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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years

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Holy shit Eddie with a mommy kink is all I can think about I am going to SCREAM your writing is so fucking good

Genuinely begging for you to write more sub Eddie soon

i fall more and more in love with sub eddie every day babe

nuisance / eddie munson

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

one shot

cw: sub!eddie, dom/sub, mommy kink, handcuffs, face riding, gag, cockwarming, vibrator use, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare

all day long eddie’s been acting up in order to get your attention. now that he has it, it’s not going to be easy for him.

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“eddie!” you snapped in his face, trying to gather his attention.

his eyes leave your cleavage and come up to your eyes. “hm?” he questions, squeezing your side.

you glare at him, his expression faltering as he realized he’d done something wrong. “pay attention, mike’s trying to talk to you,” you said, gesturing towards the younger wheeler. mike looked between you two with a look of disgust.

“hey, give up that look micheal. once you go see your little girlfriend you’ll probably be fantasizing about her tits too,” eddie says, pointing his finger at mike.

you slap his shoulder. “eddie, they’re literally fourteen,” you say.

“fifteen,” mike says shyly, raising his hand. eddie wasn’t the only one who found you slightly intimidating. you wave him off.

eddie rolls his eyes, “i’ve been fantasizing about girls since i was like ten. speaking of which, your tits look really good today.”

you smack him upside the head once again and he finally starts actually talking to mike.

a few hours later, you were both in the family video, talking to steve and robin about your plans for this weekend. you were leaned on your forearms on the counter as you listened to steve and robin bicker for the millionth time. you were pulled from the amusing conversation as you felt eddie’s crotch graze across your ass. you stood up quickly, turning to face him. he looked at you sheepishly, knowing you knew it wasn’t an accident.

you raise your brows warningly as he rolls his eyes. “excuse us guys, i need to go talk to eddie for a second,” you say to the two sweetly before turning to eddie, your face turning to a scowl. you grab his bicep and begin dragging him to the back near the bathroom.

“ow, y/n,” eddie whines, stumbling behind you. you stop once you’re hidden from steve and robin and cross your arms.

eddie looks at you with a protruding lip. “what is up with you and being naughty today?” you ask.

a whine leaves his lips as he comes forward, practically falling against you and wrapping his arms around you. his face falls into your neck and he presses you firmly to him. he was so subby today. “m’want you,” he mumbles, rolling his hips against you.

you push his shoulders so you can meet his eyes. “baby, are you doing okay? is something wrong? is that why you’re being so clingy?” you ask in slight concern, holding his face in your hands. normally when he wasn’t feeling good, either being sick or emotional, he got extra subby. but he was never like this in public.

he shook his head, rutting into your leg and whimpering. “i just want you, please can we go home?” he asks.

“you sure nothings wrong?” you ask skeptically. he nods, nestling his head into your neck again as he tries humping your leg once more. “eddie, stop. we’re in public,” you say, your more dominant side coming out.

eddie shakes his head, groaning as you felt the imprint of his hard cock on your hip. “mommy,” he whispers in a needy manner.

“eddie, you’re being a bad boy right now. if you try humping my leg or anything one more time you’re getting in big trouble when we get home,” you threaten. eddie whines into your neck, squirming against you. “eddie,” you warn. but he only ends up doing exactly what he told you not to.

immediately you push him off of you and give him a glare. you walk off back towards the desk and eddie follows you like a lost puppy. you continue talking to robin and steve as eddie obviously struggles behind you. the two definitely notice something is going on, but they had no idea what. eddie wraps his arms around you from behind, very subtly grinding against your ass but only you could tell. “okay, i think we need to go, eddie isn’t feeling too good,” you say with a fake frown.

the two of you leave, getting into your car and heading towards your house. “why are you being such a nuisance?” you ask, paying attention to the road. eddie purses his lips, watching out the window. “eddie, i am talking to you! do you want your punishment to get worse?” you ask him loudly.

“n-no mommy, i just really feel… small? i want you so bad,” he says, looking at you with big puppy dog eyes.

you sigh, gripping the wheel as your arousal dampens your panties. “when we get home, you’re going straight upstairs and getting undressed. when i get in there i want you laying down and ready for the handcuffs, okay?” you say.

eddie let’s out a whimper and nods. “yes, mommy,” he says quietly. you look over at him, not sure how to feel since you’ve never seen him like this before.

when you get home, he does exactly what you asked as you grab some supplies from downstairs. you smile as you walk in, closing your bedroom door and take in the appearance of your boyfriend. he laid naked on your bed, hands above his head with wrists ready for the cuffs, his stomach contracting as his cock stood tall in the air. “look at my obedient little boy, so ready for mommy, huh?” you tease. eddie whines, squirming on your bed. you quickly shed your clothes and then grab the cuffs from your bedside table. “ready, baby?” you ask before putting them on.

“yes, ma’am,” he says, watching you intently. you snap them on his wrist, giving them a gentle tug to make sure they were secure. you sighed, climbing up and straddling his upper chest.

he looks at you with pure admiration as you tuck his hair behind his ears. “mommy’s gonna ride your face until she’s had enough okay? no complaining because you wanna prove you’re a better boy than you were today, right?” you ask, trailing one finger over his features while your other hand starts spreading your arousal around your pussy.

eddie nods, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, showing he was ready for you. you stroke his cheek lovingly and ask, “remember what to do if you need to stop?” eddie clanks the metal of the cuffs together three times and looks at you expectantly. “smart boy,” you mumble, and then move your hips up his body before slowly sinking to his awaiting mouth. eddie moans contently against you as he begins lapping at your clit. you shudder and slowly rock your hips as eddie sucks and licks at you. “mm yes good, you’re so good with your mouth,” you moan, closing your eyes in pleasure.

eddie moans into your pussy, causing waves to shoot through you. god he was so good at that. eddie works you with his mouth, flicking, sucking, and lapping all the right places until you're a moaning mess and cumming on his tongue. “good boy, good good boy,” you moan when you finally lift off his tongue.

“i did good?” eddie asks, licking your cum off his face as he looked at you with his big eyes, begging for more validation.

you giggle at his expression and make your way down to sit on his torso, your dripping pussy making a slight squelching sound on impact. you use your two fingers to gather all of your arousal he couldn’t reach with his tongue and then place them in his happily awaiting mouth. “you did, sweet boy, made mommy feel so good,” you coo as he sucks on your fingers. “you gonna do it again? hm? wanna make mommy cum one more time? i just can’t get enough of your tongue baby boy,” you taunt, eyes glimmering with hunger as eddie nods enthusiastically for you. you pull your fingers from his mouth with a pop and bend down to press a short kiss to his lips. he was gonna need all the reassurance for what you were gonna put him through.

his skilled tongue made you cum again fast, and after coming down from your high you settled yourself next to him momentarily. “you know you make mommy feel so good? you’re mommy’s favorite boy,” you tell him softly while stroking his bangs back from his face.

he nods, trying to nuzzle into you the best he can. you make it easier for him, pressing yourself to his side so he can feel your touch. “i love you,” he says quietly.

“i love you too,” you smile and then begin rubbing his chest. “you did so good for me, but you know you’re still in trouble, right?” you ask with a small smirk. eddie frowns but nods anyway. “mhm, because we have rules, baby. and you broke some today, can you tell me which ones you broke?” you ask, using your nails to lightly scrape his chest.

his bottom lip quivers as he thinks of all the punishments he could possibly get. yet simultaneously his dick twitches. “i-i was looking at you and talking about you in ways i’m not supposed to,” he starts. you nod, scratching into him a little more forcefully. “and i tried to… um, i tried to do naughty things when we were out,” he says, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “i was a bad boy today,” he says quietly.

you smile at his confessions. “you were, and what happens when you’re a bad boy?” you tease.

“m’gonna get punished and not cum,” he says solemnly. you pick up his chin to make him look at you.

you kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips. “you’re right, but i’m feeling nice today, so if you’re good for a while, then i’ll let you cum. think you can do that?” you ask. eddie nods feverishly, eyes filling with hope.

you smile in a sort of evil way and stand up, going over to your tv and turning it on, finding a channel that was currently playing the golden girls. “mommy… what are you doing?” he asks shyly from his spot on the bed.

“go ahead and sit up baby, we’re gonna watch some tv for a while,” you say. eddie furrows his brows, knowing you’ve gotta have some punishment involved in this but wiggling his way up against your headboard anyway. once the tv is set, you walk back over to him, grabbing a bandana you’d grabbed from down stairs.

eddie looked from your hands to your face before stuttering, “w-what’s that for?” you smile at him before petting the top of his head.

“this? we’re gonna gag you, honey,” you say as if it were the most normal thing in the world. eddie felt tears well up in his eyes. it always amazes you how fragile he becomes in this state.

a lump forms in his throat as you begin rolling the bandana. “but then i can’t talk to you,” he says in a sad tone.

you frown at him in sympathy. “you weren’t talking when you ate me out, right? i’ll be right here though,” you say.

“can i touch you now?” he asks, hoping you’d at least give him something.

you put a knee on the bed so you can end up tying the bandana around his head once he’s ready. “no, baby, you were bad today, remember? this is part of your punishment,” you say and watch as tears fall from eddie’s eyes. “open your mouth for me, honey,” you say and eddie does, a small hiccup of a sob leaving his lips. you place the bandana in his mouth before carefully tying it in the back of his head and trying to keep his hair out of it. “good boy, now we’re gonna put those arms up,” you say and grab ahold of his wrists. he whimpered as you raised them directly above him, hanging the cuffs on a definitely unintentionally placed nail above your bed frame. you took a moment to take him in. he looked so miserable, but his cock was red and leaking precum.

without warning him about what you were doing you stroked his cock a few times, causing him to cry out against the gag, before straddling him. you were facing the tv, meaning that your back was facing eddie as you guided his tip into your hole and slowly sunk down. “now don’t move, eddie, mommy doesn’t want to cum again i just wanna feel full,” you say in warning. eddie sobs as you lean back and get as comfy as you can with his cock buried inside you. you wouldn’t lie it was hard to ignore, but messing with him was more important than another orgasm. you lay against his chest, trying to give him as much skin to skin as possible.

every few moments you'll reach back and stroke his face or press a kiss to his jaw as he whimpers. he desperately tries hard to keep from bucking into you, and really does better than you thought and only does it a couple times, each time getting yelled at by you. you stay like that for the entire episode, enjoying it along with eddie’s pathetic little whimpers.

when the episode ended and the commercials came on you sighed. “as much as i love this, i think i need to get up and move my legs,” you say before sitting up and slowly pulling off eddie’s cock. he cries as his now soaked cock slaps against his stomach. you do stretch a little before opening up your drawer and grabbing your favorite toy.

eddie watches closely and feels his eyes sting at the thought of having to watch you make yourself cum and him not be able to touch or help. but then you grab another bandana and that confuses him. he watches intently, eyes widening and breath picking up as you place the vibrator flush against his cock and begin lightly tying it into place with the bandana. you hadn’t turned it on yet, but eddie was already squirming. “no baby? you don’t want that?” you tease, finger hovering over the power button. eddie shook his head no, kind of scared because he’s only ever used the toy on you. “no? you show me with the cuffs your no if that’s what you really want,” you say, watching his wrists for any attempt at making the signal. his wrists don’t move though, and his breathing slows again. “what a good boy,” you pur, then click the on button.

eddie’s head falls forward as he spasms in shock, his legs curling in a little bit. you make your way back on the bed, sitting against the headboard watching between his cock and another episode of golden girls. “you can cum whenever you need to, baby,” you reassure, watching eddie’s spit soak the bandana as he moans and groans into the fabric.

“mommy,” you hear muffled from under the bandana over and over again. you smile as his whole body starts contracting before going as rigid as a pencil and his cock releases spurts of cum. he moans as he rides out his orgasm, but they quickly turn to cries when he realizes you’re not going to be turning it off for a while. he looks at you distraught, tears rolling down his face, and sniffling. all you do is give him a kiss on the forehead, which momentarily calms him, before going back to watching the show.

you hear his whines as his orgasm begins to hit again, watching the slow leak of cum leave his irritated cock as his eyes roll back in his head. you smile, loving the way his cock twitched from the vibrations. eddie starts crying profusely, tears continuously leaving his eyes as the vibrator keeps going past his second orgasm.

you feel him trembling next to you, whimpers leaving his mouth every few seconds. before you know it, his third orgasm is hitting, causing him to collapse forward and shake. spit falling from his lips as he starts babbling nonsense into the fabric. “mommy, too much,” is the only thing you make out of his pained cries.

you reach over, stroking his thigh comfortingly. “oh but baby you can keep going. mommy loves watching your pretty cock cum, can’t you give me just one more? once more and then you’ll be all done?” you beg. eddie agrees through his cries, his arms long asleep but still shaking. you watch closely, rubbing his thigh and nuzzling into his chest to give him reassuring kisses as he gets worked up to another orgasm.

he had no cum left, but you felt it reverberate into you as he came for the fourth time. “good boy, mhm great job, so proud,” you whispered reassurances in his ear as he rode it out. he looked at you with fucked out eyes, begging to be done as a string of drool dripped from his chin. “sorry baby, i lied, one more time. you can do one more for mommy right?” you asked. eddie closed his eyes and started to sob but nodded nonetheless. you waited patiently for his fifth orgasm, listening to every helpless whimper he made in your ear. “that’s it, baby, go ahead. let go,” you say and watch as his whole body goes limp before jerking sporadically. you’d never seen him cum so hard and it was mesmerizing. you almost felt bad… but seeing him so helplessly hump into a vibrator as you could only see the whites of his eyes and tears and spit dripped from his face was definitely one of your favorite sights you’d ever seen. once the jerking stopped, you reached down and removed the vibrator and turned it off. it was covered in his sticky cum and you resisted putting it in your mouth. it was time to take care of your boy.

eddie was still slumped forward, labored breaths and cries leaving him but it was clear he was extremely weak and very emotionally vulnerable. “hey pretty boy,” you whispered soothingly, pushing him back to rest against your head board. his eyes lazily scanned for you, feeling like he’d just been taken to the edge of his life. “let’s get this off,” you cooed and grabbed the bandana around his mouth and pulled it away. a big drop of drool left his lips and fell onto his stomach. his nose was stuffy, his eyes red and barely open and he was taking deep breaths in through his mouth that was coated in spit.

you rested your hand on his face, him immediately reacting and leaning into it. “look at my perfect boy, wow. you did so good, baby. made mommy so happy,” you continue, trying to talk him out of his dumb state. “you came so hard and you took it so well. mommy is so proud of you baby boy,” you smile, starting to wipe away the mix of tears and drool. “i’m gonna take the cuffs off, okay? you ready for that baby?” you ask and he lazily nods, showing he was becoming more attentive. you reached for the key and stood up on your knees. “remember we’ve got to let them down slow,” you remind him making sure the cuffs were still hooked in order to keep his other arm up as you worked with the first one. you unlocked the cuff, carefully grabbing his wrist in your hand and pulling it out.

eddie let out a huff of discomfort as you began rubbing his arm up and down and wiggling his fingers to try and bring feeling back to them. “i know, baby, i know,” you said and kept rubbing it and slowly bringing it down. eddie whined as the tingles began to take over. after quite a while, his arms were both down and you’d gone to the bathroom to get a rag to clean him up. you wiped him all off despite his winces and whines before going over with a soft dry towel. you helped him lay down after giving him some water (through a straw by the way because sub eddie is high maintenance) before climbing in next to him.

“mommy,” he mumbled, forcing himself onto his side and throwing an arm over you and nuzzling into your boobs.

you smiled at him and wrapped one arm around his back while the other rested on top of his other hand. “goodnight, baby,” you said soothingly. and like that, he was out.

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sunflowergirl522 · 1 year

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The Other Wheeler 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader

Summary: you’re normally the forgotten Wheeler to anyone other than Mikes friends but Eddie is captivated by you upon first glance.

Word Count: 5202

A/n: No Taglist for this series.

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When you wake up in the morning a little disoriented and it takes you a minute to remember where you are. You’re still laying on Eddie’s chest, one arm wrapped around his waist. One of his arms is still wrapped around your shoulders while the other one is folded up to support his head. You lift your head up to peek at the alarm clock next to his bed to find its seven twenty six. You hold in the groan that wants to make its way out of you since you know there’s no point in going back to sleep if you’d have to wake up soon anyway.

You’re slow to sit up, making sure you don’t wake the sleeping boy next to you. You’ll wake him up when you’re done getting ready if his alarm hasn’t done so already. You’re quick to grab your clothes for the day along with your toothbrush and paste once you’re out of bed. The pattering of your feet is quiet so to not wake his uncle who you remember him saying would be home. You’re as quiet as you can be as you get ready for the day.

“I was just about to wake you up.” You jump at the voice coming from the other side of the door. The man on the other side's eyes widens when you open the door. “You’re not my nephew.”

“No, I’m Y/n Eddie’s friend. I hope it’s alright I stayed the night, my dad kicked me out for a few days. I can find somewhere else to go tonight if it’s a problem though.” The last thing you wanted to do was be a burden or have anyone here feel like you’re forcing your way into their lives.

“No, that's fine you stay here as long as you need.” Honestly, Wayne’s just excited to meet a new friend of Eddie’s. It’s not often his nephew will bring new ones around and he knows it’s because it’s not often Eddie makes them. He can’t help but feel for you though for the reason you’re here.

“You want some breakfast or something? There isn’t much but there should be a box of poptarts in the cupboard.” Wayne scratches the back of his neck as he asks, not completely sure how to go about this situation.

“Oh, no I’m good. Thank you for the offer though. I’ll wake Eddie up and head out, I gotta pick up my brother and his friends.” You send a smile his way and head back into Eddie’s room, your clothes balled up in your hands. You shove them into the emptier half of your duffle bag and straighten up, hands on your hips wondering how you’re going to wake your sleeping friend up.

A bouncing on Eddie’s bed wakes him from the dream he was having of being on tour with his band. He stirs and groans not wanting to wake up and face the reality that it doesn’t seem like Corroded Coffin is going anywhere anytime soon, maybe ever.

“So is Eddie your actual name or is it short for something?” Eddie’s eyes snap open at the sound of your voice shocked to hear it before remembering the events of last night.

“It’s short for something.” He closes his eyes again, sinking back into his pillow.

“Well what’s it short for?” He just shakes his head not answering and getting poked in the cheek as a response. “Come ooon. You gotta get up anyway.”

“I’ll start listing names, you just stop me when I get the right one.” Eddie peaks an eye open to study you laying next to him arms folded up behind your head. A man could get used to waking up to a view like this.

“Edgar, Edison, Eduardo, Edward, Edwin, Edmund?”

“Edmund?” Eddie opens his eyes completely and rolls onto his side propping his head up with his hand. There’s laughter in his voice. “You really think I look like an Edmund?”

“Hmm, you’re right. You’re definitely more of an Edgar.” The look of mock shock and hurt on his face sends you into laughter. “You can tell me later but for now you gotta get up and get ready for school and I gotta go pick up all the kids.” You pat his chest and roll off the bed to slip your shoes on.

“Want me to go with you? We can take the van and have more room for them.”

“That’s a great idea but Max finally agreed to let me drive her again and I’m hoping that means I can get her to open up a little bit to me before I get everyone else. Oh, your uncles up and about by the way. I swear I didn’t mean to wake him up if I did. I can go somewhere else tonight so I won't do it again tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to do that. Wayne normally gets up around now to make sure I’m up. So you didn’t wake him.” Eddie gets up and stretches as he speaks while you ignore the sliver of skin exposed from his shirt rising up. “You want something to eat before you go? There should be poptarts.” The fact that he basically repeated what his uncle had offered you earlier brings a smile to your face. Turns out both Munson men are kind and giving creatures.

“I’m good. Dustin normally gives me some of the breakfast his mom made when I pick him up. But thanks for offering. See you later alligator!” You wave and make your way out of the room before stopping and popping your head back in. “You’re supposed to say in a while crocodile. It’s fine, you’ll get it next time. See you at school.” Eddie smiles and shakes his head staring at the ground as you leave.

“Maxiiine!” You sing as you knock on her door after leaving the Munson trailer. “Maxy poo, Max, Max and cheese.”

“What?” She can’t help but laugh softly a little bit as she opens the door with her headphones around her neck.

“You ready to go? We’re grabbing Dustin first and then the others.”

“Ready as I’ll ever be I guess.” You swing your arm around her shoulder and lead the way to the car.

“You get shotgun since you’re first on my carpool route.” The two of you slide into the car and you pull out of the spot you parked in.

It’s silent in the car for a couple of minutes and you continuously glance over at her to see if she’s put her headphones on yet. All she seems to do these days is stick to herself blocking everyone out with them. You’ve been worried about her for a while now.

“So how have you been? How’s school?”

“It’s school.” She shrugs and looks out the window.

“Anything new going on with you?”

“I broke up with Lucas.” Your eyes go wide at this new information.

“You what? When, why?”

“The other day, he wouldn’t leave me alone and I had enough of it.” So in other words he probably tried to get her to move on too much when she doesn’t seem to want to. You’ll have to figure out another way to try to get her to open up to you then. You’re a little shocked Lucas hasn’t said anything about it to you though.

“Is it gonna be weird being in the car together?”

“I’m cool if he’s cool. Were you fine over at Eddie’s last night?”

“Yep! I met his uncle this morning too, he’s nice. If it follows the same pattern it always does I’ll be back home and avoiding my dad in a couple days. If not then I’ll ask Steve about staying at his place for a night or two and figure it out from there. I don’t wanna intrude on anyone's space for too long.” You were sure your mom would come get you again though so you shouldn’t even have to think about asking Steve.

“There’s always my place and I’m sure Claudia wouldn’t even bat an eye before sweeping you off into the guest room.”

“That’s true.” Dustin’s mom loves you like you’re her own having gotten to know you through the stories Dustin’s told her and the times you’ve been invited inside for dinner after dropping Dustin off at home or breakfast when you’ve picked him up.

Dustin’s already outside when you pull up to the house holding something, probably your breakfast for the day, wrapped in tinfoil. He barely even looks up until he’s about to open the passenger door where he freezes upon seeing Max in his seat.

“What happened to the rules of shotgun?” He asks as he climbs into the back choosing to sit in the middle seat so it’s easier to talk to you.

“Sorry Dustin but Max was the first one picked up besides you don’t wanna make her sit in the back with the rest of the pack do you?”

“Why was she first picked up?”

“I stayed at Eddie’s last night, pops kicked me out again. What’s in the foil?” You shrug in nonchalance letting Dustin know it’s not a big deal like you normally would when he found out. And as much as he’s itching to ask you about what happened the way you say it lets him know you don’t want to talk about it. So instead he looks down at his hand and holds out the wrapped food for you.

