

“Now shoes and socks….  Pants and undies!...  Well lookie there….  You go commando.  More men should do that.  Average dick.  Zeke! Look at those balls.  They are huge! 

“Zeke likes balls….  Bitch, don’t you pull away.  We are going to be doing some nasty stuff to you.  We have every right to access every part of your body.  You don’t have any say in that.  You got that? 

“Now turn around and show us your asshole….  Damn! That’s one bubble butt.  Boys, I think we hit the jackpot with that.  Oh man….  Now show us that hole.  That’s it, bend over and pull your cheeks apart.  Damn!  That’s a virgin hole for sure.  Bitch, you a virgin back there?...  Hot damn!  We get to smash yet another cherry.  Hoo-wee!  Face us and get on your knees…. 

“Guys show him your remotes….  See them Bitch?  That’s so you don’t forget what non-compliance looks like.  Nod if you understand….  Good!

“Now which of us three do you want to rape you first?...  What the fuck?...  Pleading now?  None of us care about you other than being our cumdump pain freak.  So, you have three seconds before you experience shock level two.  Who do you want to take your cherry?  One… Two…

“Me?  Wow.  I haven’t been selected in a long time.  Our victims usually go for Bubba or Zeke, foolishly thinking that the quiet ones aren’t as much of an asshole.  OK bitch, crawl over to me and take my cock out of my pants.

“There you go.  Reach up and feel my bulge.  It’s big hunh?  All three of us are.  Unzip me and take me out.  I too go commando.  Look at my dickhead.  Just think that’s going to be shoved in deep in just about a minute.  Right now, your job is to get as much spit on it as you can.  Throat slime would be better.  That’s the only lube I will use when I smash your cherry.

“If you want a lot of slime on it, try to touch your chin with your tongue.  Like that.  Here let me do this.  Your throat opens up nicely with that.  Choke and gag on this dick!  I can feel the slime coating my cock.  Remember this trick.

“Keep going.  You’ll want to get your hole to relax.  We are going to be using it all day.  All three of us are multiple cummers.  But we are going to do other things too.  My arm will eventually go in your cunt.  Zeke will be destroying your balls.  And Bubba will sit on your face for a deep tongue cleaning.

“We are here until around midnight.  We don’t want to be seen leaving with you secured in our truck.  And when Bubba torches this place, we want to have it burn completely to the ground before the fire department comes out.  Yeah, you are not going back to the shambles of your previous life.  You are going to disappear into the underground where you will be sold into a much different existence.  No one will care that you are gone.

“Guys, there it is; the realization has hit him.  Get him bent over his couch…  Hold him down.  Let him struggle futilely as he grasps the last moment of being a man.

“Bitch, we were paid to rape you and make sure you never do it again.  And if you are wondering how we will prevent you from doing it again, let me just say that Zeke grew up on a farm and he knows how to castrate bulls.  Your balls are the only verification the person who hired us wants.

“Hot damn!  Here it goes.  Scream fucker!  Scream!  Goddamn!  I love smashing virgin cunt!”

[i-me-mine]

As time goes by | Chapter 1: A storm is coming

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

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“You’re a lifesaver; you know that, right?” 

Eddie opens his door, kisses you on the cheek, and quickly takes your backpack, storming inside his trailer again. You are startled by his reaction - you know that today is campaign day, and he was worried about his DnD notebook left at his locker… and how happy he was when you offered to get it for him. Still, he was way more agitated than you expected. 

His head appeared at the door frame again, with furrowed brows. “Hey, you are coming inside, or what?”. His eyes seemed worried, enough to bring you back to your senses. “Sure, I’m coming.”

As you enter the trailer, you notice that Eddie is nowhere to be seen. You assume that he is already in his bedroom. “Give me back the backpack, will you? I’ll cook you dinner, but I need the ingredients I brought.”, you ask him. 

The trailer was a bit of a mess, and by seeing the blue mug at the kitchen sink, you knew that Wayne had already left for his shift at the plant - you wanted to cook him something before he left, but it seemed that you’d have to put his portion on the refrigerator. 

“I hope you haven’t peeked at it! This new campaign is great, you will all love it. I’ve put a lot of research into it…” Eddie took out the bags from your backpack, leaving them in the kitchen for you while speaking about tonight’s campaign. As much as you wanted to read it, you knew that this would upset him, and you would find out later today at Hellfire anyway.

This was your Friday routine: you would stop by Eddie’s trailer to cook him something, have dinner together and later leave for Hellfire club to spend most of the night at the DnD campaign with him and the other boys. It was always contagious to see how excited Eddie was. His face always brights up when speaking about something he loves, such as the DnD club. 

“We should get going, or we are going to be late. Would you help me bring this to the car?” he said while packing all the notebooks, dice, and maps; simultaneously, you widened your eyes and replied, “Edward Munson, please tell me that you are not hot-wiring cars again!” 

His laugh echoed by the trailer. “So that’s what you think about me, sweetheart?” You feel that he is trying to change the subject. “You’ve done it before, Eds.” 

“And you loved those rides as far as I remember…” Then, just as you opened your mouth to reply, he gently put his finger on it to make you stop talking. 

“Don’t worry, I’m clean - I’ve fixed Finnegan’s car, and he agreed to borrow the car a few times, including today. So would you give me the extreme honor of your company, m`lady?” And he put up that large sweet smile that you love so much. So how could you argue with him this way?

It was a quick ride, and you both were able to get the room ready before the others joined. Everyone was just excited about the campaign as Eddie was. He then activated Dungeon Master mode, and you and the boys started the campaign. 

Hours passed, and everyone was tense. Eddie was ruthless, and there was a new challenge at every corner, a new twist that would put your characters to the knees. Everyone was with low health points and on the verge of giving up. But you did not want to flee. 

You could see in Eddie’s eyes that he loved that his campaign was merciless to all of you. He was ready to call it a night to continue next week when you announced that you would like to make a frontal attack with the sword.

“You would need to roll a 20 for that”, Eddie said. The chances were minimal, and your character would die with a miss. “I know; let’s proceed.”  The other boys started complaining, trying to make you change your mind. 

“Look, I’m out of health potions, and you are all busy healing yourselves, no one will be able to heal me for additional turns. So our best bet is me trying to get a hit here… in the worst-case scenario, I bought you all more time. But it will work.” Eddie gave you a sided-smile, handing you the dice and saying, “Bold move.”. 

You throw the dice with all your hopes… and see that it lands with the big eight at the top. So far away from what you needed. Eddie gets up and screams, “THAT’S A MISS!”.

Some pats on your back cannot change the fact that the new campaign was brutal, and you tried your best but failed. However, it was fun anyways, so even though you lost the battle, everyone was smiling while packing and rethinking strategies for next week.

You two happily discussed the campaign in the car on your way back, mentioning your favorite parts and even thinking about some improvements. Eddie was proud of your overall performance; you were giving him a hard time; thankfully, he was well prepared and had options for many of your out-of-the-box ideas. 

“Ok, I admit it. You were very creative today”. You could feel the pride in his voice, and he had a smile from ear to ear while saying that. 

“More than you?” you risk saying. 

“Know your limits.”, he replied, and you both started laughing. You love the sound of his laugh and how it seems to hug your heart and make all your worries disappear. 

He then parks the car. You live at the trailer right in front of his, such a short distance, but he still sees you at your door. 

“Today was fun, Eds, thank you.” Of course, every day you spend with him is always great, but you always thank him anyway; you are not sure if he realizes how much you enjoy spending time with him. 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Morning shift tomorrow?” You are happy to see that he remembers your work schedule at Arcade. 

“Yes… let’s meet at 2 pm?” You were working a lot recently, doing overtime whenever you could to get more money - but you still did your best to ensure you always had time to see him. 

“Sure, I have only a couple of deals to do in the morning, and I’ll still be with the car. I’ll pick you up there. See you tomorrow!”.  You watched him turn around and go back to his trailer. You had to admit that you would have liked it if he gave you another kiss on the cheek like earlier today... But, hey, where had this thought come from? You brushed off that thought and prepared to enter your home. 

Your father was snoring on the couch. You could smell the cigarettes and see all the beer cans spread across the floor. The good news was that, as he was sleeping, he could not scream or fight with you for arriving late. You tried to clean as much as possible before taking a shower, and as you were getting ready to sleep, you quickly looked out the window, seeing that Eddie's room lamp was still on. You wondered what he was doing but were too tired to give much thought. “Good night, Eds,” you murmured while returning to bed. 

It was another morning at The Palace Arcade. You had already cleaned the space, checked if everything was working correctly, and updated the lost and found item list, so now you just had to keep an eye on the kids playing. Suddenly, a drawing of a knight appeared in front of you, with a smiley Will behind it. 

“Hey, Happy to see you! Let me see this…” You picked up the drawing to look closer. This time he drew the knight of Dragon’s lair, one of the arcade games.  “This looks amazing, Will! You are giving me a hard time, aren’t you? Challenge accepted!” You have this little agreement with Will. Each week one of you will draw something and challenge the other to a new version of it, and then compare drawings. 

“I’m sure yours will be amazing too! Jonathan wants to know if you are still stopping by tomorrow to help with his photos. I’ll ask him to get cookies for you if you do” - You and Jonathan were friends for a while, but after Will went missing, you got closer to Will and his friends too. 

“Sure, I’ll be there! Where are the boys?” you ask, already handing him the arcade coins Jonathan had already paid for him yesterday. “They are coming. I’ll play a bit while waiting for them.” he then smiled and waved at you while going to check the machines. 

“Hello, sunshine, spoiling our customers again?” said Ben in a cheerful voice. He will pick the afternoon shift, so you didn’t expect to see him there yet. 

“Doing great! But I guess you have around 20 minutes of freedom before coming here…” you replied with a smile. Ben was always gentle with you, not only at work but also at school. He has moved to the city recently, and even though he usually hangs out with the basketball guys, he never bullies you as they do. 

He leans on the counter, saying, “But I’m not coming to work early. I just thought that maybe you would like having someone to talk to… I mean, someone that is not a child, you know?”. You wanted to reply that you didn’t mind - The kids were always lovely to you, you have fun with them, of course not much as fun as you usually have with Eddie... You headshake your head, trying to take the thought about Eddie out of your head. 

“I’m sorry, I guess you don’t want me here.”. Ben thought that when you headshaked, you were signaling that you didn’t want to talk with him. 

“That’s not what I meant. Stay, let’s talk”, you say, touching his hand to stop him from leaving. He turns to you with a smile and something in his eyes…. Hope? You don’t know, but he doesn’t let you hold on to that for long as he starts talking, and the conversation flows.

