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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lip gallagher x implied fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re not sure why you feel the way you do but everything is just so overwhelming. what better way to relieve stress than by going to bug your favorite cocky bastard? || preview here

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, tiny bit of anxiety, light smut, soft!lip, reader is referred to as ‘girlfriend (once), princess, and baby’, no use of y/n

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k (2203)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: a reupload because the first didn’t post properly for some reason i have an idea or two for our fav southside boy in the works, but in the meantime, feel very free to send me a request or just shoot me an ask with lip brainrot. i welcome all here.

also! i made a ko-fi, link here! totally not required but greatly appreciated if you want to support!

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You’re tired, unbelievably so. You can’t fathom being in this class for another minute. When you slowly direct your gaze to the clock on the wall, you thank whatever higher power is at work that you only have a few minutes before the class ends.

The professor can barely bid his farewells before you’re out the door. You don’t remember ever moving so fast, but you can’t wait to be in the comfort and safety of your room. 

Walking to your destination, you notice how heavy your body feels. It seems like you’re carrying double your weight as you drag yourself. The only thing getting you through is knowing that soon enough, you’ll be able to toss your books aside and rid yourself of the clothes that feel far too tight and warm and- 

You groan, suddenly feeling oh so overwhelmed. Once you reach your shared campus apartment, you can’t help sighing in relief. The tension almost dissipates as you rummage through your bag for your key, letting yourself in. What greets you, however, is nothing short of comforting. Your roommate is currently on the couch, looking like they’re about two kisses away from having sex.

Your annoyed sigh catches their attention, and they separate from their partner long enough to send you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I thought I texted.” The person underneath whispers something in their ear. You barely hide your disgust when your roommate giggles. “We’ll be quiet.”

You must look skeptical - as you should, taking into consideration the many times when they have, in fact, not been quiet - because your roommate lifts their pinky, “Promise.”

You ignore how they barely wait for you to take your leave before starting back again. Your only focus is quickly entering your room and stripping yourself of those ultra-suffocating clothes. You let out a breath of air, inhaling and exhaling and exhaling and inhaling. 

Burying yourself in your blankets, you lay your head on your pillows and feel yourself start to drift off. The day’s stress fades as you close your eyes, welcoming sleep.

And you do just that until a loud thump wakes you from your daze. You go on high alert, thinking something is awry. Only when you hear moaning do you pinpoint the disruption.

That fucking liar, you silently seethe, attempting to block the increasingly loud moans from reaching your ears. Of course, they weren’t going to be quiet. It was like they had no sense of privacy or respect, for that matter.

Based on previous experience, you knew that sleep stood no chance against the literal bumping and grinding of your roommate and their partner right outside your room. With a frustrated sigh, you pull yourself out of bed, slipping on a hoodie and sweatpants. At least these clothes don’t feel so suffocating.

You move around your room in the dark to find your shoes. You weren’t sure where you’d kicked them when you came home, hazardously tossing your clothes off so you could dive into bed. You think about turning the light on, but considering the headache begging for stimulus, you decide against it.

You finally come across a pair of shoes - well, correction: slippers. Better than nothing, you think as you slide your feet inside. You bring your hood down over your head, practically shielding your face before leaving your room. 

The sounds are even louder as you walk past the couch, and you mentally note to rearrange the living room the next time you don’t feel like shit.

You practically stomp over to the door, not even caring to be quiet. If your roommate doesn’t give a flying fuck, neither do you. They pause long enough for your roommate to apologize with what you know is another sheepish smile.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes as you open the door, “fuck both of you.”

You close the door behind you and almost laugh when you remember they were doing just that. You’re not sure which is worse: staying in the apartment with your roommate being extremely loud or having nowhere to go. You think about it for a second when you realize that both are equally as bad.

You’re about to start stressing again when you think of something, someone else. As you meander through the apartment hallways, grimacing at every loud noise you encounter, you flip out your phone and text the one person you know won’t disrespect your privacy like your roommate.

hey, can i come over?

The elevator dings, and you pocket your phone, boarding the chute. You grimace at the bright lights and the loud chattering of the two people in the corner. While you realize they don’t mean to be so obnoxious, you sigh heavily, waiting to reach your desired floor. 

Just when you think you’ll combust if you hear one more hyena-like laugh, the elevator dings again, and when you sigh this time, it’s in relief.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you check it as you step off, beginning your walk down the hall.

aww, u missed me, didn’t u?

Your eyes roll as a smile tugs at your lips. You’re about to respond when another text comes through.

come on over since u just can’t live without me

The cocky bastard, you muse, not bothering to text back when you approach the door you’ve been desperately waiting to see. You go to knock when the door opens, and you perk up a bit, only to frown when you notice it’s not the person you came to bother.

Tyler, you think that’s his name, grins at you and opens the door wider for you to step inside. “Hey, Lip, your girlfriend’s here.” 

Lip emerges and greets you with a sly smirk. “That was quick. Bet you were racing to get here.”

Upon seeing your favorite cocky asshole, you feel your stress relieving. With a scoff and roll of your eyes, you deny the accusation. “One, I wasn’t racing. And two, I think we both know who can’t live without who here, and just a hint: it’s not me.”

Lip bites back a laugh, dipping his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants as he brings you closer. His lips are pressed against yours before you even register him leaning in. When you do, he’s pulling away, leaving you chasing after him. 

The brunet laughs then, “What was that again, babe? Something about you being able to live without me?”

You huff, the corners of your mouth tilt down, and your brows crease. It was such a Lip thing to rub it in your face. If the roles were reversed, you know for a fact Lip would be all over you.

“C’mere, you baby.” Lip pulls you closer to him, smirking as he kisses you again. You press into him, sighing softly against his mouth. It seemed like with each kiss, your stress was slowly melting away.

You felt the brunet’s exploratory hands caressing the skin beneath your waistband. Before they can reach any further, a laugh comes from behind you. “Aren’t you two just so cute?”

Shit, you flush with embarrassment. So caught up with him, you forgot Tyler there by the door. You go to move away from the brunet, but he holds you still, one hand cradling your head and the other raising his middle finger to his friend.

It’s a simple ‘fuck you’ that only sends the other male into boisterous laughter. 

“Okay, okay,” Tyler snickers, “I’m going.” The door opens once more, and right before it closes, Tyler calls over his shoulder, “Don’t have too much fun, kiddos.”

If you think you were embarrassed before, it doesn’t surpass now as you finally separate from him, face burning as you plant it on his chest.

You feel the brunet’s chest rumbling as he attempts to contain his laughter. “C’mon, let’s go to my room before Tyler starts creeping on us.”

You follow behind him like a lost puppy, allowing him to pull you along. You don’t realize your eyes are closed until you fall on his bed. Shooting a glare at the brunet, you right yourself on the bed.

His response is a cocky grin, and if you weren’t feeling like crap, you might rip him a new one. Instead, you roll your eyes, laying back on the pillows. 

“So, what’s got you in such a pissy mood?” You hear shuffling next to you and direct your gaze to the brunet, who is pulling his tee over his head. As shitty as you feel, you allow yourself to keep your eyes on how his muscles shift and contract. 

“My eyes are up here, baby,” You can hear his sarcastic tone, and you slowly drag your attention away from his chest and arms to his face. 

“I know. I guess you can say I was,” you pause, pretending to look for the correct word, “admiring the view.” 

You hear the bed creak before you feel it dip as Lip hovers above you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You mean you’re having a bad day because you want my dick? Aw, princess, you could’ve just said so. I’m more than happy to help.”

“Fuck you, Gallagher.” You try to sound annoyed, but your breath of laughter betrays you. “And I’m having a shitty day because I’m tired as shit, and my roommate is fucking.” Lip looks confused, so you clarify. “Like actually fucking, which sucks ass. So I’m here because I need some TLC.”

“Thick Long Cock?”

A laugh rips through your chest as you push the brunet away. “You’re fucking awful. You know damn well I meant Tender Love and Care, not fucking Thick Long-” You can’t even finish your sentence through your laughter.

When you’ve calmed down, you look up to see him staring down at you with a genuine smile, not a smirk or a grin. The quickening pitter-patter of your heart is interrupted when the brunet leans down to peck at your lips. “Got you to laugh, didn’t I?”

The sneaky bastard. You shake your head, unable to hide your simpering grin. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down for another kiss. Then another. And another. And just once more.

You’re satisfied now, and you let him know just that. Though, just because you are doesn’t mean he is. The next thing you know, your face and neck are peppered with kisses that have you squirming away.

“Lip…” you groan as his kisses become more frequent and sensual. He pulls back only to look down at you with that motherfucking cocky smirk you’ve come to love and hate. 

“Thought you wanted some TLC?”

“You’re the most awful person I’ve ever known,” you sigh, pretending to be annoyed. Lip could read right through your facade.

One hand slides under your hoodie, prompting goosebumps despite the warmth, as the other holds him up. Lip’s fingers trailed up to your breast, but he paused. “This okay?” He asks, stroking the skin just below. 

You’re sure he can hear the quickening beat of your heart as you nod, “Yeah, yeah, it’s okay.”

“Just my luck then, huh?” is asked as his hand encompasses your breast, eliciting a shaky breath from you when he presses against your nipple. He squeezes and palms and pinches and pulls, alternating from breast to breast until you’re moaning soft and quiet, digging your teeth into your bottom lip.

When you had come over, you hadn’t been expecting this. But you can’t complain. And as much as it would stroke the brunet’s already enormous ego, you can’t deny that Lip’s fingers are incredibly skilled.

Your hoodie is pulled higher, so you lift yourself to help him remove it. If he was giving you the front-row seat to his show, the least you could be is a pliant audience member. You’ve barely closed your eyes, laying your head on the pillow, when he licks at your nipples. The cold air and his earlier ministrations have increased your sensitivity, and you can’t stop a choked whimper from escaping.

“Fuck, Lip!” His teeth scrape against the hardening buds, and you can’t remember why you were so on edge earlier.

A breath of laughter sounds above you, prompting your eyes to flutter open. “Feels good?” If your brain wasn’t so muddled by the pleasure he gave you, you might ask why he asks questions he already knows the answers to.

Instead, you add fuel to the fire, maintaining eye contact as you look at him through your lashes, “Yeah, it feels good.”

A slight dimple appears as he grins, “You know, you’re kinda hot when you get confident like that.”

During the pause in pleasure, your brain clears some, and you raise a questioning brow. “Kinda?” 

Lip corrects himself, “No, not kinda. I mean, so fucking hot that it gets my dick all hard.”

Your eyes widen at his vulgar choice of words. It takes a second to regain your composure, “Screw you.”

“I’d like to screw you more, princess.” Lip says as he adjusts to sit on his knees, still hovering above you. His hands find themselves home on your thighs, “So, how about you let me give you some more stress relief?”

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Chaos by Iris Johansen

Chaos by Iris Johansen

Title: Chaos.Writer(s): Iris Johansen. PUBLISHER: Grand Central Publishing.FORMAT: Paperback.RELEASE DATE: September 1st 2020.PAGES: 416.GENRE(S): Thriller, Mystery.ISBN-13: 978-1-53287-1995-4. My Overall Rating: ⭐⭐ Rating: 1.5 out of 5. Imagine having the means to do everything necessary to save someone precious to you but to be restricted in your actions, to have your hands tied together,…

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𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lip gallagher x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: if there is one notable trait of lip gallagher other than his over-the-top cockiness and brains, it’s his disdain for all things lovey-dovey. but what happens when someone comes around who turns his world upside down?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1964

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i quickly finished this wip so i could meet my goal of posting at least one fic per month. next month will definitely have more writing but i hope you all enjoy this very late valentine’s day fic

check out my other lip fic, distractions here and my writing here! preview to my new lip fic, stress relief || fic here!

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Lip has never been one for theatrics or romance or anything of the like, and he prides himself on that. He thinks of himself as a simple guy who doesn’t need much charm to get laid.

So why is he standing in line on a cold, bitter morning to buy flowers?

When he met you, Lip had sworn off getting attached or dealing with girls who would be attached. He had dealt with so much drama and crazy exes over the years, and honestly, he was over it.

But, somehow, you had wormed your way into his life, or rather, him into yours. Something about the chase - you not wanting him and him wanting you - made the idea of being with you even more intriguing. Now, he knew no meant no, but after a month or two or three of him pursuing you, you finally obliged.

Unbeknownst to the brunet, your want for him didn’t suddenly start after he chased you. From the beginning, you’d found an interest in him, but unlike the previous girls he’d dabbled with, you weren’t looking for a wham-bam-thank you ma’am situation. 

You weren’t a sap. You loved your rom-coms, but you weren’t looking for Prince Charming to swoop down and rescue you. You certainly could save yourself. So, what were you looking for? You wanted someone who didn’t care about holding your hand but wanted to. You were looking for someone who wanted you for you and not what was in your pants. And that’s why Lip was not the person you had in sight.

You had too many people in your life who wanted you for the wrong things, and though you were strong enough to kick them to the curb, it hurt a little. You watched rom-coms, so of course, you’re a bit sensitive. And you’d be lying if you said those movies didn’t affect what you wanted in a partner.

So when Lip came around, all smirks and cockiness exuded, the only thought that crossed your mind was: “Hot.” Lip might have been hot, but he wasn’t so hot that he clouded your judgment. You’d quickly deduced that your interests were not aligned and didn’t even spare him a second glance.

Okay, that’s a lie. You thought the guy was hot, so saying you only looked once is incorrect. But there’s a difference between looking and fucking, and you certainly were not fucking him.

But sure enough, after getting to know him, you felt your walls crumbling down. Gone were the days when you would ask your coworkers to inform you if he came into the shop so you wouldn’t be unprepared. You liked the unannounced visits. 

You took the whole self-love thing pretty seriously, so before you let someone into your life, who could easily hurt you without hesitation, you wanted them to deserve you. Seeing his dedication made your heart skip a beat faster than you would like. And every time he showed up, you found a smile creeping on your face.

At one point, your manager even asked if you two were dating with how often Lip came around. He was a regular at your job and a constant in your mind.

He always came down to the little shop you worked at, chatting you up until the customers came in. Even then, he’d be staring at you, pulling faces and winking until you would roll your eyes and turn your head to hide your grin.

But despite the numerous butterflies he unleashed upon you, you were still hesitant, and rightfully so. Though Lip had proved himself to be caring, both of you knew that this whole dating and being romantic thing wasn’t him.

So, that’s why, when Ian was thinking about what he should get Mickey for Valentine’s Day, Lip knew what he needed to do. 

The idea was so foreign to him that he felt like a dumbass, but with the number of rom-coms you forced him to watch and how you fawned over the courtship, Lip pushed the discomfort away. After all, you were the only “normal” girl he’d ever been interested in that was interested in him too.