“Mom made you a breakfast sandwich.”

“Wonderful!” You yoink it out of his hand and start unwrapping it at the next stop sign. “We’re getting Mikey along with the Sinclairs today Dustin, so be prepared to make room.” He groans about there not being any room to make while you blissfully ignore it to bite into the heaven that is Claudia’s homemade breakfast sandwich.

You honk your horn as you park between both your own and the Sinclairs homes. Lucas and Erica appear first sliding in on either side of Dustin as Mike starts making his way to the car. As soon as it finally registers to Lucas that Max is in the car his eyes go wide and he fumbles around in his head looking for something to say.

“Hey Mike! Do you have everything you need?”

“Yeah. Why do I always get stuck sitting uncomfortably?” He tries to squeeze between Lucas and the door and when he fails he folds himself up to sit on the floor behind Max’s seat.

“Because everyone else gets here first.” You speak around a mouthful of food after you shove the last bite into your mouth.

The car ride is filled with the boys in the back discussing and talking animatedly about the campaign they were in the middle of for their club with Erica calling them idiots every once in a while. You ask questions here and there to join in or talk with Max but mainly you just drive with the biggest grin on your face over having almost all the boys in your car again. It makes you miss Will even more and more excited than ever to see him over Thanksgiving break.

You pull in front of the middle school first Erica hopping out and Dustin moving over so Mike doesn’t have to sit on the floor for the last couple of minutes. You wait until they’re all situated in the back before pulling away and heading into the high school parking lot. As the boys climb out you put a hand on Max’s arm to stop her from getting out and running.

“You want a ride home today? I can drop you off before I head to work, the boys will be in Hellfire and Erica has a tutoring thing so it’ll be just you and me.”

“Can you actually just take me with you to work? I’ve been meaning to find some new music.”

“I can do that.” She smiles your way before getting out and heading straight for the school instead of waiting around like the boys do. Lucas yells a quick bye to you before rushing after her hoping to be able to ask her how she’s doing. Dustin shares a look with Mike as you reach in to grab your bag before starting to walk off.

“Bye Y/n! Thanks for the ride!”

“See ya Dustin!”

“How was your night?” Mike asks in a quiet voice worried that he’ll upset you if he brings what happened up. You just smile a little at how it shows he cares before shrugging a shoulder and looking his way.

“It was as good as it could be, all things considered.”

“Where’d you end up going?” He knows that the last time it happened you crashed at Steves and the time before that Dustin’s but he likes to know that you’re somewhere safe.

“I stayed at Eddie’s, figured it would be easy for us to work on the project and everything that way and then I wouldn’t have to bother Steve with it again.” You make your way into the building Mike sticking close to your side. “He’s nice. I see why all of you became so close to him so fast. His uncle seems like he’s a great guy too, I met him this morning.”

Mike is silent as he wonders how you fit in the Munson trailer with there being one room. He assumes that Eddie gave you his bed knowing his older friend wouldn’t have made you sleep on the couch, but he also knows that you’re not one to kick someone out of their own bed. His thoughts are interrupted when you speak again.

“How was it after I left?”

“Mom got home and Nancy told her about what happened after saying she’ll get Holly ready for bed. Her and dad got into a fight again, I’m pretty sure he slept on the couch.”

“Serves him right.” You scoff opening up your locker to replace the books in your bag with the ones you need today. “How long do you think it’ll be this time before she comes looking for me?”

“Honestly, I’m not too sure. She’s pissed but he’s being-”

“A stubborn ass?”

“Right. So she might find you soon but he won’t be ready to let you back in.”

“I should probably just start looking for a place of my own now. It’d solve so many problems. He doesn’t even seem like he’s ready to play nice again?” You shut your locker and turn to look at your brother.

“Not really.” Mike has to swallow the lump forming in his throat at the mention of you moving out before speaking.

“Great.” You roll your eyes at the situation. “Alright well love you Mikey, I gotta head to class and you still have to get to your locker. Eddie’s driving you home after Hellfire still right?”

“Yeah, he should be.” You nod, swinging your bag back over your shoulder.

“See you around kid.” You mess up his hair and start heading to your next class missing the way he watches you leave torn between wanting to be normal and not cause a scene and throwing himself into your arms for one of your comforting hugs. He hasn’t had one in a while and with the threat of you moving out and probably never coming around anymore he could really use one.

“How’d your psych test go?” Eddie surprises you at lunch by dropping himself into the seat next to yours at lunch before going to his regular table.

“I’m pretty sure I nailed it. Did your group get tired of your shenanigans and kick you out?”

“And to think I was going to invite you over to sit with us.” He tsks and shakes his head, getting a small laugh out of you. You rest your chin on your hand and lean in his direction with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Who said I wanted to shack up with a bunch of hoodlums.” He leans right back into you so your foreheads are almost touching.

“I’m pretty sure you did last night darlin’ when you were begging to stay over.” There's a moment where the two of you just stare into each other's eyes. Eddie’s flick down to your lips before he jumps out of his seat pulling yours out. “Now c’mon Princess your throne awaits.”

“Don’t say a word.” Mike grumbles to Dustin from where they pause to watch the two of you on their way to the table before stomping the rest of the way over leaving his friend in laughter.

“Guys, this is Y/n.” Eddie shows you off like he’s Vanna White and you’re the big prize they could win if they guess the puzzle right. “Y/n these are the guys. Obviously you know Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. But here’s Jeff, Gareth, and Adam.” He points to each one as he introduces them.

“Hi!” You wave genuinely excited to meet them all. They were just as responsible for making your chosen family feel accepted as Eddie was. They wave back with greetings and Eddie pulls out his seat at the head of the table for you to sit pushing it in before grabbing a spare seat from another table and pulling it up next to you. “It’s nice to meet you guys, Dustin absolutely raves about how cool you all are.” The boy in question groans and slams his head on the table.

Mike hides his jealousy from that sentence with laughter at his friend's embarrassment. The way you say it, it’s like you’re Dustin’s sister instead of his own. Like you talk more with his friends than you do him and for the first time it’s like he realizes that maybe you do. You’re constantly driving them to and from school while he goes with Nancy and he’s even seen Lucas search you out in the halls to tell you something before. Hell you probably even talk to Will more than you talk to him with your at least biweekly calls to them all in California.

Sure Mike talks to you at home but you’re barely there anymore and when you are and ask him if he wants to do anything he always has something else to do that he thinks is more important. He finds himself nostalgic for when he was younger and you would do everything with him because Nancy didn’t want anything to do with him and his mom was too busy with newborn Holly. You were his best friend for a while and now everything has changed and Mike can’t help but wonder why and when he let you become like a stranger in his life.

“Can’t say that’s true, we’re a bunch of losers. Gareth.” He holds his hand out for you to shake and Eddie rolls his eyes into the back of his head when he catches onto the flirty lilt to his voice.

“Keep it in your pants Emerson. I’m sure Mike wouldn’t appreciate you flirting with his sister.”

“Yeah, I definitely wouldn’t.” Mike scoffs out keeping his eyes on Eddie the whole time he speaks hoping it gets his point across. He doesn’t pay any attention to him though he’s too busy watching the way your eyes crinkle as you laugh.

“Y/n!” You could’ve gotten whiplash from how fast you whipped your head around to look at Nancy barrelling towards you. This was certainly new, normally she just acts like she has no idea who you are.

“Nancy?”

“Thank God I caught you. Are you alright? Where’d you go last night? I called Steve but he said you weren’t there. And Mike said you probably didn’t go to Dustin’s because you said you still had to pick him up in the morning.”

“You called Steve?”

“Well yeah, I always call Steve when you get kicked out to make sure you got there okay.”

“Oh, Nancy pants, you do care.”

“So where did you go?” Her face flushes a light pink at the nickname she’s forbidden you from saying anymore and she pulls you to the wall to not be in the way of other students as she interrogates you.

“I-”

“There you are darlin.” Eddie interrupts you digging around in his pocket as he approaches the two of you. “Wanted to give you this.” He takes your hand and shoves a key into your palm. “Wayne’ll be at work and there’s Hellfire tonight, wanted to make sure you’d be able to get into the trailer.” Nancy’s eyes go wide and her jaw almost drops at his words.

“Thanks Angel Eyes but I’ll be at work until at least eight. I’ll probably end up there a little longer to close it up so you should really keep this on you so you’re not locked out of your own home.” You try to give it back to him but he shakes his head and crosses his arms in front of himself.

“Nope, if Hellfire gets out before you’re done with work I’ll just go bug you there. Besides it took me forever to get that off my keychain. I'm not putting it back on so soon.”

“Fine.” You sigh, deciding it wasn’t worth fighting him about this and put the key in your own pocket.

“Great, I’ll see you later!” He beams at you for another minute before he leaves to make his way to the drama room.

“You’re staying with Eddie? You don’t even know him!” Nancy’s eyes are wide with this new information.

“I know him, we have some classes together and Dustin and Lucas talk about him all the time.” You shrug while defending yourself. “Besides I didn’t want to bother Dustin with showing up on his doorstep that late or bother Steve with it again.”

“Steve basically adores you though.”

“Steve doesn’t adore me.” You wave the statement off and look towards the entrance of the school watching the sea of students make their way out of the building.

“Are you kidding me? Of course he does, you should’ve heard how worried he was when I told him you were kicked out again.”

“Okay. Now as confused as I am about what all this was about, I love you and I appreciate you asking if I’m okay so much but I gotta go. Max is probably waiting for me at the car by now and I don’t want to keep her waiting too long. I’ll uh, see you around I guess.” You scratch the back of your neck not sure how to say goodbye to her even though she’s your own sister. Sure you guys were close when you were little but after you and your dad started to fight all the time, around like seventh grade for you, she started to want nothing to do with you it seemed. She’s even called you the problem after certain fights. Which you don’t hold against her because she was still young and not even aware of what the fights were about yet.

“So um, bye!” You smile and wave before rushing down the hall to the exit leaving Nancy behind.

“You.” Steve scans the shop searching for you before he speaks eyes narrowed and finger pointed your way.

“Me?” You point to yourself in your spot on the floor where you’re stocking the cassettes confused as to why he sounds like he’s about to scold you like a mother would a child hand half in the cookie jar. He’s definitely talking to you though, there’s no one else in the store.

“Yes you.” He makes his way through the store until he’s standing over you, most of his weight on one leg and his hands on his hips.

“Why me?”

“You got kicked out again last night.” He folds his arms across his chest while you go back to paying attention to the tapes on the shelf in front of you.

“And?” His worry he seems to have at it is genuine you know that, he’s proved enough times that he cares enough about you to care about when this happens or something happens to make you upset.

Little do you know that Steve’s one of the only people who actually notices how poorly you’re treated by your father and sometimes by the people around you. He got into a few little fights with Nancy about it when they were dating, always telling her that she should talk to you more and stop acting like you’re a pain to be around. He’s even thought about pulling Mike to the side to tell him to appreciate you more. After you met Robin and the two of you started having a small friendship Steve warned her that if she ever pulled something on you like Barb or past friends did he’d drop her so fast even if she’s his best friend. Because even though you’re older than him he’s brought it on himself to take up the protector role that an older brother probably would. You’re too stuck in your head and insecurity that people don’t actually like you as much as it seems to notice though.

“And you didn’t come to my house and you didn’t go to Dustin’s or even Robin’s. So where’d you go hmm? And you better not tell me you slept in your car again.” You had done that the first time you got kicked out and when Steve found out he made sure you knew there was always room at his place for if it happened again.

“I didn’t sleep in my car. I stayed with a friend.”

“What friend?”

“My new friend Eddie, he’s cool. Dustin and the gang like him too so I don’t have to worry about him being a creep.” You shrug and shove the rest of the copies of Wham’s album Make It Big in place before grabbing the box that’s now empty and getting up to head towards the front desk.

“You don’t mean Eddie Munson?” Steve sputters out lagging behind you.

“The very same.”

“What is it about him that has you all drawn like sheep to the flock?”

“Dunno, he's just nice I guess, I feel comfortable around him and so do the kids. What are you doing here anyway, shouldn’t you be closing up Family Video tonight with Robin?”

“We weren’t busy so I popped out to check on you. Where are you staying tonight?”

“I’ll still be at Eddie’s. You should get back to work in case it does get busy because Robin will just close and blame you again when the two of you get in trouble for it.” You place the empty box on the ground and grab the one filled with the records you have to stock up. You really should be doing stock after closing but you never saw the point in not just doing it during your last hour when almost no one comes in. You’d rather do stock than sit there and do nothing, that is when you don’t have school work you should be doing and you don’t feel like being in a rush to get home.

“It’s Family Video how busy can it be?” He thinks about it for a second while you watch the gears in his head turn. “You might have a point though, I don’t need Robs throwing me under the bus again.”

“Exactly.” You shoot him a finger gun while resting the box on your hip.

“I’ll see you then Y/n, you’re still coming to that movie night Robin’s been planning next weekend right?”

“Course I am I got off work and everything for it, King.” Steve’s nickname, as boring as it is, is more inspired by Stephen King, his books being one of the first things the two of you bonded over, than it is his old King Steve title he had.

“Alright, bye Y/n!” He pulls you into a quick side hug, careful of the box of records before heading out of the shop.

Meanwhile Eddie’s dropping the kids off starting with Lucas and Mike because Dustin insisted on being dropped off last.

“So what’s going on with you and my sister?” Eddie chokes on his own spit at Mike’s sudden words.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you like her or something?” Mike leans between the two front seats, eyes narrowed at his older friend.

“What?! Why would you think that?” Eddie nearly crashes the car at his shock of being asked that.

“You’re being really nice to her.”

“Yeah, believe it or not Wheeler, I'm a nice guy.”

“She’s staying at your place until further notice.”

“I’m just trying to help a friend out no matter how new they are.”

“You’ve been constantly giving her goo goo eyes.”

“Oh look, it's your stop. You two out so I can get Dustin home.” Eddie stops in front of Lucas’s house so quickly it would’ve sent Mike flying into the stereo if Eddie hadn’t put his arm out to stop him. He normally would’ve just pulled in front of Mike’s house first and turned around before dropping Lucas off but he’s honestly just trying to dodge all of Mike’s questions.

“We’re not done with this.”

“Well we are for now. Bye Lucas.”

“See ya Eddie!” Lucas salutes him before climbing out of the van. Mike glares at Eddie a minute longer before following him grumbling to himself. Eddie’s quick to drive off after seeing Mike get to his porch.

“Alright Dustin, when did Wheeler learn to be slightly nerve wracking?” Dustin shrugs and leans back in his seat.

“He just gets like that. Should’ve seen him when Steve started getting closer with her after him and Nancy broke up. Mike thought since he lost one sister he was just gonna go for the other one.”

“Was he?” Eddie’s grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly that he doesn’t even notice it.

“Nah, he’s got more like an older brother vibe to their friendship.” Eddie lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“But he’s younger than her?”

“Ya but it’s all in how he acts with her and with things regarding her.” Eddie rolls to a stop in front of Dustin's house and he opens the door pausing before getting out to turn back towards his friend. “It does seem like you like her though Eddie. And unlike Mike I think the two of you would be good for each other.” And with that he gets out slamming the door and rushing up to his front door.

Eddie shakes his head at his words, a small smile forming on his face as he pulls away and starts making his way to the music store since there’s still twenty minutes till you close.

“Hey there Angel Eyes! We got more Abba in today if you wanna see if we have any you don’t.” And as you tease him with a smile that makes him feel like it’s just for him Eddie can't help but wonder if his young friends are right about him starting to like you.

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chimmyboii · 2 years

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Just Go With it (Part 1)

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader fem reader

Plot: When Eddie is humiliated by Jason in the school cafeteria, cheerleader Y/N L/N decides to step in.

Disclaimer: okay so i decided to try something a bit different. there is a reason for the unexpected kiss which will be revealed in later parts.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Tapping her foot against the tiled floor, Y/N sighed again for the umpteenth time as she waits in line for the vending machine. After the student in front of her leaves, she steps forward and places her money into the slot. Just as the can of coke fell down, she heard cheers and laughter coming from the cafeteria. Quickly, she bent down and picked up the cold can before speed walking towards the cafeteria.

As Y/N walks through the door, Eddie Munson storms passed, covered in what looks like spaghetti. Y/N frowns as her eyes connect with his, his doe eyes are welled up with tears, he walks out the room with his head down. Y/N looks towards the table Eddie normally sits at and spots Jason holding onto the window ledge, crying with laughter. Walking further into the room, Y/N gets a clear look at the mess. The floor where Eddie had originally sat was covered in mince and pasta, the red sauce all over the floor. Both Dustin and Gareth had been splattered on by the looks of it, Mike was rubbing sauce from Dustin face. Fire seemed to rise in Y/N belly as she looked at the culprit - who stands there laughing like it’s the most funniest thing he had ever seen. Y/N goes to clench her fist when she realises she still held the can of coke.

Looking down, an idea dawned on her. Smirking, Y/N shook the can really hard before waltzing over to Jason’s still laughing form. He straightens up slightly when his blue eyes spot her. His smile widens, if possible, as she stops in front of him.

“Hey Jase!” She chirped, batting her eyelashes and holds out the can of fizzed up coke. “They didn’t have any diet and you know I’m trying so hard to stay in shape for the championship game. You want it?”

Please say yes, Y/N begged in her mind. She watches as Jason gulps, his eyes looking from her lips to her eyes again before he nods once. She presses the can into his outstretched palm, letting her fingers trail along his knuckles before pulling away. Y/N watches as he pulls back the tab, her eyes widening with glee as the fizz erupts, exploding in Jason’s face soaking him completely. Jason’s white t-shirt is brown with the liquid. His blue eyes are wide with shock as they look at her. Y/N makes a show and lifts her hands to her mouth.

“Oopsie daisy, I forgot to say I dropped it,” Laughter echoes around the cafeteria, making Jason’s face burn. Leaning over she whispers in Jason’s ear. “Not so funny now, is it?” Pulling back, Y/N smirks before walking to the cheerleading table and joining the rest of her friends.

After the cafeteria incident, Eddie Munson vanished. For two whole weeks, Y/N eyes kept drifting to the Hellfire table to find the chair at the top of the table empty. Everything thing went back to normal, like nothing had happened. Like Eddie Munson didn’t exist. All except Y/N. It was weird not seeing the long-haired metal head not jumping on tables, shouting about that damn fantasy game he’s obsessed with. It was just plain weird. Which is why Y/N found herself walking up to the Hellfire table one afternoon. The five boys were chatting amongst themselves when Y/N stopped at the bottom of the table, at first they didn’t notice her until she cleared her throat loudly. All eyes snap to her, two widen in shock and the other three glare at her. Y/N tugs at her green cheer skirt nervously.

“Hey guys,” she starts, her voice wobbling with nerves. The brown-haired boy, who Y/N recognises as Gareth from her math class, squints at her. “Have you seen Eddie?”

“Why the hell do you want to know?” Gareth snaps and Y/N shrinks back slightly. Fuck, Y/N thinks, why do I want to know? Y/N was lost for words and Gareth snickered. “Missing having someone to pick on, is that it?” Y/N is quick to shake her head.

“No! I just wondered if he was okay, I just haven’t see him in a while,” Dustin looked at the cheerleader in front of him, she seemed skittish as she kept fiddling with the white cardigan she wore over her cheer uniform. It was weird, Dustin thought, considering he had never seen Eddie or her ever interact with one another.

“He’s alright,” Dustin answered her, cutting off Gareth who in turn shot him a glare. Y/N visibly relaxed, her shoulders dropped as she nodded.

“Okay, thank you Dustin,” Dustin’s eyes widen as she said his name and smiled before walking back to her table.

“What the fuck, man?” Mike breathed, like he was holding his breath the entire time Y/N was here. “Since when were Eddie and Y/N L/N friends?” Gareth snorted.

“They’re not,” Jeff spoke, taking a sip of his coke. “As far as I’m aware anyway, but I’m pretty sure Eddie would have mentioned something about being friends with the Princess of Hawkins High,” Gareth nodded in agreement, his eyes on Y/N at the cheerleaders table. She sat next to Chrissy, twirling her hair on her index finger, seemingly engrossed in what the girl was saying.

“I don’t like her,” Gareth announces causing Dustin to let out a loud laugh.

“Yeah no shit man, you looked ready to bite her fucking head off,” Both Jeff and Mike hum in agreement with what Dustin said but Gareth just rolled his eyes.

“She just seems fake,” he continues, his eyes falling back on the cheerleader. “I don’t know how to describe it, there’s just something about her that’s off,” Dustin rolls his eyes at that.

“She only spoke to us for five minutes,” Gareth clicks his fingers.

“See! That’s just it, why talk to us at all. Why ask about Eddie? Aren’t we beneath the cheer squad?”

Mike shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe she’s nice, you know, not like the other cheerleaders.” Dustin hums in agreement before clicking his own fingers.

“Or maybe she has a crush on Eddie. She did make that can of coke explode on Jason!” All the boys turn to Dustin confused. Dustin looks at each boys face, “What? Didn’t you guys see her shake the can before she handed it to Jason?” The boys shook their heads. “Yeah she shook when she was standing there,” Dustin pointed to the table where Hawkins band sit. Gareth sits back, stumped.

“That is weird,” Jeff comments this time.

Dustin arrives at Eddie’s trailer an hour after school. He knocks twice but still hears not movement from inside the trailer. He bangs loudly, four times, before the door is ripped open and old Wayne Munson stands in front of him. He frowns at Dustin before letting out a sigh.

“Oh!” Dustin squeaks, taking a step back. “Sorry, Mr Munson. Is Eddie home?” The older man nods and takes a step to the side, allowing room for the boy to enter.

“He’s in his room,” Dustin thanks him and walks towards the white door. From outside, Dustin can hear the strumming of a guitar which explains why he didn’t hear Dustin knocking. Opening the door, Dustin finds Eddie perched on his bed, his electric guitar on his lap. At the sound of the door opening, Eddie’s brown eyes snap to his.

“Hey man,” Dustin greets making his way over to Eddie’s bed and dumps his backpack on it. “Brought you your homework for this week and some ideas for the next campaign,” Eddie just nods, his fingers still plucking at the guitar. It’s silent apart from the sound of Eddie strumming. Dustin breaks it once more. “Are you gonna come back to school?” Eddie shrugs. “No one's talking about it, literally no one cares, well apart from Y/N L/N, she asked about you today.” Eddie stopped strumming and looked at the younger boy.

“Y/N L/N asked about me?” Eddie asked bewildered. Dustin smiled, happy to hear his friend speak again.