“Yeah, and that’s why I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime…” You didn’t see it coming. You were not even sure you heard it right. “Sorry, you what?” You feared it might sound rude, but you needed him to repeat that. 

“I-I asked you a question… do you want to go out sometime?”. 

“Like a date?” - you had to clarify that. 

“Y-yeah, like a date. What do you say?” 

You hope your mouth is not wide open while trying to process everything. No boy has ever asked you out before. No boy has ever even looked at you as a potential date; Nancy had told you that it was just a matter of time or maybe a case of you paying more attention to your surroundings… you wondered what she would say when you told her about it. 

“Sure, I’d love to!” You noticed you sounded a little too excited. Of course, you are not in love with Ben or anything… but he is a nice guy, so why not enjoy his company? And upon seeing how happy Ben was, it seemed the right thing. 

“Friday night, at the diner, I need to close the arcade, but then I can pick you up at your house…” and you froze. 

Ben didn’t know you lived at the trailer park, but you knew that he lived near the wealthiest side of the city. He probably wouldn’t like going to the trailer park… and your father would freak out when he sees you going out with a boy… and you don’t want to scare Ben with that. 

“I’ll meet you here, I’ll help you close, and we can go together,” you quickly said, and Ben was happy with that.

The last minutes of your shift went by fast, and you were already on the sidewalk when Eddie pulled over. As you were walking towards the car, you heard him saying, “No, no, no…” while he was walking in your direction and opened the passenger door for you. “Please allow me to help you, m’lady” - you giggled and entered the car, waiting for him to join.

“Are you hungry? I made you a sandwich. Here, take it. There are more waiting for you back home. You won’t believe the wild dream I had last night…” and the ride home was mainly you eating while he told you about his dreams of slaying beasts, how his morning was and how much he had made from today’s deals. 

Weekends and parties were always the best times for his business - you were not a big fan of him selling weed. Still, you also knew that there were not many opportunities for those from the trailer park, and his father's reputation also did not help Eddie in his attempts to find a job. 

He opened the car door for you and quickly opened the trailer door, inviting you to enter. You noticed that things were organized and clean - he had a busy morning cleaning the trailer, as he mentioned in the car. 

“I’m back home, sweetheart,” he said, taking his guitar when he entered his bedroom. You smiled, thinking how funny it was that the only two things he uses this pet name for are you and his guitar—two essential items in his life… or that’s what you would like to believe. 

“I can’t wait to show you what I learned to play,” This was how your afternoon together started. You love to see him playing. He is really in his element, and, as always, he is performing as if he was live to millions of people… but it is a private show for you. And you would bang your head and sing along to the songs. It was always priceless -  These were perfectly happy moments of your life, and you did not take them for granted. 

He then puts his guitar back in place and picks up your drawing notebook and his dungeon master notes, lending them to you. “Would you please help me draw some new creatures? I’ll get us something to drink, be right back.” 

Eddie could draw, but he always said that you were far better at it than him, and he used to explain to you what he wanted, then you did your best to translate it into the paper. You love to draw and paint; it is your form of expression - you would never be able to be theatrical as Eddie was, but if someone handed you a piece of paper and a pencil, you could draw the world. 

He comes back into the bedroom, puts Iron Maiden to play, and starts telling you what he has in mind. Then, once you start drawing, he begins his campaign preparations, both of you working on your stuff but still stopping now and then, giggling when looking at each other, drinking a little before getting back to work.

“This is gonna be great; if you guys thought yesterday was hard, next Friday would be awesome”. Your heart dropped. Friday night. Hellfire. Your date. You completely forgot about it. 

“I’m sure the guys will be prepared too… but they will love whatever is coming; they always do.” You were still thinking about how you were going to tell Eddie that you wouldn’t be there. 

“And you too, I hope. Come on, sweetheart, I know your character was knocked out yesterday, but we can work this out.” Eddie senses that something is off, but he thinks you are still frustrated about how it ended yesterday. 

“No need to worry about it. I won’t be there, one less person for you to torture” you try hard to sound playful, but your nervousness is apparent. 

“What do you mean? Is your father trying to ground you again? We can handle this, you know, right?” He is looking straight at you with a worried look. 

“No, that’s not it…” You don’t know what to say and can’t look Eddie in the eye. He is visibly anxious, raising his eyebrows, his way of asking, “What?”

“I-I c-can’t go… I have… a date” - the last word said no louder than a whisper. You are still not looking into Eddie’s eyes, but you can feel him getting up when he yells, “YOU WHAT?”

“Don’t be so mad, Eds… It’s just one night, and my character is already dead anyway.” you imagined that he would be upset, but he seems to be overreacting. 

“So you killed yourself on purpose to skip Hellfire? To go on a date?”. Eddie felt betrayed. Everything was perfect, and now you were trying to prank him. It just didn’t make sense to him. 

“I know it’s hard for you to think someone could see me as a girl worth taking on a date, Eddie, but it happened. And for the record, I didn’t kill my character on purpose, and you should know better than that.”, you scolded him. You wish he could feel how angry you are. You know how important Hellfire is for him, but you can’t understand why he is reacting that way. 

“Who is him?” - He asked, curiosity pinching his brain. 

“Ben, he works with me at the Arcade…” and before you could continue, Eddie interrupted you again, “He already spends hours with you there, and now here he is trying to take Fridays from us!!”

“Nobody is taking anyone from anything, Eds. It’s just a date. I thought you’d be happy for me!” - you were both still yelling, but now you also stand up and try to hold his hand in hopes that it would help him calm down, but he takes a step back… and it hurts you.

“I can’t be happy if you are so stupid and don’t see you making a big mistake. He doesn’t care about you, and he knows nothing about you. Does he know that you are part of the trailer park scum? Do you think that he will stick around? They don’t understand us, and they don’t want to be with us. He won’t want you.” 

You could feel the tears bubbling inside you. Eddie’s words are hurting more than you thought was possible. So this is what he feels about you? If your best friend thinks that way, what chances do you have with the rest of the world? 

“Y-you are wrong” Your head was spinning. It all seemed like a nightmare. You didn’t think that things would get as bad as they were getting. 

“No, you are!! He is going to break your heart. Mark my words.” Finally, you just couldn’t bottle your emotions anymore, which was too much. “YOU ARE THE ONE BREAKING MY HEART RIGHT NOW” you yelled at him, tears flowing out of your eyes.

“Is that so?” He gasped and changed to a blank facial expression. “As I’m no good for you, I’ll keep my distance. Just don’t come back to me when he does break your heart, ok? I tried to warn you, but you just won’t listen. You made your choice. Deal with it… without me.” 

It was too much to take in. Just a couple of minutes ago, you were smiling and having fun. How did it come to this? It just doesn’t make any sense. “Eddie, please…” you tried to say, still sobbing. 

“You should go now.” Eddie said, looking down and pointing the way out. He doesn’t want to look at you anymore. 

You pack your things and leave his bedroom. Then, holding the doorknob of his trailer front door, you look back - You still have a small hope that he would come and apologize, but he is still in his bedroom. 

You go out, dizzy, concentrating on putting one step after another. You feel your trailer is miles away from his instead of just a couple of steps. When you enter your home and see that your father is not there, a wave of relief crosses your body. You just don’t have the strength to face your father today, not after that. 

“Just a bad day, just a bad dream. Tomorrow, everything will be fine.” You say to yourself, hoping that it will come true. 

Meanwhile, Eddie is looking out the window, seeing if you got home safely. When you closed your front door and were out of his eyesight, he turned around and punched the wall, making the knuckles on his hand hurt.

He sits at his bed, fingers passing on his hair as he tries to hold his head down when a scream leaves his mouth: “FUCK!”

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Notes: I've done my best, but as this is my first fic, English is not my first language, and this had no proofreading, there may be minor mistakes; feel free to highlight any of them in the comments so I can adjust - Feedback is always appreciated too

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[beautifulblooms]

Kinda a weird request, but;

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Eddie x male reader (can be hcs)

Y/N and Eddie getting high or something together and they're crushing, but haven't talked about it.

What if, out of nowhere, Y/N just says "you were my gay awakening" or something and Eddie is just "huh?"

Y/N just talks about how Eddie made him realize he was gay and kinda had a crush on him since.

{idk if this makes sense at all 😭}

I Was Never the Same After I Saw You - Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Male! Reader, he/him, this makes perfect sense!! Thank you so much for the request, i had so much fun writing this, it is a full fic and it was one of my favorites to write, I hope you enjoy!!

And as promised the “humina humina humina Eddie Munson” line did make the final cut

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Throwing the gear shift into park I turned my keys and pulled them out of the ignition. When I opened the door a smile pulled its way onto my face when I remembered why I came over to Eddie Munson’s trailer.

It was a Friday at school, sitting in our chemistry class Eddie passed a note to me. Unfolding the notebook paper there was his adorably awful handwriting. “Wanna come over tonight and hangout? I got a new strain I wanna try out but I don’t wanna smoke alone” As much as I keep my hopes up he’ll ask me on a date I shouldn’t. I had loved Eddie for a while now but I didn’t want to ask him and end up being wrong about him and be called the town fag for the rest of my life. Grabbing my pen I wrote out a sure with a little smiley face before passing the note back. He did a small dance in his seat after reading my response.

I knocked on the front door of the Munson’s trailer, it was about 8pm so Wayne had long gone to work his night shift. There was a bunch of noise coming from inside before the door slammed open.

“(Y/n)! Come in!” There he was, the man who made me realize I didn’t want to date girls. Standing in his hellfire shirt, ripped jeans, hair a mess, leaning out the door to hold onto the handle. God I wish I could just grab his face and kiss him, but I can’t ruin this, it’s too good to lose. He stepped back and let me walk in, pulling the door closed behind us.

“Well you know what to do you’ve been here before, I’ve got snacks and drinks for tonight, I’ve got a few joints rolled for us too so we’re good for a bit. Whatdya wanna do?” His hands found their way to his back pockets, his usual stance that I had grown to find adorable and somewhat comforting.

“Smoke first I guess, we have the whole weekend and knowing your uncle he won’t be back for a while.” Kicking my shoes off at the door I followed Eddie into his room, admiring the posters and the clutter that made this space so, Him. He grabbed the joints off his desk before snagging his lucky zippo and flopping onto his bed. He gently pat the space next to him for me to sit down, before he popped open his lighter and took the first hit of the night. We didn’t take long to finish off the first two joints pretty quickly, then slowly taking drags from the third one to make it last a little longer. At this point we were both high, laid out on Eddie’s bed with random snacks and drinks on the bed with us and on his nightstands.

I looked over at Eddie, his hair spread out around his head, dopey grin while he quietly sings along to the music playing from his stereo. He looks absolutely angelic, there were only two thoughts in my mind as I looked over at him, what an angelic man, and humina humina humina Eddie Munson. Looking over his features he noticed me staring and turned his head to look at me.