With how fast the news spread in his family, it didn’t take long before everyone asked about you - where you were from, what you were like, why you wanted to be with him, of all people. The last one had lowkey offended him, but he couldn’t disagree. 

You were special. You were the kind of person someone like him rarely came across, and he wasn’t letting you go that easily. Not if he could help, so brave the cold he did.

Lip was blowing hot air on his hands to warm them from the crisp winter air. He debated walking away and picking you some dry flowers from the ground but decided against it when he reminded himself that you deserved better than that.

Just when he thought his joints would lock in place, the line dissipated, the last person escaping the cold with their flowers in hand. Finally, it was his turn, but as he approached the stand, he was immediately overwhelmed by all the different shapes and colors.

His eyes scanned over the entire display as he fidgeted. Lip thought it would be easy to find you a bouquet of flowers, but it was proving to be more difficult than he thought. He racked his brain for any memory of you mentioning flowers you liked, but he came up empty.

“Can’t decide?” The seller asked, a hint of a smile on their face.

Lip laughed shortly, “Yeah, something like that. There are so many fucking flowers.”

“I like to have a variety. You’d be surprised how many people ask for the oddest flowers.” The seller watched Lip’s eyes flit from section to section before offering a reprieve. “What do you have in mind?”

Lip shoved his hands in his pockets, brows pinching together. “Uh, shit, I don’t know. Something purple, maybe?”

“Purple?” They clarified, nodding. “I can work with purple.”

As they readied their supplies, they nodded over to Lip. “Is this your first time? Buying things like this?”

The brunet suddenly felt exposed. “That obvious, huh?” He asked though he was sure his constant shuffling and wide-eyed expression answered his question.

“I’ve been doing this for a while, picked up some people-reading skills. For one, you look like you might throw up.” The scents were making his nose twitch. “And two, you’re nervous as hell. That usually means one of two things: you’re just awkward, which I totally get, or you don’t want to fuck up. I’m going to take a guess and say it’s the latter, right?”

Lip smirked, “Yeah, you got me. I don’t do this whole,” he removed his hands from his pockets to gesture to the wide display of flowers “romantic thing if you couldn’t tell.”

The seller smiled as they delicately placed the flowers together. “Oh, no, I definitely couldn’t tell. So I'll take it that this person is pretty special, huh?”

The brunet nodded, his smirk morphing into a genuine smile, “Yeah. Pretty special, yeah.”

“What’s so special about them?”

He had no idea where to start. There was so much Lip loved about you. “So, this girl, right? She’s one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, and honestly, I don’t know what she sees in me because I can be a piece of shit sometimes. I’ve never really felt obligated to do this for all the other girls I've been with before, but the thing is, with her, I don’t even feel obligated. Like, she’s not forcing me or some shit. I just want to, you know. She knows I’m not into all this sappy bullshit, and I doubt this is the last place she’d expect me to be, but I don’t know, it just feels right.”

Lip had been rambling about you for so long that he hadn’t even noticed that the seller had finished the bouquet and was listening to his words with a smile. “Ah, love is a beautiful thing.”

His eyes widened more than they had when he approached the stand, and the look of shock on the brunet’s face sent the seller into boisterous laughter. Lip’s words came out frantic. “I mean- love is a strong word- I don’t know. Maybe?” 

“Hey, don’t sweat it, kid.” The seller handed over the bouquet. “But you talk about someone like that, don’t let them go, ‘kay?”

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All the way to your apartment, Lip thought over the seller’s words. He didn’t love you. Really, really like you? Sure. Love? No. Absolutely not. He just enjoyed your company, and you made him smile even on his bad days, and you didn’t give him shit whenever something came up with his family and-

Shit. He might actually love you.

He didn’t have long to ponder when the door to your apartment opened. Your roommate was on her way out when she bumped into Lip. 

“Oh, hey,” she said. Lip nodded in acknowledgment, adjusting the gift in his hand, which caught her attention. “You got her something for Valentine’s Day?”

Lip looked down at the bouquet, “Uh, yeah. Is she here?”

“Yeah, you know her, never leaves the apartment. But it's sweet of you. She’s a major sap, so she'll love it.” Lip was glad to know your best friend approved. He never sought other people’s opinions, but he knew you valued hers.

“I’ve got a date to get to, but I swear to whatever you believe in that if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” 

Now, Lip wasn’t easily deterred, but the smile on your roommate’s face as she threatened him had him slightly concerned. You saved him when you emerged from behind the door with a knowing smile. “Leave him alone. You’re going to be late.”

Your roommate checked her phone. “Okay, okay. I’m going.” She innocuously smiled at you before giving a silent warning sign to Lip, and it was then that he knew he needed to walk around eggshells when it came to her.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Lip produced the flowers with a smirk to hide his nervousness. Though he had been hesitant about getting you the flowers, watching your face light up made waiting in the cold and getting threatened by your roommate so worth it. 

You gushed appreciation, the smile on your face growing wide as you placed your flowers in a vase after inviting him inside. Lip watched you with a smile of his own as you added water and set it on the window sill.

You approached him with a simpering grin. “You must really like me, huh?”

He thought back on what both the seller and your roommate said. He wouldn’t just do this for anyone. But for you, he’d stand out in the rain if he had to.

He squinted his eyes, bringing you closer to him. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I need a little convincing.”

You hummed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You pulled away, leaving him chasing after you. “Only a little, right?”

“Maybe a little more.”

You kissed him again, this time more heated than the last. His hands circled your waist as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers found purchase in his hair, weaving through the messy tufts.

You were about to show him how convincing you could be when your phone chimed loudly, disrupting the moment. Much to his reluctance, and yours, you separated from him to check the message.

“use protection, kids,” was the text from your roommate. You showed it to Lip, who only donned a smirk as he reached for you again.

“Looks like we should take her advice, dontcha think, babe?”

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨) 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x fem!reader, possible eddie munson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have a secret. that secret has been shared with only two people - your diary and your best friend, just not the one it’s about. but what happens when your secret isn’t so secret anymore?

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: wheeler!reader, angst, so much drama, special appearance: eddie, we do not like carol or tommy in this fic, possibly unrequited love (sorry y’all)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.3k (4343)

𝐧𝐨𝐭��� 💌: requested by anon a few months back. the request originally asked for byers!reader but i saw nancy and thought they asked for wheeler!reader. i had written 3000 words exactly, and the thought of changing it gave me serious writer’s block. nevertheless, here it is. very plot heavy bc i wanted to show reader and steve’s relationship. enjoy!

p.s. check out my writing here and my other steve story: dancing’s not a crime here

Being a Wheeler is a heck of a job. 

As the second oldest of four children, you don’t know whether to consider yourself the middle child or the outcast. You’ll go with the latter. After all, much to your mother’s chagrin, those are the types of people you spend most of your time with.

The only exception is the one and only Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle the two of you even became friends. But all thanks to your chemistry teacher, who thought the two of you would be a perfect pair, or at least, she only paired you two together because Steve was goofing around, and you were adamant about working alone.

Either way, since then, you and Steve have become best buds. Such an unlikely pair turned heads and brought about glares and eye rolls. But, being who you are and given that your best friend is Eddie Munson, the looks and whispers don’t phase you.

Your life is going well. Your grades are improving - you only get the occasional B, which is great because now your mom is off your case. You’re closer to your little brother, which is a feat because he and his friends are rowdy. And you have two incredible best friends who annoy the crap out of you. Other than that, you have no issues.

Actually, you do have an issue. Your issue is currently climbing through your bedroom window.

You lazily watch as Steve clambers into your room. His movements are clumsy and all over the place. If your record player played a quieter track, he’d give himself away.

Once he rights himself, he gives you a wide grin, and you make a point to blink at him, a silent communication of ‘what the hell’?

Steve heads over to your vanity, one that has papers and books haphazardly scattered across it. He bends down to check out his hair, shaping it together as if the tons of Farrah Fawcett hairspray he uses isn’t damn near gluing the strands together.

“Hello to you too, Harrington. What a joy it is to see you tonight.” Your tone is about as dry as burnt toast, prompting Steve to look at your unamused expression through the mirror.

“You’re pissed…” The way he tests the words indicates that he isn’t sure why you’re looking at him the way you are. You huff, nodding in response.

“Why are you even here?”

“Uh…” Steve finally turns away from the mirror to properly look at you. While you seem pissed off, he’s known you long enough to know it’s something else. “What, can’t see my favorite girl?”

“No, Steve, you can’t because you’re always here for Nancy!”

His mouth falls open at your words, making you regret airing your grievances. That’s until he smiles all lopsided-like, and your heart betrays you by beating a little faster than it should.

“You jealous or something?”

Your eye twitches, and you sigh as you fall back on your bed. “You’re awful, you know?” You hear a laugh, and your heart pitter-patters again, betraying you. “And I’m not ‘jealous or something’.” You make your voice octaves deeper to mimic him. “I’m just annoyed.”

The bed dips when Steve joins you. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” You don’t look convinced, and he nudges you. “I’m serious. I might be dating your sister, but you’re still my favorite Wheeler.”

“Whatever. I still don’t believe you. But go before Nancy has a fit.”

“Fine, fine. Rush me, why don’t you?” He hovers by your door, listening to ensure the coast is clear. Before he heads out, he winks at you, giving one of his signature charming grins. “See you later, Wheeler.”

You can’t stop a grin of your own from emerging as you raise a hand as if you’re going to wave. Instead, you flip the bird, “Get out, Harrington.”

Once he leaves, you grab a pillow, burying your face inside to scream. Of all people, why do you have a crush on him? That’s a question answered when you pull out your diary, writing down the feelings you’ll never confess.

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Though Steve hadn’t said he’d spend more time with you, he did make an effort. He even went as far as joining you and your friends instead of his own for lunch.

You’re having a conversation with Steve when someone calls him over. Annoyance tugs at you, but before Steve goes, he makes a point to salute you. The simple gesture makes you smile like a schoolgirl, and Eddie quickly calls you out.

“This is sickening to watch.” The brunet pretends to vomit, covering his eyes like a distressed maiden.

Your smile quickly wipes away as you roll your eyes, tossing a grape at Eddie, who somehow manages to catch it in his mouth - the lucky bastard.

“Don’t get mad at me because you’re in love with-” Before he can finish his sentence, you slap your hands over his mouth, shushing. 

“-Be quiet!”

Eddie peels your hands off him, rolling his lips to prevent his laughter from escaping. “I wasn’t going to say you know who’s name. No need to attack me.”

“Yet, for some reason, I don’t believe you.”

Eddie starts chuckling at your tone, and you swat at him, laughter bubbling in your chest. “Stop laughing, you ass.”

From afar, Steve watches the two of you laugh. He’s trying to figure out why his chest feels tight when Carol waves her hand to get his attention.

He directs his gaze to the ginger, who smacks her gum loudly. “What is up with you and those Wheelers? First, you’re friends with one. And now, you’re dating one.”

Tommy chimes in, “Yeah, man. Still can’t believe your friends with that freak.”

Steve isn’t able to defend himself when Carol interrupts. “Tommy’s right, Steve. Nancy was already a stretch, but that freak-” She smacks her gum again, nodding her head over to you. “-she’s a basketcase.”

Now, Steve is used to his friends and their judgmental ways. And, though he has a long way to go, he can acknowledge that he’s changed from the ignorant guy who picked on anyone who wasn’t cool enough. Part of - no - a good majority of that change is thanks to one person - you. So, hearing his assholes of friends calling you a freak and making it seem like being around you is hell on Earth riles him up all the wrong ways.

“Shut the hell up.” Steve scoffs, crossing his arms. He looks over at you, and you’re gesticulating as you recount a story to your friends. Steve’s reminded of how amazing you are as they smile and laugh.

“You assholes don’t even know the first thing about her. She’s the best damn person I’ve ever met, and she’s leagues better than both of you without feeling the need to tear down everybody else that breathes.”

Steve turns back to Tommy and Carol, his harsh glare rivaling their shocked expressions. All Carol can do is slowly chew her gum, looking around as if waiting for someone to snap Steve back to his old self.

“You know what? I don’t have time for this. You can plan the goddamn party on your own.” With that, Steve walks away before he says something extreme and heads back to your table.

“I don’t know about you, Tommy,” Carol blows a bubble with her gum, “But I really don’t like her.”

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You’re by your locker, sifting through your notebooks and chatting with Eddie, when Steve joins you. Being as keen as you are, the odd look Steve gives Eddie doesn’t go unnoticed. You have half a mind to comment, but Steve speaks before you can.

“You’re coming to the party, right?” Steve asks as he leans against the lockers next to yours.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. There’s a party every day, it seems. You shut your locker before turning to Steve. “How about no?”

“Aw, c’mon, it’ll be a total drag without you there, you know?” Steve lays the charm on thick as he sports a heart-clenching grin. But you’ve learned not to act on those lovey-dovey feelings to protect your sanity.

“If it’ll be such a drag, how about you don’t go…?” Eddie offers, reminding you of how awesome a friend he is. He’s always there to pull you out of situations you don’t want to find yourself. And going to a party with Steve, and undoubtedly his horrendous friends, is not your cup of tea.

“Funny, Munson. Don’t think I was talking to your ass.” Steve’s counter catches you and Eddie off guard, and you throw a ‘what the hell’ look at Steve. You know that Steve is still Steve and has some unsatisfactory traits lingering. But him being unnecessarily rude to Eddie is something you’re not okay with.

“Okay, look…” Steve sighs, which has you raising an eyebrow, awaiting his response. “That was messed up, sorry, dude. I was going to ask if you both wanted to come.” 

Eddie brushes it off with a wave, “Don’t sweat it, man. I get it. But we’ll have to get back to you on this one. Y’know, parties aren’t really our scene.”

You agree with Eddie’s statement with a nod. Steve, however, has difficulty not rolling his eyes at Eddie’s use of we. What, did he not think you could answer on your own? And why the hell is he always getting in his way? But most important, why does it piss Steve off so much?

While Steve ponders, he misses the call of his friends. He only reacts when he sees Eddie stumble towards you. He whips his head around to see Tommy and Carol snickering.

“Watch where you’re going, you damn freak,” Tommy sneers, and some jerks in the back laugh along.

Your books fall out of your arms as you prevent Eddie from becoming too familiar with the ground. “You good, Eds?” He nods, allowing you to help him back on steady footing.

You glare at Tommy, who laughs like a fucking hyena. You’re about to rip him a new one when Steve steps in, much to your and everyone else’s surprise.

“Jesus, Tommy… You have to be such a dick all the time?” Steve pointedly asks as he bends down on one knee to pick up your fallen books. It’s a simple act - a fine gentleman courteous enough to help a distressed maiden. But, you don’t know, something about how Steve gathers your things, handing them to you with that oh-so-apologetic expression, makes that simple act not so simple. 