“Yeah she literally walked up to our table at lunch and asked if we had seen you. She was apparently wondering if you were alright,” Dustin watched as Eddie frowned, his eyebrow pinched together. “I think she has a crush on,” Eddie scoffed at him.

“What? Y/N L/N having a crush on me? Yeah right, you’re delusional man,” Dustin let out a laugh.

“I’m being serious man! First she soaked Jason Carver with a can of coke minutes after he dumped spaghetti on you, then she comes up to us in front of the whole school asking if you’re okay.”

Eddie threw up his hands. “Wait, wait, wait. Y/N soaked Jason?” Dustin nodded enthusiastically. “Are you sure?”

“Dude, I saw it with my own eyes,” Eddie moves the guitar of his lap and stands up. He begins pacing up and down the side of his bed, biting his thumb. Eddie comes to a halt, a wide smile appearing on his lips, his brown eyes sparkling.

“This can only mean one thing, Henderson,” He starts and Dustin watches with confusion. “Y/N L/N has a crush on me,” Dustin lets out a groan. “You’re right, Henderson! I’ve watched enough movies to know that is a declaration of love right there, defending their crushes honour!”

“Dude I said she might have a crush on you. Key word might!” Dustin protests, his voice cracking slightly. But Eddie isn’t listening, his mind is on Y/N.

“I can’t wait for school tomorrow!” Eddie sang, flopping back onto his bed as Dustin let out a sigh.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Dustin mutters.

Y/N stood by her locker when Eddie came charging through the doors, capturing the attention of the students surrounding the hallway. Y/N feels a sense of relief at seeing the metal head, especially since the last time she saw him, he looked distraught.

“I’m back!” Eddie sang, smirking at the other students, “did you miss me?” Everyone rolled their eyes before turning back to their originally conversations. Y/N turned back to her locker and began to pull out her textbook. As she was sliding them out, one fell and landed on the ground. Sighing, Y/N reached down to pick it up when another hand came into view. The hand adored four silver rings, it picked up the textbook before the body stood to full height causing Y/N to follow. Eddie stood there with a wide grin on his face.

“Your textbook M’Lady,” He bowed and presented the book to her. Y/N chuckled while shaking her head and took the book from him and places it back in her locker. As she turns back to Eddie, she spotted Jason entering the school, his arm draped over Chrissy’s shoulder. His eyes found eyes and Y/N watches as the darken to a glare at the sight of Eddie in front of her. Y/N glowered back at him, before turning back to Eddie who still had a stupid smile on his face.

“Just go with it,” Y/N announces before reaching forward and hooking her arms around Eddie’s neck, tugging him forward until she could reach and press her lips against his. Eddie’s lips were warm and surprisingly soft and they moved with Y/N instantly, almost eagerly. Eddie pushed Y/N’s back against the locker, one hand gripping her waist and the other caressing her jaw. Y/N whimpered slightly as Eddie swipes his tongue along her bottom lip. She pulls back instantly. Eddie chases her lips but Y/N moves her face to side, his lips press soft pecks to her cheek traveling down towards her neck. For a moment, Y/N relishes in the tender kisses, sighing softly to herself. Eddie kisses his way back to her lips where he presses three more kisses to her lips before pulling away slightly.

“I knew it,” Eddie whispers breathlessly, “Oh baby, I’m gonna treat you so well. I swear I’ll be the best boyfriend ever, promise!” He suddenly grinned which made Y/N frown in confusion. He leans back down to plant a kiss on Y/N frowning lips. Just then the bell rang and Eddie skips, literally skips down the hallway before stopping and turning back to her.

“I’ll see you at lunch, sweetheart,” He shouts back to her, the grin never leaving his face. And with that he disappears amongst the crowd.

“What the fuck?” Y/N breaths. Boyfriend? Y/N thinks, Eddie think he’s my boyfriend? Holy shit this is not good, this is really not good.

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Upside Down Feelings 11

Chapter One: MADMAX

summary: Just another normal school day for Y/N’s crew followed by a dinner with Barb’s parents and a moment alone with Steve

word count: 3232

“I don’t know about this, Nancy!” You called from her bathroom, looking in the mirror to see your costume. Nancy came up with the oh-so brilliant idea of going as a sexy devil and angel for Halloween this year. She was the angel, of course. Leaving you in a skimpy, tight and short red dress that showed off your figure in a way nothing ever has before. “It’s too much! I’m not comfortable with this!”

“Oh, my God,” She laughed. “Just step out already! Let me see!”

You stepped out, revealing the lacy dress paired with thigh high, heeled boots and shiny devil horns. Her jaw dropped at the sight of you.

“Woah,” She muttered. “I’ve never seen you look so..”

“What?” Your voice pitched as you turned around to look in her mirror. “It’s too slutty, isn’t it? I knew I didn’t have the body to pull this off-“

“No, no! You look..” She said before grinning. “Really sexy. I know you and Eddie aren’t anything serious but you should totally swing by his place in that outfit. I have a feeling you’d have the night of your life.”

“I told you that I didn’t want to spend Halloween in a skin tight-” You rolled your eyes before hearing her door open. You jumped back, looking around for something to cover up with as you heard her brother speak up.

“Nancy, I hope you don’t-… woah..” Mike muttered. “Y/N, you look… woah..”

“EW, GET OUT!” You both shouted. He quickly snapped out of his trance before opening Nancy’s sock drawer and taking out the piggy bank.

“I’m sorry! I’ll pay you back!” He said before darting out of the room.

“MIKE! WHAT THE HELL?!” Nancy took off after him, leaving her door open. You quickly ran back into the bathroom, leaning on the door and taking a breath.

And then an idea dawned on you.

“That motherfucker. I knew I was missing some change,” You muttered before changing into your clothes, prepping yourself to drive home and check your own piggy bank. You made sure to leave the costume on her counter before you left.

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“Dustin, would you please just shut the hell up about this already?” You groaned as you pulled into the school parking lot. “I’m not giving you any more quarters just because Mad Matt-“

“Max! Mad Max! God, do you even listen to a word I say?!” He huffed, crossing his arms.

“-All because Mad Max beat your score!” You ignored, sticking out your tongue slightly as you focused on parking into the spot next to Steve. Your brother stayed quiet, knowing parking always required your undivided attention.

“I’ll clean your room for a week!” He finally said as soon as you put the vehicle in park.

“I’ve seen your cleaning. I’m not impressed,” You scoffed, leaning back to grab your bag.

“And I’ll wash the Bronco!” He pleaded. You hopped out of your car, knocking on Steve’s passenger window and bending down to wave at Nancy. She smiled up at you, holding up a finger before she continued to read the paper in her hands.

“I don’t want your grimy hands touching the Bronco,” You said as you began making your way towards the high school, making his jaw drop.

“Y/N, listen. I’m gonna make you a deal you can’t refuse-“

“You wanna bet? No, no, and just in case you didn’t catch it before,” You turned around and gave him a mean glare. “No.”

“Okay, I can see you’re upset. We can talk about it later,” He sighed as he watched you jog to catch up with Robin before he headed towards the middle school.

———

“Could you please convince Jonathan to go to Tina’s party with us?” Nancy groaned, before dramatically leaning on her locker that sat beside yours and dangling an orange paper in your face. You smiled, looking over at Jonathan before glancing down at the paper.

TINA’S HALLOWEEN BASH

Come and get Sheet Faced

“See, I would, but,” You sighed just as dramatically. “I don’t wanna go either.”

“What?!”

“Thank you!” He laughed.

“Please don’t tell me you’re both taking your brothers trick or treating.”

“Wh- Oh, my God!” You pointed at Jonathan, faking a surprised look.

“No way! You’re going trick or treating with the boys too?” He mirrored you.

“You guys suck,” Nancy huffed. “Just-just come! I mean, who knows? You might even meet someone-“

She was interrupted by her own surprised squeal as Steve snuck up behind her and picked her up from behind. He put her down and she twirled around to slap him in the arm. He laughed and pulled her in by her waist.

“God, take those stupid things off,” She giggled.

“I missed you,” He smiled.

“It’s been like an hour.”

“Tell me about it,” He muttered before pulling her in by her neck and embracing her. You looked over at Jonathan with a look of disgust and he did the same. You closed your locker and nodded as if to say let’s go.

“Do they have to do that right in front of us?” He muttered.

“Tell me about it,” You mimicked, making him chuckle. “She’s trying to convince me to be the sexy devil to her sexy angel for Tina’s party. She bought me a costume. Made me try it on and everything.”

“And?” He raised his brows as he walked up to his locker.

“And it’s just not me,” You shrugged. “I don’t wanna wear a skimpy dress to a party full of people who didn’t know my name prior to my best friend becoming popular. I don’t even like most of them. I was kinda hoping to just take the boys trick or treating and then making a few mixtapes with Robin or something.”

“You got room for a plus one?” He asked. You smiled for a moment before shrugging.

“That depends,” You said. “Would you bring a cassette by the Talking Heads so I can put it into a mixtape?”

“Yeah, why not?” He smiled.

“Then yes,” You said, glancing over to catch Steve’s gaze from down the hallway before you both quickly turned away. “Gotta get to class. I’ll let you know the details later.”

———

“Y/N!” Dustin shouted as you walked up to your vehicle. He picked up his pace into a jog to meet you there.

“If you’re going to ask for more quarters, then you should know that the answer is still-“

“No! We just need a ride to the arcade!” He said quickly.

“We? Who’s we?”

“Me and Lucas.”

“I don’t see a Lucas,” You said after looking around.

“He’s finishing up a test. He’ll be out in like three minutes,” Dustin explained, looking at you expectedly. “So?”

“Okay, fine,” You huffed. “Get in. But if he takes longer than ten minutes, we’re leaving without him.”

“Hey, Henderson!” You heard a familiar voice call from behind you as Dustin hopped in. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. It felt like everyone required your attention today; you just wanted to go home. You pretended to ignore it and open your door before the voice caught up with you. “Y/N! Hey! Wait!”

“What?” You whined, turning around to face Steve.

“Woah. Jesus, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?” He scoffed. “I was just going to ask if we’re still on tonight?”

You furrowed your brows.

“What’s tonight?”

“Dinner with Barbs parents?” He offered. You groaned and leaned your head against your car door. “I know. My reaction exactly.”

“We’re still doing that?” You asked. “Jesus. I don’t think I can sit through another meal at my dead friend’s kitchen table while her parents talk about finding her. Can I take another raincheck? I have plans.”

“Yeah, well, take it up with Nance,” He shrugged, leaning against his own car that sat beside your own. “I have a college essay I should be working on but I’m getting dragged along too. If you’re not going, then neither am I.”

“Why?” You paused before pouting. “Aw, are you going to miss me?”

“No, because if I have to suffer through another morbid dinner, then so do you!” He bit back. “I’d honestly prefer if you weren’t there.”

“What a coincidence! Me too! Welp, that solves our problem! Have fun tonight, though,” You smiled sarcastically, turning around to open your door before watching as his hand pushing it closed again.

“Oh, no, no, no. You’re not getting off that easy,” He frowned as you twirled around with frustration. His hand remained on the door behind you as he continued to quickly spew out his frustrated ramble. “Their house smells weird, her mom never stops talking, her dad never stops staring, and if I have to see that damn shrine again, I might actually pull my hair out. So whatever plans you have, cancel them. Because I need your argumentative ass there to entertain me and keep me from completely losing my god damned mind! So just-…” He drew in a deep breath before softening up his tone. “Please.”

He looked into your eyes with parted lips, a bit out of breath from his rant. Maybe it was his pleading eyes or the way he clapped his hands together as if he were praying to you, but boy, did he know how to get his way.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes. “Now move your hand so I can go home and get ready.”

He stepped back, holding both hands up next to his head as he watched you climb into the Bronco.

“See you at 7:00!” He called after you shut your door. You smiled and flipped the bird, making him chuckle as he walked away and Lucas climbed into your backseat.

“Asshole,” You muttered under your breath.

“Bitch,” Steve breathed as he got into his car.

———

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get to cook,” Barb’s mom, Marsha looked up from her plate filled with KFC chicken and mashed potatoes. “I was gonna make that baked ziti you guys like so much, but I just forgot about the time, and before you know it, Oh, my God, it’s five o’clock! Which reminds me! Have I told you about-“

Oh, my God, you thought halfway through her spiel. This woman could make the Queen’s Guard break their silence just so they could tell her to shut up.

You caught Steve’s gaze and widened your eyes with annoyance, making him smile and mouth, Right?

“It’s fine,” Nancy said after a few minutes.

“Yeah, it’s great!” Steve nodded. They all looked at you who sat with a zoned out expression before he kicked your leg under the table.

“Yeah, I love KFC!” You quickly chimed in, picking up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffing it in your mouth. “Mm! Delicious!”

Mr. and Mrs. Holland smiled before they began digging in themselves. You all continued with your dinner, allowing Marsha to talk your ears off with conversation. You’d occasionally throw in some Oh’s, That’s nice’s, Mhm’s as you zoned out completely again.

“Have you heard of him?”

“No,” Nancy looked over at you both.

“No, I don’t think so,” Steve said, glancing over at you before noticing you’d zoned out again. “How about you, Y/N?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, great choice, Mrs. Holland!,” You smiled, still thinking they were talking about the food. Steve let out a small chuckle before turning his attention back to the older couple.

“Oh, so you’ve heard of him?” Marsha grinned.

“Um… Y-Yeah! Who hasn’t?” You chuckled nervously, praying that you were answering the way you were supposed to. You were careful to avoid the gaze of the boy next to you. “I hear he’s awesome…”

“He is!” She grinned before looking over at the two in front of her. “He was an investigative journalist for the Chicago Sun-Times. He’s freelance now, and he agreed to take the case!”

“O-Oh, that’s great!” Steve offered in a sweet tone. “No, that’s really.. That’s great, right?”

You nodded hesitantly before looking over at Nancy.

“Um, what exactly does that mean?” She smiled.

“Means he’s gonna do what that lazy son of a bitch Jim Hop-“ Mr. Holland began before his wife placed a hand on him arm. “Sorry… What the Hawkins police haven’t been capable of doing. Means we have a real detective on the case.”

He looked over at you and kept his gaze on you, watching eagerly to see how you’d respond. Jesus, he really did have a staring problem.

“It means,” Mrs. Holland’s voice cracked as she smiled. “We’re going to find our Barb.”

“If anyone can find her, it’s this man,” He said, looking at you. “He already has leads. By God, he’s worth every last penny.”

“Hold on.. I-Is that why you’re selling the house?” You stammered, feeling your heart drop.

“Don’t worry about us, sweetie. We’re fine,” Marsha grinned. “More than fine! For the first time in a long time, we’re hopeful.”

That felt like a punch to the gut; her words almost knocked the wind out of you. You wished more than anything that you could tell her the truth, that her baby was never coming home. That she met a horrible fate, one that you almost met yourselves. You swallowed hard, pursing your lips and faking a smile when they looked over at you.

“Excuse me,” Nancy whispered with tears in her eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

She got up and made her way to the bathroom, leaving both you and Steve alone to continue with the small talk and niceties. You both smiled and took a large bite out of your chicken. You reached for your Coke and brought it up to your lips for a sip.

“It’s finger-lickin’ good,” He smiled. You laughed into the dark liquid, making it spill all over your white blouse.

“Oh, honey! Are you alright?” Marsha furrowed her brows with concern.

“Yeah! Yeah! Um- Yes, I just, uh-“ You looked over at Steve for help.

“She’s getting over a cold!” He nodded.

“A cold!” You repeated. “I just have a cough is all.”

“Right!” He agreed before looking over at you. “What did I tell you about drinking out of open cups, you silly goose?”

“I-“ You bit your lip to hold back the cackle that threatened to come out, opting to shrug instead.

“Do you want to borrow one of Barbara’s shirts?” She smiled. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind!”

“No,” You said a little too quickly before letting out another nervous chuckle. Steve was having the time of his life watching you scramble for words to dig you out of the spotlight. “No, it’s alright. It- uh, I think- I just.. um.. No. Thank you, though..”

“Smooth,” Steve coughed in his hand, earning the confused looks from her parents. You kicked his leg under the table and he smiled innocently up at the couple in front of him before coughing into his arm again. “I think I might be coming down with the same thing.”

You narrowed your eyes as Marsha continued to talk about the wildest story from her days as the school secretary. Steve smiled and pretended to listen attentively, pretending as if you weren’t staring into his soul as you pat yourself down with napkins.

———

“Thanks for the ride,” You said mindlessly as you grabbed your backpack from your feet. You took shotgun as soon as Nancy got out at her house. She insisted on being taken home first.

“Yeah, no problem,” He sighed, watching as you reached for the door handle before you paused and turned to him with a smile.

“You’re an asshole, by the way,” You said. He feigned innocence, acting offended by your comment. “Finger lickin’ good? You totally waited until I was taking a sip to say that!”

“What? It was!”

“You know, I’d almost believe you if you didn’t throw in that silly goose comment directly after that. What the fuck was that?”

He threw back his head in genuine laughter.

“Okay, you have to admit that one was funny too,” He smiled. You scoffed and hit his shoulder. “I mean, you should’ve seen your face! You were forcing this frown in effort of holding back your smile! It was so, uh.. It was so-“

Cute, he wanted to say. It was sitting on the tip of his tongue, ready to speak into existence. His brain almost felt unsatisfied when he stopped himself, like an itch that he couldn’t scratch.

“It was fucked up, was what it was!” You rolled your eyes, finally giving into the laughter after hearing him wheeze at your comment. “Stop laughing! This was my favorite shirt, asshole! Apologize!”

“Aw, okay, okay,” He smiled, looking into your eyes as he patted your leg before chuckling throughout the entirety of the next sentence. “I’m sorry for- making you laugh into your Coke-”

“You can’t even get through the whole apology without laughing,” You giggled. “Try again!”

He sighed before he readjusted in his seat to look you dead in the eyes, forgetting to remove his hand from your knee. This is certainly not what you wanted. You didn’t expect to feel the warmth of his fingers bleed through your jeans and onto your knee. You didn’t expect for his eyes to look into yours for an usually long amount of time. You felt your heart skip a beat as you watched him smile softly and continue with a genuine tone.

“I’m sorry for ruining your shirt. Truly,” His brown eyes dance all over your face, as if he were trying to take you all in at once. “And for putting you in an awkward situation tonight. I swear I won’t do it again. Well- At least, not at the Hollands’ house.”

He continued to look at you with relaxed lids with the corners of his mouth only barely pulled upwards. Everything about him in that moment seemed so gentle and sweet, even his gaze. There were times where you could honestly say you hated this boy. Hell, you swore you hated him about three times in the past 24 hours. But when he stopped trying to go out of his way to be an annoying asshole, you almost felt drawn to him. There was something about this side of him that made you feel a warm sensation built in your chest that demanded to be felt, no matter how badly you wanted to bury it down.

It was only when his thumb subconsciously began to rub your leg when your eyes looked down at it, making him snap out of the trance. He yanked his hand back, almost as if he didn’t realize what he was doing, before you grabbed your bag and opened the door.

“Thanks for the ride!” You said quickly, without looking back at him again. “Have a good night!”

“Yeah! You too!” He said as you shut the door and jogged in. He clenched his eyes shut and let his head fall back on the headrest behind him.

“Y/N!” Your brother called, making you jump as you marched towards your house. “Check this out! I found a-“

“Jesus, Dustin! Not now!” You huffed, walking past him and slamming the front door behind you.

“… What’s her problem?” He frowned, looking out at the familiar car that now sped down his block.

Chapter 2 ->

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tvgals · 2 years

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‘DAMN SON, WHERE’D YA’ FIND THAT?’

2000’s trailer park! eddie x 2000’s black! trailer park! reader <3

black! reader, language, sex, nudity, pg-13

‘eddie? boy, quit gawkin’ at the new lady and help me with my damn car.’ wayne says from under his Lexus SC430. eddie just shakes his head.

‘sorry, wayne. she’s just so.. hot! i don’t know what it is about her. i should just talk to her! shouldn’t i, wayne?” he asks, handing wayne his wrench. “gone ahead, boy. don’t scare her off.” he says, his smirk hidden by the undercarriage. there you were. sitting on your steps, watching your mom and older sister load their things into the trailer, turning your head to talk to your mom. sooner or later, you turn around to see eddie standing awkwardly, kicking rocks and looking at his feet.

‘here for someone?’ you ask, eddie’s head snaps up and he clears his throat. ‘oh, uh yeah! i just wanted to introduce you! i’m uhh.. your neighbor eddie, and that’s my uncle wayne.’ he says, pointing to the shirtless man still under his car. “oh! well i'm y/n and that’s my sister, and my mom! thanks for welcoming us!” you say, pulling his arm up and shaking his hand. you turn around as your coogi denim shorts sway behind you, the door rocking back and forth before closing completely. eddie ran back to his uncles car and was past giddy.

‘jeez wayne! she shook my hand without me having to ask for one! i wonder if we’re going to the same highschool?!’ eddie was almost never this excited. besides his d&d campaigns of course. eddie walked back into his trailer and grabbed his song book, technically, this would be a little weird. but, in eddie’s mind, he was just doing something sweet! so he got to writing. lyrics were one of the only ways he knew how to really express himself. he knew that him writing was easier than outright telling someone how he felt, even if it was for someone he just met out the trailer park.

wednesday rolled around and he practically skipped into school with roses and butterflies floating on his side. the hellfire members quickly noted his out of the blue behavior and started asking questions. ‘what’s got you so happy?” dustin asks, eddie’s eyes shoot open and he takes a deep breath.

‘there’s this new girl at the trailer park, she’s absolutely perfect. i mean, i haven’t really talked to her or gotten to know her, but still!’ eddie justifies. soon enough murmurs and whispers come from students around. eddie looks up to see you: known to the group as trailer park girl. ‘eddie? hi!’ you say recognizing him immediately. you wave at people saying hi while you walk towards eddie and his friends.

‘dude, you never said she was hot.’ gareth says in eddie’s ear. eddie was beaming ear to ear.

‘y/n! didn’t think i’d see you here! even though you look your age i totally didnt mean to come off that you look younger than you do, we’ll i mean you look great i love your shorts! sorry.’ eddie says, he looks as red as a tomato at this point! you giggle. ‘jeez eddie, are you always like this? and who’re your friends?’ you ask, eyes skimming over the collection of freshman through seniors.