“What’s going on in that mind, pretty boy?” I could feel my heart speed up and skip a beat at the same time when he called me a pretty boy.

“Oh nothing, just that you were my gay awakening.” I didn’t process what I said but it was too late for me to take it back, I guess we’re rolling with this.

“Huh? Whatdya mean gay awakening?” He moved so he was laying on his side, holding his head up with his arm while he looked at me with a curiously confused expression. I took a deep breath before deciding that the worst that could happen was he sends me home high and I move out of town to get away from this.

“From the first moment I met you I couldn’t help but think of us as a thing. I had always been used to looking at girls but never feeling anything about them. I could look at Chrissy Cunningham or Tammy Thompson and appreciate how pretty they are, but I don’t want to be with them. I don’t want to be with a girl, and meeting you, becoming friends, just being around you made me realize that. Your smile is so pretty that whenever I see you I just want to grab your face and kiss you until I can’t breathe. I want to play with your hair and feel how soft it is when I pull you deeper for a kiss. I love how excited you get when you talk about Dungeons and Dragons campaigns. When you start playing your favorite songs, and you just look absolutely beautiful. I love when you’re playing at gigs with the guys and seeing you headband while playing the sickest metal riff I’ve ever heard. So yeah, you were my gay awakening Eddie Munson, and if you don’t want me to be your friend after this because you don’t want to be associated with a faggot I’ll just leave you alone- and I’m rambling I’m sorry I can leave.” I didn’t even look at his face when I sat up after my apology. I kept telling myself to not say anything before this but of course I couldn’t stop myself after I got high as a fucking kite. I had barely started to stand up when a hand landed on my shoulder and pulled me back onto the bed.

“Don’t leave, please, I want to be friends with you, more than friends, I want to BE with you (y/n), I just didn’t want to think that I was crushing for the wrong guy. It’s hard to find people that are actually gay in a city like Hawkins, so please, stay, stay with me.” I looked over at Eddie, tears in my eyes while he also had started to tear up. I sat up again and moved to straddle Eddie’s thighs, grabbing his face with my hands and bringing our lips close.

“You want this just as much as I do right?” He nodded as well as he could with my hands holding him. After his confirmation I brought our lips together in a slow kiss, it showed every emotion and thing I had wanted to show him for years now. We held the kiss for a few seconds before we pulled away needing to catch our breaths.

“I love you (Y/n) (L/n).”

“And I love you Eddie Munson.”

#eddie munson x male reader #eddie x male reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #male reader #male reader fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

[spookyswiftie111]

Enchanted - Joe Keery

Warnings: Angst. implied sumt, language.

Author's note: Here is the first part of the Enchanted series with Joe!! Hope you all enjoy. Dress is part two, so watch out for it soon! :)

“There I was again tonight. Forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. Your eyes whispered, have we met. 'Cross the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me.”

I got my dream job a year ago and met my dream guy, but it’s not the basic happily ever after you hear in the fairytales or see in the Disney Movies. My job created many sleepless nights, and my dream guy may have possibly had a girlfriend. We hit it off as soon as we met and became best friends instantly. He was who I called when I needed comfort and when I needed company. I met Joe when I became a production assistant on his show, Stanger Things. I worked closely with him and the cast, but Joe became my other half. We were always taking lunches together and hanging out in his trailer between takes. I was in love with him, but he had no clue and after seeing him with some brunette for over six months, I felt it was best to keep it that way. Tonight, was the premiere for the new season and I was beyond excited to see him all cleaned up and classically handsome. I wore my favorite red sparkly dress, curled my hair, and finished the look with a classic red lip. I felt like I was Marilyn Monroe attending a Hollywood premiere, but I was going alone. I walked the red carpet with some of my coworkers and chatted with all their dates. I tried to seem happy and like I was truly enjoying myself, but I only wanted to be here with one person, Joe.

“Hey kiddo, have you seen Joe yet?” I ask walking up to Gaten before he grabs me into a hug.

“Y/N! You look beautiful tonight. I believe he just arrived; he should be at the front of the carpet.” Gaten says smiling and pointing to the front of the carpet.

I turned around and seen Joe looking more handsome than I could ever imagined. He was in a basic black suit, with a red tie that matched my dress, almost like he read my mind. But the most surprising (and exciting part) was that he arrived alone. His usual brunette arm candy was nowhere to be seen. Me and Joe finally locked eyes and as if he knew I needed him, he came running to me, by passing all the reporters yelling his name for pictures or interviews.

“My girl! Holy smokes, you look amazing.” Joe says finally reaching me and wrapping me in a hug that makes my stomach erupt with butterflies. He holds my shoulders and admires my dress, before locking eyes with me again and smiling.

“Joey! You look dang handsome yourself.” I say placing a kiss on his cheek and accidentally leaving a bright red lip mark on his cheek.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I forgot about my lipstick.” I say laughing as I wipe it away and notice my cheeks becoming red.

“I don’t mind at all having proof a pretty girl gave me a kiss.” Joe says, his cheeks turning equally as red. My stomach turned at the flirting he was putting off tonight. Was I just playing tricks on myself, or did I finally have a chance with the boy I have been in love with since I first met him over a year ago. I felt every inch of insecurity and hopelessness leave my body now that I was with Joe.

“I think I pissed some reporters off by finding you. Want to come with me and walk the carpet properly?” He asked grabbing my hand and squeezing it. Joe could always read my mind. Its like he knew when I was feeling down or alone, and tonight was no exception.

“I would love to, Joey.” I said squeezing his hand back in reassurance. We walked the red carpet and Joe made sure I was on his arm for every picture. I felt like I was getting a glimpse of what it would be like to be Joe’s girl for real. I was brought back to reality when a reporter yelled, “Look! It’s our favorite set of best friends!” as Joe and I were walking past. Of course, Joe was my best friend and I never wanted to lose him, but I wish he knew how much I had fallen in love with him and how much I wanted to be everyone’s favorite couple.

“The playful conversation starts. Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you. This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you.”

After we finally got to our seats for the showing, we were both exhausted from all the questions. Joe and I had a secret language that only the both of us understood. We spent many days on set joking and making fun of each other so much that it became second nature. Joe grabbed my hand midway through the screening when he could tell I was getting tired.

“Remember this scene? We could not film it for laughing so much at me having to take my shirt off.” Joe leans over and whispers in my ear. I start laughing remembering my cat calling and whistles that caused everyone in the scene to laugh and join along, which caused the whole scene to take way longer than we wanted.

“What can I say, Mr. Keery, I was just saying what we were all thinking.” I say as I nudged my head into his neck. He settles his head on top of mine while we finish watching the showing.

“You look beautiful tonight” Joe says placing a kiss on my head. My heart dropped into my stomach as my thoughts raced. Was I dreaming all his flirty remarks, or have we become so comfortable together that we say things without thinking. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it as my way of saying thank you.

The after party followed the showing and I mingled around the room without Joe for a bit. I was becoming anxious with the crowd and began to worry where Joe was or who he was with.

“Hey, pretty girl, you thirsty?” I heard someone say behind me and all my worries were gone once I noticed the familiar voice.

“I. Am. Dying” I say laughing and grabbing the wine glass from Joe, then taking a large swig.

“Slow down there hot stuff” he says grabbing me by my waist and pulling me in. My heart caught in my throat at his pet name and the way his hand fit perfectly on my curves.

“Can I be serious for a moment, Joey?” I say lying my head on his shoulder.

“Always” He says laying his head on top of mine.

“You always make me feel so comfortable at these types of things and I would not want to go anywhere without you” I say taking another swig of my wine.

“Ditto. You’re my absolute best friend”. He says placing a small kiss on my head. My heart dropped when he said best friend. Of course, we were but I yearned so badly to be more. Did he not want to? Maya sees us cuddled up by the bar and comes over with the biggest smile.

“Is it finally official?” She says giving me a hug once I released from Joe’s grasp.

“Is what official?” Joe says with a slight chuckle.

“You two! We have had bets on how long it would take, since apparently you two are the only ones who don’t know you are in love” she says. Joe clears his throat and I notice his mood shift.

“What? Us? Nope. Just best friends” I say forcing a smile.

“Yep, nothing to see here. Excuse me for a minute” Joe says running his hands through his hair. I watch as he walks away to the back.

“What was that all about?” Maya says, a concerned look forming on her face.

“I honestly have no idea. Maybe it’s just him who isn’t in love” I say, feeling tears forming in my eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Maya says taking me to sit at one of the tables.

“Can I be honest with you?” I say, wiping my tears

“Of course!” Maya says, leaning to grab my hands

“I am so in love with that man and all he wants to be is best friends. I’m surprised his arm candy didn’t come tonight” I say looking to the ground.

“She has nothing on you. You have that man’s heart, he just has to admit it to himself” Maya says. I notice Joe emerge from the back and head over to us.

“The lingering question kept me up, 2 AM, who do you love? I wonder 'til I'm wide awake and now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door. I'd open up and you would say, "Hey" It was enchanting to meet you”. All I know is, I was enchanted to meet you. This night is sparkling, don't you let it go, I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew that this night is flawless, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you. This is me praying that this was the very first page. Not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

“I think I’m going to head home, I am exhausted” I say as Joe returns to the table. He can tell something is on my mind, but this time he doesn’t ask what.

“Do you need any company on the ride home? I can call us a cab” Joe asks, grabbing my hand and squeezing it in his knowing way.

“I’m okay, I can just call a cab and call it a night. Thank you, handsome” I say, kissing Joe’s cheek.

“Anything for my girl” he says wrapping me in one final hug. I look over to Maya who is smiling at the exchange with an I told you so look to me. Joe walks me to the cab.

“Listen, about what Maya said…” He begins.

“No, it’s all okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tomorrow for our movie night?” I say smiling and squeezing his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world” Joe says opening the car door for me. I climb in as Joe shuts the door and I smile at tonight’s events. All of the flirting Joe did and how clingy he was to my body. All of the looks exchanged across the room between the two of us. I began to blush and smile at how lucky I am to have Joe in my life, even if it is just as a best friend. I begin to wonder if I take up as much space in his mind when we aren’t together as he does mine. I get home to my empty apartment that overlooks New York City. I texted Joe to let him know I made it home. I grab a glass of wine and sit down to read a book by the window illuminating my apartment with the lights of NYC, still in tonight’s dress, too exhausted to take it off. I checked my phone and Joe never replied, which is not like him, but my guess was his lady showed up after I left the party. My heart sank at this thought, and I hoped I wasn’t right. The thought of him taking her home and touching her body the way I dreamed of at night made my stomach turn. I hear a knock at my door that breaks my train of thought. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I get up and open the door.