A singular strand of hair loses its hold and flutters down to frame his face, and, like an idiot, all you can form is, “Thanks…” You hear Eddie snort quietly beside you, and as you take your books from Steve’s outreached hands, you make sure to jab the brunet in the side with your elbow.

“Always with the fucking Wheelers…” Carol sighs, popping a bubble of her gum. Like birds migrating, their small group of goons disperses in pursuit of more havoc. You’re grateful for two reasons. 1. They’ll leave you and Eddie alone. 2. Most importantly, you’re sure it’s plain as day how flustered Steve’s actions made you.

You’re about to give Carol and Tommy a piece of your mind when the bell rings for a second time. You curse, haphazardly shoving your books into your backpack.

One more tardy, and Mrs. Nelson might make do on her promise to slap you and Eddie in Saturday detention. That was just something neither of you could afford. You grab Eddie’s hand, and in your haste, you miss the disgruntled look on Steve’s face.

You two run down the hall, and just as you reach the corner, you turn around and lift your hand to wave bye to Steve. “See you never, Harrington!”

The corner of his mouth upturns when your wave turns into flipping the bird. “Oh, and fuck you, Tommy and Carol!”

The two scoff behind Steve, who only smiles, shaking his head. “Gotta love those Wheelers.”

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It’s Friday night, also the day of the party. Now, you’ve made all reservations to stay at home in the comfort and safety of your room. You’re all set to do just that until Steve comes to pick up Nancy. Ever since your mom caught him sneaking through your bedroom window to see your sister, he’s made more effort to appear at the front door. For good reason - Karen Wheeler might be head of PTA and bakes cookies, but she’s one woman you don’t want to be on the wrong side of.

You’re rifling through the pantry when Holly runs to you. She tugs at your pants legs until you turn around to see her with a piece of paper. You eye it warily until she aggressively thrusts her hand out, pointing to the front door before running off.

The crumbled piece of paper reads: “PARTY? Yes or yes?”

You snicker, pocketing the note as you gather your snacks and head for the stairs. On your way, you spot Nancy gracefully gliding down and almost envy her because you always trip over a step. 

Nancy stops you before you can ascend. “Oh, are you staying home again?” The ‘again’ is an ongoing joke with your family since you’re affectionately dubbed a hermit.

“She’s not,” Steve answers as he joins the two of you, and your eye twitches a bit when he swings an arm around her shoulders. “She’s coming to the party.”

Your face furrows as you pretend to think. “Hmm, you know, I don’t think I ever agreed to that. By the way, Harrington, you didn’t give me an option for no way in hell.”

Steve groans, “C’monnn, it’ll be a blast.” You almost let the thought of him being cute as he pouts linger in your mind but instead push it away.

You yawn tiredly, tucking your snacks under one arm as you cover your mouth. Blinking slowly, you squint before sighing in acquiescence. “This isn’t a yes, but I’ll consider it.”

You can see that Steve is fighting the urge to persuade you more, and the way he settles for a cool nod makes you bite back a grin. You wave goodbye to him and Nancy as you trek back to your bedroom.

You’ve nearly reached the top when Steve calls your name from the open front door. You turn around to see a cheeky grin. “Don’t forget Munson’s invited, too. See you there.”

You find it hilarious how sure he is that you’ll show up. There is absolutely no chance in hell you would go to the party. No chance at all-

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The music from the party sends vibrations throughout Eddie’s van, and you’re suddenly regretting coming. You turn to Eddie with an unsure look and almost laugh at his mirrored expression.

“Twenty minutes tops.” Eddie frowns as a couple runs in front of the van, cackling as they head for a cluster of trees further back. It’s so obvious what they’re up to.

“Ten.” You can’t fathom spending more time here, and you haven’t even made it inside yet.

Eddie nods in agreement, moving to get out before he stops to turn to you. He pokes you with a finger to get your attention. “Hey, you feeling okay?”

You furrow your brows, sighing. “I don’t know. Something feels off…”

“Maybe it’s the fact that we’re here… at this party… which, can I just add, is totally not our scene?” Eddie suggests, making you frown slightly.

“I don’t know. Today has been a bit weird. I was looking for something earlier and couldn’t find it, and then I had to see Steve and Nancy being, well, a couple. And, get this, I stumbled down the stairs when you came to pick me up.” You sigh again. “Maybe this was a bad idea…” you mumble, looking out the window to see someone vomiting on the lawn. Your nose crinkles, and you quickly avert your gaze to Eddie before you get sick, too.

“Well, how about this?” Eddie grins, trying to prompt one of your own. “We show face, talk to that guy - the unnamed one you have a major hard-on for. Then we make our grand escape, and guess what?” You look at him amused and respond with a hum. “We head back to my place and spend the rest of the night watching awesome movies and listening to super cool music. Sound good?”

You hate that Eddie knows you so well. With an affectionate eye roll, you breathe in and out. “Sounds good. Let’s go, Munster.”

The party is in full swing inside. It seemed the outside partying was just a warmup for what you two would face. Some acquaintances greet you and Eddie, sending waves and raising their drinks. It’s almost comical because it makes you feel like you’re one of the “cool” kids.

Somehow, you and Eddie find yourselves in the thicket; the music’s bass rumbles through you, and you see far too much bumping and grinding for your liking. You look around for the only reason you attended this shit show and come up short. However, you see Carol, who has an annoyingly cocky grin as she passes you, whispering something to Tommy, who snickers. 

You’re about to comment on it to Eddie when someone calls your name. You look around until you see Steve heading towards you.

“Heyyy, you made it!” His enthusiasm brings about a simpering grin of your own. Steve pulls you in for a hug, throwing his arm around your shoulder, and you have to tell your heart to stop doing somersaults.

“Yeah, I did.” You smile up at him and almost laugh at his dopey expression. You’re not sure why he’s looking like that, but you attribute it to drinking. After all, is Steve Harrington really at a party if he doesn’t down an entire keg in seconds?

“You look really pretty, you know?” His words make you swallow harshly, knowing that his drunk words are kryptonite to your sober, hopeless, lovesick little heart. 

You can feel the heat emanating from your cheeks, and you’re sure that if he continues staring at you with that look you can’t quite name in his eyes, you’ll be a walking heat advisory. You gently jab at his shoulder, dismissing him with a wave of your hands and a roll of your eyes. “Sure, sure. Let the alcohol talk.”

“It’s not the-” Steve doesn’t finish his sentence when Nancy joins your little party, nuzzling up to him. The sight makes your heart clench in a not-so-pleasant way, and you smile briefly to show good camaraderie, but deep down, you hate yourself for feeling this way.

Nancy greets Eddie, and you silently curse yourself for forgetting he was there. Knowing that he witnessed the entire interaction, you chuckle, sure he’ll find some way to tease you about it later.

You spend the next few minutes talking with Steve and Nancy, who soon enough become engrossed with each other. The whispers and drunken laughter they share make your eye twitch, which catches Eddie’s attention.

“You know, it’s getting pretty late, so I think we’re going to head out,” Eddie says, forcing a convincing yawn. 

“Nooo,” Steve groans, unwrapping his arm from Nancy to place his hand on your shoulder. “You can’t go just yet. Stay. Please.” His bottom lip juts out just a bit as he pouts, begging you to stay with those big brown eyes, and a tiny part of you screams just how kissable he looks.

Instead of succumbing to that deep-down desire, you smile, tilting your head to look at him. “Sorry, Harrington. It appears you’ve exceeded your time limit.” You pat his hand, squeezing it gently before removing it. You swear you can feel his fingers curl around your palm, but he steps back in defeat before you can discern.

“It was fun talking with you guys, though. Who knows, maybe we’ll come to another par-”

You begin stepping away from him when a screech makes you and everyone else stop in their place. You turn to the source to find Tommy and Carol - of course, it’s them - standing atop a table with a microphone. 

You have half a mind to leave, but for some reason, you feel compelled to stay.

“Hi, everyone! Hope you’re all having a fantastic time!” Carol starts, her words slurred and voice oh so annoying. Cheers erupt from the crowd, but she’s quick to quieten them with a hand in the air. “I have a little special announcement for one of our esteemed guests…” 

She pauses dramatically, a mischievous look on her face. You’re not the only one who notices. Eddie leans down to whisper, “I think we should go.” You agree, feeling uneasy, but just when you turn to go, you hear your name.

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are on you, Steve and Nancy included. You stare at Carol warily, wondering where she’s going with this.

“You see, little miss weirdo over there has a big fat crush on her best friend. But Steve is too busy fucking little miss perfect to give her the time of day.” Muttering and snickers and gasps of surprise sound around you as your heartbeat quickens. Tommy pulls your diary from his jacket, flipping it open to an earmarked page.

“‘Dear diary… I can’t believe I have a crush on Steve Harrington! I hate him and his perfect hair and charming smile and-’” Tommy pauses his reading to smirk. “Here’s the best part.” He pitches his voice annoyingly high, “‘I think I might just be in love with him, but of course, he has to be dating my sister, of all people.’”

If the humiliation doesn’t break you, seeing Steve and Nancy’s expressions as you slowly turn to them does. Nancy looks betrayed, and there’s a hint of anger in her eyes. You don’t blame her; you felt the same when you discovered she was dating Steve. Speaking of which, he looks confused; his brows pinch together, and his mouth is agape. 

You open your mouth, but no words come out. What can you say? You don’t know. But you know that standing there while everyone looks at you isn’t helping you. Before you can register it, you’re running out of the house, pushing past everything in your way.

You don’t hear or see Steve marching right up to the table. “You’re real pricks, you know that?” He asks, snatching your diary from Tommy’s hands, sending him stumbling and falling off the table on his butt. Laughter erupts when Tommy falls. “Fucking assholes,” Steve sneers as he heads outside to look for you.

Eddie unlocks the van, and you’re about to hop in, ready to ditch this shit show, when someone grabs your wrist. You turn around to find Steve. He offers your diary to you. The thought of snatching it away crosses your mind before you remind yourself that although Steve begged to come along to the party, this whole shitshow wasn’t his fault.

So, instead, you gingerly take it from him, tucking it tight under your arm as if someone might come to steal it again. Then it’s tense - despite the cool night air sprinkling goosebumps along your exposed skin, the air feels unbearably thick, and you find yourself harshly swallowing the lump in your throat. 

Steve is the one to break the silence. 

“You never told me.” Those four words made you scoff bitterly, not at him but at the entire situation. 

“You never asked,” is your retort. 

Steve casts his gaze down to the ground, nodding solemnly. It’s another few seconds before he opens his mouth again. “I always thought it was Munson.” His confession shocks you. Is that why he’d always been so cross with Eddie?

“Well, now you know.” It’s unbearable standing here, trying to talk through this shitty situation. With a breath, you say, “I should go, Steve. No point in me hanging around.”

Steve falters, reaching an arm out to stop you from moving. “You can’t just walk away. We should talk-”

“Talk about what, Steve?” You pull your arm away from his grasp, fully turning to face him. “About how awful of a person I am. About how I fell in love with my best friend, and he chose my sister?” As you speak, frustrated tears fill your eyes, and Steve feels his heart break a little more. “Did you ever…” You breathe deeply, steeling yourself. “Did you… have you ever felt anything for me…?”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, and had this been a different situation, you might have poked fun at him for looking like such a goofball. He finds it hard to meet your eyes, and though he never says a word, you already have your answer.

You scrunch your nose, blinking away the tears. You’ve already humiliated yourself enough tonight, and you won’t be adding crying to the list.

It’s then that you can hear music booming from inside the house - the rest of the partygoers continuing without a care, like some girl’s life didn’t just get flipped upside down and all around. You spot Nancy lingering near the entrance. She has this unreadable expression, but she’s not as angry as before. She looks sad, and that makes you feel even worse.

You tear your gaze away before looking at Steve, tears threatening to fall, and with a bittersweet smile, you say, “Tell Nancy I’m sorry for me, please. Goodbye, Steve.”

With those parting words, you quickly hop in Eddie’s van, and he knows to drive away without you even saying anything. You look out the rearview mirror to see Steve standing there, watching you leave.

Later that night, when you’re donning some of Eddie’s clothes, and he’s attempting to cheer you up, you pull out your diary one last time and write:

Dear (not so) secret diary,

Life is shit

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: eddie has never put much thought into who your dad is and why he’s never met him until one evening when he wishes he never knew || inspired by daughter of a cop - tv girl

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: hopper!reader, fluff, getting caught, tickling (think that needs a warning), hopper being overprotective, eddie being scared for his life, mike being a little shit as always

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2075

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thinking of writing a part 2 where hop talks to joyce like he did w/ mike. i have a lot of ideas for this story that i didn’t include so this might be a little mini series if you guys are interested feedback is golden & i’d love to hear you what you think! feel free to send a request, guidelines here!

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Three things set off Hopper’s dad alert when he got home.

First was the van parked in his driveway. Now, this wasn’t a big deal. His kids always had someone new around. After the fourth person, he stopped keeping track.

Second was the repeated calls of your name to see if you were home, followed by him walking through the house to your room. He was slightly surprised to see that your bedroom door closed. Not that the rule necessarily applied to you, but you always had your door ajar due to you constantly listening to music.

That led to the third thing that activated his protective papa bear instincts. Not only was the music louder than usual, but the metal banging playing inside your room was definitely not your music.

So, when adding each thing together, the outcome was not a good one.

He didn’t allow himself to think about what was going on behind the door before he barged in. What he found was neither what he expected nor wanted to see.

A little before

The two of you were introduced through the kids and instantly hit it off. After much pining from the both of you and unabashed flirting on Eddie’s part, a date came. Then another. Then another. Then another until you were spending most of your time, both free and at school, with the eccentric brunet.

You convinced Eddie to really try at his studies this semester. He kept mentioning how ‘86 was his year, but as you so kindly reminded him, it wouldn’t be his year if he didn’t do his work.

So, like a good friend, you offered to help him study. That resulted in an exaggerated groan from Eddie, who fell to the ground, acting as if he had died. Nevertheless, the brunet gave in, and the two of you made your merry way to your house in his van.

No one was home, and Eddie never paid much attention to why he hadn’t met your dad or how anytime he came over, no one was there. Truthfully, you were saving Eddie by not introducing the two just yet.

You mentioned before that your dad was a bit crazy, and of course, Eddie laughed you off, saying no one was crazier than him. Oh, how wrong he was.

Eddie was listening to you explain the chemistry homework with an apparent disinterest when he suddenly stood. You halted your talking, staring at him quizzically.

“You look so comfortable sitting there,” Eddie said, a smile surfacing on his face. You let out a confused chuckle, “Thanks...?”

He squinted, bending into a crouching position. You narrowed your eyes in realization.

“Eddie…” He slowly crept over to you, a wicked smile on his face. “Edward Munson, don’t you dare—” You squealed as the brunet stuck his tongue out before pouncing on you. His hands found their way to your sides, fingers dancing across your skin.