‘i’m dustin!’ says the shorter curly haired boy, ‘gareth. nice to meet you.’ he says, beaming. ‘jeff.’ ‘mike.’ and so on. you smilies and nodded your head. ‘nice to meet all of you! you seem very sweet.’ you say. hearing the bell, you shoot one more smile and you all situate to your classes. ‘holy shit. she is perfect! maybe she’s into d&d too.’ gareth says, following eddie. ‘yeah. i’ll ask her later. but now i gotta focus on passing this damn chem test.’

the lunch bell rang and and everyone was packed in the hallway like a can of sardines. soon enough, you found your way to the cafeteria and found yourself standing at the end of the hellfire table. ‘hey, mind if i sit here?’ you ask, hands dug deep into your pockets. ‘sure! no need to ask!’ eddie says, shooing dustin and mike down the bench. listening to eddie and his group talk felt as an eternity. in the pause of a conversation you blurt out a question, quickly surprising your lips afterwards. ‘what’s..hellfire?’

‘i’m glad you asked!’ said eddie, he was practically bouncing up and down. a girl as pretty as you has never wanted to know about their group like this. after hearing the lengthy explanation from eddie and his peers, the bell rang. the last two periods were a breeze. it seemed as math got easier since your freshman year. thank god for that. walking out the school, you started your route home. you plugged your ipod up and started your journey.

it was a good day - ice cube.

you were jamming on your way back home. you turned to check your surroundings and saw a big bulky van trailing behind you. in your intuition, you started walking the other way, just to make sure. looking back once again you saw the van following you, so you stopped dead in your tracks and waited for the van to stop in front of you. while the van creeped up, the window rolled down. sooner or later you make it out to be eddie. a smile tugging at your lips. ‘needa ride?’

after he dropped you off home, you gave your thanks and walked back into your trailer. ‘i’m home!’ you said, your mom playing soul music which sailed throughout the pact home. you smiled to yourself, the smile fading slowly when you heard a knock on the door. 'i'll get it.' you announced, jogging to the door. eddie on the other side was sweating. well, maybe not sweating, but it felt like he was. opening the door your eyebrows knitted in confusion, you were just with him, what could he want now? when eddie heard the door being unlocked, he straightened his back up almost immediately. you peered out of the door and smiled, opening it wider to get a full view of eddie.

'hey.' you say, swaying your hips subtly to the beat of the music in the background. 'uh..hey! so uhh i thought you looked really pretty the other day and uh i write music so' he cut his sentence off to take a deep breath. 'i wrote a piece of music for you and i was gonna play it with my band this weekend so, maybe you'd wanna tag along? of course you're free to decline, but we've never had a pretty girl like you at our shows.' he finishes his rant and he looks you into your eyes, expecting rejection. you giggle.

'well thanks, pretty boy. where's the band playing at?' you ask. 'uhh we call it the "hideout" you can ride in my van if you'd want.' eddie says giddy and over the moon. 'sure. i'd be happy to tag along. thanks for the invite.' you said, winking and walking back into the trailer. eddie jumped off your porch and pumped his fist in victory. he's never been this lucky before.

thurdsday came and eddie walked into his friend group. 'did she say yes?' gareth asks, hearing dustin and mike fake gag over something lucas said. 'yes. she said she would tag along! she even said she'd hop in my van. i'm so excited for this weekend.' as soon as eddie finished his sentence you walked in with your tanktop and microbraids in a up-down do. 'hey guys.' you announced yourself. 'hey y/n,' everyone reciprocated. smiles being flashed. bells rung throughout the day and lunch rolled around once again. eating and laughing almost drowned out the yells from the jocks directed at the hellfire table.

'hey.. got a new piece of meat huh? hey, sweetheart..' jason cooed. 'hey, leave her alone man. she just got here.' eddie defends, fists balled up in anger. 'im not talking to you, sicko.' jason said, leaning over and whispering something in your ear, making you jump and get up from the table, not without an awkward 'bye'. eddie and all his peers took glances at one another as you walked out the cafeteria. 'what did that jerkwad say to her? she just got here and she's totally getting scared off already.' eddie said. he stood from the head of the table and followed after you.

'y/n, y/n, come back! what's wrong? what did he say?' eddie asks, jogging after you. 'nothing, eddie. don't worry about it.' you assure. stepping into the back of the school. 'no, i can't not worry about it when my friend is getting talked down on.' he explained finally catching up to your figure.

'he said some things about me. y'know, being black and all.' you say, pausing the music playing on your ipod. 'oh jeez. i'm sorry, y'know i think you're great. you deserve more respect than what you get.' he comforted, smiling at you. the sound of classes switching bellowed out the school and the two of you walked back inside. school finished and you hopped into eddie's van. happily, you guys rock out to metallica while dropping everyone else who tagged along off and the two of you were the only ones left.

'y'know, i'm glad you've been friendly to me since i've been here. not everyone's so nice to me these past years. thanks ed's.' you say, a soft smile on your face, fidgeting with your fingers. 'well it's not everyday a pretty girl wants to hang out with me.' eddie says, returning that same soft smile. 'welp, here you go. see you tomorrow?'

'tomorrow.'

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years

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ST Eddie Munson x Reader - Teach Me

Warnings: Smoking, language, making out

Summary: You ask your friend to teach you how to smoke so you can impress your crush, Jason.

"Eddie, please?" you begged at the lunch table, playing with the reset dial of his watch.

"Not happening, dollface." he replied, biting a scoop of faux mash potatoes off his fork. "Your folks would kill me if they found out I let you smoke. Besides, you wouldn't wanna ruin those pretty pink lungs, would you?"

"Damnit," you huffed, crossing your arms. "You really are no help, you know that?"

"I'm such an asshole, I know." he smirked, turning back to listen to something Mike was saying about the next Hellfire meeting.

"Yes, you are an asshole. Speaking of which, I'm not coming tomorrow night." Eddie's head snapped back to you, still smirking.

"It's cute that you think you have a choice."

"C'mon, (Y/N)," Dustin chimed in. "You can't skip Hellfire, you're our mage, we need you."

You shrugged with a giggle. "Sorry, boys. I've got an agenda and if Eddie won't help me, I'll just need to take extra time off to do it myself."

Dustin and Mike both groaned as Eddie rolled his eyes. "Why is this so important to you?"

"Because," you chirped, piling all of your trash onto your tray. "I overheard Jason telling his friends that he thinks girls that smoke are hot, and I'm gonna get him to ask me to prom one way or another."

Your friends laughed at your expense, making your smile falter. " Why would you want that? Guy's a grade A douche." Gareth snarled. You rolled your eyes, turning to talk to the trashcan.

"Suit yourselves, I hope you all die without me there to heal you." Finally, Eddie groaned dramatically.

"Fine, fine, fine. Meet me at my place after school and I'll teach you all about smoking." You squealed in excitement, dancing in place before hugging his torso.

"Oh my gosh, thank you, thank you!" you giggled, before letting go as the bell rings. "I'll see you after class, bye guys!" You waved as you made your way through the crowd. After you were gone, Eddie stood in place, watching you go with a lovesick grin on his face. Dustin came beside him, glancing up at him, and shaking his shoulder.

"Holy shit, she's got you around her finger." he snickered as the DM turned back to him as they began to walk together with Mike. "What does it even mean to teach someone to smoke?"

Eddie shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Dunno, but its an excuse to get her in my bedroom, which I'm totally fine with."

"Dude, gross!" Mike gagged. "She's not even into you, she's into Jason."

"I can change her mind." the senior smirked. "(Y/N)'s not so complicated."

You yawned, math class being the most boring on your schedule. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you grinned, seeing that there was only a few minutes left to your day. As soon as the bell rang, you jumped out of your seat, booking it out into the hall. To your delight, you found Eddie waiting for you across the hall. Before he could formally greet you, you eagerly grabbed his hand, pulling him along behind you.

"A little eager too get lung cancer, don'cha think?" he called with a chuckled, you rolled your eyes, pulling him behind you out of the school. "Let's go, I guess." he laughed, opening the passenger side door of his van before getting in his self.

A few minutes later, you were sitting on Eddie's bed, legs criss-crossed, and shoes neatly tucked into the corner. He couldn't help but smile down at you, looking too pure for what you were wanting to do. "Sooo," he began. "Tell me how exactly I'm supposed to teach you how to smoke?" he asked, arms crossed and brow cocked at you.

You blushed a bit, not having considered it, but knowing you had to think of something fast, or else, Eddie wouldn't go through with it. "Oh, y-ya know. Like...how to look cool while doing it?"

"You mean how to do it without coughing, or how to do it without looking like you're totally doing it to impress someone?" he smirked, digging a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

"Both?" you answered, more asking than clarifying. Eddie sighed, an unlit stick hanging from his lips, before coming to sit beside you.

"Ok, look, I'll light this first one for you, and then we'll share it." he said, bringing the lighter to his lips, flicking it and cursing it for having so little fluid in it. When the cigarette finally lit, you inhaled deeply before passing it to you. You took it from him, but were hesitant to take a drag.

"What," he asked, looking at you with a skeptical smirk. "Do you think I have cooties, or something?" you ignored him, staring intently at the cherry which was burning down gradually. "Hey, you okay?"

“Just nervous.” you mumbled. You’d never smoked before, you had always been a goodie goodie, and some part of you worried you wouldn’t be the same after this. “What if I get addicted?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, scoffing at you. “It’s pretty unlikely that you’ll get addicted off of one cigarette, and even if you do, isn’t that the point?” you shrunk away from the burning stick in your fingers, watching it intently. “Look you don’t have to do this, I’m sure we can think of something else to get Jason’s attention.” he suggested, taking it from you, puffing on it and holding his breath for a moment.

Letting it go, he had an idea. “Ya know, it’s kinda weird, but I got an idea of how to get you used to the inhalation without actually smoking.” he said cautiously. “Feel free to stop me, but...” he mumbled, taking another deep drag, before slowly leaning in.

A deep blush crawled across your face, watching as your best friend friend tried to kiss you. “E-Eddie!” you shrieked, flattening against his headboard, just in time for his lips to land on yours, exhaling and filling your mouth with full flavored smoke. Eddie pulled away when he knew he’d effectively passed it all to you, surprised to find your brows knitted together, and lips slightly parted, smoke trickling over them, with chest heaving slightly. You were a lovely and pitiful sight beneath him.

“You should exhale, sweetheart.” he cooed, reminding you to replace his secondhand breath with fresh air, which you did.

“Can you do that again?” you asked, timidly, eyes boring into him.

Eddie chuckled, taking another long drag, before lowering himself onto you, now having you pinned to his stained mattress, claiming your lips and restocking your cheeks with the essence of his Marlboro red 100′s. You sputtered against his lips, and he let up for a moment to let you cough away the foreign substance. “Y’okay, sweetheart?” he asked cockily, grinning like a crocodile down at your flushed face. You nodded shyly, your head slowly lifting up to catch his lips again, without any smoke this time.

Eddie laughed against you, toying with the hem of your shirt, before slipping his hand underneath. You gasped at the chill of his rings against your skin, writhing against his touch. He took the opportunity to playfully nip at your lip, slowly trailing kisses down your jawline and up to your ear. “Eddie...” You whined, your head fuzzy.

The man hummed in response, nosing at your earlobe, before gently nibbling at your earring. After you failed to replied, he took it upon himself to. “Words, doll.” he cooed, purposefully releasing a hot breath into your ear, and smirking at the resulting goosebumps that climbed the nape of your neck.

“I’m a virgin.” you breathed out, eyes lidded and love drunk. You felt a wave of humiliation wash over you as a hearty laugh erupted form Eddie’s chest.

“Why does that matter?” he asked, sitting up on his heels, palms on his knees, still straddling your lower legs. “Expecting me to fuck you, right here and now?”

“N-No...” you lied. “I-I’ve just never...done anything like this before.”

“Riiight.” He teased, a shit eating grin on his swollen lips. “You’re wanting to practice for Jason, right? You don't wanna get with him and have him find out that you’re so touch starved, that you’re all whiney over one little kiss, is that it?” Eddie sucked his bottom lip into his teeth as his chocolatey eyes bored into you, as if you were delectable slice of cake, and to him, you were. “Well, if that’s the case, I’ll be your teacher.” he growled, his hands caressing up your body and arms, ending when his fingers clasped in yours.

You could hardly watch Eddie mentally eat you up. In truth, you’d dreamed of this moment for years. You’d always craved his attention and you couldn’t count the amount of times you’d fallen asleep with slick thighs and his name on your breath. You actually didn’t even like Jason half as much but knew you were far from Eddie’s type, and you took advantage of any and every opportunity to spend time with him and feed your obsession. “I’m gonna need a verbal agreement, Princess.”

“W-What?” you asked, snapping out of your trance.

Eddie titled his head, gazing at your clothed body as he spoke. “I need to know if you want to continue, because,” he began, his eyes flicking to yours, staring into you intensely. “I’ve burned for you for way too long.” You felt butterflies try flutter in your stomach, leaving you speechless. Eddie’s ringed hand came up to caress your cheek, his stare alternating between your lips and eyes.

The darkness in his eyes gave you chills. It was rare that you saw Eddie without a smile on his face, but this was one of those times. “Yes...” you almost whispered, raising your hand to hold his to your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled darkly, his grin returning as he lowered his ear to hear you better. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Your face flushed and you averted your gaze, embarrassed to have to repeat yourself. “I-I want you...I want you really bad, Eddie.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” he smirked, grabbing your cheeks in a single hand, pulling you into a kiss. Eddie peppered sloppy kisses along your lips, face, and jaw, before delicately trailing down your neck, leaving crescent moon bruises in his wake. You sighed, titling your head to allow for further access, too much of your attention on what his mouth was doing to notice what his hands were up to.

Eddie’s veiny hands worked at your hips, his left gripping one side, and his right inching up your bare sides. He smirked against your skin as you shuddered at the cold steel of his rings on your doughy flesh. He used this to his advantage, flattening his hand and spreading his fingers to ensure that his jewelry was held against you at all times. “Eddie..” you whined, earning a hum from him as you wiggled beneath him. “’T’s cold...”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” he laughed airily. “What’s the matter, can’t handle a little steel?”

“I-I can.” you reassured, more yourself than him. “I can handle steel.”

“Is that so?” A devious grin spread across Eddie’s face like a wild fire, as he climbed off you, reaching for a pair of handcuffs hanging form a nail. “Think you can handle this much steel?” You gulped, blinking at the cuffs as he dangled them from the very tip of his index finger. Breathing in a bit of bravery, you nodded, making him giggle with excitement. “You’re gonna look so fucking pretty with these babies on.” He said, tugging at your shirt to let you know he wanted it off. “Strip for me, pretty girl.”

You timidly followed his commands, your mind foggy with lust, and spilling over with want. Slowly, you pulled your shirt over your head, hunching shyly in a bra that matched your skin tone near perfectly, waiting for him to respond. “Darling,” he smirked, dragging his tongue over his teeth hungrily. “As excited as I am to see that cute little bra of yours, I wanna see those little panties too.” You blushed, glancing away form him, before standing up to unbutton your jeans, pushing them down your legs and stepping out of them. Embarrassed, you stood in front of him, waiting for his analysis on your physique.

You didn’t miss the clouding in his eyes, dark and primal as he eyed you like hound on a rabbit. You shuffled awkwardly, feeling the microscope of his vision enhance on specific areas of interests. “Oh, baby,” he finally said, opening his arms to you. “I’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for hiding this from me.”

“Hiding what?” you asked skittishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re rockin’ body, that’s what. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he marveled at you, scanning your plush curves and little marks on your skin. “On the bed, pretty mama.” You nodded, falling back to sit on the bed, your breath catching when you feel his palm press to your chest and push you down. “On your back, babe.” As you got comfortable, pulling one of his pillows over to support your head, you missed Eddie climbing over you. That is, until he collected your wrists and you heard a distinct click. Looking up, you found your hands bound by steel bracelets, connected by a chain, only three or four links long.

Your friend looked down at you, now standing again, hovering and blocking the over head light. You could still make out, however the devilish smile he sported, looking down on you, the girl he’d been obsessed with for years, on his bed, in underwear, and handcuffs. He almost didn’t want to touch you, possibly being content with just watching you squirm, but that’s not what you’re agreement was. Eddie grabbed you by the hips and yanked you toward him with surprising strength, which made your stomach turn. Once your tailbone was level with the stitching of the edge of his mattress, he carefully lowered himself to sitting on his knees on his messy bedroom floor.

You tried your best to look past your body to see what he was doing, but holding your arms above your head wouldn’t allow for it. Meanwhile, Eddie licked his lips with anticipation as he slowly parted your legs, placing each on his shoulders. He could feel your thighs tense as he glance up at you, still inching into your crotch. “What’s wrong, never had your little pussy eaten before?”

You shook your head, instantly dropping it into his pillow when you felt him lick a stripe up your clothed slit, his saliva seeping into the cotton of your underwear. You breathed out cruses into the air as he repeated, peppering kisses all over your sex and inner thighs. Relief washed over you as you felt him begin to slide your panties down your legs, uncovering your womanhood. You were a bit confused when he seemed to pause after sliding them off your ankle, but before you could ask about it, you felt him lick another stipe up you, this one slobbery, and messy. You cried out, unfamiliar with the intense pleasure bubbling in your stomach.

Eddie began sensually kissing your sex, parting your lips with his tongue, ever so gently, grazing your sensitive bud nearly every time. It seemed to you at the time that he just knew exactly what to do, but in reality, he was mapping you out. This would not be the last time he did this to you if he had anything to say about it, and he was willing to invest time time it took to ensure he did the best he could every time. “Oh, god, Eddie.” you sighed as he delicately suckled on your clit, extracting slick like sap form a tree.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, just in time to catch his dark chocolate eyes gazing up at you intensely, keeping painful eye contact as ate you out. You watched through teary lashes as he licked a fat stripe up your slit, groaning as he did. “Shit...” you moaned, falling back. “Y-You can’t just look at me like that...”

“And why not?” he asked, slowly rising to hover over you again, making a point to grind his entire body against your core as he did. “Can’t handle me looking into your eyes while I eat your cute little pussy?” You promptly shook your head, confessing to the eye contact being too much for you. “Aw, poor little girl, are we shy now, is that it?” he asked, his fingers dancing against your mound of delicious flesh. “Oh, what’s wrong, princess?” you gasped, waves of pleasure reverberating though you as he slid a digit into your weeping hole. “Nothin’ to say? You’re not even gonna try and resist?” You timidly shook your head negatively. Eddie hummed in delight. “Good, I like seeing you just melt into my bed.”

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You cried Eddie’s name as he railed into you, your legs half hazardly thrown over his shoulders and toes curled. “Fucking shit...” he cursed, the pick of his necklace dancing on your breasts and stomach like a puppet on a string. Eddie growled, one hand holding your still cuffed hands above your head, and the other gripping your hip, holding it still enough for him to slam his into with dead accuracy. You did everything in your limited power to press yourself against him, wanting so badly to make yourself useful, but he got off on knowing you were powerless. It made him so hot to watch your little hips struggle to bounce along with his, and intermittedly, he’d even fully cease his thrusting, just to watch you squirm and try to fuck yourself on his cock. At this point, however, he was beginning to go beyond the point of control, and he could no longer simply stop. With his last bit of control, he slid out of you, rolling over you to lay beside you, his head resting comfortably on his pillow.

“Get on top.” he ordered with a devilish grin. Your face protested, but you obeyed as he helped you onto his lap, slowly lowering you onto him, his eyes rolling back for a moment when he was fully buried into you. “You wanna ride my cock, huh princess?” he asked, both of his hands coming down to slap your thighs. You nodded shy, grinding against him. “Use your words, sweetheart.” he cooed, gripping the plush of your hips, with gritted teeth.

“I-I want to ride your cock, Eddie...”

“Oh, fuck,” he sighed. “Say that again, that was so hot.”

“P-please let me ride your cock...M-Master..?” you tried, nervously, afraid he’d take offense to the name. Eddie’s eyes darkened further, lust clouding his mind.

“Fucking shit, you wanna call me ‘master’, princess? You know how sexy that is?” he growled. “God, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, baby.”

Before you realized it, Eddie’s grip on your hips tightened, and he began pumping into you at inhumane speeds. Had you been in the right state of mind, it may have occurred to you that you’d awakened some sort of animal inside him, and you’d surely pay the price for it. For now, though, you were delighted to take whatever consequences that came with, so dick dumb that you’d do anything to feel his cock slam into that special bundle of nerves.

You now lacked the intelligence to string together sensical language, being reduced to guttural whimpers and half assed attempts at his name. Eddie strained to keep his eyes opened, resisting the need to screw them shut. He wouldn’t dare miss the angelic sight of the girl he worshiped, riding against him, face contorted in bliss, breasts and hair bouncing in perfect circles. “So fucking pretty.” he grunted, releasing a captive breath before stealing another. “Can’t wait to cum all over that pretty little body of yours.”

You continued to ride Eddie’s dick, feeling a nauseous pleasure bubbling up in your stomach, eyes glued to the back of your skull. “E-Eddie...gonna cum...” you choked out, rocking your hips against his sloppily.

“Wanna cum all over my cock princess?” he growled, gripping the handles of your doughy waist. “Fuck, you better fucking cum, cum for me right now princess.” you struggled to fulfill his request, bouncing on him harder in order to have hit hit that special spot even more efficiently.

“T-Try-ing!” you sputtered, straining against the exhaustion that was settling onto you. Eddie could no longer look at you, his eyes stuck shut by bliss and sexual frustration. He was desperately trying to prolong his suffering as long as possible, but his stomach was beginning to ache with from his denied orgasm.

At long last, you felt the tangled chord in your belly snap taught, pushing it’s way out of your body in the form of labor attempts at your lovers name the most mind numbing sensation you’ve ever experienced. “C-Cumming! E-Eddie, I’m cumming!” you shrieked, throwing your head back.

Your pitiful cries had sent Eddie over the edge that he’d so desperately been dangling from, dropping him into an ocean of pleasure. He cursed and praised your name, voice full of need, before having a bit of clarity, hoisting your hips up off him, just in time for his cock to slip out and for his seed to rocket into the air like a lewd fountain. “Jesus H Christ, fuck, princess!” Ropes of his essence tangled on your hair, and some even landing in your hair.

Eddie looked up at you, his heart stopping at the sight. There you sat on his thighs, shyly wiping congealing jizz from your lashes, sticky icing decorating your cute face. He shuddered at the look of you, your expression askance of the filth you’d collected. He chuckled nervously, reaching his hand up and wiping some of hit away, surprised when you took his wrist, suckling the cum off the pad of his fingers. “Holy shit, I’m so in love with you.” he breathed out without even realizing it. He blushed in embarrassment, the look on your features stretching in shock.

“Do you really mean that, Ed?” you almost whispered, wonder in your glossy eyes.

“I always have.” he confessed. “You’re so perfect to me.”

“Oh, Eddie...” you sniffled, curling up on his chest.

“And just for the record,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling his unwashed blanket over you both. “I don’t think you need to smoke to look hot.”