“Listen to me and don’t say a word” It was Joe pushing past me into my apartment.

“About what Maya said…” He began

“Joe, I said it’s fine….” But he shuts me up with his lips crashing onto mine. I feel like I am in a dream as my head spins.

“I said don’t say a word, damn it.” Joe says breaking the kiss. I blush and suddenly cower in his now dominate presence.

“I am so in love with you, Y/N. I have been since the moment we met. I never admitted this to you for the fear I would lose you as a friend and I could not bear the thought of my life without you” Joe says pulling me in close, touching his forehead to mine.

“But I don’t care anymore. I am so damn in love with you, Y/N and no other girl compares to you.” He says staring deep into my eyes with those big hazel puppy dog eyes.

“Can I talk now?” I say giggling as Joe wraps his hands around my waist, causing me to shiver at his touch.

“The floor is all yours, beautiful” He says smiling down at me.

“I am so damn in love with you too, Joesph David Keery. I always have been. You are not only my best friend, but the absolute love of my life. It has been a tortuous 6 months watching you with another girl” I say, grabbing his hands to lead him to the couch.

“You have no idea how magical you have made my night. You looked like a princess tonight you know that? My princess” He says crashing his lips onto mine again. This time it’s more aggressive and needy. I know exactly what Joe wants and so do I.

“Joey, Baby?” I say breaking our kiss.

“Mhmmmhm?” He says pushing me further down on the couch, his hands becoming more and more needy and roaming every inch of my body.

“Take me to my bedroom and make up for every moment you never confessed your love to me” I say taking his hand to lead him to my corner bedroom.

“I’d love you for the rest of our lives if you asked me to, baby girl” Joe says following in behind me.

To be continued…..

#joe keery #joe keery x reader

[strangerth0ts]

The bar was quiet. Well, for a bar. You absolutely adored Corroded Coffin, but that might have to do with your penchant for the foreman. Eddie fucking Munson. You’d known him since you were kids but somehow over the years this crush had developed. Not that you could ever tell him, honestly with how hot he was and how big he’d made it, there was no way the feelings were reciprocated.

The lights went down and the band started to play a cover of one of your favorite songs, Poison. Eddie’s body moved with the microphone stand as he sang, almost as if he’d written the song for you…”I wanna love you but I better not touch…”

If only he knew how much you actually wanted him to touch you…


You watched the show completely entranced with how his fingers moved along the frets, watching him play his guitar while wishing it was you he was playing instead.

The show ended and of course he was flooded with girls vying for his attention. But you held back, the cigarette between your fingers helping you keep your composure. You wanted to see him, sure, but you weren’t about to throw yourself at him like those other girls.

The chaos increased and you were thankful for their show manager Cliff…he was scary enough without being TOO scary. But still there was only so much he could do…the crowd was going crazy and yet Eddie was just looking forward to some peace. Until he saw you.

You were standing up against the wall, cigarette held between your teeth, foot against the wall.

“Whatsa matter, sweetheart? Didn’t enjoy the show?”

You ash your ciggie nonchalantly.

“It was okay” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Only OKAY??” He pretends to be offended. Throws himself to the ground, SO dramatic.

“I mean, I’ve seen better…” you say, fully aware that you’re taunting him at this point.

“Hmmm better than the frontman literally throwing himself at your feet?”

You laugh, knowing he’s just riding that post-show high.

“Meet me in your trailer, Munson” you say, knowing full well you have no business being in this boy’s trailer.

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It had been way too long and that gorgeous metalhead was still nowhere to be seen. These trailers are NOT sound proof and you knew he’d been enjoying himself. He eventually stumbled in—slightly drunk off the show, slightly drunk off the girls, slightly just drunk. He saw you waiting there, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart” he said and you hated how just the tone of his voice and that stupid pet name had you clenching your thighs. Subtly, you hoped.

Maybe it wasn’t as subtle as you’d wished though because in two long strides he’d crossed the room and was now on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. “Can I make it up to you?” he asked with that stupid smirk you loved to hate. “I don’t know Munson, been waiting a hot minute. Do you think you CAN make it up to me?” He grinned at you as he uncrossed your legs, slowly running his hands up your thighs. “I don’t know princess, but I’d sure love to try.” You rolled your eyes, wanting to be annoyed with him but finding it increasingly difficult the further his hands slid up your skirt. “Fine. Hit me with your best shot” you said, aiming for cool and collected but missing the mark, your gasp as his fingers reached the crease between your hips and your thighs giving you away. His fingers slowly drifted over the black lace, brushing over the damp spot that was already forming. “Ohh honey…already wet? See something you like out there tonight?” You threw your head back, exasperated. “Shut the fuck up and touch me already, asshole.” His eyes met yours, almost challenging you to commit to what you just said. “We’re gonna have to work on that attitude of yours, darlin” he said as he hooked his fingers under the elastic of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs. “Oh is that so? What are you gonna do ab—“ you started but you were cut off by his tongue licking a broad stripe from your opening just up to that bundle of nerves. You gasped, relishing in the contact, but before you could even fully start to enjoy it, it was gone. You glared down at him as he started kissing your thighs, those luscious lips sucking marks into your skin that would be there for days. “Eddie, please…” you all but panted, fingers digging into the arms of the chair. “Please what, princess?” he murmured in between kisses. “You know what. Please, need to feel you…” It came out as a whimper and you almost hated yourself for giving in so easy but god he felt so good. “Aww, that’s all you had to say” he smirked at you and the next thing you knew his lips were wrapped around your bud, sucking a gentle rhythm that already had you seeing stars. “Fuck Eds, just like that” you gasped as your hand reached down, grasping onto his curls. He looked up at you and my god he looked so gorgeous, big brown eyes staring into yours while his mouth did unholy things to you. “More Eddie please, need more” you moaned and he slid two fingers into you, immediately curving up to hit that sweet spot inside of you. You gasped as he made contact, “FUCK Eddie yes, right there.” Your grip on his hair tightened as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, never breaking contact with his tongue. The coil in your belly started to tighten as your breathing got shallower. “I’m close Eds” you managed to get out between moans. He broke contact for a moment, “I know babe. I got you…” and then his tongue was back on you, twirling tight circles around your sweet spot as his fingers were relentlessly fucking up into you. You held his face to your body, hips chasing that sweet release and before you knew it the coil snapped and your vision whited out. Your orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as he slowed his fingers, helping you ride the wave. “Eddie…” you breathed heavily. He looked up at you, that stupid smirk back in place. “What do you think? Am I forgiven?” Your breathing starting to return to normal, you looked down at him. “Not even close, Munson.”

With that, Eddie was on his feet and swiftly pulling you onto yours, his lips crashing into yours. Your lips parted and his tongue took over, sliding over your own. The taste of yourself on his tongue was intoxicating and the kiss deepened until you weren’t sure if you were breathing your own air or his. He walked you over to the bed, lips never leaving yours until he pushed you down. You sat up as he stood over you, undoing his belt buckle. His hands couldn’t move fast enough so you sat up, clumsily grasping at the buckle and then unbuttoning his jeans. You pulled them down along with his boxers and sank to your knees as you freed his cock, the long, thick length of it bobbing in front of your face. You normally liked to tease him a bit, some sweet kisses and tiny licks, but he had you so revved up you couldn’t stop yourself from taking it all in. He felt heavy on your tongue as you worked your way down his shaft until your nose brushed up against his curls. “Shiiiit baby yes, just like that” he hissed as you started to bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks on the upstroke. He tasted so fucking good and you loved the unholy sounds coming out of his mouth as you made him come undone. He reached down and grabbed you by your hair, pulling you off his dick. “Not yet, sweetheart. Need to be inside of you” he said, breathing heavy as he helped you to your feet and onto the bed.

He had you on your back, hovering over you, his arms caging you in while his mouth moved all over you, ghosting over your neck and down your chest. He pulled your top down, freeing your tits from your bra, wide, lust blown eyes on yours as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. “Eddie…” tumbled off your lips as a gasp as he sucked and bit sweet kisses onto your tits, marking his territory, sliding his tongue around one of your nipples as he rolled the other in between his fingers. You could feel his hardness up against your core, your hips bucking up into him, begging for more. “Eddie please, need you, need to feel you” you gasped, your words mimicking your hips. “Yeah princess? Want this cock? Need me inside you?” he teased as he sucked a mark into your neck, pulling away just far enough to where your hips couldn’t reach. “Need it daddy please” you said, your voice thick with desperation. He dragged his length through your folds, gathering your wetness, and rubbing up against that sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped at the feel of his cock brushing up against you and suddenly he pushed himself into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head…he’d worked you open with his fingers but it never really prepared you for how FULL you felt with him buried inside you to the hilt. He slowly started to move his hips, giving you a moment to adjust, before he started thrusting into you. “Fuck Eds yes, just like that” you said just before he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, somehow managing to fuck into you even deeper. “Like that princess? You like how daddy’s dick feels deep inside you?” You’re beyond words now, gasping and panting for breath, a chorus of “Yes daddy fuck Eds please fuck” falling from your mouth. He reached between your bodies, his thumb finding that sweet spot and you felt the coil tightening again. “FUCK daddy I can’t, gonna cum again” you manage as he continued rubbing those tight circles around your clit. “I know baby, I got you. Cum for me baby, be a good girl. Cum on daddy’s cock” and at his words your second orgasm overtook you, your vision whiting out again, body shaking, you’re vaguely aware of Eddie moaning over you as his own release wracked his body. He dropped your leg, bringing his forehead to yours as you both came back down to earth. Your bodies were sweaty and entangled as his lips found yours, sweet, slow kisses, heavy breaths. He rolled off you and you couldn’t help but whimper at the loss of contact.

Eddie pulled you close to him, your head on his chest, settled in the crook of his arm. He kissed your forehead, finally having caught his breath. “Whaddya think, babe? Make up for it?” You craned your neck up to look at him and of course he’s got that stupid smirk. “You wish, Munson” you sighed as you nuzzled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot

[rock-n-serval]

2.1 Penacony thoughts [part4]

**BOSS FIGHT SPOILERS** Going to be rambling about the battle itself and the two cut-scenes that follow right after, but not quite the whole story’s ending yet. That will be the next post. If by any chance you haven’t beaten the boss yet and are still gazing upon this post then I urge you to come back later because I would never wanna ruin the experience for you.

I’m glad Himeko questioned the number of murders because I also sat there for a good minute wondering who the third death might’ve been, only to realize how stupid I was upon clicking forward to hear Aventurine’s response.

I still wish his hat & glasses were part of his usual attire. I’m glad he pulls the hat out of nowhere whenever he launches his follow up attack, but the glasses would’ve been real snazzy if he permanently wore them. It was nice seeing us wield the lance instead of the bat for once too.