“E-Eddie!” You squirmed around, messing up your previously made bed as you attempted to free his torture.

Now, contrary to what others might think, Eddie is a sweetheart. A big softie. You have always thought positively of him until this very moment when you think he’s a bit of a monster.

Your uncontrollable fits of laughter turned into pleas. Though you admired Eddie’s agile fingers while they strummed on his guitar, they were now the cause of your despair.

“I’ll stop on one condition,” Eddie said, pausing so you could speak. You told him you would do anything if he stopped. He grinned devilishly, “I’ll stop if you say ‘Eddie Munson is the freakiest of all freaks’.”

You snickered, brows raising - this time not because he was tickling you but because you were amused. “Seriously?”

“No? Okay, then.” Before you had a chance to say anything, Eddie was back to his torture. That continued for a few more seconds until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, okay!” You squeezed out in between laughs. “Eddie M-Munson is the freak—” His fingers ran across your exposed ribcage, and you squirmed, attempting to get the rest of your words out in one go. “Freakiest of all freaks!”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You looked up to see Eddie grinning as he hovered over you. You weakly slapped at his arm, panting. “You’re a menace, Munson.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he stared down at you. “And you’re really pretty.”

Your face flushed. Not that Eddie hadn’t complimented you before, but you weren’t expecting it, especially after he had just finished torturing you only moments prior.

“So are you,” was your breathy reply. He really was.

A hand came into view, and you thought Eddie would tickle you again until it rested on your cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

You swore he could feel the warmth rushing to your previously flushed face and hear your heart beating out of your chest at his question.

Before you could give him an obvious answer of “yes”, your bedroom door flung open. You almost didn’t hear it over Eddie’s loud music playing from your cassette player.

You barely had time to react when you heard the words: Get. Off. My. Daughter.

Eddie was quick to hop off of you, stumbling over a fallen pillow in the process. Once you finished adjusting yourself, you turned to your dad, heart beating out of your chest - but not in the pleasant way Eddie had.

The brunet standing next to you looked equally terrified as Hopper stared you down. You reached for his hand to calm him. Hopper watched your movements like a hawk.

When he started speaking, he was eerily calm. That made you worry more. “Who are you, and why are you in my daughter’s room?”

Eddie glanced at you, and you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “We weren’t doing anything, Dad. He was just tickling-”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Okay, not much you could do there. It was Eddie’s turn.

“My name’s Eddie.” His hold on your hand tightened. “And like she said, we weren’t doing anything, you know?”

Hopper pinched the bridge of his nose as if to push off an impending headache. He breathed in sharply. “No, I don’t know, Eddie. And it didn’t seem like nothing when you’re in my daughter’s room, on top of her with her shirt pulled up.” He took a step closer, and Eddie backed up.

“So, you tell me, punk…” Hopper’s eyes widened as he poked Eddie in the chest. “Why the hell are you in my daughter’s room?”

“Um- I-” Eddie tried to form a response that wouldn’t further anger the man in front of him. He winced, his explanation more of a question than a statement. “We were studying…?”

Hopper turned around, his back facing you. Eddie sent you a wide-eyed gaze, mouthing something like: ‘this is your dad?!’ You could only shrug, offering him a sympathetic look. You leaned over and whispered, “I told you you wouldn’t want to meet him.”

You were so right about that, and despite the seriousness of the situation, Eddie couldn’t help laughing. It was short - a chortle or a snicker at most. Your eyes widened as Eddie slapped his free hand over his mouth.

Your dad cackled as he tapped his foot, hands on his hips. Just as you were about to call out to him, he turned around and lunged at Eddie, who let go of your hand to dodge his attack.

It was your turn to look shocked. You quickly recovered as Hopper tripped over the same pillow Eddie had when he lunged again.

“Eddie,” you called. “I think you should go. Like now.”

Eddie was already snatching up his lunchbox. If your dad was this worked up over simple tickling, he didn’t want to know what he would be like if he found out that Eddie dealt drugs.

“Great idea, Y/N! Already thinking of it!” As he turned to dash out of your room, Hopper got up and chased after him. He reminded you of an angry bear, which was something you’d laugh about after the fact. You followed after, hoping you wouldn’t have to take Eddie to the hospital after this.

Eddie ran outside, fumbling with his keys. He was too busy trying to run for his life that he hadn’t noticed the kids standing in his path.

An arm shot out, stopping Eddie from bumping into them. “Woah, man,” Mike said. “What the hell are you doing?”

El clung to Mike’s other arm, and you tried to tame the wild animal that was your dad from killing your boyfriend. Eddie planted his feet and pointed to the burly man charging at him like a bull.

“That! That’s what I’m doing, Wheeler. Running from that!”

Again, if this were a different situation, you would be laughing your ass off, but now wasn’t the time if you wanted Eddie to stay alive. And, you really wanted him to stay alive.

“Wait, what? Why is Hopper-” While Mike could be annoying as shit at times and pretty oblivious most of the time, he caught on surprisingly quick. He glanced at Eddie, then Hopper, then you - then back, and Mike knew what happened. A laugh escaped him, jolting his body, and El looked at him in confusion.

“You and Y/N,” he sputtered out more laughter, and honestly, it wasn’t that funny. “Oh, man, this is gold.”

“Yeah, yeah, Wheeler, laugh it up. Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie had dropped his keys from fumbling hands for the umpteenth time. He was visibly sweating, and you felt sorry for him.

“How long has this-”

Mike was cut short by a frustrated growl as Hopper struggled to rise from the ground after you knocked him over with a pillow. “I’ll call Joyce if you put one finger on him.”

That seemed to knock a little sense into the man. Keyword: a little. But it did give Eddie more time to sort out his predicament. An ecstatic “aha!” came from the brunet as he finally found the correct key and hopped into his van.

The engine roared to life and ironically got Hopper started again. He jumped to his feet, not even worrying about the dirt on his clothes, and ran towards the van.

Thankfully, he didn’t make it in time because what Eddie did once he knew he was safe was a little risky, even for him. As he pulled out of the driveway, he stuck his head out the window. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N’s dad! Maybe next time you won’t try to kill me! Bye!”

Now, this time you did laugh. Eddie was living up to that menace title. Hopper disrupted the small amount of peace when he turned to you with a livid look. He reminded you of a cartoon character - you were sure there was smoke billowing from his nose and ears.

“Inside, now!”

You rolled your eyes at him, letting the previous events settle in. When you didn’t move, he snapped his fingers. “Now, Y/N!”

“Fine!” You followed him inside, shutting the door to keep Mike’s nosy ears out of your conversation, not that it would help any. Before he could open his mouth, you quickly voiced your grievances.

“Dad, what the hell was that?”

Hopper turned to you with a wild look. The only time you had remotely seen him like that was when Mike was getting on his nerves with the amount of time he spent with El that one summer.

“Oh, ho, missy. You don’t get to say anything.”

“But, Dad,” you huffed frustratedly. “We weren’t doing anything.”

“No buts!” He stalked over to your door, yanking it open. “And from now on, keep the door open three inches!”

“I’m not a little kid.” Maybe not the best thing to say, but you were upset. He had misread the entire situation, scared away the first and only guy you were interested in, and was now trying to make you follow some bullshit rule that he gave El when she and Mike were sucking each other’s faces off.

“Okay, then. You’re right.” You nodded, satisfied until he opened his mouth again.

“Three feet! This door stays open three feet. How’s that for not being a little kid.”

Hopper left you standing in the hallway with your mouth agape and your eyebrows furrowed. Welp... That’s what you get for being a daughter of a cop.

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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bakugou katsuki x implied fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which the stupidest of stupidities is two oblivious people who think they’re not good enough for the other ||preview here

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, so. much. pining, no use of y/n, bakugou being affectionate in his own aggresive way, mineta (that should be warning enough), cursing - it’s bakugou, what did you expect?

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The falling of the rain on the roof mixed with the quiet chatter of the classroom. A wistful sigh left your mouth as you stared out the window, watching the droplets fall. It was a race, and while, at first, your rain droplet was in the lead, it was now moving slowly along the glass.

“I’m gonna win.”

You tilted your head towards the speaker, eyes still on the window. “Being fast doesn’t always guarantee victory. Ever heard the tale of the tortoise and the hare?” You added after hearing a quiet scoff and a mumble of ‘yeah, well, we’ll see.’

“Yes, we will,” you replied, laughing softly.

Not even five seconds later, your rain droplet caught up with its competitor, sliding down to the window pane (or, in this case, the finish line). You took your attention off the window, redirecting it to the blond sitting behind you, “Told you — slow and steady wins the race.”

“Tch.” He grunted, arms crossing over his chest. “I’ll get you next time.”

You couldn’t help the grin that surfaced as you turned to the front of the classroom, “I’ll be counting on it.”

The end of the day came quicker than anticipated. You weren’t sure how much time had passed since Mr. Aizawa reminded the class of an upcoming exam, but soon enough, the final bell rang, shaking you from your daze.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t happy about class ending. With the cold, rainy weather and your restlessness the night before, you were beyond tired and wanted some much-needed rest.

Just as you were about to leave, a business-course student approached you, wanting your opinion for a survey. They explained it was for a project they had procrastinated on, and as much as you would have liked to retreat to your room, you couldn’t help but empathize with them. After all, procrastination was no stranger to you.

You were thankful that the survey only took about ten minutes to complete. But when you looked outside the window and noticed the heavily-falling rain, you wanted to sink into the floor. You double-checked that you had your things and then remembered something as you were about to leave.

You had forgotten your umbrella. Of course, you did.

You went to bed late the night before, and in your body’s attempt to give you more rest, you’d almost slept through your alarm. In a rush, you didn’t check the weather like usual. And your classmates had already left to return to the dorms leaving you on your lonesome.

As you grumpily exited the building, you thought of how useful Yayorozu’s quirk was in such situations. Just to your luck, the downpour became even heavier as you rushed back to the dorms. At this point, you wished you could hide under a rock until your unluckiness disappeared.

The ground was slippery as you jogged to shelter, attempting to avoid falling and injuring yourself. By the time you’d returned, the rain had soaked through your clothes, and you felt an impending cold. Sniffles could be heard as you trudged to the elevators.

Your clothes clung to your skin, the wetness sending shivers throughout your tired body. You clutched onto your backpack, thankful it was waterproof, unlike the rest of your body. You’d hate it if your notes were ruined.

You must have been dozing off while waiting for the elevator to open because a thunk came to your forehead. Your eyes shot open, blearily taking in Bakugou standing before you, red eyes staring in what looked like discontent. You opened your mouth to speak when he shook his head, mumbling ‘idiot’ under his breath.

You didn’t reply, only looking at him. “Hey, dumbass, the hell are you staring at?” Your eyes widened in surprise as you quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed at him having to call you out.

“Sorry, Bakugou,” you said sheepishly. “I’m just tired.”

“And wet.”

Your mind went straight to the gutter, and you cursed yourself when the blond raised an eyebrow at your non-response response. The corner of Katsuki’s mouth twitched when he noticed your mild panicked expression. “‘m talking about your clothes, dummy. Don’t go thinking weird shit.”

“Sorry…” you mumbled. You looked down at your clothes, remembering why you were apologizing in the first place. “Right, thanks for pointing it out.”

For some reason, the air felt discomfiting. You weren’t sure why you felt so nervous as you stood beside the blond, wondering what was taking the elevator so long. 

Today couldn’t be more shitty. Not only had you forgotten your umbrella, leaving you soaked, but now you were standing next to the guy you embarrassed yourself in front of. 

(You’ve also harbored feelings for him the past few months, but that’s irrelevant. It’s not like it affected how you acted around him - only it did exactly that). 

You ignored him, staring in a weird daze that probably creeped him out. And then, you misinterpreted his simple observation into something dirty.

It felt like you were inconveniencing the blond. All Bakugou wanted was to get on the elevator, and there you were, staring at him in a daze. Now, he was boring holes into you, and you couldn’t wait to shower and overthink this entire interaction.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and out came Mineta and Kaminari, whispering to each other about something you were sure you didn’t want to know about. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn’t even noticed you and Bakugou waiting, resulting in them bumping into you two.

You didn’t have time to catch yourself as your still-slippery shoes slid against the floor, causing you to fall. Well, almost. You were already bracing yourself for the impact when you realized that, yes, you were against something firm, but the firm object was also warm.

You opened your squeezed-shut eyes, slowly blinking as you realized you hadn’t hit the floor, which would have been the cherry on top of the horrible afternoon you had so far. Instead, someone’s arm was keeping you steady. While you were initially grateful, it only took one second to recognize who the arm belonged to, and you were immensely embarrassed.

You jumped like a cat touching water. Wrong move. It seemed that you kept forgetting that you were wet, which included your shoes. You almost slipped again - no, correction: you did slip again, but you were also caught again. 

You weren’t sure what was more mortifying, the fact that you were acting like a klutz or the fact that Katsuki was holding you tight to his chest, preventing you from moving.

“Stop moving, dammit. You’re gonna fall or some shit.” Katsuki’s voice was gruff in your ear, and it was then that you realized how close you two were. Your initial reaction was to run away, but after your previous two attempts at simply moving your body, you didn’t think that was wise. 

Besides, being held by Katsuki was something both unexpected and highly appreciated.

His warm body was slowly removing the chill that had settled over yours. But when you registered his mouth so close to you, goosebumps speckled your skin. “You good to stand, or you gonna fall again?”

Your response was a nod because you did not trust your mouth to not further embarrass you. Katsuki’s arms left you, but not before he righted you on your feet, hands lingering on your waist to stabilize you.

He ducked his head, maintaining eye contact while he checked if you were okay with a quirk of his brow. You could feel the heat projecting from your cheeks, and you were relieved he wasn’t holding you as tightly as before.

His vermillion eyes pierced into yours, and you began to realize how rich their color was. You hadn’t noticed how entrancing they were when you suddenly heard the most obnoxious non-whispering.

“Oh my god, this is exactly like the movies, Kaminari. They’re totally gonna make out right now.”

The purple-headed pervert was too busy mumbling inappropriate comments to himself to see an angry blond finally stepping away from you and walking his way. “And we get front-row seats. I wonder if they’re gonna have sex-”

Before Mineta could finish this piercing, a hand smacked him on the head, leaving him wailing. Katsuki leaned down, practically squatting to reach the boy’s height. “Wanna say that pervy shit again, hah?!”

“B-Bakugou, let’s calm down, shall we?” A nervous Kaminari stuttered out. He froze when Katsuki’s harsh glare turned to him. “You know what, never mind. Go- go ahead.”

Katsuki redirected his angry and annoyed attention back to Mineta, who was quivering and shaking like he feared for his life. With the murderous look on the blond’s face, Mineta had every right to feel that way.