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My Boys (Chapter 53)

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Y/n's pov

I take a deep breath and push the door open. I've hated coming into the cafeteria ever since we came back to school. Jason had spread more than just the gay rumour around the school. He'd also told everyone that he had slept with me before realising I liked girls. No one in school believed him, everyone knowing my hatred for the boy but the basketball team still believed him like it was real. Which meant walking into the cafeteria to cheering and whistling from the 'wild' time I had with Jason. I just ignore their yelling and cheering and throw them my middle finger and walk over to Robin, needing a little bit of normal for once. I find her in the middle of the cafeteria with the rest of the band around her. I take another deep breath and plop down next to her, squeezing her shoulder to let her know I was there.

She turns to me and gives me a massive smile. "There you are! Where have you been all day?" She questions. I smile back and say, "I have been out back smoking and doing school work. Couldn't handle being around people right now." She nods in understanding and asks, "What about this morning? I couldn't find you after the prep rally." "I was there at the start, watching you play the whole time. But when the basketball team came in I couldn't be in there anymore so I ran out of there. Hid out in the forest," I explain. "None of the teachers saw you leave?" She asks. I laugh and shake my head, "Ms Kelly found me and started asking a bunch of questions. Sadly it set me into a panic attack and I ran off to the woods where Eddie found me." Robin's eyes widen and briefly looks behind me to where Eddie is probably sitting. "What did he do?" She whispers, not wanting anyone around us to listen. "He looked after me. Didn't make fun of me for it and made sure I was ok. But I ended up running away 'cause it was all too much." Robin nods and goes to say something before a very loud bang sounds behind me.

I turn to a loud sound and watch as Eddie jumps up on the table and yells, "But as long as you're into band, or science... or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets..." He and Jason end up in a staring contest and I turn back to Robin. "So he was nice to you?" She continues. I nod and move around the food sitting on my plate. She grabs onto my hand and whispers, "Isn't that a good thing?" I shrug and shove some food in my mouth, not thinking about what it could be. "I mean, yes but also, what if he's just messing with my head? He hasn't been happy the last few times we've talked." She shakes her head and says, "You say he isn't like that though. He was probably trying to protect his heart from heartbreak again. Maybe he's ready to open up again," Robin tries to reason and I nod, not really knowing what else to believe.

"Hey Robin," Someone next to us says, getting Robin's attention. They talk and I try to focus on my food. Maybe it would be a good idea to go to Ms Kelly later and talk about a few things. It's not like she could make any of it worse. Maybe she'd be able to help with some of it. "Shut up!" I hear Eddie yell behind me. I look over at him and find him in a slightly heated conversation with Dustin and Mike. Oh no, what the hell have these two done now? I watch as Eddie throws food at the boys and laugh at them. It has been really nice to see the boys under Eddie's protection. Although Eddie is still a big target for the basketball team, he really makes sure that the boys aren't a part of any of it. They still get some comments but not nearly as much as they use to.

I snap back to the Hellfire table as I watch Eddie slowly walk around the table and slowly get closer to mine. Just as he faces me he turns back to the boys and walks down before coming back. "Yeah, yeah and I was full of shit. This year's different. This is my year. I can feel it. '86, baby." Eddie looks over to me at the end and smiles softly at me. I try to smile but all I feel is sadness, thinking about all the years I lost with him, all because of something that didn't involve me. I turn to Robin and whisper, "I need to get out of here," and quickly get up from my seat. I don't turn to look at her and just walk away.

Before I can walk out the door, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist. "Hey L/n," The person behind me says. I feel a shiver at the voice and slowly turn to Jason. "What the hell do you want now Jason? Trying to ruin my life some more?" I ask him, wanting to get out of here as fast as I can. He snarls a little at me but then brings back his 'charming' smile. "Come on baby, no need to pretend," He says, pulling me closer by the waist causing me to drop my food tray. I try to stay away from him but he's stronger and pulls me in. "I'm sure Chrissy would love the way you're acting right now," I snap, trying to get out of his arms. "She's fine with it. How about you come on a date with us and you can find out how fine with it she really is," He whispers, getting closer. "In your dreams Carver," I snap, trying to get out. "Come on, come on a proper date with me so you know what a real man looks like. Then maybe you won't like girls anymore," Jason says quite loud, causing the basketball team to laugh. I laugh as well, earning a confused look and quickly punch Jason in the face and snap, "If I was looking for a real man then I wouldn't go to you."

In a flash, I feel someone pushing me against the wall and my head bounces against it. I groan from the impact but still glare at Jason. "Just drop the boy toy, I'm sure I'm better," He whispers. Panic fills my body but I don't let it show on the outside. "I haven't got a boy toy. I just don't want you," I snap. Jason smirks and I feel sick. "I know you're getting some from Steve, or do I need to get you another photo for proof?" He whispers. I glare more at him but notice Lucas moving over to us in the corner of my eye. "Come on man, she's already said no, leave her alone," Lucas tries to defend but I turn my glare to him and snap, "Stay out of this little boy." If everyone wasn't looking at us already, they definitely were now. Jason pushes my shoulder into the wall harder and says something, but I can't focus on anything but the pain.

All of a sudden the pain stopped and Robin was in front of me. "Hey, time to go," She whispers to me and drags me away from the cafeteria. "Robin?" I question, still trying to work out what's going on. "Come on, need to get you to Ms Kelly," She whispers, turning to go to her office. "I don't want to talk to her right now," I snap a little, stopping my legs from walking any further. Robin turns to me and softly smiles. "I know but I think after that, you need to start talking about things again." She says, moving over to me and placing her hand on my bicep. I let out a sigh and ask, "When did you get so wise?" She laughs and rubs my arm. "Since I met you love. Now come on. Let's get in there so we can go home sooner." She tells me, leading me to Ms Kelly's office again. I laugh at her but agree all the same.

Last Period

After an agonizing period in Ms Kelly's office and talking about my stupid problems, she finally let me out of her office. I slightly slam the door as I walk to the bathrooms that are close to the office. I throw the doors open and look around to make sure that no one else is in there. I put my bag onto the sink and dig through the contents of it, trying to find some weed to smoke or something to help me relax more. Once I find a stick, I pull it out of my bag and find a lighter to light the stupid thing. I take a deep breath and turn around to lean against the sink, not a care in the world.

I promised Robin I wouldn't smoke at school but today has just been such a shit day that I need something to help with my nerves. As I take another breath of smoke, the door opens and Chrissy Cunningham walks in. She looks up at me with wide eyes before she closes the door and locks it behind her. I look confused at her and ask, "What are you doing there Chrissy?" She looks back at me with her fake cheerful smile, which looks more forced than normal and puts her hand out for a smoke. I smile at her and dig into my bag for another one. "How have you been?" I ask her as I pass her the smoke. She shrugs and motions for me to light it. I light it for her and watch as she takes a deep breath in as well. "Shit. How was Jason today?" She asks me. I laugh and explain, "Pushed me against a wall. Hopefully didn't injure him too much for the championship game." She laughs and shakes her head. "God I wish he would leave you alone," She whispers to the sky. I nod and take another hit of my weed.

"Hey, I have a question," Chrissy says, turning to face me more. I nod and face her as well. "Where could I get some of this myself? Or something stronger?" She blurts out. I look shocked at her and ask, "Why do you need something?" She looks down at the ground and shrugs. "Need something to take the edge off and want it at my house instead of in public like we normally do," She explains to me. I nod and think for a second. I get mine from Rick cause it's easier and he has the good shit. But he's asked why I haven't gone to Eddie as he is a lot closer and doesn't go to jail cause he's a lot more careful. "I've heard Eddie sells some stuff. He also has his free now if you wanted to get some now," I tell her, still concerned with why she can't just continue to ask me for a hit. She nods and puts out her hit. "Ok, I may catch him now then. See you later Y/n," She whispers and runs out of the bathroom. "Chrissy!" I yell after her, but it's no use. She's already gone.

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Summary: Eddie Munson is absolutely head over heels in love with you. The only issue is, he'll never admit it. Stolen glances across the room and a small wave here and there is all that he'll do. You two have been friends for years, but the problem of different social groups and peer pressure you two pulled apart.

Warnings: None

Eddie sat at the usual Hellfire Club table, the rest of the group already sat and talking about the next D&D campaign. Eddie glanced away from the boys in front of him, looking over the cafeteria to meet your (e/c) eyes.

A light blush spread across your face as you quickly turned away from him. Only to look over your shoulder to stare at him. Eddie continued to stare at you until Dustin screamed his name, snapping his head back towards the Freshman. "What, Henderson?"

"We've been trying to talk to you for like five minutes now. You, okay?"

"I'm fine," Dustin looked over to where Eddie was staring at earlier.

"No fucking way, Y/N L/N?" Mike's eyes shot wide as Jeff and Gareth groaned.

"Seriously, still?" Jeff asked.

"What do you mean still?" Dustin turned towards the other Hellfire member.

"Ed, you've been crush on this girl for years. Are you just going to stare at her until she gets creeped out or what?" The two continued to argue before Eddie just stood and stomped out of the room annoyed.

You watched the two argue, Chrissy looking over at you, "You want to go after him?"

"Yeah," you mumble. You cough, "I don't feel all that well, I'm going to step out for a second." Once the bright sunlight hit your face. You pressed your back against the bricks on the school, "Eddie?" you ask, calling out.

"Hey," he mumbled, turning the corner.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing, just annoyed is all."

"I saw, Jeff really got under your skin?"

"Something like that, what about you? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you, we have talked in a long time."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"I should apologize too; I don't mean to avoid you. Just with Jason and the rest of basketball and cheer team, it's hard." You weren't a player or a cheerleader but being best friends with Chrissy Cunningham did have its pros and cons. "I know that probably makes me sound like an asshole, you have every right to think that I just..." you pause not knowing what to say before pulled Eddie to a hug. Eddie's heartbeat pounded against his chest. He sucked in a harsh breath before he wrapped his arms around you.

"I know, they're pricks. I'm sure if you got caught with me, you'd end up being harassed for it."

"Actually, Chrissy knows about us being friends." The word friends hurt him a lot more than it should've, "the rest of them don't know, Chrissy really is something else. She's nothing like the rest of them, she's caring and understanding." You reluctantly pulled away from Eddie, the bell rung loudly in your ears. "I have to get going, do you have campaign tonight?"

"No, why?"

"Good, I'll see you later, Eds." Eddie sighed as she went back into the cafeteria. Later, after school, you headed to the trailer park. You saw Eddie's busted car up in the driveway. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, you silently tapped your foot against the step before the door opened.

"You were kidding when you said later, huh?"

"Yeah, sorry, is this a bad time?"

"No, no, come in." Eddie moved out of the way to let you inside. "You want anything, water, weed?" you laugh shaking your head.

"I'm good, so, what were you doing before I got here?"

"Just playing, my sweetheart," his sweetheart is his red and black bass guitar. You sat on his bed as he played his guitar, you leaned your side on the wall. "How you've been other than dealing with Jason's and the rest of those bastards?"

"It's been okay, I've got excepted to my dream college."

"Looks like you're getting out of this shit town, congratulations." You shift a bit,

"You finally graduating this year?"

"If I don't fail Ms. Odonald's class, which might I saw I have a D."

"Better then last years, you had an F, right?"

"More like F-, she told me that if I kept it up, I'd never graduate that year. Looks like she was right," he shrugged.

"Are you and your band going to continue to play?"

"Course, hell, we might get a record deal."

"I told you, you'd would."

"It's a maybe, just a could things we have to do beforehand. Then, Sweetheart, we're going on a tour. Imagine us, on stage for thousands." he added, "We actually got a bigger crowd this Saturday."

"That's exciting!" He continued to play,

"You should come." You smile as he continued to play mindlessly. Bitting the inside of your cheek, you shift closer to him.

"Eds," he hums looking up at you. His heartbeat picked up, realizing how close your faces were.

"Yeah?" You fidget a bit before grabbing the collar of his tank-top and pressing your lips against his. Quickly pulling away, you start babbling out apologizes,

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I don't even know what I was thinking." Eddie sat there for a second trying to process what the fuck had just happened. Moving his guitar and putting it back on the rack. He turned back towards you, you expected him to tell at you and demand why the hell you did that. You kept your head down in shame, not daring to look at him. Eddie took a step forward before crouching down in front of you, His brown eyes met your own through your hair. Eddie moved it behind your ear with a soft smile.

"I'm glad you didn't think," you stared at him confused for a second before his lips pressed against yours again. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers intertwining in his curly hair. You pulled away for a second,

"Eddie, how long?"

"For a while, sorry I didn't say thing before, I was too much of a coward to."

"I was too, I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have stop hanging out with you."

"This happens, I get it."

"But still, I didn't care about the rep and shit. It's just, Jason and the others make it really hard for you to get alone time." Eddie nodded, now understanding. "Can we continue?"

Sorry, this is a bit cringe, first time writing Eddie.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #romance #friends to lovers #reader insert #gender neutral y/n

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cupidlsstuff · 2 years

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chapter two

her and all that was holy.

sorry about the wait! i’ve been busy lately + brainstorming, but i feel this’ll be a good one.. 😇

part one is the first post on my page!

“eddie, please! my writing club just needs to borrow your d&d club for just one day! a singular day after school, i swear,” she pleaded to him. (y/n) was in many things in highschool, she was in band (she played the french horn), she was president of the writing club— she started it herself, she was in student council, she was also in the d&d club (of course), and she was also in theater.

“sweetheart, you know our campaign is that day,” eddie told her. “we’ll be quick! it’s from 3:20 to 4:00! wont be that long, eddie, come on,” she pleaded more. finally, he gave in. “fine, no later than 4:00. i’ll be there by 4:15,” (y/n) smiled and stopped right in the middle of the hall, jumping up and swinging her arms around eddie’s neck. she pulled him down and gave him a quick kiss. “thank you so much, you’re the best. i’ll see you 4th period!” she exclaimed, running off to reading and writing class.

before eddie could speak, she had already disappeared into her classroom. eddie sighed and hurried to math class.

꧁꧂

“what!? you let her have the room!? we were supposed to all meet up there by 3:30!” dustin shouted in disbelief. “yes, henderson, i let her have the room. but it’s okay, we’ll just meet there at 4:30,” eddie explained to dustin, shrugging it off. “you act like she’s not in that club with us. have a little modesty, man,” he said. “oh, whatever,” dustin said, hushed, rolling his eyes. “hey, baby! did i miss anything?” (y/n) said hurrying over to the lunch table.

“of course not, princess,” eddie smiled, pushing his chair back a little. she nods and takes a seat in his lap, reaching her hand into the bag of little cookies eddie brought for the two of them. he always brought something different every day. just one sandwich bag filled with some sort of snack. she popped one into her mouth. “i hope it’s no trouble that i took the room for a bit after school tomorrow. i won’t be too long, though, so no worries,” she told everyone, still with a bit of food in her mouth.

eddie gave them all a death glare before they started shaking their heads with sweet ‘no it’s okay’s and ‘no worries’ spilling from their mouths. she gave them a kind smile after she swallowed the cookie she had ate. she then looked at eddie. “what are these? famous amos?” she asked. he nodded.

“well i’m gonna go get a dr. pepper. want one? or do you want a coke?” eddie nodded. “just get me a dr.pepper, doll,” he smiled and squished her cheek. she giggled and nodded before trotting over to the vending machine, quite a ways from their table. eddie watched. she was everything.

“soo, are you guys gonna drool all over each other, or are we gonna discuss the campaign?” mike asked, a little irritants in his tone. “shut up, wheeler. we’re gonna push the time back to 4:30, that’s all. do any of you have anything to say about plans being changed?” eddie asked, putting an arm around the back of the chair.

“lucas isn’t coming,” dustin practically blurted. “what!?” eddie shouted. “what do you mean sinclair isn’t coming?” eddie questioned, leaning forward. “he uh..he’s got that basketball thing,” dustin told him quietly. “are you saying sinclair’s been taken in by the dark side?” eddie looked appalled as if he didn’t know this already. “s-something like that,” dustin shrugged.

eddie flicked a small cookie at dustin. “something like that?” eddie spat. “don’t you already know this?” mike asked, squinting his eyes in confusion. dustin sighed and looked at mike, then back at eddie. “look uh- you know, maybe since (y/n) is taking the room for a bit after school, maybe we could push the campaign back a day?” after dustin had said that, the whole table started to protest and argue.

“shut up!” eddie snapped. his voice was always so high pitched when he yelled. “no way in hell will i do that. you’re going to be civilized, patient young men, and wait for my girlfriend to finish her club meet tomorrow,” eddie sighed. soon enough, (y/n) came back and handed eddie his soda and plopped right back down on his lap, opening her own and taking a quick drink, then putting another cookie in her mouth. “thank you, princess,” eddie kindly said and kissed her cheek.

“ooh! eddie! eddie! so, my writing club, right? we’ve got competitions coming up! remember what you did when i got first place? yeah? i’m gonna try my best to win so you’ll give me another reward,” she cooed, draping her arms around his neck. “that’s real sweet, hon,” eddie told her, smiling. “what’re you writing about this time?” he asked. eddie loved when she told him about her writing competitions. “fantasy! yknow..dragons, castles, fairies, all that stuff. kinda like d&d,” she explained, looking down to play with the pins on his vest.

“that’s great, princess,” eddie complimented. (y/n) finished her soda before eating one last cookie. “we’ve got a meet today before lunch is over. i’ll see you boys at hellfire tonight! love ya, eds,” she announced before kissing eddie on the cheek and hurrying off. “love you too, darlin’” eddie replied before she skipped off. god, she was the most beautiful thing ever. the way her black, plaid skirt lifted just the slightest bit as she pranced, the way her black sabbath shirt hugged her perfectly, the way her chains that dangled from her waist chimed, all of the things about her. so perfect.

“so, what’s that reward ya give her?” gareth asked. eddie snapped his head away from her and towards him. “cmon, man, let’s keep it PG,” eddie half way whispered. dustin could be heard gagging and mike just groaning in disgust. “eddie- no!” dustin cried, covering his ears. “ugh, man- what?” mike scoffed. “oh, boys, one day you’ll find a lady— or dude —that makes you just a happy as (y/n) does me,” eddie sweetly smiled. the two only groaned more.

꧁꧂

and finally, the campaign had finally arrived. everyone had been killed by vecna, apart from you and dustin. “cmon, sweetheart. there’s no shame in runnin’” eddie spoke. (y/n) shook her head. “yes there is,” she protested. “come on, dustin, roll. you can do this,” she looked over to dustin, who had the die in his hands.

with her words of encouragement, he shook the die in his hands and rolled. not a 20. dustin groaned and backed out, standing with the rest of the group. now, it’s was (y/n) and eddie. “alright, munson,” she said, taking the two die. just like dustin did before, she shook the die and rolled. waiting for it to come to a halt, she stared.

finally, it stopped. she looked.. “IT’S A 20!” she exclaimed. everyone started cheering, jumping up and down and crowding her. eddie could be heard making high pitched screaming noises. (y/n) turned to him and smiled. he opened his arms in a presenting manner as he smiled back at his girlfriend.

eventually she giggled and ran over to eddie, jumping on him and giving him a huge hug. “great job, sweetness. i knew you could do it,” he smiled, pecking her on the lips.

after a bit of celebrating, the teenagers fled the room, leaving eddie and (y/n) to clean up. “oh, by the way, i’ll come over after i stop by the trailer. you’ll never believe this, but i’ve got a drug deal with the one and only chrissy cunningham,” eddie gushed.

(y/n) looked at him, appalled. “holy shit, now way!? that’s unbelievable!” she exclaimed. “i know, right? after i’m done with that, i’ll come over, yeah?” he told her as he put some game pieces away. she nodded. “sounds good, let me know how it goes. we can watch a movie tonight, that sound like a plan?” she asked.

eddie nodded. “yeah, that sounds fun. i’ll grab some food before i leave,” he answered. the two hurried and cleaned up the mess before heading out together.

“alright, i’ll see you in maybe like 45 minutes to an hour,” eddie said, getting in his van. “i love you, princess” he said before she gave him a quick kiss. “i love you too, eds. good luck with that deal,” she giggled before running off to her car.

she slid into her car as eddie sped off. starting it, she pulled out of the school parking lot, driving off to her house in the suburbs.

little did she know, there would be no movie that night, and certainly no food.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #hellfire club #x reader #stranger things 4 #d&d

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just-jordie-things · 3 years

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Insecurities - Richie Tozier

word count: 4319 warnings: swearing summary: Richie’s greatest fear is not being good enough for her- and It knows to use that against him ___

Richie Tozier loved his girlfriend. He idolized her, he prioritized her, and every day that he was with her felt like a miracle. She was his favorite person, the light of his life, and he was so goddamn in love with her that it consumed his entire being.

Thing was, (y/n) was out of his league, and his friends and peers reminded him of it, every, fucking, day. Either with a joke about how he landed a girl like that, or a comment about how she’ll find someone better too. His friends weren’t purposefully being assholes, and they never knew how deep their words could cut into Richie. But he’d never told them how insecure he really was.

(y/n) never thought anything of it. She loved Richie and that’s all that mattered. He made her happier than she ever could have imagined herself being in this town. In this dreary place she lived, he managed to be a ray of spontaneity and sun that she was grateful for every day. She longed to tell him how much she loved him, she’d never gathered the courage to say it before, but always felt the words burning in her throat. She knew her friends were teasing, and never second guessed them or Richie’s feelings about it.

That is, until Neibolt. ___

“This, is a bad fucking idea” Richie had muttered into her ear when they’d walked onto the property.

She wasn’t sure if it was out of annoyance for wasting a day that they could have spent at the arcade, or out of his own fear for trekking into the obviously haunted house.

If it was fear, she knew he wouldn’t say anything about it. So instead, she grabbed his hand and gave him a smile.

“But it’ll make for a great story!” She’d declared.

(She has a tendency to reprimand him on his idiotic ideas, and he always argued that he would have a good story to tell later. So when she repeated his words back to him, he glared a bit)

(y/n) winked, before giggling because Richie always made a funny face when she winked at him. After dating her for a year or so, he has never gotten used to the sight of her winking at him.

But then again, a part of him was still in disbelief that she was his girlfriend and she was winking at him.

He tugged her closer to his side by her hand as they walked into the house.

“Oh, gross” Eddie winced, and continued to complain the further they walked into the hall.

The clubs’ steps gradually slowed.

“What the fuck?” Richie hissed, eyes narrowing while he looked around. “This is a fucking crackhouse-“

He stopped abruptly when there was a loud creaking, and the whole group froze in place. They went silent, ears on alert for the next haunting sound.