So, the fight itself.. was a bit irritating, mostly due to the gambling. I believe I tried a total of four times until I beat him. The first three attempts I simply switched around different team members, using those who could easily score big against his dice and win those gambles. His first phase went fine no matter which team setup I had. It was that second phase that kept knocking me out, mainly because my healer and support units could never manage to roll higher or on par with Aventurine’s number seeing how they could only attack a single target at a time. It also didn’t help that I had no ice or physical characters properly leveled up to assist Serval in weakness breaking.. until I remembered destruction Trailblazer existed. So, after struggling with different teams for a good hour, I decided to do some relic farming (which basically resulted in me taking the first gold pieces I could get) while also getting materials to level up traces and a random light cone because I have literally not switched back to this path since we first acquired the flaming lance. Half hour later and my destruction Trailblazer was ready to come out of retirement with a hasty, last minute build.

Of course the stats are not the greatest thing in the world (all relics, traces and lc not even maxed out) and I wasn’t confident that I would do any better than my previous attempts against Aventurine, where the lowest I managed to bring him down to in his second phase was about 60% before biting the dust. After activating a pair of consumables and fighting through the first phase as usual, I would like to think everything was going rather smoothly with how well I was keeping everyone alive at least.

The team wide gambles during the second phase went as well as I imagined; Serval and Stelle would manage to score high with their AoE while Huohuo and Bronya would typically suffer and take a hit. They might’ve tied once or twice but the odds were certainly not in my favor whenever those two would roll the dice. By some strange stroke of luck though, I finally managed to beat the fancy gambler! Thank god too because if this team failed, I would’ve been all out of ideas.

The following cutscene is good and I wish I had taken more screenshots but I was caught up in enjoying it. Aventurine’s really out here acting like a Meowth using Pay Day twenty times in a row.

I do feel bad for Acheron, walking a path she doesn’t even want to tread on and endlessly looking for someone. Haven’t a clue on who she might’ve been talking to though.

Himeko and Welt protecting the kids like the good parents they are! We’re certainly going to have some crazy stories for Dan Heng once we return to the Express. Dude is probably just chilling in the archives, maybe having some snacks with Pom-Pom while we’re over here fighting for our lives.

Another moment where I was so invested in watching Acheron that the idea of screenshots left my mind completely, but ohhh boy, the extent of her power is grand indeed. It’s a bit similar to what was shown in her character trailer but seeing her ultimate like this in game is truly an experience.

Big fan of the brief moment where she’s shown to sheath her sword again..

..and the way it goes from the monochrome world to reality and it starts raining hard is so very nice. Can’t help but think back to what Aventurine’s sister said about rain though at this time.

Finally getting that confirmation of her path even though it was no secret to us.

I really hope so because the longer we linger here the more worried for Aventurine I become.

This gives me little hope that Robin might be alive? If whomever is behind this just wanted to cover up the truth about Penacony and its recent happenings, then simply taking away their ability to speak should be effective enough. Death seems a bit too extreme but perhaps that was merely an accident. Or at least I hope so. I want her alive if you couldn’t tell.

So Aventurine had this all planned out? Putting himself and Acheron on opposing sides so she would have to draw her blade against him, all to nullify that strange Harmony magic that Sunday placed upon him? This man is out here playing 3d chess.

And like a fool I feel for his bluff about wanting to make our stellaron explode. But if his stone is broken, does that mean he never planned to make it out of this fight alive in the first place? I know his future was grim due to the conditions Sunday placed upon him, regardless if Aventurine managed to solve Robin’s case or not, but I still don’t like the sound of this!

Yes, please, wake up pretty boy. In reality and alive, preferably. Also, I wonder how much longer we’ll need to wait until we can finally get an explanation behind the red text. I have my guesses, but wish to know for sure.

Both of them asking and giving such real answers.. ahh. Life and death truly are such frightening things.

I would like to know the meaning behind your words, ma’am. Why must you do this? Are you even aware of it? What if I uno reverse card you and give you anxiety instead huh??

I’m thankful Acheron reminded him of Ratio’s parting gift and that Aventurine still held onto it even now, but with how this whole scene ends.. I can’t be certain if our gambler decided to use it or not.

Oooohhh my heart.. here comes the pain.

I’m sorry sir, but you can’t just give us these real handsome and gentle smiles and seemingly disappear into a void afterwards?? I don’t wanna accept this!

AVENTURINE!! You better be walking your pretty boy butt back into reality somehow, I swear! If you’re still choosing to end yourself despite Acheron’s words and Ratio’s help I will SOB!

I seriously do not like the sound of this.. I know Aventurine hasn’t had the best kind of life by any means, but as poetic as this all sounds, I want the dice to keep rolling!

No doubt Aventurine assumed that he would be cut off from obtaining outside help at some point during this scheme, so leaving behind pieces of his stone to convey a message about whether or not his companions can proceed was clever.. but still upsets me because I really don’t wanna accept a “death” from him. I wonder how Topaz truly feels about this, like is it fine because his actions were towards the mission or is there any genuine concern? I know their phone call back during Belobog was a bit rough between them but at least Topaz spoke relatively highly of him when we saw her in the reality hotel.

So this is the achievement I read about last time with its connection to the “Sibyl, What Do You Want?” achievement.. and after witnessing everything that happened, it hurts even more.

Aaahh, my poor man. He deserved better and I truly hope he can return. This upsets me more than Firefly’s “death.” And speaking of which.. I got the whole ending to chat about next hm?

(originally written on 3/29)

#honkai star rail #aventurine #acheron #gameplay #rnsposts

[feral-jackdaw]

Lost and Found

Wayne Munson has been searching everywhere for his nephew. Ever since the earthquake hit, all he could think of was whether Eddie was alright. But the boy was nowhere to be found.

Eventually, Wayne headed for the place he least expected him to be. The trailer park.

After arriving at their former home, he quickly started to hope that Eddie wasn't actually there, or at least hadn't been during the earthquake. For some reason, the trailer park seemed to have been even more affected by the disaster than the rest of the town. The ground was covered in deep cracks, and multiple trailers were completely destroyed, including theirs.

From the corner of his eye, Wayne noticed someone on his right. But before he could even start having any hope, he recognized his former neighbor, the young Mayfield girl.

“Max, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“I'm... I... didn't know where else to go,” the girl stuttered, her eyes chained to the ground. "I can't find my mom," she continued.

“Come on, we can look for her together,” Wayne suggested. A part of him wished he hadn't said that. He was supposed to be looking for Eddie... but he can't just leave the girl alone in here, can he?

“No, it's fine, I-” Max stuttered, backing away a few steps. “Just come with me, please,” she pleaded, stepping inside her trailer.

Wayne followed her and just froze in spot at the sight in front of him. His beloved nephew was right here. Curled up on the couch, covered in bandages, either fast asleep or unconscious... but most definitely alive.

“I tried my best to patch him up,” Max spoke. “But I didn't have that many bandages, and there wasn't enough antiseptics-”

“Max,” Wayne interrupted. “You saved him. You saved Eddie,” he reassured. “We'll worry about everything else later, but first let's get you both out of here, okay?”

part zero

#stranger things #eddie munson #fanfic #fanfiction #max mayfield #eddie and max #eddie munson lives #wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #hurt/comfort #my wrtitng #eddie munson is alive

[dontfeeltoohot]

OMG could we have more of snz kink Steve & allergic Eddie??? That was glorious. Esp if he starts teasing Steve omg

Ok, this is kind of a sequel to this fic that I wrote. I hope you all enjoy! I've had a lot of inspiration the past few days, especially with these two boys, so send a prompt! I'll be trying to get to them all, and make the most out of my last four weeks being on LOA from work.

Enjoy friends!

+ + +

After the Friday the 13th incident (as Steve has so nicely dubbed it in his mind), he pays more attention to Eddie and the small sniffles he makes out of nowhere, or the random sneezes he stifles. He'd been too preoccupied with the literal end of the world before to really be paying attention to anything but keeping people safe. Now though, he's able to shift some of his focus to the newest member of their weird little clan that's been through so much together.

He's been trying to keep it as subtle and secretive as possible, the guy knows his crush is already obvious, if Robins raised eyebrows and smirks are anything to go off of when he and Munson are together. And yeah, the guitarist is gay and doesn't care who knows, but Steve isn't, and he's worried that the other man might reject him. Eddie isn't anything like Steve had imagined in his mind, and for that he's grateful. The doe-eyed man has somehow wormed his way into Steve's life, and the nineteen year old doesn't have any intentions of that changing.

The most interesting thing Steve has noticed is that Eddie is a generally sneezy person. He assumes that's why he keeps the black bandana in the back left pocket of his pants.  Steve's been keeping a mental list of the things he's noticed the curly haired man seems to be sensitive to, which has more than he'd first envisioned.

Cleaning supplies (or at least Lysol), freshly cut grass, some kind of perfume Nancy wears, and as of late, he's noticed Eddie's been scrubbing his nose more when they've been in Henderson's house for a movie night or to pick him up and say hello to his mom. Steve can only guess it's the twenty thousand cats the woman owns.

Tonight he, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan are going to some diner down in east Hawkins to get some food and then maybe see a movie or look around the shops. As Steve tries on different shirts with his jeans, he has to remind himself this isn't a date. It's not like Eddie's going to care what he wears, but even still, he takes an embarrassingly long time switching shirts before he finally goes with a white undershirt, his dark green sweatshirt that has a navy stripe across the chest, and his new navy Members Only jacket.

Stepping outside, the bitter November air hits him, but he brushes it away, much preferring this to the hot muggy Summer that Hawkins always experiences. He's supposed to pick up Eddie at 5, and it's already 4:46, so he books it to his BMW and speeds off, trying not to imagine all the things he and Eddie could do if they were dating.

+ + +

A knock on the door makes Eddie look up from where he's standing in front of the small bathroom mirror, making sure his hair is tamed. Checking himself one last time quickly, the eccentric man heads to where the person is still knocking. He yanks the door open abruptly, smirking when Harrington jumps, putting a hand to his chest.

"Jesus Munson!"

"Hey babe, just have to grab my jacket and we'll be good to go," he lets Steve step inside while he heads to the back room of the trailer, grabbing his leather jacket and vest. As he ambles back up front, Eddie leans into the bathroom and grabs a couple of tissues, wiping his nose as he comes back to the other man, half shrugging his jacket on and half still rubbing at his nose.

"You good?" Steve gestures to the tissues and he nods, sniffling involuntarily.

"Yeah, my allergies have just been bothering me today. Must be from all the rain the past couple of days, always kicks up the shit from the leaves and stuff," he explains, watching Steve closely.