Before Katsuki could teach the class pervert a well-deserved lesson, a yell came from the opening elevator doors. In the time you and Katsuki waited for the elevator and were now, unfortunately, dealing with Kaminari and Mineta, more people had loaded onto the elevator and joined your little party.

Iida immediately took notice of the situation and intervened in his class-president fashion. “Bakugou, while I’m sure you believe enacting justice will rid Mineta here of his inappropriate actions, you mustn’t resort to such violence!”

Upon having an audience and a decreasing tolerance, Katsuki grunted, releasing his tight grip on the boy, who rushed to safety far away from the blond, who then rolled his eyes. 

“You say some weird shit like that again, and I’ll kill you. Got it, pipsqueak?!”

“Language!” Iida shouted, waving his arm around like he was directing traffic.

All the yelling and commotion was far too much on your tired and overworked body. You heaved a sigh as Iida reprimanded Katsuki and Mineta. Then Iida criticized himself as he was too loud. 

Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki had noticed your despair, prompting him to grab your hand and shove past the group.

Before Iida could voice his grievances about Katsuki’s apparent rudeness, the blond smashed the elevator’s button closed. You blinked slowly at all of the action that just took place. 

The elevator hadn’t even moved when you remembered that Katsuki was still holding your hand. As warmth dispersed throughout your body, you had one thought.

This is gonna be one long ride…

Your eyes were practically glued to the floor for the treacherously slow ride. You were acutely aware of Katsuki’s hand in yours, and it seemed your other bodily functions weren’t functioning.

You held your breath, afraid it would penetrate the little bubble the two of you were in. Your heartbeat quickened at an alarming rate, and if Bakugou couldn’t hear it, you were sure he could feel the warmth radiating off you.

You felt flushed from your head to your toes. You cursed your very being at the clammy sweat that had begun collecting on your palms because why, oh why, was your body reacting this way?

Your rhetorical question was answered with Katsuki’s burning gaze. If you felt the slightest heat emanating from your awkwardness, the way the blond was once again boring holes in you like you were a wannabe cheese grater made you feel on fire. And not in the empowering sense. 

“Oi,” he grumbled to get your attention. You still didn’t trust yourself, so you acknowledged him with a mere hum and a head tilt. Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted him rolling his, clearly discontent with your non-verbal answer.

Much to your delight, he didn’t air his grievances and got straight to the point. With a labored sigh, he grunted a statement you weren’t expecting.

“You’re hot.”

And that was when you died. Okay, you can admit that is a slight exaggeration. All that resulted when you tried to express how flabbergasted you were was a strangled squeak.

You certainly wished you were being strangled because maybe that would rid you of today’s perpetual mortification.

“If you’re careless, you’ll catch a fever.” Katsuki continued without a hitch as if he hadn’t witnessed your poor attempt at responding. Well, he is Bakugou Katsuki, so, of course, he noticed. Thankfully for you, he chose not to comment. Though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t catch his mouth twitching in a grin out of your periphery.

“R-Right!” There you go! Actual words like a human. Almost, at least. “I won’t be careless.” Okay, that was better.

The elevator dinged, and you could barely contain your relieved sigh. Finally! You were safe!

The dorm hall was empty, which you were grateful for because you could retreat to your room and replay every embarrassing aspect of today in your head without being interrupted.

You almost forgot you were holding Katsuki’s hand until you were tugged back as you went to exit the elevator. A startled ‘oh!’ escaped you as you prevented yourself from tripping again.

“Oi, dummy,” Katsuki’s gruff voice directed your attention to him. You blinked slowly with bated breath as you waited for him to continue. Of all the times your heart could be fluttering and doing intricate gymnastics, why was it now?

Oh, you know. It’s because of the way Katsuki looks down at you. There’s a look on his face that you can’t quite place. And he holds a wrinkle between his eyebrows, and you have half a mind to smooth it out with your fingers. 

Would that be an excuse to touch his face? Absolutely. No one has to know. Besides, he is way too handsome, pretty, and all the other adjectives that accurately describe how attractive he is.

“Take care of yourself.” Aw, sweet, but a little uncanny. “Or I’ll kill you.” Ah, that’s the Bakugou I know.

“No worries!” You smiled, pleased to form actual coherent words and sentences. Your eyes closed as you beamed up at him, but if they had been open, you would have caught sight of the endearing look on the blond’s face.

✸-✸

To your luck, the weather was pleasant in the morning. You were well rested from the night before, taking Katsuki’s words earnestly. The chirping birds awoke you, and, unlike yesterday, you took your time getting ready for the day.

As you walked, the smell of dewy rain reached your nose, and you couldn’t help laughing at the complete change in weather. Once you made it to class and settled, a low grumble captured your attention. Tilting your head backward, you acknowledged the blond.

“Don’t slack off in training today, idiot.”

His harsh warning only brought a grin to your face. “As long as you don’t slack off either.”

“Hah?!” Katsuki practically shouted. “I never slack off. That’s your ass!”

You couldn’t even contain your snicker at his outburst, “Sure, sure.”

As you bickered - well, it was mostly just Bakugou - your friends surveyed the scene with knowing eyes.

“They’re so oblivious,” Kaminari sighed, resting his cheek on his palm. He had watched the both of you skirting around your feelings for months at this point, and it drove him and the rest of your friends up the wall.

“Kacchan has always been stubborn with his feelings,” Midoriya added as he leaned against Kirishima’s desk. “Ever since we were kids. But I’m happy that Kacchan has someone who makes him smile!”

As if he had a sixth sense, Katsuki stopped bickering with you and turned his attention to the watching group. His gaze narrowed, “The fuck are you extras staring at?!”

Before anyone could bear the wrath of Bakugou Katsuki, Iida intervened. “Bakugou, that is no way to address your fellow classmates! Besides, it is far too early to raise your voice as you are doing! Please calm down!”

The blond rolled his eyes, “You’re doing the same, Glasses.”

Your quiet breath of laughter as Iida attempted to correct himself was heard by Katsuki, who met your gaze. The corner of his mouth upturned, and you had to stop your heart from doing somersaults and reign in the hoard of butterflies that threatened to be released. 

“Hey, Midoriya?” Kirishima asked, “Didn’t you say there was a fancy word for what they have?”

Midoriya racked his brain for a moment before nodding. “Well, the term could apply to anything. It’s not necessarily subject to one thing. Though I guess in their case, morosis could apply. In short, it’s defined as the stupidest of stupidities. I guess one might say that their obliviousness is morosis.”

“So basically, they’re just too dumb to see that they both like each other,” Kaminari affirmed, recalling how you and Katsuki looked at each other yesterday by the elevator. Sigh… if only he had someone that looked at him like that.

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#chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋 #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x gender neutral reader #bakugou x fem!reader

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐢. daughter of a cop - ❤︎ ↺ || fem hopper!reader

pt. 1 - eddie has never put much thought into who your dad is and why he’s never met him until one evening when he wishes he never knew || inspired by daughter of a cop - tv girl

pt. 2 - after the first accidental and absolutely horrid incident with your dad, eddie isn’t all too keen on the idea of meeting him officially. spoiler alert: he has every reason to be worried

𝐢𝐢. jealousy, jealousy - ☁️ ❤︎ ↺ || fem!reader + steddie

it’s one thing not having the person you want most by your side. but it’s even worse when you have to watch them move on with someone else, who is way too nice || inspired by jealousy, jealousy - olivia rodrigo

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 15 dozen roses - ☁️ ❤︎ || fem!reader || previous billy hargrove x reader

losing one person you loved was more than enough pain for a lifetime but losing another? you hoped it would never come to it. then again, the universe has a vendetta against you || inspired by yours - conan gray

𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐢. i spy with my little eye… - ❤︎ || fem!reader

you think your “tiny” crush on one d&d-playing, ring-wearing, poodle-rivaling brunet goes unnoticed until you’re confronted in a pizzeria of all places

𝐢𝐢. fights and... frolicking? - ☎️ ❤︎ ☁️ || fem henderson!reader

dustin’s been worried about his older sister because he hasn’t heard from her since she and their mom got into a fight. worried, he turns to his friend and is met with a surprising sight

𝐢𝐢𝐢. everyone adores you (at least i do) - ❤︎ || fem quiet!reader

eddie was an unapologetic loudmouth and maybe a bit of a freak. so it was a surprise to him and everyone else that a girl of very few words had rendered him speechless || inspired by everyone adores you (at least i do) - matt maltese

only want ya cause i can’t have ya - ☁️ || fem!reader

eddie is a sucker in every sense of the word. how stupid could he be to want someone he could never have? someone who was so much better off without him in their life? || inspired by johanna - suki waterhouse

unrequited love (& other clichés) - ☁️ ❤︎ || fem!reader

if he was truthful, eddie didn’t want to be friends with you. he wanted to be more, mean more to you. but that was just wishful thinking, right? || inspired by unrequited love (& other clichés) - breakup shoes

what was once - ☁️ ❤︎

eddie always thought this might happen but he pushed his doubts aside. now, they’re staring him right in the face, and he’s scared that he might lose you || inspired by what once was - her’s

you’re a rockstar, babe - ☾ || fem!reader

you’re a journalist, and your upcoming piece is about the battle of the bands. when a contestant with hair better than yours offers to show you an “amazing fucking time”, what do you say? you say yes, of course.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐢. jealousy, jealousy - ☁️ || fem!reader & steddie

it’s one thing not having the person you want most by your side. but it’s even worse when you have to watch them move on with someone else, who is way too nice || inspired by jealousy, jealousy - olivia rodrigo

𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐢. dancing’s not a crime - ☎️ ❤︎ || fem!reader

you can’t remember the last time you attended a school dance, and you get a little reminiscent when see the Snow Ball. but who’s to say you’re too old to have a dance?

𝐢𝐢. dear (not so) secret diary… - ☎️ ☁️ || fem wheeler!reader

you have a secret. that secret has been shared with only two people - your diary and your best friend, just not the one it’s about. but what happens when your secret isn’t so secret anymore?

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐢. 15 dozen roses - ☁️ ❤︎ || fem!reader || previous billy hargrove x reader

losing one person you loved was more than enough pain for a lifetime but losing another? you hoped it would never come to it. then again, the universe has a vendetta against you || inspired by yours - conan gray

#chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋 #stranger things masterlist #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson angst #steve harrington angst #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington fluff

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𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after the first accidental and absolutely horrid incident with your dad, eddie isn’t all too keen on the idea of meeting him officially. spoiler alert: he has every reason to be worried || part one

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: hopper!reader, fluff, tad bit of angst, ‘freak’ used derogatorily + affectionately, assumptions, hopper being this close 🤏 to having a heart attack, joyce being the best mom (besides steve), slight mean hopper bc he cares about his kids, mike again being a little shit, el being confused, jonathan needing to learn how to read the room & mentions of sex

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4596 (these are my blood, sweat, and tears - no actually, i think i got a paper cut)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the long awaited sequel of doac is here! also, you guys are absolutely insane. 2,000+ NOTES??!! thank you so much! i hope you all enjoy part 2 as much as you did the first. feedback is golden, so please let me know what you think. feel free to send me a request. guidelines here and check out my other eddie fics here!

stay tuned for bonus chapters & maybe a part 3???

“I don’t think I can go through this again... Once was enough, but twice? No, no, no.”

Hopper was strewn across the couch, arms over his head and legs splayed out. He slumped over like he was tired of carrying the world’s weight on his shoulders.

“Can’t do what, Hop?” Joyce questioned, replacing the clothes in the dryer with the clothes in the washing machine. “Let your kid grow up?”

“Grow- Hold on, you’re on her side?”

Joyce rolled her eyes, starting the dryer and bringing her laundry basket over to the table to fold the clothes. “There are no sides.”

“No, no, you are. You’re on her side.”

“Okay, fine. I’m on your teenage daughter’s side, who has done nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong-?” Hopper sat up, ignoring the instant head rush that followed. “Joyce, she had a boy in her room - a boy - and if I hadn’t gotten there when I did, who knows what would have happened? I swear, it’s Mike all over again.”

Joyce tossed a pair of mismatched socks on the table, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again. She loves the man, but he constantly pushes her buttons. “I mean, she is at that age. It was only a matter of time before she got curious and started exploring her sexual-”

“Joyce!” Hopper groaned, covering his face with his palms as though that would prevent his ears from hearing her words. “Why the hell would you say that? You know something I don’t?”

She shot him an annoyed look, not withholding her eye-rolling. Heaving a sigh, Joyce turned to her laundry, taking note to sew the hole in Will’s shirt.

“She’s almost an adult. Do you expect her not to know or be interested in those things?” She refrained from using the forbidden ‘S’ word to prevent Hopper freaking out. Again.

“No! What kind of question even is that? What? Do you expect Jonathan and Will to be doing those things?” He threw his hands in the air, returning Joyce’s annoyed look. 

“Will, no. Jonathan, yes. I mean, c’mon, Hopper, you saying you weren’t like that when you were their age?”

The man could only grumble. Joyce was right. While he was significantly older, he hadn’t refined much since his teenage days. The problem was that even though he was as wild and free as ever, that didn’t mean he wanted to imagine or see his kids doing the same. The thought was grossly unfathomable to him.

Joyce sighed as she cast a glance at Hopper. She could see his inner turmoil, and although his reaction was overly exaggerated, she offered him some solace. 

“Look, Y/N is a good girl. I’m sure nothing is or was going on. It’s likely just what she said - they were playing around. Kids do that, you know. If you can somehow pull your head out of your ass, you’ll see why she didn’t tell you about him.” As Joyce was speaking, Hopper opened his mouth to spew what she knew were more excuses. She held her hand up, effectively shutting his mouth. 

“You don't even know the boy. He’s sweet, and he seems to care about Y/N a lot. That should make you happy.”

It did. Hopper wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he was glad that the little punk treated his daughter well, even if the man thought the boy had other intentions.

Joyce snapped as an idea came to mind. She turned to Hopper with a coy grin, and he didn’t like where she was headed. “Dinner. We’ll have dinner. And if you decide you still don’t like it, fine. But you have to try at least.”

After a few contemplative minutes, Hopper begrudgingly resigned, sinking further into the couch. “Fine. Dinner it is.”

——

You don't think you’ve ever seen Eddie so skittish. His eyes were wide and alert, and he constantly looked over his shoulder so he would be prepared if your crazy dad came charging at him again.

“D-Dinner?” Eddie sputtered over his words. “You want me to go to dinner with you and your dad? Your dad tried to kill me!”

The nearby patrons of the cafeteria stopped talking after Eddie's outburst, turning their full attention to you two. You smiled sheepishly, waving a hand dismissively. You were granted a reprieve when someone yelled across the cafeteria, and all staring was redirected.

You sighed, turning back to Eddie. “Look, I know my dad was…”

“Crazy, insane, deranged? Murderous, maybe?”