Richie’s hand tightened around (y/n’s), making sure that she was secure at his side. She looked up at him, brows furrowed a bit, clearly conflicted about Bill’s plan.

Another creak sounded, and her eyes shot towards the sound, just in time to see a door slowly swinging open. To their surprise, no one, or nothing, appeared in the doorway. It only revealed an empty room.

When Mike took a few tentative steps towards it, (y/n’s) feet also began to move, as if on instinct, her brain told her not to let her friend investigate alone.

“(y/n)” Richie called for her in a hushed voice as she pulled her hand out of his hold.

She glanced back at him as if to say ‘I’m alright’, and then moved swiftly on the tips of her toes up to Mike. They shared a look, before nodding their heads, and walking into the room.

As she examined the old run-down bedroom, she felt her heartbeat steady, as did her breathing. The floorboards were worn and creaky, and the walls had indescribable stains on them, but there was nothing more to it.

“It’s just old” Mike said, a similar expression of relief on his face.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” (y/n) looked back out to their friends to assure them that they were safe. “It was nothing-“

Before the word could even leave her mouth, the door creaked again, and slammed shut before anyone could move.

“(y/n)!” Richie was the first to leap to action, but by the time he’d gotten to the door, it was already locked. And no matter how much he yanked and pulled on the rusty knob, it would not budge.

She was pounding her fists against the other side of it, and from the sounds of it, he was pretty sure Mike was trying to kick the door down from the other side.

“(y/n)! (y/n) it’s gonna be fine! I’m gonna get you out!” RIchie hollered, enlisting in the help of Bill and Beverly in trying to kick open the door.

But even as everyone was kicking, it was no use. The door would rattle in it’s frame, and not crack even a little bit.

“It’s It!” Beverly declared, trying to get the boys to halt in their frantic kicking before they hurt themselves. “Guys- Richie- we won’t be able to break it open, it’s like- cursed, or something”

He didn’t want to give up that fast, he wanted to keep kicking this door until his shoes were worn through and his feet were bruised, until (y/n) was free.

“It’s alright!” (y/n) called from the room. “Mike found a part of the wall that’s caved in, we’re gonna try to break through it to the other side of the hall, okay?”

“W-we’ll meet you o-over there” Bill said, already heading around the corner of the hallway with Stan. Even though it was clear she’d only been informing one person.

“Richie,” She spoke again. “Go on, I’ll be fine, Mike’s here with me, I’ll see you in a couple minutes, okay?”

She was trying so hard to keep her voice brave, but he could hear it begin to crack, even through the door.

“I’m not fucking leaving you-”

“Richie, go, I don’t want you standing alone out there,” (y/n) ordered. “I gotta go help Mike with the wall, see you in a minute”

He could barely hear her footsteps take off, and then leaned forward to press his ear against the wood, hoping to hear them breaking through with ease. But now he couldn’t hear a thing.

Richie spun around, about to alert Eddie and Ben how oddly enough he couldn’t hear their friends tearing through a wall.

But Eddie and Ben weren’t there.

“Guys?” Richie hollered, breaking into a jog in hopes to catch them around the corner, where Mike and (y/n) were supposed to meet everyone.

But no one was there either.

“Hello!? Guys!? Where’d you go!?”

He began to yell a bit louder now, rushing around anywhere he could in search of his friends, but he hadn’t found, or even heard anyone. How had they abandoned him so fast? Didn’t they notice?

“Richie?” A scratchy but familiar voice called from behind him.

He turned on his heel and was instantly relieved at the sight of (y/n).

“Oh, thank fucking god” He breathed out heavily, taking swift steps towards her.

She, however, took a sharp step backwards.

“Don’t come any closer” She snapped, and Richie froze on the spot.

“W-what-?”

“Stay the fuck back!” She screeched now, so loud that the harsh words echoed down the halls. They seemed to ring in Richie’s ears for a lifetime.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He asked worriedly. But he did as she asked, and didn’t move any closer to her. “Did something happen-?”

“Jesus Richie fuck off!” She snarled now, and if that wasn’t shocking enough, she stormed up to him, and shoved him against his chest with both hands, mustering all the force she could.

Richie stumbled until he tripped over his feet and fell to the ground. He couldn’t believe she was strong enough to push him to the ground like that. (y/n) wasn’t frail by any means, but she shouldn’t have been able to knock him down with such ease.

“Blabber and hover- blabber and hover with you!” She was yelling down at him now, and Richie pushed himself up on shaky arms.

This was incredibly unlike her-

“You can never just leave me the hell alone! Can you!?” She went on, voice booming unnaturally with each bark. “Always on my ass, always crowding me!”

If he wasn’t so afraid, he would have noticed how with every word, her teeth turned more ragged, and sharper.

“Do you think I enjoy it? Being stuck with you? It’s a goddamn burden! I can’t stand to be around you- I fucking hate you Richie Tozier!”

“Y-you’re not- this isn’t-” He could barely speak his throat was burning so bad from holding back tears.

This couldn’t be (y/n)... (y/n) would never…

“What, I’m not real?” The word came out in a vicious snarl, and suddenly she warped into another figure.

He wasn’t sure if this one was worse.

“You piece of shit!” Henry Bowers barked. “Haven’t I told you to stay the fuck out of this town!?”

Richie lunged himself backwards, trying to crawl away from this horrible nightmare as fast as possible. But the more he tried to scurry away, the worse the image in front of him became.

“You’re a freak!” (y/n) screamed in his face again. “You’re a loser, Richie. You think anyone would want to be with you?”

He couldn’t breathe- the tears- the panic- it all welled up inside of him and he knew he was going to explode soon.

“This isn’t real, you’re not real, you’re not her”

“Aren’t I though?” Her voice dropped to a haunting whisper, and she leaned in close to him. “Aren’t I!?” She screamed.

Richie closed his eyes, shaking his head rapidly and hoping that when he opened them again, she’d be gone, and he’d wake up in his bedroom. This was just one terrible fucking nightmare, it’ll be over soon-

“The real (y/n) doesn’t have the guts to fucking tell you” She snarled, reminding him of his reality.

“Stop it!” Richie yelled, unable to hold back his tears any longer.

“She’s never been able to speak up and say-”

“Go away!” He begged, voice cracking in desperation.

“She knows she’s too good for you, and let’s face it fuckface, I am too good for you”

He didn’t have it in him to beg It to leave him alone, as he broke down sobbing into his hands, enduring the cuel wrath.

“She hates you, for dragging her down, for hanging off of her like a dog,” Her tone slowly warped into something more squeaky, and masculine, until she wasn’t exactly the image of (y/n) anymore. “Ohhh… she haaates you Richie”

When he dared to look, he was met with the gruesome sight of a circus clown. A rather large circus clown.

“But you can stay, Richie, you can float with us!”

“No- no…. no no no!”

He covered his face again as he pleaded and wept uncontrollably. He wished that It would just get it over with, because he couldn’t take this torture anymore.

“Richie!” A voice screamed. Not the scream that he’d heard just moments ago, but a worried shriek.

Even still, he kept his hands planted safely over his eyes. It couldn’t get in his face if he couldn’t see the form it had taken.

“Richie- Richie,” The voice panted again, this time soft, and close to his ear. “Hey, it’s me” She murmured.

Gentle hands grasped onto his wrists, and pulled on his arms until he revealed his face.

He was met with the concerned eyes of his girlfriend, her brow so furrowed there were lines on her forehead, and a pout on her lips that he’d never seen there before.

“Babe,” She whispered so soft he was certain that he’d imagined that too. “What happened?”

He flinched when she reached for him, and the action shattered her heart to pieces, but she tried her best not to show it. Tentatively, she reached her hand out to place against his cheek, pulling her sleeve over her palm to wipe away the flow of tears.

“You’re- are you-”

“I’m real,” She nodded, beginning to realize what had happened. “It’s me, promise”

His eyes wandered her features unsurely, and she sighed.

“Do you want me to prove it?” She murmured, and began to speak before he could even nod his head. “On our first date, you called me sweet cheeks, and then got so embarrassed about it that you tripped and dropped your ice cream” There was a weak smile on her lips at the memory, hoping that it would be enough to calm Richie down.

He let out a shaky whimper, before surging forward and wrapping his arms around her torso. He held her so tightly that she had to control her breaths, but it was alright because he believed her and things were going to be okay.

“It’s alright,” She cooed into his ear as he cried into the crook of her neck. “I know, it’s awful”

One of his hands cradled the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair. The other was fisting the material of her jacket. He couldn’t speak, he was crying so hard, ut it was enough to know that she was here right now.

(y/n) rubbed his back in soothing circles as she held him for a few moments longer, until she knew it was time to go, and pulled away.

“Come on, we gotta get out of here,” She whispered, wiping his opposite cheek tenderly. “Eddie broke his arm” She told him as she helped him to his feet, and intertwined their fingers as they raced out of Neibolt.

The others, besides Eddie, were standing in the front yard.

Eddie was being shoved into his mother’s car, while Mrs K was scolding their friends.

“I knew my boy shouldn’t be playing with the likes of you all,” She rambled, snarling at Beverly in particular. “This is all your fault. All your fault! I hope your proud of yourselves for maiming my boy!”

She stormed off to her car, and Eddie could barely wave out the window before she’d driven off.

“I know where It is,” Bill spoke after a beat passed. “And n-next time we’ll come p-prepared”

Richie’s eyes widened before glaring at the boy, finding it ridiculous that he thought it was a good idea to not only come back, but to come back and retaliate.

“No next time, Bill!” Stan begged, shaking his head.

“We have to,” Beverly said. “Ben, you said so yourself, It comes back every twenty-seven years-”

“Fine! I’ll be forty and far away from here!” He answered.

With his words, a layer of tension settled over the group.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t save Georgie,” Richie grumbled, pulling away from (y/n) to head to his bike. “But you can still save yourself” He finished, brushing past Bill’s shoulder.

“N-no,” Bill stammered, pushing Richie back by the shoulder. “T-take it back!”

“Face the truth, Bill! You’re chasing a lie-!”

He couldn’t even finish before Bill pushed harder, and swing a fist against Richie’s cheek.

“Bill!” (y/n) screeched, leaping forward to break them up before something could happen.

She grabbed Richie by the elbow before he could land a punch, and yanked him back while Mike grabbed a secure hold on Bill.

“Face it! We’re losers! That’s it!” Richie snarled.

He shrugged (y/n’s) hold off of him, and her eyes shot to his, broken, and hurt.

“I’m going home. I don’t want to get fucking killed too” He muttered, and when he stormed off to his bike, Bill didn’t stop him this time.

“R-Richie?” (y/n) called brokenly, stumbling forward on wobbly legs, but it didn’t matter, he was already zooming down the street as fast as he could.

Before she could crumpe to the ground, Beverly grabbed a hold of her, hugging her against her side comfortingly.

It was silent as everyone dispersed, barely giving each other a second glance as they rode off.

Beverly hugged (y/n) tight before she got on the back of Bill’s bike. Murmuring a soft, ‘see you later’ that (y/n) wasn’t quite convinced of.

She didn’t have the energy in her to bike home, but the only other option was to sit outside Neibolt, alone, and the sun was beginning to set, so she gathered what little strength she had left in her to slowly make her way home. ___

When she came home past dinner, covered in muck and bruises, her parents barely batted an eye. Even as she let out a soft cry with every step up the stairs, it was like they tuned her out completely.

It had thrown her around like a ragdoll after she tried to defend Eddie. As brave as she’d tried to be, she’d been terrified, shaking straight down to the bone as she forced herself to stand in front of him.

The demonic clown had simply swing an arm, and sent her tumbling across the ground.

It took a long shower to get all the dirt scraped off her skin. But even as it was washed down the drain, the memories of this afternoon would haunt her for life.

Maybe Bill was right. Maybe It needed to be stopped now, before he could just keep coming back and traumatizing a new generation of children every thirty or so years. But even if she really wanted to kill the creature, she wouldn’t even know where to begin. And her brain was already swarmed with a worse thought,

Was Richie done with me?

She sniffled a bit at the idea, but wiped her eyes before they could be filled with tears.

No, he was just angry, and scared, he would never… he wouldn’t just leave like that… would he?

A few knocks on her window made her jolt up in bed, nerves spreading throughout her body like electricity. She instantly thought that It had found her, and was back to finish what he’d started.

But as she rushed to turn on the lamp sitting on her bedside table, her muscles relaxed to see it was only Richie, waiting rather impatiently for her to unlock her window.

She threw the covers off of her, and moved as quickly as she could to let him in.

As soon as she pushed the window upwards, he was crawling in, oddly silent.

“Hey,” She murmured, not wanting to alert her parents downstairs that her boyfriend had snuck in.

He’d done so a million times before, and they’ve never gotten caught, but today was a rather awful day and she didn’t want to have one more thing ruined.

“Are you feeling be-”

“We need to talk” Richie mumbled, effectively cutting her off with the upsetting words.

“O-Okay…” (y/n) answered, trying not to jump to conclusions. “What… about..?” She asked slowly.

“I think-” He started to speak quickly, but just couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

He couldn’t even look her in the eyes.

“We- we should- we need to break up”

It was like her heart plummeted right out of her body, sending every nerve to go numb. She had to have heard him wrong- this wasn’t like Richie- maybe this wasn’t even the real-

“I- I want to break up” He added in an even quieter voice. She caught the crack in his words, and she shook her head in confusion.

“What?” She could barely manage to say the one word.

“I know you heard me,” Richie sighed, eyes finally flickering up to hers. “Come on (y/n) don’t make this any more difficult than it-”

“You’re the one being difficult!” She whisper-hissed, eyes widening a bit in frustration. “What are you doing? Wh- why are you-”

“Come on,” Richie whispered. “Don’t do that-”

“Give me one reason why we should break up” (y/n) crossed her arms. She wasn’t going to let him walk away that easy. Something was up, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

“We’re not a good fit, alright?” He answered, volume raising a bit above his previous murmur. “We don’t work, and I was a fucking idiot to think that we would”

“Richie…” (y/n) sighed in disbelief.

“You wanted an answer-”

“Where is this coming from?” She asked with a shake of her head. “I know you don’t really want to break up-”

“Well we have to!” He yelled, and they were both silent for a minute, trying to see if her parents had heard him.

When there was no response from downstairs, she snapped back at him.

“Why?” She stressed the word, desperate for him to just fess up whatever it was that was bothering him.

“Why? Do you even have to ask, (y/n)?” Richie asked.

Her eyebrows knitted together as he spoke in such a harsh tone. Richie never talked to her like that.

“Look at me, (y/n)! I mean, come on, it was only a fucking matter of time before you got bored and realized how much of your time you’ve wasted on me!”

If she’d thought him trying to break up was horrible, this was even worse.

“Oh, Rich-”

“I’m a loser, (y/n), don’t you see that? Don’t you see how terrible for you I am?”

He was breaking her heart with every word.

“Haven’t you heard them? What people say? What our own friends say?” He asks her, but she doesn’t answer, because she can’t. “I am dragging you down with every second of being with you”

“N-no-” She can’t hardly choke out the word, but Richie vents on anyways.

“Might as well just end things now, before one of us gets hurt”

He turns around, as if to head back out her window, but (y/n’s) faster. She wedges herself in between his body, shutting and locking the window before he could just walk away.

“No, s-stop running away,” She cried, and when she looks up at him, she realizes that he can’t look at her because he’s crying too. “Richie,” She whimpers, shaky hands reaching up to cup his face, making him look down at her. “That’s not true, none of that is true-”

“It is” He replies, brokenly.

She shakes her head, and steps closer to him.

“It lied to you,” She tells him. “I know It probably told you some terrible, nasty things,”

Richie squeezes his eyes shut, and the next thing he knows, he’s falling to his knees. But (y/n) follows, kneeling down with him and shuffling even closer.

“But babe,” She murmured, “It was lying, it was all a trick”

She could feel his tears slipping down his cheeks and over her fingers.

“I just- I don’t want to drag you down-”

“Drag me down?” She repeats in a whisper, thumbs stroking away his tears once more. “Richie,” His eyes open when she says his name, soft and sweet-like.

She pushes his glasses up on top of his mess of curls so she can swipe away the tears under his eyes.

“You do nothing but lift me up,” She tells him. “You’re my ray of sunshine in this terrible fucking town,” An anxious and uncertain smile trembles on her lips. “And all those things you’re so worried about, I love about you,”

There’s a pause as her eyes flicker between his, before gently placing his glasses back on his nose.

“I’m in love with you,” She murmurs. “I love you so much,” She repeats in a sigh, just in case he didn’t hear her the first time. “So much”

A short breath of a laugh escapes him, and a small smile begins to tug on his lips as he looks at her. He knows she means it, he can feel it, he can see it in her eyes that she’s being genuine.

He takes her hands from his face, setting them gently in her lap before cupping her face in his own hands.

“I love you too” He tells her, and before he can lean in, she’s shooting forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her lips on his firmly.

It’s unlike any other kisses they’ve shared. It’s desperate, and careful, and loving, and conveyed every last drop of fear that they’d had in losing each other. She’s kissing him so passionately that her chest is heaving, but she can’t bear to pull away now.

Richie holds her in his lap, and she’s wrapped up in his arms so securely that she’s sure, and she hopes, she’ll never be able to get out of them.

When her lips are swollen and her lungs are burning for oxygen, she finally leaned back slightly, but only by a few centimeters.

“You can’t leave me,” She tells him through heavy breaths. Her eyes are still closed, but he’s staring intently at her anyways. “I need you too much- don’t leave me”

He nods in agreement, caressing her cheek affectionately.

“Okay,” He hums, and kisses her lips chastely. “I won’t… I won’t”

She falls forward, and embraces him tightly.

Richie’s arms wind around her lower back again, and they sit for a long time like this, catching their breath and holding onto one another firmly, so that neither can leave.

“We have to go back” Richie says after a long time.

“I know” She murmurs against his neck.

“We have to kill that fucking clown” He says, voice dropping it’s gentle tone, turning hard, and final.

“I know” She repeats, the same vengeful tone in her own voice.

Nothing was ever going to come between them again, that was for sure.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years

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I’m An Idiot / Richie Tozier Fluff

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Richie x reader (18 years old) where he has had a crush on the reader since the whole IT situation but never acted on it until he hears they are moving to go and attend college and it’s a whole sweet thing where he is outside her house practicing what to say and she hears it through her window or something? Idk if that’s clear or not. Thank you! Also I LOVE your writings! Hope you have a wonderful day/night! 💕

It’s been so long since I’ve written for Richie holy moly but this is so cute!!

Warning, some strong language!

Reblogs and comments much appreciated!

Richie Tozier couldn’t stop hopping.

When he woke up, shoving his duvet on the floor and grabbing the first Hawaiian shirt laying askew on his desk chair, he was shaking. When he shoved Eddie’s face out of the way as he tripped over him on the way to his door, he was trembling, although Eddie only snorted and rolled over in his sleeping bag to go back to snoring. If he knew that he was actually doing this, if Bill knew, although he was still sprawled out and half falling off the beanbag, that he was finally going to muster up the courage to confess to you before you left the Losers, he would never hear the end of it. When he shut the front door, squeezing his lips together so as not to wake his parents, he was beginning to jump from foot to foot.

‘Come on, Tozier, you fought a child eating clown. You’ve got the high score on every game in the Arcade. Heck, you’ve even made Eddie Spaghetti laugh out loud and spit his milkshake all over Ben’s face. You’re hilarious, you’re a fantastic catch-’

Kicking a can off of the road, he sighed to himself as he passed Derry library, his breath fogging up his glasses in the early modern light.

‘Who are you kidding, you’re just a Loser. She’s totally going to reject you. Shit!’

Crunching over the grass by the school, he finally hopes on his breaking down, creaking bike, and fills the empty streets with the sound of his wheels spinning and his heart thumping with each cycle. The dew shines in the first rays of the rising sun, brightening his sneakers with a glint as his tracks leave their own footprints on the grass - the only path to show that had been there.

He didn’t mean to reach you at sunrise, but he had found himself sleepless last night. He had expected you round at the Losers’ sleepover last night, but you had to phone up late and inform him that you had to start packing. Mike had been the one to find him, just leaning his head against the wall with the phone still hanging limply in his hand. He had to place his hands firmly around his shoulders to pull Richie away, leading him back into the others with a tight grip, but Richie was gone, far away, as if he was disappearing in his grip like a ghost. Eddie was about to say something later that night, but the look of fear, and dejection on Richie’s face when he slipped under his covers and just turned his back to the others, made him stop and just settle down in his freshly pressed sleeping bag.

The morning, thankfully, wasn’t as grey, but soothing lavender and brilliant lander started to break out from behind the clouds, merging behind his raven hair into neon pinks and peaches.

Finally arriving at your house, he dumped his bike on your lawn and ran around to face your bedroom. Little did he know, that you were also awake, still thinking about your phone call last night. Placing your hand on your windowsill, you sigh as you just stop for a moment, ignoring the boxes in the corner of your eye and instead just leaning by your net curtains.

Behind the glass, and the fabric, was the ever changing art of the sky, and the boy you couldn’t see yet below it, who was desperately trying to put into words the ever exploding feelings in his heart. There was such a feeling of nervousness, of joy, of electricity in the air, a sense that secrets were about to be whispered into the transitory and eternal air, changing and constant and not able to be swallowed in again.

Stopping suddenly, you start to hear a squeaking voice warble out from down below.

‘Y/n, these feelings I have for you are embedded in my - come on, are you five, that sounds so dirty. Even when a clown was trying to turn into a werewolf and eat my fear or whatever, or when we went into that crack house, I was never afraid, because you were with me. I’m scared, that if you go, I’ll vanish as well.’

You reach out towards your curtains and draw them aside softly. You have to blink away the sun for a moment as it comes in and bathes through the square of light in bright gold, warming the wood by your toes and bathing your face. You nearly choke with laughter at the sight of Richie Tozier pacing your garden, gesticulating wildly to himself as he swings about. He stops, nearly skidding as he throws his hands down in defeat.

‘We are two halves, but we make a whole- that’s so cheesy, you sound like Benny boy now.’

‘You’re my real family. You’re the only person who really actually gets me and I-I, shit man, you can’t do a Bill now. I love you. It’s just as simple as that. I love you, and I’m terrified. Damn, Trashmouth, that's not half bad.’

He nearly jumps out of his skin when you slide your window open and shout down at him.

‘Trashmouth, are you trying to wake the whole neighbourhood up?’

‘Why the hell are you up? I thought only creeps and nerds were up this early!’

‘Is that why you’re here?’

‘I thought I’d try out my new material on the best clown I know!’

A muscle twitches involuntarily at the corner of his right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace as he looks up at your raised eyebrows and slight smirk.