That's the thing. Eddie is starting to think that maybe Steve is into him, with how much they flirt, but there also seems to be a tendency for Steve to glance over more often when Eddie's allergies start acting up. The campaign leader isn't sure if Harrington is worried, annoyed, or disgusted. But with the way he's caught his eyes lingering for a few seconds after, it tells Eddie that it might be an entirely different reaction all together. So tonight, he's going to test this theory out.

Steve's eyes dart around as he explains to the man, but he doesn't seem grossed out by it at all. He doesn't seem to display any kind of emotion, so Eddie lets it drop for now and opens the front door.

"After you, King Harrington."

"Man, that stopped when I left high school," Steve huffs out, rolling his eyes.

Eddie smirks, loving how up in arms Harrington gets sometimes about such simple little teases. As he locks up, the guitarist sniffles a few times, scrunching his face a little at the intense smell of the outdoors. Clearing his throat, he follows to the car, getting in and shivering.

Steve starts the mix tape Eddie's made for him, and a burst of warmth spreads through the seniors chest, making him feel a little fuzzy. Steve still had his mix tape, and more importantly, he seemed to actually enjoy it. Score one for Munson. As Iron Maiden plays, Steve beats his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the drums and Eddie thinks he might actually melt right inside Harrington's car, a puddle of goo. 

His thoughts are cut off when a tickle starts to gently make itself known inside his head. His nose twitches a little, dimples appearing as he contorts his face to try and make the feeling go away. No such luck. The second he pulls out his trusty black bandana, he can see Steve shift from the corner of his eye. Eddie rubs the material against his nose for what feels like the twentieth time today, trying to either rub the itchy feeling away, or get it to crest. Either way, it’s taking longer than he’d like. Finally, after almost twenty more seconds of scrubbing at his twitching, runny nose, the guitarist's eyebrows knit together and the tickle ramps up. 

“hih’GXxt! ih’NKhht! h’nGXT’uh! …hih’ktschh! Jesus, sorry.” 

The last one sneaks up on him and he barely has time to aim it into the bandana that’s now on its  way back to his pocket. Glancing over, Eddie smirks a little, seeing the ex-lifeguard white knuckling his steering wheel. 

“You okay Harrington? Sorry if that was gross,” he plays it off, brushing his long curls away from his face. 

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry,” the guy clears his throat and stares forward. “Just surprised me, is all. I was zoned out to the music.” His cheeks are dusted pink and he licks his lips. 

“Right, okay,” Eddie drawls, wondering if this sudden confidence in his theory should be tampered down. But if his theory is wrong…the worst that can happen is an awkward laugh about it. And any kind of laughing with Harrington, even awkward, is a win in his books. 

Steve looks over, raising an eyebrow. “What’s with the sarcasm?”

“No idea what you’re talking about, babe.” 

It’s the second time he’s said it tonight, and well worth it for how bright the red blush is on Steve’s cheeks. He leans closer to the driver seat, sniffling innocently. He thinks he sees his hands tighten on the wheel. Eddie stays leaning a little closer on the armrest in between them for the rest of the ride, a few more sniffles escaping from him. 

Oh yeah, tonight’s going to be fun. 

+++

The second he steps out of his car, he lets out a breath and puts his hand to his face, swiping downward. Whatever tension between them that’s been building for a while; the teasing and nicknames and smirking, coupled with Eddie’s allergies are going to be the death of him. He’s fought monsters from a literal other dimension and lived, but Eddie Munson in his car with his big brown eyes, his snark and his allergies? Yeah, this is his last night on earth. Jesus. 

Opening his eyes, Steve tries not to jump a foot in the air. Eddie is standing right there, maybe half a foot away, looking at him curiously. 

“Are we going in or are we going to stand out here while everyone else orders,” the older boy nods towards the windows of the diner, where their friends can be seen sitting in a large booth. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve manages to throw a smile at him, then beelines it inside. Jonathan and Nancy are on one side of the booth, so Eddie and Steve squish in next to Robin on the opposite side. 

“Lucky I’m tiny, huh?” Eddie jokes as he looks at the laminated menu. Steve snorts, even if it’s true- the guy is tiny, but not in the weak and pitiful way, just in the lanky, hot way. Biting his lap at the thought, Steve forces himself to focus on the menu and not the fact Munson’s shoulder is brushing his own. As the group talks, Steve feels the weight shift against his shoulder, and glances over. 

Eddie’s rubbing at his nose subtly with his knuckles, and from here, having just barely an inch on the guitarist height wise, Steve’s just barely able to see his nostrils twitch against his hand. And oh shit, it hasn’t connected in his mind that this could be happening with them so close to each other until just right now. Eddie sniffles again, his eyes starting to flutter shut. A moment later he’s bringing his arm up to his face, pressing his nose and mouth into the crook of it. Steve loses all of the air in his lungs as the curly haired man turns away from Robin and closer to him, close enough his elbow is actually touching Steve’s arm. 

“h’gKXt! hih’kKGX’uh! ih’Kkt’uh!” 

Steve watches with rapt attention, not even noticing the others who; mercifully, are still talking, too engrossed in their conversation. Eddie slowly brings his arm down, then looks up at Steve, his already large eyes somehow bigger, and he blinks. 

“Sorry,” he sniffles a little obnoxiously, but Steve finds it endearing- even like this Eddie has to add some kind of dramatics. “They snuck up on me,” the man adds, finally reaching for his bandana. 

Feeling like he’s been electrocuted, Steve notices Eddie’s free hand; the one that’s not currently rubbing his nose in slight desperation, moves closer to his. 

“It’s uhm….you’re fine,” he croaks out, face feeling hot. Eddie smirks, he fucking smirks, and Steve’s eyes widen just slightly, body stiffening. 

“You know.” 

“Oh, I know Harrington. I’ve been trying to figure it out for a while, but I think this confirms it,” Eddie’s tone is teasing and quiet, but he doesn’t sound grossed out or disgusted. 

Watching him with eyes still big, Steve swallows, licks his lips, then smiles when Eddie gives him one of his dramatic, over the top, crowding your space looks. It crumbles quickly though, eyebrows knitting together again, and Steve suddenly has a front row seat to Eddie Munson trying to fight off another fit of allergic sneezes. The man doesn’t bring his arm up with time, doesn’t even bother with his bandana. Instead, the guitarist simply lowers his head, just enough though that Steve can still watch. 

“eh’GKxt!! ihKXxt! hhH! h’ihGKt’uhew!” 

Steve squirms just barely, the last sneeze as close to an un-stifled sneeze as he’s ever heard from him. The last part goes higher pitched, more vocal. Eddie rubs his nose against his bandana roughly; Steve can see how he’s rubbing the cloth in little circles, obviously trying to work out the tickle. 

“Bless you!” Robin chimes in and Eddie smirks at Steve behind his bandana, then turns to Buckley.

“Tha’gks. I uh…I might need to take a rain check actually, my allergies are bothering me,” his voice is anything but embarrassed, and Steve feels someone knock their foot against his. Steve nods, giving a sympathetic look, though not feeling sympathetic in the least. 

“I’m going to take him back, but you guys enjoy, okay?” 

A round of ‘feel better’s ring out from the other three, and soon the two are walking back to the car in silence, aside from the more frequent sniffles from Eddie. When they’re both in, Steve looks at him again. His eyes are a little red, but it’s his nose, his damn perfect nose, that looks like it needs attention. It’s runny and twitching and so very obviously allergic, and Steve is frozen, just staring. 

“You know Harri’gton, I’d be somewhat inclined to kiss you, if you asked…” he trails off, giving Steve the most cocky yet innocent look he thinks he’s ever seen in his life.

 God, kissing Eddie Munson. Four months ago that would have sounded like a nightmare. Now…..now he’s leaning forward, pressing his lips against Eddie’s, moaning quietly when the curly haired man nips at his lips. He pulls back abruptly, and Steve once again feels like he’s won the lottery, when he gets to watch Eddie now, unrestrained and obviously irritated. He scrubs at his nose, rubbing it upwards against his palm, creasing the bridge in a way Steve squirms at. 

“Dohhn’t cream your pants y-yet H-hh! Harrihhh-gKT! hih’ngKT! h’NXt! Harington. F-fuhhck…” 

Eddie’s nose is back in his bandana, being rubbed and wiped. 

“My place?” 

“God yes.”

#my fic #strthi #st #em #sh #snzsteve #asks #answered

[fuckmeupeds]

Reposting as I got locked out of my old account.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N

CW: PIV, oral (f & m receiving)

The bar was quiet. Well, for a bar. You absolutely adored Corroded Coffin, but that might have to do with your penchant for the foreman. Eddie fucking Munson. You’d known him since you were kids but somehow over the years this crush had developed. Not that you could ever tell him, honestly with how hot he was and how big he’d made it, there was no way the feelings were reciprocated. 

The lights went down and the band started to play a cover of one of your favorite songs, Poison. Eddie’s body moved with the microphone stand as he sang, almost as if he’d written the song for you…”I wanna love you but I better not touch…”

If only he knew how much you actually wanted him to touch you…

You watched the show completely entranced with how his fingers moved along the frets, watching him play his guitar while wishing it was you he was playing instead. 

The show ended and of course he was flooded with girls vying for his attention. But you held back, the cigarette between your fingers helping you keep your composure. You wanted to see him, sure, but you weren’t about to throw yourself at him like those other girls.

The chaos increased and you were thankful for their show manager Cliff…he was scary enough without being TOO scary. But still there was only so much he could do…the crowd was going crazy and yet Eddie was just looking forward to some peace. Until he saw you.

You were standing up against the wall, cigarette held between your teeth, foot against the wall. 

“Whatsa matter, sweetheart? Didn’t enjoy the show?”

You ash your ciggie nonchalantly. 

“It was okay” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Only OKAY??” He pretends to be offended. Throws himself to the ground, SO dramatic.

“I mean, I’ve seen better…” you say, fully aware that you’re taunting him at this point.

“Hmmm better than the frontman literally throwing himself at your feet?”

You laugh, knowing he’s just riding that post-show high.

“Meet me in your trailer, Munson” you say, knowing full well you have no business being in this boy’s trailer.

———————————

It had been way too long and that gorgeous metalhead was still nowhere to be seen. These trailers are NOT sound proof and you knew he’d been enjoying himself. He eventually stumbled in—slightly drunk off the show, slightly drunk off the girls, slightly just drunk. He saw you waiting there, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart” he said and you hated how just the tone of his voice and that stupid pet name had you clenching your thighs. Subtly, you hoped. 