You grinned at Eddie's interruption. While you felt bad, seeing him so frantic was adorable. You hid your amusement behind your hand, clearing your throat and trying to get back to the issue. “You’re right. He was a bit murderous, but if he got to know you, he would love you.”

Eddie sent you a skeptical look, and you adjusted your words. “Love might be a bit strong, but he would definitely like you. I’m sure. I like you, and I happen to have very great judgment.”

“That’s debatable.” Mike interrupted as he plopped down in the seat next to you. 

You rolled your eyes, “Funny. Don’t think I asked for your opinion.”

“No, what’s funny is how Hopper tried to kill Eddie.” The boy opened a can of Coke, and the sizzling annoyed you just as much as he did. “He was like, ‘I'm going to kill you for dating my daughter’.”

Mike’s impression of Hopper wasn’t that far off, but his levity of the situation deterred your endeavors of convincing Eddie to come to dinner. Eddie was back on alert, not that he’d ever stopped being overly cautious.

“Dating?” Gareth asked as he and the rest of the crew joined the party. To say that you wanted you and Eddie to be alone was understated. “Congrats, guys. I didn’t even know.”

“Thanks, man. Just let me know if you see a man about yea high with a murderous look in his eyes.”

“Context, please.”

“Can we just leave it alone? Yes, Eddie and I are dating. No, you will not get any context.” You quickly shut down the impending questions that would follow once you and Eddie started explaining. 

You don’t think Eddie was paying much attention to the conversation anyway. He resorted to virtually sitting in your seat, hoping you might save him if your dad came around. You wanted to reassure him by explaining that even though your dad was homicidal the first time they met, he wouldn’t actually kill him. But, as you thought about it, you honestly didn’t put a thing past your dad. It is Hopper you're talking about. 

You overheard Dustin asking how nobody caught on to you two dating because he caught on after the first few times you hung out together. You couldn’t help but agree silently. You and Eddie had not been subtle about liking each other at all. 

Pushing the conversation to the back of your mind, you rekindled the one with Eddie. “He said he’d give you a chance, and, believe it or not, my dad hardly goes back on his word.”

Those were the wrong choice of words, it seemed, with how Eddie finally stopped glancing at all the available exits for his escape plan and whipped his head around to look at you with widened eyes.

He was progressively looking like a deer in headlights the more he thought about being brutally murdered by the chief of police. “So, he was, like, serious? About, you know, killing me?”

“Eddie, he never said he was going to kill you.” He didn't exactly say the words, but his actions proved otherwise. You didn't voice those thoughts, though.

Sighing, you grabbed Eddie’s hand. “I really like you, and it would take so much more than my, like you said, deranged dad to change that. And you totally don’t have to go if you don’t want to, but I want my dad to see you the way I do.”

Your words seemed to do the trick. Eddie laughed, and his grin resulted in one of your own. “Could’ve just told me you were obsessed with me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away from you, “Shut it, Munson.” Pursing your lips to hide your smile, you squeezed his hand, “So... dinner?”

Eddie leaned his head back, hair sweeping behind his shoulders. He hummed before sitting up and wrapping an arm around you. “Dinner.” He held up a finger before you could thank him. “But only because I feel bad you’re terribly infatuated with me.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Aww, aren’t you guys cute?”

“Shut up, Mike,” both of you groaned, resulting in laughter from the group.

——

You think that inviting Eddie to dinner was a grave mistake. Hopper had been staring Eddie down the entire time, which made for an awkward conversation.

Just when you were about to ask your dad to stop terrorizing your boyfriend, he stabbed a fork in his mashed potatoes. “So, Munson, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

“Dad!” You groaned, sending him an annoyed look.

“What? It’s a simple question. It shouldn’t be too difficult for him to answer. Or maybe it is with all those extra years in school.” He grumbled the last words under his breath, and you were so close to giving him a big piece of your mind when Eddie replied.

“It’s fine, Y/N. And, uh, sir, I have no ‘intentions’ with your daughter. I just think she’s really cool, and she’s such an amazing person. So, yeah,” Eddie glanced over at you, offering a grin. “No intentions, but I really like her, sir.”

You took a sip of water, hoping the coolness would diminish the heat that swarmed your face at his compliments. Eddie was never one to shy away from telling you how he felt, but your heart skipped a beat or two faster with how he looked at you.

Eddie’s response was a good one, and there was nothing Hopper could say as much as he tried, so he only grumbled as he ate his potatoes.

The conversation went back to normal - talk about school, the new mall they were building, blah, blah, blah. Then it took a surprising turn.

Jonathan was pretty quiet during the entire span of dinner, scarfing down as much food as he could. You knew it was due to the hefty amount of purple palm tree delight Argyle left him with on his last visit.

That’s what led to him speaking. “Hey, Eddie…” Jonathan squinted as if he wasn’t sure Eddie was the one sitting in front of him. Eddie hummed, and Jonathan nodded, convinced that Eddie was indeed sitting in front of him.

“You still, uh, you still coming on the trip with us, man?”

Eddie’s head shot up so quickly you would think he got whiplash. His mouth opened and closed like a fish. You sent a wild look to Jonathan, waving your hands to get him to stop talking.

You hadn’t exactly meant for it to be a secret; you just never got around to telling your dad about it. And, in light of recent events, you decided it was best to wait until things blew over, but Jonathan seemed intent on ruining that plan.

Mike raised an eyebrow at your frantic movements, and you coughed, reaching for your water when Joyce sent you a concerned look. It seemed you weren’t transparent enough because Jonathan continued, despite your attempts at diffusing the situation. 

“This chicken is so good, Joyce,” was said as you picked at the piece to prove your point.

“You know,” Jonathan blinked slowly, mistaking Eddie's nonresponse as confusion. “To the Cali trip. I talked to my man, Argyle, and he can’t wait to meet you, you know, thinks you’re pretty rad.”

The silence that followed was loud, terribly so. Your fork was lifted halfway to your mouth with the chicken you suddenly didn’t have an appetite for anymore. 

Mike’s expression developed into shock and slight amusement, which pissed you off, but it wasn’t the time to reprimand him. Will’s widened eyes caught your gaze, sharing your mortification. Joyce looked like she might be close to laughing with how her lips rolled together. You wanted to be annoyed, but honestly, you can’t fault her. 

And El, not knowing why the table’s facial expressions ranged from mortified to humorous, tilted her head in confusion. Her brows furrowed, and you made a special note to start explaining things more. She was lost most of the time, and it’s your job as her big sister to direct her on the right path. That’s something you’ll worry about later, though.

Meanwhile, Eddie looked like he might shit a brick - a perfectly rectangular one. You’re sure you look the same. 

And Jonathan, the cause of the array of facial charades, was just as confused as El until it settled in. You wonder if some genetic thing makes the Byers form similar expressions. His face morphed into shock, like the rest of the crowd. The next he made was guilty, and you’re so glad he feels that way about the mess he created. His shaggy hair flipped around as he turned to you. You could barely understand the words he tried to mouth, but they were apropos of the situation, like ‘I’m so sorry.’ 

He should be.

A harsh clang of silverware on the table made everyone jump, removing them from their stupor. You don’t know how you or anyone else could have forgotten about Hopper. You slowly dragged your eyes over to your dad, and his expression exceeded all your expectations of what it would be. It’s comical and terrifying, and the way Eddie’s face paled, you think he might have actually shit that brick.

Hopper’s face was red, resembling the color of the salad bowl. Like the first unpleasant time he met Eddie, literal steam came from his ears and nose, nostrils flaring as he gripped the table.

You were trying to think of anything that could appease the situation. You screwed up. Majorly. Totally. Tragically. Your heart attempted to flee your chest cavity in hopes of escaping what appeared to be a perfectly disastrous situation.

“What. The. Hell?!” Hopper’s words came out in disgruntled anger, interrupting your meticulous planning, and you wished you hadn't tried to introduce the two. After all, you are the daughter of a cop, and this cop is notorious for taking things over the top.

“Dad, wait, I can explain-” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you thought of an actual explanation.

“Oh, you sure can, missy. Please tell me why you not only lied about who was going on the trip, but you were going to sneak off with him and do god knows what.”

You blubbered over your words as you twisted your fingers. You knew your dad had a temper, that much was evident when he tried to attack Eddie, but this was worse. You hated when he was mad, even more so when he directed it toward you.

“What, you have nothing to say? Go on, tell me! Tell me why my daughter has become someone completely different since meeting this freak!”

Any thought of not talking back in fear of making your dad angrier disappeared. You could handle him being mad at you - you didn’t like it, but it was tolerable. What you refused to tolerate was him treating Eddie like shit.

Standing up, you slammed your hands down on the table, rattling the silverware and the people at the table. You weren’t known for your outbursts so seeing you in this state was surprising to everyone, even your dad, who raised an eyebrow.

“You do not get to talk to him like that. God, Dad, you wanna know why I didn’t tell you? I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d do this - overreact.”

Hopper’s eyes widened, and he stood as well. “You think this is overreacting? Oh, trust me, you haven’t seen overreacting yet.”

“Don’t you hear yourself, Dad? You haven’t even given him a chance, and yet, somehow, your mind is all made up. Do you see the problem there?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see everyone itching to get away from the table, and honestly, you wished you could do the same. But instead, here you were, arguing with your dad about your boyfriend while said boyfriend was sitting next to you, looking petrified.

Hopper sighed frustratedly, dragging a hand down his reddened face. “No, Y/N, the problem is with him. I don’t want my daughter dating someone one step away from being his dad-”

Eddie stood up this time, and all eyes shot to him. He cleared his throat, “You know what, I think I’m gonna go. The food was great, Mrs. Byers, but I have a chemistry test tomorrow. And, well, I wanna pass, so yeah.”

“Ed-” You felt terrible. You wanted this dinner and practically forced him to come even though he was reluctant, and now he was leaving early because your dad couldn’t keep his so wrong opinions about Eddie to himself.

“It’s okay, really,” Eddie grinned at you, trying to show that he wasn’t affected as you were. He whispered the last words, “Hey, at least I know what it’s like dating the daughter of a cop.”

His reassurances did little to reassure you. So, when he left, and everyone at the table was trying to make it seem like they weren’t there, you turned to your dad. There was so much you wanted to say to him. You would have told him how much of a literal asshole he was.

But all you could say was, “You didn’t even try, Dad. You said you would.”

With that, you walked off, following after Eddie, hoping your dad hadn’t ruined your relationship with the one person you didn’t want to lose.

The front door slammed shut, and Hopper had half a mind to tell you to come back inside, but he kept it to himself. It was tense then, and Joyce, who needed to have a lengthy chat with Hopper, told the kids to give them some space.

They hurried away, mumbling, "I have to use the bathroom anyway," and "do you guys wanna play video games?"

Once the table was clear, Joyce turned to Hopper, awaiting an explanation. Hopper plopped down in his chair, covering his face with his hands as he groaned vehemently.

“Do you see what I mean? And she says that I’m overreacting.”

Joyce’s muted response prompted the angry man to remove his hands from his face and send her an inquisitive eyebrow raise. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“C’mon, Hop, do I really have to say anything?”

“So you agree? I mean, I can’t be the only way that sees a major problem with-”

“Jesus, Hopper, are you serious?” Joyce furrowed her eyebrows as she glared at the man sitting next to her. She had put up with his initial disinterest in Eddie because most dads are like that, but she was annoyed now with him actively being an asshole.

“Look, I get it, she’s your daughter, but you’re going to ruin your relationship with her if you continue acting like this.” Hopper opened his mouth to no doubt spout a series of excuses when Joyce held up a hand, signaling him to shut up. “Do you really want to know why Y/N didn’t tell you? She was scared, Hop. Scared of how you might react because she likes a boy you wouldn’t give a first chance. And she hid it because she didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“But, Joyce-”

“No buts, Hop. Eddie, who is very sweet, by the way, hasn’t done anything wrong. You’re letting your judgment get in the way and doing the same thing you did with El to Y/N, and you saw how that worked out. So, you tell me, what is your problem?”

Hopper didn’t answer the question everyone was asking, instead sulking in his seat like a petulant child. He pulled out a cigarette and didn’t even bother to light it, just letting it hang between his pouting lips.

Joyce shook her head, crossing her arms, “We can sit here all night until you fess up, or you can just pull your head out of your stubborn ass and tell me what’s going on.”

The man rubbed his forehead, sitting up in his chair and hanging his head low. He stared at the chip in the floorboards before heaving a dreary sigh. “She’s my girl, Joyce. She’s my little girl, and yeah, maybe I was overreacting-”

“You think?” Hopper didn’t even have the energy to roll his eyes.

“Just- look, I know that she’s getting older. They’re both getting older. But she’s my girl, Joyce, my little girl. What if she gets older and she-” Hopper choked on his words. “What if she gets older and forgets all about her old man?”

“Hop…” Joyce sighed. “Our kids - they’re gonna get older. We can’t change that. But if there’s one thing I know about Y/N," she ducked her head to meet his eyes. “She is never going to forget her dad... as long he stops acting like an asshole.”

Hopper chuckled, wiping a stray tear from his face, “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Give him a chance, Hopper. He makes her happy.”

“Okay,” he resigned. He lit his cigarette, furrowing his brows, “How come you’re always right? Is it like a woman’s intuition thing?”

“No, you’re just a moron most of the time.”

——

“So,” Eddie inquired as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, “Got a place in mind?”

After storming out the front door, you made your way to Eddie’s van, thankful it was still there. You thought he would be long gone after your dad practically bit his head off, but no. He had just started his vehicle and was contemplating if this time Hopper would actually kill him when the passenger side door flung open.

“Please don’t kill me!” The words were frenzied as Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and held his hands in front of him as if that would protect him from Hopper’s rage.

You grabbed his hands, laughing as you slid into the van. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“I don’t know. Anywhere with you is good.”

“M’kay, how about…” He hummed before taking a right turn to a lookout point. “Here?”

“Here’s good.”

For the first time, the air was awkward between you two. You didn’t like it, but you didn’t know what to say. What do you say to someone after your dad was an asshole to them during dinner and then proceeded to call them a freak more than once?

Eddie’s “so…” was said simultaneously with your “I’m so sorry.”

You made eye contact, and he let out a laugh you couldn’t help but copy. “Sorry,” he said after catching his breath, “you can go first.”

“My dad,” you started, looking away from him and instead focusing on the view outside. “My dad was an asshole to you, and I know that I can’t make up for that, but I am so sorry, Eddie. Believe me, if I knew he would act that way, I would have never pushed for dinner.”

“Y/N-”

You shook your head, forcing yourself to make eye contact so he could see your genuineness. “No, Eddie. He said some really hurtful things, and I’m really sorry. And, uh, I would totally understand if you, I don’t know, didn’t want to be with me anymore because, well, who wants to deal with a dad like mine.”