‘How much, exactly, did you hear of my musing?’

He folds his arms over his Freese’s shirt and flowing Hawaiian as he begins to hop from foot to foot again. Never one to keep still, he tries to keep his mind off your answer as you think above him. He tears his head away from your head, as it pops out the side of the window and dangles down at him like an angel floating in a halo of silver above his head, trying not to focus on the way your words would either see the dawn of his hope, or snap his dreams right in two.

Instead he nudges his glasses a little higher on his nose, as if the thought the midnight rims should pay attention too - silently focusing together.

‘If it makes you feel any better, I feel the same way too.’

‘W-what?’

‘Would you just get up here before my parents wake up?’

Richie doesn’t waste any time to grab a hold of the ivy climbing on the crumbling bricks, his feet slipping and sliding to try and keep up with his scrabbling as he tears up the side of your house. He’s so quick, you don’t know where he is until his nose bumps against yours, and he nearly collides straight against your mouth, the only thing barring the two of you being his glasses.

‘What did you just say?’

His expression is uncharacteristically serious, and yours is so bright in response. He wonders if you know how much that drives him crazy, how it makes him want to reach out and feel every curve of your skin, but instead he stays hovering a few inches away from your face, waiting for some miracle that his hearing quite hadn’t caught up with.

‘I said, I love you too, you idiot. What a time to tell me.’

‘Y-you love me?’

‘Would you hurry up and kiss me before you fall? Gosh knows you’ve waited about ten years too long.’

He rolls his eyes in that way he does when he's really happy but feeling too macho to show it, before he slightly wets his lips and lets himself fall forwards into your grasp. He melts into you, clumsily, and a little messily, but he manages to steady himself and reach up to cup your cheeks, lips desperate as they capture yours again and again, warm and tasting slightly like cherry, but so needy for you.

‘You’re right, I am an idiot.’

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beauregard-s · 4 years

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Verdigris | Bill Denbrough

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader (18 yo in this one)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: language, mild hate-to-love trope and mentions of cheating and toxic relationship

A/n: ‘The one with Baseball Player!Bill and the song Verdigris by Gus Dapperton’

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He can’t stop watching you.

At the bowling alley on a Friday night. Your arms crossed, a hidden smile on as one of your friends rolls the ball and misses the pins miserably. You probably had a night off, or else you’d be at the arcade trying to tame the thirteen-year-olds that keep fighting over the Pac-Man machine.

Bill can’t stop staring and it’s annoying beyond belief.

“For fuck’s sake, Bill! Are you playing or not?”

He’s forced to drag his attention away from you under Richie’s hiss only to perceive how everybody is staring at him - except for Ben checking on his shoelaces after tripping on them at least twice already. The looks range from Richie’s pissed one, to Mike, Beverly, and Eddie’s confusion, and laying on Stan’s impassivity.

“I just puh-played two rounds ago, Richie, stop m-mah-messing the order,” he complains, yes, but stepping up and grabbing himself a ball is the same as calling his own bullshit.

His move is absent anyway, only hits three pins because he backs off as soon as the ball leaves his fingers, making room for Ben to go next. Standing more in the back so he can turn his head in your lane’s direction again, all the way across the alley.

Only in time to watch you striking for the second time that night.

Only in time to catch how your eyes automatically fly in his direction right after that.

It’s quick, just a few seconds before you turn away again like at school two - or three? - weeks before, when you shouted out loud in a hallway about how you were cheated on, a thing many girls would hide, never talk about and pray for it to never come up. But you didn’t. When Henry Bowers leaned by your locker and probably tried to slide in some smug explanation, you shut the metal door so loud people around turned their heads and others who didn’t hear it from the first time caught on what was happening as soon as you told him to go ‘get his dick wet with Anna Thompson from now on’.

That being said you stormed out, and your eyes met his because he was frozen in a trance not perceiving at first he was blocking your way.

He couldn’t call you a bully, but nor could he call you an angel. You were Bowers’ girlfriend for quite a while, never messed with him but was never smooth either. You always stood neutral about Bowers tormenting him, almost bored, he noticed. Maybe uncomfortable with the situation if he overthought on that?

Never mattered. Bill recognizes he doesn’t know much about you, never got interested in doing so. Never needed to. You are just y/n, Henry Bowers’ blessed girl - because, thinking about it, yes, someone must be somehow holy to endure that one. Y/n, who he thought that barely minded him but still locked eyes and seemed to flash him a very inconspicuous smile that brought him back to Earth and made him move aside to let you walk into your 6th period class.

Y/n that since then started to hover above him like a little bird of prey, keeping those secretly mischievous eyes on him whenever they shared the room. Driving him insanely curious to find out what all of this is about.

“I swear to God, Big Bill!” Richie cries out in frustration, clapping his hands together in a desperate try to get his attention, “it’s your turn again!”

***

“Homealone again?” Stan asks while buckling up on the driver's seat after leaving the alley almost forcefully when the place closed, Mike’s horn breaking the late-night silence as he leaves to take Ben and Bev home.

“Yeah, for the weekend.” Bill sighs, sinking into the seat and smirking. “Why? Wanna throw a p-party?”

Stan snorts in the dark, turning the keys for the headlights to break through the darkness ahead. “Not after the last one,” he starts the car and leaves while Bill recalls the last party they went to. The party where around 1 am everybody started gossiping about how someone entered a room without knocking and...

“Y/n l/n, then?”

Bill moves uncomfortably. Of course, the party where everybody found out you were cheated on before you could do it yourself. Stan Uris really sees everything, knows everything, and perceives everything. And also have the gift of smoothly leading people into the point he wants to get to.

“I don’t think so,” Bill says.

Stan swirls the steering wheel to the left into a quiet street, suffocating another laugh. “So you’re telling me you were not perving on her the whole night.”

“I wasn’t p-puh-p-perving!”

“No!” Stan’s laugh finally comes filled up with irony. “At the bowling alley, at school, whenever she shows up during practices and her great presence disturbs you to the point you miss the pitches… Since she broke up with Bowers, whenever she’s around your mind goes wasted”. Bill grimaces and he goes on. “And judging by tonight, she seems to be at the same place as you are.”

“She’s not at the same p-place as I am because I’m not at any p-place, Stan.” Bill sticks his arm out of the window into the cold breeze, feeling something boiling inside him. That annoyance again. “She’s been teasing me since she broke up with her dear b-boyfriend, it’s all.”

Stan slows down at a crossing, making a snap noise with his tongue. “How convenient, no?” Bill scowls, eyes off the road to look up at his slightly raised brows, and he goes on, “Bowers’ girl gets cheated on and then starts flirting with you, Bill Denbrough. The guy who had his lip split open by those fists more times than we could actually remember.”

“Tell me about it…” Bill’s voice barely comes out as he watches the stores slowly turning into houses with dark windows and faded front porches, trying to smother that burning feeling inside.

“And you’re playing her game,” Stan adds calmly.

Bill snaps his neck towards the driver's seat again but Stan only shows that same impassivity from earlier, eyes solely on the road. “Don’t tell me you’re not, because you are. I saw it tonight. Besides it, we all know you’re that sucker for unbecoming stuff.”

Bill shakes his head, gnawing on his cheek in bitterness as the car stops in front of a two-floor house and Stan turns the keys, sending them into silence and darkness again, turning on his seat to face a skeptical Bill unclasping his seatbelt harshly.

“I am not. I wanna f-find out what game is she p-playing b-but I’m not playing it myself.”

“Okay,” Stan taps onto the wheel, grinning in his disbelief because he knows Bill well enough to know he may sound like he has his foot down when he’s in fact as unsteady as sand. “But she could put you in big shit trouble, you know?”

Bill gets out of the car, leaning into the window as soon as he closes the door, drawing a cockish grin. “Yeah b-but, again, I’m not playing her game, Stan.”

He assured himself that, even though his mind wanders towards you until he goes to sleep and even though you remain there when he wakes up Saturday morning.

He’s not playing your game.

But you’ve been testing his limits, slowly getting under his skin somehow with so little effort. Catching his attention when he doesn’t want to give it to you. You’re guaranteed trouble and he hates how you leave him restless whenever you are out of his sight and trouble his mind whenever you are both sharing space.

But he’s not playing your game.

Yet he still finds himself waiting outside the arcade later at night, at a discreet distance with his hands tucked in his jacket’s pockets to keep them from freezing under the fall weather. Bill watches you leading the last kids outta the place, promising an upset little guy they’ll be open early the next day too and turning the sign hanging on the glass door as soon as they leave to warn everyone the place is finally closed. The sweet way you talked to the kid doesn’t match the troublemaker image he painted of you in his mind throughout the day.

He’s not playing the game, but he’s ending it before he goes insane. Being a chess piece is not on his plans. He doesn’t know where you’re going with all of that so he walks into the store, immediately catching your attention.

You’re checking and closing the cashier when the noise makes you look up from behind the counter only to find the surprisingly-not-so-popular pitcher of the Derry High School’s baseball team standing there in between the flashing machines.

“Hey there, Denbrough,” you say softly, bringing your attention back to the dollar bills. “We’re closed.”

He taps his foot, trying to find the words to say what he wants to say because even though he planned talking to you the whole day, suddenly he feels lost and vulnerable under that nonchalant way of yours.

“I know, I didn’t come to play.” Bill feels proud of how steady he sounds although he’s clenching his hidden fists. He has the slight impression you are not as confused as you seem when you eye him again. This time deeper.

“How can I help you then?”

He thought he had a solid plan, but he doesn’t at all. All he can think of is how did Bowers get you? A straight A’s girl with such sweet talk, pretty face, and bold demeanors.

“You can help me by stopping m-messing around.” There goes his steadiness through the window, every single drop of it when your lips give him a lopsided smile, closing the cashier and pulling a bunch of keys out of a drawer.

“And what do you mean by messing around?” you walk around the counter and passing by him because even though Bill Denbrough is standing in front of you straight out of a dream in his stupid letterman jacket, a robbery wouldn’t be welcome and you gotta lock the doors and close the curtains. That blocks all the light from the outside, sending both of you into a gloom only lightened by the neon lights around.

“I mean all the flirting you’re doing.” His voice deepens a tone. “ I want you to stop it.”

He looks adorably anxious, of course. All fidgety when he’s trying to confront you that way but flinching when you turn on your heels to face him, his hands still in his pockets for what? Hide his nervous manners?

Not that you’re that secure yourself with your sped up heart. You wish you had pockets too so you could hide how you poke a cuticle on your thumb.

“I’m not flirting with you,” you say simply. “I know you’d like that, but-“

“You wish, l/n” he hisses and you know you’ve hit a weak spot. Also not that you didn’t know said weak spot exists.

“I know what you’re doing, and I’m not getting in trouble for it.” Bill steps closer, letting his sweaty hands finally fall to his sides.

“Again, I’m not the one messing around” You see his jaw clench, and go on leaning back against the Donkey Kong machine. “You are.”

Bill snorts and the way he runs his fingers through his auburn hair messing it in frustration makes things to you. Yes, Bill Denbrough in his lettermen jacket is stupid… stupidly hot, even if you hate admitting that.

“I’m n-not-“

“Are you sure?” You defy him, resting your hands on the machine and accidentally hitting the joystick. “So you’re telling me you’ve not been leering me around, casually hanging out with your friends by my locker or… Following my ex-boyfriend around to make sure he’s not coming close to me, Bill?”

Touché.

You never called him ‘Bill’ before, but thought it would match the soft-turn your voice takes and the little ‘got you’ move you just made. Bill thinks it raises a level. He said he didn’t come to play, but it feels like he did and now he’s losing because you know something you shouldn’t.

You know last Tuesday he followed Patrick Hockstetter’s car because he saw them harassing you when you were walking home after school. He watched when they pulled over by the sidewalk, Bowers leaning out through the window and saying something that made you argue with him for a while before you kept walking and they drove out. Bill should’ve turned right and drive home, but he turned left and followed them instead, made sure they went home and not after you.

“I was just trying to m-muh-make sure you were safe,” he reasons but inside he’s recognizing his failure.

Maybe you’ll call him a creeper for that? No, you just bat your eyelashes.

“You really have an unforgiving hero complex.”

“I don’t have a hero complex.”

He does. And maybe an unforgiving crush too because he realizes you’re not the one hovering here. He is. He always thought he never paid attention to you but he did all the time in the deep of his head, dreary by the fact that you ended up with someone like that disgusting jerk.

“A hero complex and a huge neglect towards yourself, apparently” you bicker, the changes in his mind showing briefly in his expression.

“Okay, I m-may be the one m-messing around but you don’t seem like you’re trying to run from it.”

The others have already warned Bill about that, his lack of fear and his broken anti dumbness filter, mainly Beverly, but there he is again. Making dangerous, uncalculated moves, totally improvising his next step to avoid a checkmate from you.

He’s kinda angry, maybe embarrassed, eyes locked on your as he comes closer. You don’t answer because he got a point. From the moment you noticed Bill paying more attention to you after you were publicly free from Henry, you never intended on cutting him off. You fed the fire and now, with his eyes so deep in yours and the smell of his cologne all around you, you let him taste a bit of power to decrease that embarrassment of his.

“Are you trying to imply that I want you too?” You whisper, no need to talk louder with his chest an inch from yours like that.

He likes how beautiful you look like that, face shining in verdigris tones flashing from the next machine, the way it turns you into neon pink and back to the blueish-green. He likes how daring you look even if he’s towering over you, inches taller, little knowing how you’re putting on a fight to keep yourself solid and your thoughts in place. Without much success when he leans in and brushes his chapped lips along your soft ones.

“Again, you wish, l/n.”

The previous moves were yours but in a turn, you’re the one getting the final checkmate when you give in and pull him into a kiss. A greedy and heated kiss that showed how you’ve been craving each other. Bill presses against you as he’s trying to challenge the laws of physics, his tongue licking into your mouth as your hands clutch on his thick jacket, feeling his broad shoulders underneath. His hands cup your face, his thumbs gently tracing up your cheekbones in contrast to how roughly his lips take yours, only for a moment before his arms embrace your waist and he smugly slides a large hand into your jeans’ pockets.

He swore himself he wouldn’t play your game, but he feels like he did and just lost it when he leaves your lips and trails the tip of his nose down your neck, feeling how you softly quiver in his arms, breathing in your perfume. Pulling away before everything goes to waste.

“As I said, totally n-not running away from me,” he mutters, leaving you.

You shake your head slowly, a mazy little smile glued on your lips. “Screw you, Denbrough…” But the words drip out like honey to him as he walks backwards towards the door.

Bill turns the keys still in the lock behind his back, flashing a cocky grin at you as he pushes the door open. He feels defeated, you do too but somehow none of you regret what just happened in the empty arcade. He can see you don't by the way you look at him as he leaves. It’s not just one of those glances anymore.

He feels defeated, but maybe it will be worth it.

“S-see you later, y/n.”

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soulwillower · 4 years

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i’d like that • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: Okay but imagine this... Bill w a daddy kink, only if you’re comfortable with that :) thank you, I love your fics

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, daddy kink, smut, a lil bit of thigh riding, a tiny bit of choking like a liiiiitle bit, oral (male receiving), this is dirty... it is also unedited

[losers + reader are in college]

im sorry i haven’t posted in the last few days, i’ve been super busy!! :( i hope you enjoy!!

2.4k words

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music blared, muffled slightly from up the stairs, the bass to some song making everything vibrate slightly.

the party was stuffy above you, drunk teens screaming and singing loudly, spilling alcohol and making the floorboards sticky. you and the losers were all in a kid from bev's freshman year dorm's house party, huddled in the basement.

it was a little more secluded, so you were drunkenly messing around with each other. you sigh as you finish your cup, leaning over bill's lap to set the cup down on the table next to the couch.

you shiver as you feel his hand on your back and his breath on your neck, giving you goosebumps. you catch his eyes as you lean back and he smirks at you, his eyes suggestive, but he says nothing. you smile lightly as you look away, your stomach fluttering.

you and bill were something - it was clear to everyone. you'd hooked up a couple times, but you haven't ever really had any time to discuss it further. it was fine, though, because you knew it'd happen eventually. mike was telling everyone that they needed to let him know where they were going to be if they split up so he could find you and get you all home safely, because he was dd.

"you're such a dad." you hear ben say to mike, making him roll his eyes. you chuckle lightly. richie laughs at this, “-that's ironic, because bill is the one with the daddy kink.” richie says loudly, winking at him as he drunkenly snorts. god, richie was wasted.

“wha-richie! wh-why bring me into this? what does this have to d-do with me?” bill sounds flustered and strained as eddie and richie die laughing on the floor. beverly is smirking into stan’s shoulder. as you look over, bill’s face is bright red despite his grin. eddie’s hugging your leg from the floor, his body shaking in drunken giggles and you laugh fondly. bill clears his throat, biting his lip as his cheeks heat up with a real smile. you lift a brow - that was new.

did he just get flustered? was richie for real?

if he was... maybe you're drunk, but that's pretty hot.

you’d like that.

you want to test the waters, so you turn to him. “hey...” you say lowly, and he looks down at you, eyebrows raised. “something wrong, daddy?” you whisper in his ear.

his head snaps to you, sending you a glare. you raise your eyebrows, giving him a smirk as he swallows, face bright red. “w-watch it, y/l/n.” he mumbles lowly. you bite your lip in shock, suddenly feeling heat pool in your abdomen at the way he’s looking at you. you just smile and get up, dragging ben with you to go find some more drinks.

you didn’t think of it again until bill invited you over the next day. his roommate went home for the weekend, so the two of you were going to meet up with the others later. you're standing in front of bill's mirror as he lays on his bed, reading a draft of one of his papers.

"billy, can you help me with this?" you say, walking back towards him, "i can't unclip it." he mumbles in agreement and you spin around as he lifts his fingers to your neck, working on your necklace to take it off of you.

his body is certainly closer to you that would be considered appropriate for platonic relationships, and you love that you can feel him against you. you take the opportunity to press against him, wiggling your ass against his hips. he huffs lightly under his breath as he pulls the necklace off of you. "you r-really shouldn't tease me, y/n." he mumbles into your ear. you shiver, feeling goose bumps spread over your legs as you turn around.

"does it make you mad, daddy?" you ask, proud of how innocently you delivered it as you lift your eyebrows. something in his face changes and he clenches his jaw. he raises his eyebrows back at you in a challenge, so you slip one hand to tease at his waistband. your fingers dance under his shirt to tease along his taught skin, feeling the muscles underneath you contract.

"y/n, what're you doing?" he says darkly, his hand grabbing your elbow. you lift yourself up onto your toes and feather kisses along his jawline, breathing in the relaxing smell of his aftershave.

"nothing." you mutter, smiling against his neck as you feel his hand tighten its grip. "i've been thinking about you all day." you say, pressing a kiss to his neck and feeling his quickening pulse. “wondering if you want me to call you daddy.”

you feel him swallow and you continue, “because i think i’d like that.” and this time he actually growls, pulling you back before smashing his lips against yours.

you kiss back eagerly, your hands coming up to hold his shoulders as his hand cups your neck. he's pulling you incredibly closer by your neck, his tongue pressing into your mouth. you feel him getting hard against you and you smirk.

his hand moves from the back of your neck towards the side of it, his thumb pressing into your throat, slightly choking you. you let out a loud moan and he smirks as he pulls back.

“strip.” he says, making your stomach flutter as you blink back at him. he's never been this dominant and it's fucking sexy so you eagerly start taking off your clothes until you're just in your bra and underwear in front of him.

he's looking at you, arms crossed and looking sexier than you've ever seen in your life. then he's lifting a brow, "are you deaf? i said strip." he orders. you bite your lip with flushed cheeks, unclipping your bra and slipping out of your underwear.

he stares at you and you love how vulnerable you feel under his gaze, standing naked in front of him while he's fully clothed. "you gonna be good for daddy?" he asks and you feel yourself growing even more aroused. you nod, eyes wide in excitement as your cheeks heat up.

"touch yourself for me." he mutters, standing above you and looking down at your naked body on display on his bed. “now.”

you gulp, face turning red but loving the way he's looking at you and palming himself. you waste no time, your fingers slipping down to slick your fingers on your pussy, moaning quietly as you circle your entrance.

you close your eyes as your first finger enters yourself, moaning louder at the feeling. if your eyes are closed, you can almost imagine they're bill's fingers.

"eyes on me." he says and you quickly obey as your finger picks up, making you gasp. your eyes stay on his and he's smirking and it's so hot that you think you're going to explode.

"that's right, princess." he mumbles, staring at you. "add another." he mutters. and you do, whimpering at the feeling as you stare at the outline of his cock through his pants.

"please..." you whimper quietly, making bill chuckle, "look at you, so desperate for daddy's cock." he mutters, undoing his belt. your fingers are still pumping into yourself desperately, chasing the feeling of pleasure that's growing in your abdomen. you see bill straining against his boxers and you lick your lips. "you gonna be good?" he asks. you nod desperately as you look into his eyes.

"yes daddy, please.. please." you whimper, feeling helpless and desperate. you love it. he smirks, shaking his head as he pulls himself out of his boxers and pumps his shaft, "on your knees, then." he commands. you eagerly go onto your knees at the edge of his bed and watch him as he pulls off his shirt, moaning at the sight of him. "use your words." he says, staring at you expectantly. you're so desperate that your chest is heaving as you mutter, "please, let me taste you daddy."

he hums as he places the tip of his cock on your tongue, smearing his precum on your lips. "do you think you deserve my cock?" he asks, his eyes staring unblinkingly at your lips. your cheeks heat up. "please, daddy. please, i'll be good." you beg, getting wetter by the second and taking every restrictive bone in your body not to move forward and take him into your mouth.

he hums, narrowing his eyes as if he doesn't believe you but he's suddenly pushing all the way down your throat and your eyes widen in shock as he stretches your mouth.

you feel yourself gag around him as his hands hold your head against him. your nose hits the skin around his abdomen and your eyes water but then he's pulling you back and off.

you immediately cough and sniffle, looking up at him. he chuckles, "so pathetic." he mutters before pushing back into your mouth, thrusting in and out this time. your eyes are watering because he's so big and you're swallowing around him as best as you can. his hands hold your head and he's groaning in pleasure as his cock slides in your mouth.

you're aching now, desperate for release, so you sneak a hand between your thighs. "d-don't fucking touch yourself." he says, hips still moving into you as his eyes catch yours, making you whine around his cock.

you pull your hands away and place them instead on his thighs to stable yourself. he thrusts all the way into you and holds your head against him again and you can't breathe as you feel him hit the back on your throat but you love it.

he pulls you back off with a low moan and you're gasping again, spit slicking your lips. you look up at him, "thank you, daddy." you say and he tips his head back with a small groan at your words.

he pulls away from you and sits on the bed, his cock hard and glistening with your spit against his stomach. he pats his thigh and you eagerly straddle yourself on him, looking at him for directions. he kisses you roughly and places his hands on your hips, dragging you to grind down on him.

you moan loudly at the feeling of him against your swollen clit and you clutch his shoulders. he guides you, watching as you squirm above him in pleasure, limp in his grasp. "please, i want you inside me." you say quietly, cheeks heating up as you moan.

he hums as you move against his thigh. "you've worked so well for it." he says into the shell of your ear. you whine, rutting against his thigh to find some release. "please, daddy?" you ask again. you gasp as you feel his fingers squeeze your ass cheek before he slaps it. "you're so wet for me, princess." he says, finger coming down to play with your clit.

he smirks, pulling you off and laying you down at the edge of the bed to stand between your legs. he spreads your thighs open and you breathe shakily as you watch him lay one finger between your folds, rubbing you lightly.

you moan loudly at the feeling, relieved to have him touching you. he pumps himself a few times, his cock still slick with your spit and making you groan. "look at you, such a m-mess. so desperate for me." he says and you whine, "please." you sound as desperate as you feel, itching for him to push into you.