Maybe it wasn’t as subtle as you’d wished though because in two long strides he’d crossed the room and was now on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. “Can I make it up to you?” he asked with that stupid smirk you loved to hate. “I don’t know Munson, been waiting a hot minute. Do you think you CAN make it up to me?” He grinned at you as he uncrossed your legs, slowly running his hands up your thighs. “I don’t know princess, but I’d sure love to try.” You rolled your eyes, wanting to be annoyed with him but finding it increasingly difficult the further his hands slid up your skirt. “Fine. Hit me with your best shot” you said, aiming for cool and collected but missing the mark, your gasp as his fingers reached the crease between your hips and your thighs giving you away. His fingers slowly drifted over the black lace, brushing over the damp spot that was already forming. “Ohh honey…already wet? See something you like out there tonight?” You threw your head back, exasperated. “Shut the fuck up and touch me already, asshole.” His eyes met yours, almost challenging you to commit to what you just said. “We’re gonna have to work on that attitude of yours, darlin” he said as he hooked his fingers under the elastic of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs. “Oh is that so? What are you gonna do ab—“ you started but you were cut off by his tongue licking a broad stripe from your opening just up to that bundle of nerves. You gasped, relishing in the contact, but before you could even fully start to enjoy it, it was gone. You glared down at him as he started kissing your thighs, those luscious lips sucking marks into your skin that would be there for days. “Eddie, please…” you all but panted, fingers digging into the arms of the chair. “Please what, princess?” he murmured in between kisses. “You know what. Please, need to feel you…” It came out as a whimper and you almost hated yourself for giving in so easy but god he felt so good. “Aww, that’s all you had to say” he smirked at you and the next thing you knew his lips were wrapped around your bud, sucking a gentle rhythm that already had you seeing stars. “Fuck Eds, just like that” you gasped as your hand reached down, grasping onto his curls. He looked up at you and my god he looked so gorgeous, big brown eyes staring into yours while his mouth did unholy things to you. “More Eddie please, need more” you moaned and he slid two fingers into you, immediately curving up to hit that sweet spot inside of you. You gasped as he made contact, “FUCK Eddie yes, right there.” Your grip on his hair tightened as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, never breaking contact with his tongue. The coil in your belly started to tighten as your breathing got shallower. “I’m close Eds” you managed to get out between moans. He broke contact for a moment, “I know babe. I got you…” and then his tongue was back on you, twirling tight circles around your sweet spot as his fingers were relentlessly fucking up into you. You held his face to your body, hips chasing that sweet release and before you knew it the coil snapped and your vision whited out. Your orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as he slowed his fingers, helping you ride the wave. “Eddie…” you breathed heavily. He looked up at you, that stupid smirk back in place. “What do you think? Am I forgiven?” Your breathing starting to return to normal, you looked down at him. “Not even close, Munson.” 

With that, Eddie was on his feet and swiftly pulling you onto yours, his lips crashing into yours. Your lips parted and his tongue took over, sliding over your own. The taste of yourself on his tongue was intoxicating and the kiss deepened until you weren’t sure if you were breathing your own air or his. He walked you over to the bed, lips never leaving yours until he pushed you down. You sat up as he stood over you, undoing his belt buckle. His hands couldn’t move fast enough so you sat up, clumsily grasping at the buckle and then unbuttoning his jeans. You pulled them down along with his boxers and sank to your knees as you freed his cock, the long, thick length of it bobbing in front of your face. You normally liked to tease him a bit, some sweet kisses and tiny licks, but he had you so revved up you couldn’t stop yourself from taking it all in. He felt heavy on your tongue as you worked your way down his shaft until your nose brushed up against his curls. “Shiiiit baby yes, just like that” he hissed as you started to bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks on the upstroke. He tasted so fucking good and you loved the unholy sounds coming out of his mouth as you made him come undone. He reached down and grabbed you by your hair, pulling you off his dick. “Not yet, sweetheart. Need to be inside of you” he said, breathing heavy as he helped you to your feet and onto the bed.

He had you on your back, hovering over you, his arms caging you in while his mouth moved all over you, ghosting over your neck and down your chest. He pulled your top down, freeing your tits from your bra, wide, lust blown eyes on yours as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. “Eddie…” tumbled off your lips as a gasp as he sucked and bit sweet kisses onto your tits, marking his territory, sliding his tongue around one of your nipples as he rolled the other in between his fingers. You could feel his hardness up against your core, your hips bucking up into him, begging for more. “Eddie please, need you, need to feel you” you gasped, your words mimicking your hips. “Yeah princess? Want this cock? Need me inside you?” he teased as he sucked a mark into your neck, pulling away just far enough to where your hips couldn’t reach. “Need it daddy please” you said, your voice thick with desperation. He dragged his length through your folds, gathering your wetness, and rubbing up against that sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped at the feel of his cock brushing up against you and suddenly he pushed himself into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head…he’d worked you open with his fingers but it never really prepared you for how FULL you felt with him buried inside you to the hilt. He slowly started to move his hips, giving you a moment to adjust, before he started thrusting into you. “Fuck Eds yes, just like that” you said just before he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, somehow managing to fuck into you even deeper. “Like that princess? You like how daddy’s dick feels deep inside you?” You’re beyond words now, gasping and panting for breath, a chorus of “Yes daddy fuck Eds please fuck” falling from your mouth. He reached between your bodies, his thumb finding that sweet spot and you felt the coil tightening again. “FUCK daddy I can’t, gonna cum again” you manage as he continued rubbing those tight circles around your clit. “I know baby, I got you. Cum for me baby, be a good girl. Cum on daddy’s cock” and at his words your second orgasm overtook you, your vision whiting out again, body shaking, you’re vaguely aware of Eddie moaning over you as his own release wracked his body. He dropped your leg, bringing his forehead to yours as you both came back down to earth. Your bodies were sweaty and entangled as his lips found yours, sweet, slow kisses, heavy breaths. He rolled off you and you couldn’t help but whimper at the loss of contact.

Eddie pulled you close to him, your head on his chest, settled in the crook of his arm. He kissed your forehead, finally having caught his breath. “Whaddya think, babe? Make up for it?” You craned your neck up to look at him and of course he’s got that stupid smirk. “You wish, Munson” you sighed as you nuzzled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

#eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot

[pastelwitchling]

The scene I wish had been in 4x04.

***

Michael scrolled through his phone, the heat beating on the nape of his neck and down his shirt as he kept his head bent over the screen. Once or twice he thought he saw a typing bubble come up, but he blinked and it was gone, and he knew he’d just imagined it.

He updated and updated, but no matter how hard he stared or willed a text to come in, Alex just seemed too busy to respond.

“C’mon, Manes,” he murmured, his piece of the alien necklace all but vibrating in his pocket, desperate to be with its other half. Much like Michael felt ready to crawl out of his skin without Alex there to steady him.

He’d thought he could handle it, he’d thought Alex would be back before he knew it, but it had been two weeks, and Michael was close to losing his mind. He had just gotten back from seeing Bonnie and Clyde, and after hours of having forgotten to check his phone, he’d hoped that he’d open it to see a message from his boyfriend. But no. Just like it had been since Alex had left, he hadn’t sent back a single word.

Then again, this was Alex, wasn’t it? The sooner he finished the sooner he got to come back, and Alex wanted to be back with Michael as much as Michael wanted to be back with him. He was just focusing. He was an ex-Air Force captain, after all, and he liked to do things perfectly, and Michael loved him all the more for it. He just wished he would answer a call now and then.

“Hey!” Michael heard right before a fist bumped his head.

“Ow!” he stood, glaring at Walt. “Damn it, old man, stop hitting me, will ya?”

“Then maybe you can take two minutes to do your damn job!” Walt demanded, and looked down at Michael’s phone, having just realized he had it out. “Replaced it already?” he scoffed. “Boy, you sure must be eager to talk to your man, huh?”

Michael felt a heat in his cheeks for reasons other than the afternoon sun. “I just didn’t want him to worry.”

He hummed. “He doesn’t look like the one worrying to me.”

Michael clenched his jaw, shaking his head as he looked back down at the screen. “I know Alex is fine.”

“That why you’ve been holding onto that thing like it’s the ring of power?” At Michael’s raised brows, Walt scowled. “Yeah, jackass, I read. You might want to try it once in a while.”

“Great,” Michael smiled tightly. “We done?”

“Look,” Walt’s voice softened, “I get it, kid, you miss him, but this worrying isn’t gonna help.”

“I’m not worried,” Michael argued. “I just know Alex, okay?”

“And you miss him,” he retorted. “Is that so hard for you to admit?”

“Fine!” he snapped. “I miss him, okay? I miss him like hell, I can barely freakin’ sleep when he’s not there, and I hate that he won’t answer my calls. I miss him, and . . .” he huffed, “I know I shouldn’t worry, but I am. Happy?”

He slumped down on the steps to the airstream, deflated, as Walt chuckled, his arms crossed. “That you finally found someone you love this much? Sorta.” He leaned against the trailer next to him, one ankle hooked over the other. “If you’re worried, why not just go to Deep Sky and ask his boss? I’m sure they’ve gotta be keepin’ in touch.”

Michael smirked humorlessly, and his next words sounded feral to his own ears. “If Alex isn’t talking to me, he’s definitely not talking to anybody else.” He stood, shaking his head. “Forget it, I’m just – I’m overreacting. Alex is fine.”

“You sure about that?”

“He has to be,” Michael demanded, his voice more a growl. “Because if he’s not . . . if someone put a finger on him, there’s nowhere they can run. Believe me,” he turned quiet, “the world doesn’t want to see what happens if someone tries to take Alex away from me.”

Walt’s expression was unreadable, but Michael had already turned away, his fingers trembling on his phone. But not with fear. It was anger – rage at the very thought of someone hurting Alex to get to him.

Whatever he’d told Walt, Michael had spent enough time away from Alex, and now the thought of him getting kidnapped had latched onto his brain. Reaching into his pocket, Michael pulled the glass necklace out and hung it around his neck, needing its faint pulsing to steady himself. He got into his truck, hoping that the necklace would help Alex somehow feel him wherever he was, and left the junkyard to Walt’s knowing eyes.

Even as he drove to Deep Sky, Michael knew that his concern was irrational. Alex getting kidnapped as soon as he’d left Roswell, as soon as he’d left Michael’s side . . . what were the odds?

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[thisisntmyrightera]

Spring of 1986 - pt3

Eddie Munson × fem. reader

SUMMARY; Y/n Carver pov about how the summer of 1986 turns into a nightmare after contemplating the strange death of Crissy with Eddie Munson, her secret love.

WARNINGS : some spoilers if you didn't see Stranger Things 4 jet / characters dead, drugs, some strong words.