“Do you-” Eddie leaned forward, resting his arms on the steering wheel. “You don’t actually think I want that… right?”

You shrugged, toying with a stray thread on the hem of your shirt. “I would understand if you did.”

“Okay, let’s correct that, yeah? I definitely don’t want to break up. I wasn’t lying when I said all that to your dad.”

You stammered, trying to list all the possibilities why Eddie not wanting to be with you was reasonable. All of which included your dad. 

“I thought it was pretty hot, honestly.”

You raised an eyebrow, finally directing your gaze to him. He smiled sheepishly again, embarrassed. “Your dad is… he’s a work of art, but that has nothing to do with you. And I mean, the way you stood up to him - highly doubt anyone in their right mind would do that - I don’t know, it was interesting seeing you riled up over little ole me.”

“Pretty hot or interesting? Gotta pick, Munson.” You cracked a grin at the red tint that rose to his cheeks

“Hot,” he nodded, certain of his answer. “Definitely hot.”

Then the air was back to normal, and it felt good to breathe it in. You tutted and shook your head, “Who’s obsessed with who, now?”

“Oh, I’ve always been obsessed with you, sweetheart. You’re just in denial about being obsessed with me.”

You could only roll your eyes, turning to face the door so he wouldn’t see the smile on display. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the night settle over Hawkins until Eddie spoke.

“What about you?” You acknowledged his question with a hum. “You sure you still want to be with me? I mean, I know you’re completely infatuated with me." That made you chuckle. “And you’re also pretty close with your dad. Believe me, I don’t want to stop what we have, but I also don’t want to mess that up.”

“I don't want that either.” Eddie frowned slightly, and you realized how your words sounded, so you corrected them. “What I mean is, I don’t want us to end. My dad means a lot to me, and I love him, but I also love you. And I really don’t want to lose you. I meant what I said before. It would take so much more than my crazy dad to make me not want you. Screw this whole goddamn town. I could care less what they think.”

You finished your rant with a huff. You felt relieved, finally having said everything you’ve been holding in since this whole fiasco with your dad and Eddie began.

You don’t know what you were expecting Eddie’s expression to be after your winded rant, but you certainly weren’t expecting to be met with a budding grin. Raising your eyebrow, you questioned why he looked so amused.

“You love me, huh?” You were confused until it hit you. You accidentally told Eddie, of all people, that you were in love with him. 

You’re never going to live this one down.

“Shut up.”

Eddie dramatically splayed himself across your lap. He threw his arm over his head, fanning himself with his hand as if he was but a distressed maiden. 

The brunet opened one eye, keeping the other squeezed shut. He held his hand up to his ear, “I’m sorry. I don’t think I quite heard you the first time. Could you repeat that again?” You rolled your eyes, looking away from his simpering grin before you gave in and wore one yourself.

“I said I hated you.”

“I can’t believe that you, Y/N Hopper, love me, Eddie the freak Munson.”

“Yeah, well, unfortunately, you’re my freak.”

Eddie smiled up at you, and this time, you mimicked him. “I guess it’s time to tell you that I’m in love with the daughter of a cop.”

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𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝… 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠?

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requested by @omgyoufoundnemostufff : I was wondering if you could do an Eddie x Henderson!reader with prompts 3, 37 and 40, where the reader has an argument with her mom and she disappears and Dustin thinks it could be something really bad seeing as his older sister hasn’t turned up for school and hasn’t returned home in what must seem like weeks, he remembers the time Will disappeared and starts to get really worried about her, that's until he finds her at Eddie’s trailer and their secret relationship is out in the open.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: dustin’s been worried about his older sister because he hasn’t heard from her since she and their mom got into a fight. worried, he turns to his friend and is met with a surprising sight

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, tiny tiny angst, henderson!reader, secret relationships, fighting with parents, running away (not actually), dustin being slightly traumatized

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2783 (is it obvious that i am incapable of writing short stories?)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: as always, feedback is golden! feel free to send me a request, guidelines here and check out my other eddie fics here! p.s. for those who read daughter of a cop part 1 and part 2, what would you like to see for part 3?

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The day couldn’t have gone better for Dustin. When he woke up, the skies were clear, and the birds were singing. At school, he got back the Spanish quiz he had dreaded, and miraculously, he passed with flying colors. Then at lunch, the cafeteria ladies gave him two chocolate puddings instead of one, and the rest of the day went by absolutely swimmingly.

That was, of course, until he got home. He had plans to call Suzie as her dad finally ungrounded her for changing Dustin’s Spanish grade. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore with his dazzling A+ smack dab on the front of his paper.

Dustin had a pep in his step as he approached the front porch. All the world was in bright colors then he heard it - yelling.

Thinking something was afoot, he rushed into the house, tossing his backpack aside. Before he struck, he glanced around, looking for a weapon. The only thing in sight was the candlestick on the table near the front door. It wasn’t the best option, but something was better than nothing.

“Whoever’s in here, be prepared to face my wrath!”

Dustin ran into the living room with closed eyes and swinging arms. The yelling paused, and Dustin stopped, keeping his arms ready for an attack as he squinted one eye open.

Instead of a hostile force at work, it was just you and your mom. You raised an eyebrow at Dustin’s odd behavior, and your mom just pursed her lips, squinting her eyes at him.

“Dusty, sweetie,” your mom inquired as she tilted her head, “What are you doing?”

“You guys- I thought- wait, what?” He shook his head, now sharing both of your confused looks. “I heard yelling.”

“So, what, you thought a,” you glanced down at his ‘weapon’ discerningly, “candlestick would help you?“

Dustin looked at his weapon and realized you were right, but he would never admit that aloud, so he shrugged. “Better than nothing.”

“Right…”

“That’s beside the point. Why were you two yelling?” Dustin directed the attention back to you two, which reminded you of the previous discussion.

You wanted to tell him it was nothing, but your mom beat you to the punch and most certainly did not say that. “Your sister’s just being stubborn, Dusty.”

You groaned, planting your face in your hands. “I’m not being stubborn, Mom. I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.”

“What’s a big deal?” Dustin asked, and you, again, wanted nothing more for him to remove himself from the conversation. Both you and your mom ignored him.

“Oh, Y/N,” your mom frowned as she petted not-Mews. “Why won’t you just tell me who you’re dating?”

Your mouth fell open in shock as your widened eyes stared at her. Of all things she could have said around any person, she said those words around Dustin. You spared a look to your younger brother, and at first, he looked just as shocked as you at your mom’s choice of words. Note: at first.

You watched as his shocked expression slowly morphed into amusement and immense curiosity. Then he was grinning like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. “You’re dating someone?!”

You internally groaned, mentally facepalming, “No, Dustin, I am not dating anyone. Mom,” you said pointedly, “is just making assumptions.”

She tilted her head with a knowing look, “Well, that’s not what Joyce told me…”

“Joyce?!” You sputtered, “Why are you talking about my love life with Mrs. Byers?!” You couldn’t believe the words that kept spewing from her mom. When your mom said she wanted to talk, you certainly weren’t expecting this kind of talk, and certainly not with your little brother around.

“So you admit it?” Dustin’s wide eyes caught your gaze, and the second choice of words you regretted of the day was yours. “You are dating someone?”

“What? No!” You huffed, pinching the bridge of your nose as if that would make the pending conversation end. “It’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” Sometimes it felt like Dustin and your mom were always teaming up on you, and this was definitely one of those times.

You couldn’t believe that for one: your mom would even bring this up or talk about it with other people. You knew that the moms around here, especially you and your friends’ moms, were nosey and gossiped like they were getting paid, but you hadn’t expected this. And two: that your mom would talk about in front of Dustin, who endlessly teases you (as a younger sibling would) and who also didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.

All of that, coupled with the thought of everyone knowing that you were maybe dating someone and the general shittiness of your day - because, unlike your little brother, your day could not have gone worse - sent you over the teeny, tiny edge.

“Why do you always do this?” You tried to soothe the headache that had already made its presence known. “Can’t I get a tiny ounce of privacy? And I’m not saying that I am dating someone, but that’s none of your goddamn business.”

“Y/N!” Your mom scolded, and this time, she was disappointed, but you were already upset. You felt bad for cursing at her, but she knew how she felt about privacy, yet, she was always violating it.

“It’s true. I have had a really, excuse my language, shitty day, and I didn’t want to come home and have my mom and little brother harassing me about whether or not I’m dating someone. And then,” you paced back and forth, voice raising as you ranted, “I hear that you’re talking about it with other people, and it’s like, ‘what about respecting my privacy?’ ”

“And you know what? Even if I were dating someone, I would never freaking tell you because neither of you knows how to keep a secret or, again, respect my privacy and feelings! And, it’s so frustrating, and oh my god!”

You let out a sigh of relief after getting everything you’d been dying to say aloud off your chest. You stopped pacing, pressing your hands to your face to quell the warmth that arrived during your outburst.

When you turned around to face them, they both wore ‘O’-shaped expressions. It seemed neither of them had anything to say. Neither did you, so you took that as your cue to leave. Even though you were glad to have finally voiced your grievances, you felt equally embarrassed and guilty for yelling at them.

The front door slammed shut, announcing your very warranted departure. After you left, Dustin placed the candlestick on the coffee table and turned to your mom. “I think we made her mad.”

She nodded, “I think so too, Dusty.”

…

After the fight, Dustin was fine. Well, he felt guilty for making you upset and also because you felt like you couldn't tell him anything. But Dustin figured you would come back the next day. When he thought about it, you always went to a friend’s anytime you needed to blow off steam or get away from everything for a little while. And when he really thought about it, he had never met this secret friend of yours.

But then, a day passed, and another and another, and Dustin began thinking something was afoot. It wasn’t like you to go this long without checking in on him.

He would only admit this if someone held him hostage, which almost happened a time or two, but you were his best friend. You were the first friend he ever had. Even now, when you both had your own friends, you would always be each other’s best friend. Naturally, he was worried about you. You were also his older sister, so worrying was totally normal. At least, that’s what he told himself.

He didn’t bring it up to his friends because he was sure they would tell him you were fine, and yeah, he wanted to believe that, but at the same time, what if you weren’t? By the fifth day, he really began to worry. You hadn’t been to school, at least to his knowledge. You always came to torment him at lunch, and you wouldn’t just stop. You were his older sister, after all.

Dustin couldn’t stand it anymore, and even though he knew that their problems from the Upside Down and all the monsters and gooey shit were over and done, he needed to talk to someone. So, he went to the one person he knew wouldn’t think he was crazy.

…

Eddie was setting up the VHS while he watched for the popcorn to finish popping. He didn’t read the instructions the first time, so the burnt smell was still wafting through the trailer. Nothing open windows and a candle going wouldn’t fix.

Something was wrong with the TV because all he was getting was static. His brows furrowed, and he smacked the side of the TV in frustration. The static disappeared, and he grinned. “Hah! You thought you were going to get the best of me? I’m Eddie the Banished! No one can-”

In the middle of Eddie’s monologue, the trailer door flung open. He chuckled nervously, embarrassed to have been caught. Eddie ducked down to check that all the cords were in the right place and to hide his reddening face. “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t think you’d be back so quickly.”

“Sweetheart?” Dustin’s feet entered Eddie’s periphery, and Eddie jumped up so quickly that he whacked his head on the open cabinet above him.

“Henderson!” The brunet stared at the other brunet with widened eyes. He rubbed the sore spot on the top of his head as he leaned on the TV. “What are you doing here?”

Dustin raised his eyebrows at Eddie’s odd behavior. “Why did you call me sweetheart?”

“What?” Eddie pulled Dustin’s hat over his eyes, resulting in the boy swatting at him like a fly. “Don’t like your new nickname?”

“No. Definitely not in the mood for nicknames.” Dustin moved to sit down on the couch, tossing his bag on the floor. “We need to talk.”

“Make yourself at home,” Eddie mumbled before plopping down on the couch next to Dustin, “And what do we need to talk about, little sheep?” “I need to talk to you about Y/N.”

Eddie stared at Dustin for a few seconds in complete silence. Once he recovered from his shock, he swallowed the lump in his throat and cleared it. “You mean, Y/N, your sister, Y/N?”

Dustin rolled his eyes, “No, Eddie, I’m talking about the librarian.” Eddie breathed a sigh of relief, wiping away the imaginary sweat from his brow. “Of course, I’m talking about my sister.”

And just like that, the previous stress Eddie felt returned.

“Y/N? Why-” Eddie spotted your easily recognizable sweatshirt from Camp Know Where during the one summer you went to volunteer on the ground. He discreetly kicked it under the couch, hoping one: Dustin wouldn’t see it, and, two: the couch had no dust bunnies hiding underneath. He really didn’t want to be killed if he ruined your sweatshirt. “Why do you wanna talk about Y/N?”

Dustin didn’t see it and rested his head against the couch cushions instead. “I’ve been worried about her.” Eddie furrowed his brows, thinking that something was wrong. “She hasn’t been home for a few days, and I keep thinking something’s wrong.”

Oh, Eddie thought. Oh, indeed. Eddie hadn’t been expecting him to say that when Dustin said he wanted to talk about you.

Eddie really didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t exactly tell his young friend that while he had been worrying about his sister, his sister was hanging out with him.

As if the gods heard his cries for help - correction, they weren’t cries; they were screams - the trailer door opened for a second time.

You were juggling a few plastic bags and a pizza box. The box covered your face, making you enter the trailer blindly. That meant that you didn’t know that you weren't talking to Eddie only.

“Hey, sorry it took me so long. The pizza place gave me the wrong pizza. Who the hell eats olives with their pizza, anyway? That’s disgusting. Oh, and the store nearby didn’t have the right snacks, so I had to go to another one. Boy, am I so glad to be back.” You didn’t get a response, so you set the bags and pizza down on the table, “Eds?”

You turned around, and the shock of your life was sitting on the couch.

“Dusty?”

“Y/N?”

“What are you-” You both asked the question you were thinking simultaneously before firing accusatory looks at Eddie. Yours was because he didn’t warn you that Dustin was here, and Dustin’s was because Eddie didn’t tell him you were here.

Eddie held his hands up in defense, “I am not to blame here.”

Dustin stood up, now giving you an accusatory look. He looked so shocked that it might have been funny at a later time, but definitely not then. “Wait. I thought that a freaking Demodog ate you. And you’ve been what - frolicking with Eddie?”

“Dustin!” You buried your face in your hands, hoping that would make you disappear. Unfortunately, it did not. “We aren’t- we haven’t-”

Dustin covered his ears and shook his head, “You know what? I don’t even think I want to know.”

Eddie sunk into the couch. He wished that the floppy cushions would swallow him whole. Anything would be preferable to Dustin accusing him of “frolicking” with you. Not to say he was against the idea, but Dustin was your little brother and his friend, so the whole situation was overly mortifying.