"so f-fucking needy." he mutters as he pushes all the way into you at once. you gasp in pleasure and slight discomfort at his size as he sinks into you to the hilt. he wastes no time, thrusting into you hard and deep, making you yell out in pleasure. he groans, "god, so t-tight."

you whimper as he keeps the pace, hitting your g-spot instantly and making your toes curl. you're moaning quietly and his hands are tight around your hips as he pounds into you. he leans down to bite your throat and you almost scream in pleasure as he thrusts into you, leaving a purple bruise on your neck and his thumbs pinching your nipples. swears are falling from his lips and he fucks you into his bed.

he fills you perfectly, pulling gasps and moans out of your lips every few seconds as his hips snap into yours. he grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a heated kiss before gripping your hips and slamming harder.

you knew you wouldn't last long because of how wound up you were, so when your whimpers are getting higher pitched and you're clenching around his cock, bill smirks. "you want to cum, princess?"

"please daddy, can i?" you whimper, unable to speak the whole sentence because you're focused on waiting to cum until he lets you. he smiles, kissing you roughly and dragging your bottom lip with his teeth. "cum for me." he says lowly, rutting into you.

you unravel under him, holding onto him tightly as you moan in pleasure. he groans as you clench around him and he lifts your legs to hit a new angle.

you almost scream but instead you kiss him, whimpering into his mouth. he pulls back and snaps his hips impossibly deeper, your back arching at how sensitive you are now. "being so good for daddy." he mutters, his fingers sure to leave marks on your skin from where they grip your thighs and you nod, moaning wantonly.

after several slower thrusts, he pulls out and spills on your stomach, his eyes shut tight and a soft groan escaping his lips. "fuck." he says after he finishes, meeting your eyes.

your legs are shaking slightly as he gently lifts them down from his shoulders and you both catch your breath as he rubs your sides.

you smile lightly, your body exhausted and your eyelids half shut. he grabs a washcloth and cleans off your stomach carefully and you lie there, knowing that the moment you tried to move your legs would turn to jelly.

he presses a soft kiss to your stomach before climbing into the bed with you, pulling you closer and kissing your hairline softly. "was i too much?" he whispers, lips between his teeth.

you shake your head, eyes wide as you look up at him. "that was fucking amazing, holy shit." you say, your hands on his chest and head against his pillow. he smiles at you and you bask in the warmth his body gives you.

"h-hey" he says suddenly, causing you to look up at him drowsily. he beams down at you, and all of the sudden he's back to looking like a boy-next-door angel and not the boy that just completely mauled you.

it makes your heart skip a beat - he always has that effect.

"yeah?" you ask meekly, your voice rough and your throat sore. he's running his fingers through your hair and he presses a kiss to your nose. "do you want to... like, go out sometime?" he asks - sounding nervous, as if he didn't just fuck you raw.

you smile, beam actually, because you haven't ever been happier than this moment and you nod. "yes, i'd like that."

#bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough smut #losers x reader #losers club x reader #my writing

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celt-the-flame-3110 · 4 years

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(This is Reddie-Fangirl24) Because I loved your fic where Richie comforts Eddie from the hurricane, could you write a sequel fic, please? Maybe more comforting during the actual hurricane? It’s up to you. Great story by the way!

I don't know if this is what you had in mind but I hope you like it regardless! 💕

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“Eddie, Rich is going to be fine. He just went up to check on the leaks."

Eddie continued erratically pacing, not paying Mike’s words of reassurance any mind.

Throughout the day, the storm got progressively worse. By the time Eddie woke up from his nap, Richie found a leak in the guest bedroom. Bill came into their room soon after to inform them that there was water coming in through the shut living room window too. The walls were creaking louder than they had before. Mike sat some buckets and towels under the leaking areas to catch the water before the four of them went down into the cellar.

This freaked Eddie out and he was on the verge of an anxiety attack. After Mike, Bill and (more importantly) Richie reassured him that they were down there ‘just in case’ the storm became more destructive and that the storm was still at category two, Eddie was able to calm down.

The four of them were chilling down in the cellar playing board games, talking, and joking around. This lasted for a few hours and then Richie volunteered to go empty the buckets and throw new towels down around them.

Then Eddie started freaking out again.

Eddie tried to steady his own breathing, to no avail. “B-but what if he’s not fine, Mike? What if the fucking house collapses on him?”

“It won’t.” Mike assured him, patient as ever.

Eddie whirled around to glare at him. “You don’t know that for sure.”

Bill let out a deep, defeated sigh. “Come on, Eds—”

“Don’t fucking call me that, Bill.” Eddie snapped, on the verge of yelling.

Bill recoiled, blinking in confusion at his friend.

Mike tried again. “Eddie, dude, you need to calm—”

“No, fuck you, Mike! I’m not going to just… ‘calm down.’ My boyfriend is going to fucking die because you thought it was a good idea to let him go upstairs where the house could fucking collapse at any—!"

Eddie was cut off by hearing the staircase creak.

Richie quickly, but carefully, descended the staircase. He stopped a few feet from Eddie, not making a move to touch him or get any closer.

Upon seeing his favorite person in the world, it was like Bill and Mike didn’t exist. Eddie truly believed that he and Richie were the only two people in the room.

All that came out of Eddie’s mouth was, “Y… You’re okay.”

Richie chuckled. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Eddie rushed forward to practically leap at Richie, trusting him to catch him in his arms. Richie did, of course, and Eddie clung to him as his eyes started to sting.

“I thought you were going to fucking die…” Eddie murmured.

Richie’s tone of voice grew impossibly softer. “What? Eddie, honey, no. I’m okay. The house is still standing. Everything’s fine, baby, trust me.”

Eddie was well aware that Richie could be sugar-coating the situation to ease his anxiety. But the thing was, Eddie did trust him. He would pretty much put his own life in Richie’s hands if he had to entrust someone with it.

Eddie buried his face in Richie’s chest, trying to hide his tears.

He felt Richie carry him to another part of the cellar and sit down, resting Eddie’s legs onto his lap.

Eddie curled closer to him (if that were even possible) and he felt Richie rubbing up and down his back with one of his lage, warm hands. Eddie relaxed at the touch and breathed in the smell of Richie’s cologne, trying to drink in his calming presence.

Eddie vaguely heard (well... felt more than heard) Richie talking to Bill or Mike. His deep voice sent pleasant vibrations through Eddie, eventually helping to slow the rapid pace of his beating heart.

When Eddie focused back in on the conversation between his three friends, he felt Richie laughing as Bill finished telling a story.

Eddie lifted his head and blearily asked, “What’s goin’ on?”

Richie looked down at Eddie and smiled, seeming slightly surprised. “Hey, babe. We’re just talking. Did you have a good nap?”

Eddie blinked. “What?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, you fell asleep for a few hours.”

Eddie blinked again. “I did?”

Richie smiled kindly. “Yeah, silly. Your panicking must’ve tired you out.”

“Hopefully you’ll be able to sleep tonight.” Bill said.

Eddie turned his head to look over at his other two friends—who he yelled at mere hours ago—to see them also smiling and holding each other’s hand.

Eddie felt the guilt settle in his chest. “Uh, hey guys. I’m sorry about earlier.”

“It’s alright,” Mike said. “We know you have no control over what you say when you’re stressed.”

Bill nodded in agreement.

Eddie averted his eyes from their gazes. “That doesn’t make it okay, though…”

“Well... I forgive you, then.” Mike said.

Seconds later, Bill said, “So do I.”

Eddie still felt bad about what he had said, but he nodded nonetheless.

Richie started rubbing Eddie’s back again, kissing his cheek.

Bill snorted. “Who would’ve thought that you two would be the most affectionate out of all of us?”

Richie shrugged. “I dunno, Big Bill. I think Ben could give me a run for my money.”

“I mean, Ben’s head-over-heels for Bev. But there’s no way Haystack’s more sappy than you, Tozier.” Mike said.

Eddie made eye contact with Richie, who was still rubbing his back and smiling down at him. “Yeah. You’ve got a point, Mikey. Can you blame me, though?”

Eddie remembers when the two of them were in middle school and Richie started dating some girl (her name was Sammy or Sandy or something, Eddie couldn’t remember now.) When they would hold hands while walking down the hallway or he would kiss her on the cheek, the losers would tease him about it. Richie would immediately let go of her and his face would flush and he would mutter, ‘Shut the fuck up…’

But now when the losers teased him about how whipped he was for Eddie, Richie would never look embarrassed. He would just continue to hold Eddie’s hand or he would kiss Eddie square on the mouth (earning him shouts of ‘Get a room!’ from the others.) Richie was never ashamed of Eddie. Ever.

Bill ruined the moment by saying, “Someone should probably go empty the buckets and check on the leaks.”

Richie nodded and tried to stand up.

Eddie held on tighter and squeaked out a really panicked “No!”

Richie looked down at Eddie in concern, whose heart was starting to pick up pace as he imagined Richie being crushed to death under tons of rubble.

“I’ll go check it,” Mike offered, standing. “I think Rich should stay here.”

Richie nodded. “Yeah, that’s a better idea.”

“‘M sorry…” Eddie murmured.

Mike shook his head. “No, it’s okay. It’s Bill’s fault for being a fucking pussy and never offering to check.”

Bill tried to hide his smile with a fake scoff. “Love you too…”

Mike left to check on the leak as Richie cackled.

Eddie looked up at Richie moments after Mike left. “Is he gonna be o—?”

Richie gave him a warm smile. “Eds, Mike’s gonna be fine. It’s okay.”

And Eddie believed Richie, because of course he did.

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At The Kissing Bridge

Fandom: IT (Muschietti Films)

Pairing(s): Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)

Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier and (Mentioned) the rest of the Losers

Rating: T (Strong language)

Description: Richie takes Eddie to the Kissing Bridge to show him something to ease his doubts about the future.

Author’s Note: So, this kind of just came to me while I was working on another one shot for the Losers and I just went with it. I hope you like it and I apologize to the people who’s requests I have yet to get to for my easily distracted brain.

Oh QUICK QUESTION: Would you guys be interested in me writing up some of my headcanons for the Losers and the Next Generation Losers?

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A warm summer breeze swept across the tall grasses of the Hanlon property, causing Eddie to pull the hoodie he was wearing, which did not belong to him, closer.

It felt odd, he reflected, looking over his shoulder at the barn glowing from dozens of strings of lights hung carefully across all the rafters by himself and Beverly. Mike had provided the space, Bill’s parents the decorations, he and Beverly the manual labor.

It was odd to know it was the end of something important. To feel like you were standing at a precipice, knowing the only way forward with straight down into something entirely unknown. He had to admit that, sure, high school hadn’t exactly been all rainbows and sunshine but it had been a devil that he’d grown familiar with. College... the future... that was an entirely new monster.

Biting his lip and running his thumb over the raised scar on his palm in the hoodie pocket, Eddie reminded himself that, compared to his past, the future could only get easier. Anything would be better than some of the terrors lurking in his past.

Still, he found himself, sitting alone on a log outside of the Hanlon’s barn the night of his graduation party, scared shitless. Because it was easier to fear what you’re facing rather than something you still can’t explain, perhaps. Maybe because it was just the way he was wired... to be a fucking coward.

At that moment, his friends were feet away, laughing and drinking and dancing to Janet Jackson without a care in the world, but it felt like he couldn’t join them. Like he couldn’t chance infecting them with his damned anxiety. He wanted to be like them, carefree like them, in love with life and possibility like them... it just wasn’t who he was.

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice the footsteps approaching through the grass behind him until his guest spoke.

“What are you doing all by your lonesome out here, Eddie?”

Nibbling at his lip, Eddie shrugged, turning his head once again to meet the dark, warm eyes of his boyfriend, “Dunno...”

Richie rolled his eyes, not in a mean way or a teasing way, Eddie could tell, but in a bemused, endeared sort of gesture. A rare moment of genuine emotion from the boy, honestly, one of the moment generally reserved for Eddie alone. Sitting beside him, Richie nudged him with his shoulder, “You’re gonna have to do better than that to get rid of me, Eds.”

Eddie chuckled, quite humorlessly and looked back at the ground, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Richie asked and though Eddie couldn’t see him, he could see in his mind’s eye that cute eyebrow quirk that he always did. “You been steppin’ out on me, lovey dovey?”

Eddie shot Richie a look, adding monotonously, “Ha. Ha.”

“Come on,” Richie reached over, wrapping his arms around Eddie and bring him close. The chill Eddie had been feeling since leaving the barn’s warmth instantly faded away and he felt himself, despite himself, responding to Richie’s touch by snuggling closer. Richie rested his stupidly taller chin on the crown of Eddie’s head, running a hand up on of the hoodie’s sleeves. “I thought you hated this hoodie? You always lecture when I wear it.”

“Smells like you,” Eddie mumbled, slightly abashed, snuggling into the hole-y, monstrosity of a hoodie

“Goddammit,” Richie sighed, hugged his boyfriend closer, “You are so fucking cute, Eds, I can’t stand it.”

Eddie pulled away to glare at him before leaning back in to rest his head of Richie’s shoulder, “Rich?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you scared?”

“Of?”

“The future? Any of it... all of it?” Eddie sounded serious and unsure, leaving Richie little choice but to respond as close to in kind as possible.

“Shit, Eds, I don’t know. I don’t think like you.”

Eddie knew the remark wasn’t meant as a critique, just a simple truth. Part of his love for Richie was born from them not thinking alike, after all. He didn’t snap back, like he might have if they were having a more normal, casual conversation. Now, he didn’t need that. He needed a bit more.

“What if... what if college changes things? Changes us?” Eddie asked, quietly.

“‘Us’ like the Losers?” Richie asked, “Or ‘us’ like you and me?”

“Either... Both.”

Richie shrugged, smiling teasingly when Eddie took his head off his shoulder to shoot him a half hearted glare in response. As his boyfriend returned to his previous position, Richie sighed, “Well, then we change. Fuck, I think that’s kind of the point of college to an extent, Eds. So, sure, something things will probably change but there are somethings that never will.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie asked, unconvinced, “Like what?”

“Like the fact that all of us belong together, like some shitty, fucked-up mosaic. No one’s ever get any of us like we get each other. It’s just never gonna happen. Losers gotta stick together.” Richie eyed Eddie’s head on his shoulder and raised it ever so slightly to gesture between them, “And as for you and me... I mean, I guess I can only speak for myself but I’m pretty fucking obsessed with you. Pretty sure that won’t burn out anytime soon.”

“You don’t know that,” Eddie quipped, sitting up and picking at a sleeve of the frayed black hoodie.

Richie cocked his head to the side, watching Eddie for a moment before jumping to his feet, “I got something to show you.”

“What?” Eddie looked at him, confusedly.

“Yup, come on and get your cute ass up, we’re going somewhere,” Richie ordered, pulling Eddie up now. “Give me your keys.”

“No! Tell me where you plan on going at one in the morning!” Eddie argued, looking over his shoulder at the barn, where Madonna was now playing, “Besides, if we’re leaving, we should go say goodbye.”

Richie followed Eddie’s gaze to the barn and shrugged, taking advantage of Eddie’s distractedness to reach into his front pocket and grab the keys to the car, “They’ll just assume we’re rolling around in the hay or something.”

“That’s disgusting, Trashmouth,” Eddie chased after his boyfriend, trying to snatch at the keys as they approached the car. “Richie, I’m serious! Fucking give me my keys! You’re not on my insurance!”

“I’ve driven your car a million times, smartass, but cute try.” Richie got into the front seat and started the engine, looking across the car to where Eddie stood stubbornly outside of the passenger’s side door, “Get in, my love.”

“Tell me where we’re going,” Eddie snapped back, arms crossed over his chest.

Richie replied easily, “The Kissing Bridge.”

“Oh, ha ha, Richard,” Eddie rolled his eyes, “When was your last drink?”

“An hour and a half ago, I’m seriously good, Eds. I wouldn’t drive you if I weren’t. Now, get in.” Richie answered, waving Eddie in.

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie muttered darkly before finally giving in and climbing into the passenger’s seat. “Where are we going? For real.”

“Told you,” Richie shot him a smirk, “Kissing Bridge.”

“And what does that have to do exactly with what we were discussing before, idiot?” Eddie asked as Richie pulled out of Mike’s long driveway.

Richie laughed and shook his head, “Can you just trust me for once, Eddie Spaghetti?”

He received another cool glare before his boyfriend answered, “I’m in the fucking car, aren’t I?”

“That you are.”

They drove through the night and Eddie tried his best to keep his mind open. He’d wanted a real conversation with his boyfriend, not some stupid goose chase or whatever it was Richie had planned. Sighing, he watched out the window and was surprised to realize that they were indeed driving toward Derry’s notorious Kissing Bridge.

“Okay, what are we doing, Richie?” Eddie asked, “Because I am not hooking up with you on the fucking Kissing Bridge, okay? And besides, that doesn’t prove anything about what will happen in the future—“

Richie pulled to the shoulder right before the bridge and reached over Eddie’s lap to grab a flashlight from the glove compartment, “Eddie, shut the fuck up and follow me, okay? We can save the hooking up for later, if you’re desperate.”

“Me, desperate? Very funny, Richie.” Eddie shot back, following Richie from the car. “You’re the one who get a boner every time I so much as yawn.”

Richie turned to point the flashlight back as him, “Okay, first of all, you know you stretch all sexily when you yawn and you do it on fucking purpose so fuck off, Eddie. And second of all, it was one time! Like right after we’d started having sex, might I add.”

Eddie slapped the flashlight away from his face and shoved Richie gently while smirking to himself. So, maybe sometimes he did stretch when he yawned of purpose... so what?

“Why the fuck are we out here, Trashmouth?”

“Well, if you’d stop distracting me, I’d show you, wouldn’t I?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll just shut up then. A lesson you could take notes on.”

Richie chuckled at his boyfriend and raised the flashlight to the wooden planks of the bridge, glancing from carving to carving. Finally the beam landed on one that caused him to pause and pull Eddie gently toward him by the wrist.

“What?” Eddie asked, turning toward where the beam of light shove of against the white, chipped paint of the bridge. He scanned the area and stopped short upon seeing a pair of initials carved into the wood. “Is that—?”

But the letters were unmistakeable.

R + E

He stepped forward, running his fingers over the clumsily engraved letters, feeling his heart beat faster and his mouth go dry. Turning his head back to Richie, who was watching him, he just barely managed to find his voice, “Did you—?”

Richie nodded, stepping forward and cocking his head to the side as he inspected the carved letters.

Looking between the letters, which appeared worn and old, and his boyfriend, who looked nearly bashful, Eddie’s eyebrows drew together, “But... when?”

Richie sighed and used his free hand to rub the back of his neck, “Uhh... Summer after seventh grade.”

Eddie whirled around time stare at him, eyes wide. “Summer after... but that’s the summer that... we were only 13 that summer.”

“I know,” Richie shrugged and chuckled a little, “I told you before, Eds, I’m kind of obsessed with you. That didn’t just start when we started dating. Look, a lot of shit went down that summer, I know, but figuring out how I felt about you... that’s always been at least one good thing to come out of all of it. I didn’t completely get it then but... Look, Eddie, what I’m saying, in a sort of fucked-up, confusing way, is that I loved you then. I love you a hundred times more now. And I’ll love you even more in the future, college can change whatever else it wants to but it won’t change that. It wouldn’t be possible. You could tell me to fuck off tomorrow and I’d still feel that way.”

Eddie swallowed hard, looking back at the initials carved by a boy he’d once known, a boy who had grown into the man standing there with him now. That boy and his Richie now were different people, just like his Richie now and the one who graduated college four years from now would be different people.

But Richie was right, he’d loved the boy who’d carved their initials into the Kissing Bridge, he loved Richie as he was now and he’d always feel that way. An unknown future couldn’t change that, at least.

Shakily, Eddie looked back at Richie, “D-do you have your pocket knife?”

Richie did that cute eyebrow quirk but reached into his pocket and retrieved the knife, holding it out to Eddie.

Taking it, Eddie carefully butterflied the knife open and delicately went about crouching down before the worn initials. Slowly and taking extreme care, he gently traced over the letters until they were once again clear and plain to read before standing back up, closing the knife and stepping closer to Richie.

“So, you see, right, Eds? We’ll be okay and—“ Richie was silenced by Eddie gripping the front of his t-shirt and tanking him down into a heated kiss.

Barely remembering to keep his grip on the flashlight, Richie wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him closer, kissing him harder. Eddie, he’d long ago decided, was his favorite taste. Like spearmint toothpaste and chapstick but also so much more complex and wonderful than just that.

Pulling away for air, Richie gasped, “Fuck, I love you.”

“Shh,” Eddie rested a finger against his lips to silence him once again, leaning up on his tip toes to kiss up Richie’s jawline to his ear, “Do me a favor?”

“Hmmm?” Richie hummed, eyes drifting closed until Eddie bit lightly at his earlobe.

“Forget what I said earlier about hooking up on the Kissing Bridge,” Eddie pulled away and grabbed Richie’s arm, leading the way back to the car.

“Oh yeah?” Richie asked, half stupidly and half excitedly.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie laughed and took the flashlight from Richie, turning it off and opening the car door to the back seat to throw it and the closed pocket knife on the floor. He then climbed into the back seat and shot Richie a teasing, questioning look.

Richie did not hesitate to follow after him.

#reddie #richie tozier #richie x eddie #eddie kaspbrak #the losers of '89 #the losers of 89 #the losers club #The Losers #it (2017)#it chapter two

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