WORD COUNT: 2,504

note: this is the first time i write after almost 3 years away from tumblr, hope you like it and enjoy my imagination

This is a fanfiction and would be more parts.

all kind of interaction are greatly appreciated !! <3

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- See you later - I waved my hand saying goodbye to the boys as Steve slowly drive and Dustin almost threw himself out the window to say goodbye dramatically, my footsteps sounded when they stepped on the grass as I approached the front door that opened strongly as Jason quickly take my arm pulling me inside and throw me hard against the sofa - what is your damn problem Jason?

- Where were you? Haven't you seen everything that happened because of you? -his irritated eyes looked at me with hatred while he pointed his trembling finger at me

-My...my fault? - i swallow feeling again the knot in my stomach

-You left Chrissy alone, you were going to accompany her and she ended up in that Freak's trailer and now she's dead, if you hadn't left her alone maybe now she would be alive but no, you're so stupid and look at your consequences - his hands took my shoulders hard as if he wanted to put my body inside the sofa shaking me a couple of times

-It's not my fault, leave me alone, I didn't do anything wrong- my hands barely reached his arms trying to push him away but his strength was immense compared to mine

-You're a damn stupid, it should have been you instead of Chrissy- the palm of his hand hit my cheek making me fall to the side while my heart beat fast

-Jason...yn? what's going on - my mother went downstairs looking at us from the entrance of the room - Jason, what did you do?

-I am educating her, you always pamper her and you do not realize that you’re raising a spoiled and selfish bitch

After that waited on my bedroom for hours for all the lights in the house to be turned off and then a couple more hours to make sure everyone was asleep, when I went down slowly and after going to the kitchen and stealing a few things, I walked out the back door the same road that I had traveled two nights in a row, few cars passed from time to time and after a while I walked through the forest until I reached the lake, "3:52" marked the watch on my wrist when I finally arrived in front I went over to Reefer Rick's house and knocked slowly on the boathouse door to make sure Eddie could hear me, I wouldn't risk having a broken bottle on my throat like Harrington.

I entered slowly walking carefully barely looking with the moonlight that reflected in the water around the boat until in a corner I could see Eddie leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest trying to warm himself from the cold of the night.

-Eddie... - I knelt down next to him, barely touching his arm trying not to scare him but he just complained a little and moved, snuggling against the wall - Eddie, wake up... - I pushed him again a little making him jump as he pushed me making me fall - No, Eddie is me.. y/n

-Y/n? ..what are you doing here? it's... it's 4:05 -he looked at me blinking clearing his sight- oh my god, are you okay? I pushed you really hard right? sorry I thought you were someone else-he stepped up quickly taking my hands to get me up while he looked me up and down to make sure I was okay

-I'm fine, it was my fault, I shouldn't have woken you up - I smiled at him, barely shaking my pants

-What are you doing here? I thought you would arrive in the morning but not so morning you know

-Yeah I...something happened and I had nowhere to go...so...I thought I could come here if you don't mind...of course

-NO, it doesn't bother me- he smiled sleepy shaking his head making his curls dance with the movement -everything okay? Are the police looking for you?

-No, they are not the problem - I sighed accommodating my backpack trying not to look him in the eye so as not to worsen the lump in my throat

-It was... your brother, wasn't it? -his hands held my shoulders carefully giving a slight squeeze when I nodded my head - That son of a…i swear that

-Yeah, well, he's not going to change, why ruin this place talking about him, don't you think? - I pressed my lips trying to form a fake smile and he just nodded slowly releasing the air from his lungs

-Okay...sorry I can't offer you much but as you can see this isn't a palace...so...would you like to sit ma'am? -He gave a light laugh while with his hand he offered me a place on the floor

-It would be a pleasure sir - I laughed as I sat in the place where I had found him sleeping with my back against the wall - by the way, I assumed you hadn't eaten something so I stole something from the kitchen and brought it to you - I smiled at him opening my backpack while he sat next to me and opened one by one the packages somewhat desperately and eating them quickly while filling his mouth with everything he found - I also brought you this - I looked at him while i put on his lap the cassette player that my parents give me for Christmas - I thought you'd be bored so I brought it to you so you can listen to some music

- Did you bring music for me? -His full mouth barely let me understand what he was saying causing me to laugh at how his words sounded

-Yes, I brought you the cassettes that I bought on the sly, I thought I'd bring you something from Abba or Cindy Lauper but I assumed you wouldn't like them so I brought you this - the cassettes that I took out of my backpack barely fit in my hands while I put them In the space between the two of us, Eddie looked at them somewhat surprised, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket and then looked at me with his eyes wide open.

- Judas Priest? -he looked at me while he took one of the cassettes and showed it to me- KISS?, Iron Maiden? seriously?

-You do not like them?

-If it's just that...- his eyes moved from the little boxes to me and then back making a funny gesture. - do you listen to these groups?

-Ah, that's it...yeah well, I usually listen to them secretly, my parents usually say that those groups are...''satanic'' so when I buy them I usually hide them under my bed

-You are cooler than I had already noticed little miss, I really don't understand how no one has gone out with you yet, you are so interesting and so beau..

his eyes stopped looking at the songs on the cassette, looking at me quickly and then looking away embarrassed, clearing his throat

I can't say that I didn't smile, I did it internally even though on the outside my lips were so tight that they almost broke my teeth - I also brought you a blanket in case you needed to wrap yourself up at night

-Oh...yes, thank you very much that...that will help me a lot, you...you know the cold, the night...the cold

- Yes, the cold… - I smiled at him, holding back a laugh while I put my backpack a little farther away from me so that I could better fit myself against the wall and rest.

- So? ..which is your favorite? -He looked at me while he was holding four cassettes in front of his face, barely showing his eyes

-mmm, this one, side A, the first song - i point barely touching the cover making him turn them quickly making a gesture of astonishment clapping

-Kiss, Detroit Rock City, is one my favorite too

-Really?, I've listened to it every night since I bought it and I can't get enough of it -i barely murmured as my mind responded to my eyes being open, my eyelids were heavy and the sound of the water around me sounded like a lullaby making me feel relaxed

-I would like to continue talking to you and have some tea but you look tremendously tired and I don't have a kettle, why don't you try to sleep - I could barely settle when I felt his body next to me, his arm around my shoulders while i leaning against him and We both huddled together with the blanket barely covering half of our bodies. His heart sounded slowly but steadily making the lullaby of the water a simple strange sound and began to lull me with each beat that was heard coming out of his chest.

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- don't wake them up... Dustin... you're so unbearable

-I don't want to wake them up, I just want to know if they're breathing - a small tickle in my nose and part of my face made me wake up and open my eyes to see my face surrounded by curly hair making me separate quickly when I realized that my face was hidden in Eddie's neck

- I told you you were going to wake her up - Steve walked away while he waved his arms annoyed and sighed

-Good morning sleeping beauty, did you sleep well in the arms of your prince? - Dustin's face tenderly deformed with the smile he gave me making me frown annoyed

-Dustin, have you ever been slapped in the morning?

-No, not that I remember.

-Do you want me to be the first? you're earning it - I looked at him totally determined to hit him until Eddie moved stretching his arms and looking at everyone still sleepy

-Good morning lovebird-his silver teeth were seen again while Eddie and I looked at each other reading our minds

- Do you hit him or do I?

-ok, we can talk later about beating Henderson but dis you haven't realized what happened?, there is another dead, in the same way as Chrissy, the road is closed because it happened shortly from here and there is chaos- Steve placed his hands on his hip as a sign of being worried

-Who... who died?

-Fred Benson...- Max looked at us curiously sitting from the top of a table - may I ask...what are you doing here? I thought everything was fine with you

-His brother is Jason Carver, nothing can be right with that idiot around-Robin just said between sarcastic laughs-I'm sorry if something happened..

And she was right, but I barely remembered his name while I surrounded myself with all of them, my new friends maybe, after a while talking and while Dustin explained to me how the Upside Down theme worked and about his friend '' El'' they left, promising that they would continue looking for a way to solve everything leaving us alone again with a little hope that everything would soon be fixed, but how would you explain to a town that all this happened because a being half alive half dead decided to go out and kill teenagers, it was even reasonable to think

-You've been a bit quiet since the guys left, are you okay? - Eddie sat next to me offering me some chocolate milk from a beer bottle

-It's just that...I was thinking - I looked at him as I shook my head at his bottle and looked back at the lake - have you ever...thought you were right, but people keep treating you like you're completely stupid? ...

-Well, every day to be honest, sometimes people are like that because they don't understand that some of us are happy being different from what they were taught was correct

-Yes... once my mom grounded me for a week because i didn't want to serve my brother's dinner- I smiled just watching the water move from one side to another

-Your family is the typical one, a magazine family where everything is perfect and their daughter must be pretty and homelike if she isn't completely wrong, right? - He gave a mocking laugh drinking his chocolate milk while I emphasized - well... if it's any consolation, I find it completely stupid except for the pretty thing, that's what you already are.

-Why do you insist on giving me compliments, don't lie to look good.

-I'm not lying... look... damn I'm going to look totally stupid - he sighed resting his hands on his knees getting up walking in circles while playing with his hair covering his face- the first game of 1983, you entered the cheerleaders because your brother joined that stupid team even though he was always on the bench the first few years, you used an orange ribbon in your hair and on Fridays since the second year you don't come by car with your brother, you walk to class right?

-yes..how did you notice that? - my heart was beating fast but not out of fear like these last few days, it was a different beat that made me feel good

-Because I paid attention to you, but you never noticed right?

-No... I always thought you looked at Chrissy...

-Well, I preferred a scene of Jason's jealousy to him ending up killing me in the middle of the cafeteria because he saw me adoring his sister, can you imagine me in the middle of recess - a cry came from him as he put his hands on his chest falling dramatically- stop Jason, it's not my fault you're not cute enough like your sister stop! - it was so cute that my laugh started to come out without noticing that it was loud enough to be heard

-You know what else I noticed-he looked at me leaning his elbows on the floor-the apples you eat are always green and your favorite juice is peach like the perfume you wear ..

- So... you never looked at Chrissy...

-Never - he let out a slight sigh as he sat looking at me and pursed his lips embarrassed - honestly... I met Chrissy a week ago, I never noticed that she was your friend or sat next to you in class or in the cafeteria .. .so - on an impulse he stood up accommodating his jacket - I don't understand how you never noticed me that offends me too much

-Eddie ..-I laughed looking at him while he intertwined his hands through his hair looking at the ceiling pretending to be frustrated- Edward!

-What?...what did you call me? that's the code name, you should never say that - his legs jumped quickly in long steps almost throwing himself on me while his hands surrounded my waist tickling me, for a moment the world cleared up, there were no problems, nor did I remember why we were hiding In that boat house, no one in the history of our lives existed, it was just him and me being ourselves.

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