“You’re so dramatic.” You rolled your eyes before you thought about what he said. “Wait, rewind, please. What the hell is a ‘demodog’?”

-

After much explaining and your general confusion about how all of the crazy things in Hawkins flew right under your nose and why Dustin never asked for your help, the three of you ate the pizza that had gone cold with Dustin’s probably exaggerated story-telling.

At first, it was a bit awkward. Dustin had caught you, his sister, and Eddie, his friend, red-handed. Correction: it wasn’t red-handed because if it were, neither you nor Eddie would be able to live it down, but it was equally embarrassing.

You and Dustin decided to head home together once the movie Eddie picked out was over, and you and the boys emptied the entire pizza box. The two of you drove home in silence, occasionally looking over at the other.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you took a left turn. “I didn’t mean to make you worry or anything. I just,” you sighed as you approached a stop sign. “Sometimes I want my privacy, and Mom doesn't always get that, which isn’t the greatest. But I shouldn’t have taken that out on you, and I should have checked in. So yeah, I’m sorry.”

Dustin nodded. “Thanks for apologizing, and I’m sorry too. If I had known it was Eddie, I would’ve understood why you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“I totally meant to talk to you about it, though. But at first, it was nothing, so I didn’t want to bring it up, and then it was something, and I guess I just wanted to keep it for myself, you know?”

“Right… but don’t you want to know how I feel?” Dustin asked. He was looking out the window, which meant you couldn’t get a read on his true feelings.

You hesitated before asking, “How do you feel?”

“I mean, to be honest,” he turned to you with a slight frown, “I kind of hate it.”

“Oh…” was all you said because what can you say when your little brother tells you that he hates you and his friend being in a relationship?

You made it to the house before you even realized it. And then, you really wished you had run away. You sighed, nodding your head. “If you don’t want us together, then that’s final because don’t let this get to your head, but you’re right most of the time and-”

“Y/N?” Dustin interrupted, to which you acknowledged with a hum. “I’m just kidding. If you’re happy, then so am I.”

You smiled at him and ruffled his hair as best you could with his cap still on. “I’m glad. I really like him, and he makes me pretty happy, so it would suck to break up.”

“Yeah, yeah. But I seriously don’t want to catch you guys frolicking again.”

“Dustin!”

-

i hope you enjoyed reading! let me know what you think! - chaos ♥️

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𝐢 𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you think your “tiny” crush on one d&d-playing, ring-wearing, poodle-rivaling brunet goes unnoticed until you’re confronted in a pizzeria of all places

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, cursing (possible overuse of ‘shit’), excessive and shameless but respectful staring lol, dustin being a good wingman (wingboy? idk), mike being a little shit, & mentions of weed

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3370

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: didn’t think i’d be joining the eddie munson band wagon but he and joseph quinn have stolen my heart & won’t give it back || i just finished vol. 2 … i am not okay 😀 i hope you enjoy & feedback is golden so let me know what you think! feel free to send me a request, guidelines here

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Eddie is different. And not because of his long hair with fluffy curls that could rival a poodle. Not because of his affinity for using his hands to make devil horns in that same poodle-rivaling hair. Not because he likes D&D, smokes weed, or does any of the other bullshit people find a reason to dislike.

Eddie is just different. But in the best way possible.

Like Steve, you had been roped in as mother hen number two, caring for the little troublemakers. It was comical how often they came looking to you for help when the other mother pawned them off on you, dubbing it “your weekend”.

It didn’t bother you. Like at all. In fact, you were more than comfortable with playing house. You would like to say that it’s because you have nothing else to do, but that is only partially true. There are a million and one other things you could be doing than waiting to catch a glimpse of Eddie “the freak” Munson.

And, yeah, maybe you are paying too much attention to someone who has hardly shown you interest; but life is short. Why not spend your time ogling?

You ogle discreetly - you never stare for longer than three seconds. Also, you always try your hardest to stay engaged in the ongoing conversation to not draw unwanted attention. While it may be a bit much, the plan is yours, and well, it works.

At least, it usually did. You blame the kids. The day had been chock-full of taking the little gremlins two towns over to get their sticky paws on the latest version of a video game, which resulted in your car breaking down. Then you had to get it towed and blah, blah, blah. Needless to say, your day had not exactly gone to plan.

Your day was a bit stressful, and who wants to feel stressed? Certainly not you. So, to feel better, you do what you have to. And it does its job. You decide to allow yourself more than three seconds to stare respectfully. What? You still have manners.

Staring at Eddie is like going to an art museum. You stare at the art because it captivates you, right? In your defense, Eddie Munson had captivated your attention on more than one occasion.

The thunking of the dice rolling on the table was followed by a collective groan. The frustration gave you the perfect opportunity to look back at Eddie. His head was tilted back in a hearty laugh as what he previously predicted came to bite the group in their asses. You wanted to feel bad for the kids, but he did warn them, so whatever happened was their fault. 

You were too busy window shopping to hear the repeated calls of your name. You pulled yourself out of your daydreaming, noticing Eddie staring at you. Wait... Not just staring at you. Eddie was staring at you, staring at him.

You quickly turned your gaze away from his brown eyes, praying to whatever higher power was out there he hadn’t seen you ogling him the entire time. Clearing your throat, you turned to Dustin, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Uhh, nothing.” The words came out way too fast, and you furrowed your eyebrows. Obviously, nothing meant there was something.

“Okay...” You felt your eyes drifting over to the brunet, poodle-rivaling D&D player. Before you could embarrass yourself any further, you stood up, the scraping of your chair against the floor directing all attention to you. Yeah, not really the effect you were going for.

“You guys hungry?” Simple. Effective. Mom hen-ish.

The group sang choruses of yes and omg, I’m starving. So, naturally, you were spared humiliation when you took a vote and landed on pizza. They were nearing the end of their campaign, and you knew they would be both hungry and tired afterward.

Just before you made it out the door, Mike called you back. You sighed, hoping he wasn’t trying to change the pizza order. What he said instead took you by surprise. “How are you gonna get there? I mean, your car is toast - like burnt toast. Like really burnt."

You narrowed your eyes, resisting the urge to roll them. Why did he feel the impending need to remind you of the hot shit you were already wading through? Michael Wheeler, everybody! The kid who gives no fucks!

“I can just get it,” Eddie suggested, leaning forward with elbows resting on the table. His hair was released from its ponytail - if it could even be considered one with its looseness. You found yourself staring a bit too long, directing your attention back to his face, where you discovered a cocked brow and tiny smirk tugging at his lips.

“Or!” Dustin shrugged, tilting his head back and forth. “You could just go together.” He sent a slightly sympathetic look to his older friend, “No offense, Eds, but you’re pretty shit at remembering things. Besides, who is gonna help you with all those boxes?” Dustin did an enthusiastic drum roll on the table, smiling, “Y/N! She’s pretty strong.”

-

You were trying to be strong; you really were. The ride into town was awkward, putting it mildly. You realized that it may have seemed rude to have your entire body facing the door and not to say a word, but being in a tight space, so close, you were trying your hardest not to stare.

Once the pizza place came into view, you quickly hopped out of the van as soon as he unlocked the doors. Your feet dragged you over to the entrance before you could stop them, and you felt bad when he reached over and held the door open for you.

You muttered a small thanks. Any more words, you would probably have exposed your silly little crush. 

It was mostly empty, and you took your time staring at the posters and writings on the walls, attempting to not stare at the one thing (or one person, to be exact) you should not be looking at.

But eventually, like they usually did, your eyes wandered over, and you found yourself staring at Eddie again. It was beginning to become a problem at this point. And that was further proven when he started talking.

“Hey, Paul, how ya doing? So we’ll get two...” Eddie squinted his eyes, tapping the counter with his fingers as if that would speed up the recollection process.

You snapped out of your stupor and stepped forward. “Hi, could you get us four pepperoni pizzas and one supreme?”

“Right.” Eddie clasped his hands together, nodding like he was the one who remembered, not you. “Four pepperonis and one supreme. Right, right, right.”

Paul jotted it down on his tiny notepad. Not looking up, he mumbled the price, and Eddie stopped you when you went to pull out your wallet.

Leaning on the counter with his elbows and hair sweeping over his shoulders, he flashed a grin at the boy. “Paul, my man, you remember that time you got some-” 

The brunet glanced at you, “substances... a.k.a. weed from me." Eddie coughed, whispering the words out. “And, you didn’t pay because your mom took away your allowance since you wouldn’t clean your room? Remember how I let it slide?”

Paul looked around the pizzeria nervously, hoping no one was listening. Once the coast was clear, he nodded, swallowing.

“Yeah, well, now is the time to pay. Soooo,” Eddie tapped his fingers on the counter as he straightened. “We’re gonna get these pizzas on the house, and you don’t have to worry ‘bout paying me back. Cool with you? Great! Go get ‘em, bud.” He patted Paul on the shoulder, sending him scurrying away to the back.

You watched the entire exchange with wide eyes. There was something so wildly attractive about Eddie taking charge, even if he couldn’t remember a simple pizza order. You thanked him quietly, again sure that if you said another word, it would be your inevitable downfall.

A silence settled over the two of you. Continuing to stare at the art on the walls and the work of art standing right next to you, you tried to recollect yourself. Though Eddie was probably a gift from whatever higher power was out there, your obsession was getting out of hand.

Sure, he might be nice to look at, but you weren’t some middle schooler who just figured out what crushes were and how exciting they could be. You were older and more rational and-

Before your affirmations could take off, a voice pulled you back to the present. You turned to see Eddie facing you. He chuckled softly, noticing that you weren’t paying attention to a word. You were stuck up in your head somewhere.

“Sorry, what?” You felt sheepish. Not only had you repeatedly stared at him like he was on display with you watching through the window to see if you wanted to try him on, but he had caught you doing so. Your zoning out and ignoring him was the cherry on the insurmountable pile of shit you were digging your way out of. If there was even a tiny chance in hell that Eddie was interested in you, it was now flushed down the drain for how rude you have been. 

“I said, do you wanna sit down? Probably be a while till Paulie boy is done, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to stand the entire time.” He shrugged, “Or, maybe you do. Who knows?”

“No, sitting sounds good.”

It wasn’t. The first couple of minutes were treacherously slow. Maybe your communication skills were terrible or maybe your eyes couldn’t stop staring at the tiles on the floor. Either way, the silent thing was not working, and you honestly felt so bad that Eddie had to put up with you.

Apparently, Eddie was as discontent with the awkward silence as you were. After humming and tapping his fingers on the table to a song oddly resembling Cherry Bomb by The Runaways, he leaned forward.

“Let’s play a game.”

A what? “Huh...” was your dumb reply. In your defense, you were still stuck on him knowing that song. Doesn’t he only listen to metal? At least, that’s what you heard during your stalking hours, which are anytime you two were in the same vicinity.

His laugh caught you off guard, but in a pleasant way. “God, you really are in your head a lot, aren’t you?” Warmth rushed to your face, and you suddenly felt like he had placed a spotlight directly on you.

“I- uh- I’m not-” You are so embarrassing. That thought was followed with a mental facepalm because what the hell were you saying.

“I’m sorry. That must be pretty annoying. What game did you have in mind?” Good, there you go. Normal speaking like a normal human.

Eddie watched you with interest, rolling his lips so the amusement begging to show would remain hidden. Ignoring the laughter bubbling in his throat, he made a circle with his hand and put it to his eye.

“Let’s play I Spy...”

You stared blankly for a few seconds, letting it marinate. Eddie was humming a song suspiciously similar to something you would have never guessed the brunet to be into. He also wanted to play a game. With a tilt of your head, you expressed your bamboozlement.

“What?”

“Oh, okay. You don’t know- Basically, the way the game works is someone finds something and-“

You held up a hand, halting his speaking as you chuckled. “I know what I Spy... is, Eddie. I just- You actually wanna play that? Or are you, I don’t know, just trying to fill the silence?”

He stared at you quizzically, and you figured you had said too much until he shook his head. 

“Nope, I wanna play. So, you in, daydreamer?”

“Sure.” Why not? What could possibly go wrong? 

And the game began. First, it was small things like something black and white. The floor tiles. Or something red. That one took Eddie a second because the two of you were in a pizza place where almost everything was red. But it was the jukebox collecting dust in the corner.

Then, things took a turn for the worst. Well, correction, they weren’t that bad (only slightly), but boy, did they take you by surprise. 

Eddie was next, and you were a bit nervous as he had given you surprisingly difficult, specific things to find. His brown eyes looked around the pizzeria before they landed on you, accompanied by a mischievous glint and a conspiratorial grin.

“I spy...” Eddie paused for dramatic effect, putting you on the edge of your seat, “with my little eye...”The brunet winked at you, and you mentally cursed whatever higher power created him. One simple gesture had you wishing you could stop window shopping, go into that metaphorical store, and take him home.

“A person.”

...

Is he serious?

“Wearing black.”

Is he talking about himself or...?

“Who is always stuck in their head.”

That’s oddly specific.

“And...” His grin morphed into a smirk as he squinted his eyes at you. You doubt he realized he was enunciating the purpose of the game. “Andddd is a little stalker.”

Can you guess who he’s talking about? Ding, ding, ding. You! We have a winner! Or maybe, this isn’t as much of a win, considering your crush (ahem, obsession) was just exposed.

“I can totally explain-” Could I, though? “I am so sorry.” That was partially true. You felt bad but who wouldn’t want to stare at Eddie Munson. “God, you must think I’m such a creep.”

Your worried rambling was cut short by the most angelic sound - Eddie’s laughing. You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. He was laughing at you. Laughing. You swear you have never felt as embarrassed in all your years.

“I think I’m just gonna go...”

Wait, how am I going to get home? Walk? Nah, too far. Hitchhike? Too dangerous. I’ve seen enough TV and newspapers warning against that to try it myself. I may be obsessive, but I’m not stupid. Wait, maybe I could-

Eddie covered his mouth, attempting to hide his laughter behind his hand. He shook his head, his face tinting red as he composed himself. “No, no. You’re- God-” He started laughing again. “You’re just, uh- it’s kinda cute, you know?”

Cute...?

He interrupted before you could ask what exactly that meant. “You probably think you’re pretty discreet, right?” Well, you did at first. But now, it was obvious that you had not been. “It’s just- it’s kinda obvious. Like the whole looking, then looking away, and the whole daydreaming thing.”

Oh. Were you really that obvious?

“C’mon, don’t be so embarrassed.” Eddie peeled your palms off your face. You looked up to see a wondrous sight. His face was reddened from all the laughing, and a wide grin had broken through the surface.

“Don’t be-” You pulled your hands away, pouting as you slumped in your seat. “Of course, I’m embarrassed, Eddie. You weren’t supposed to find out.”

This was torture.

“So, if I hadn’t called you out on it, you would keep doing it?” He caught you there.

“Well- um...” There was no way for redemption, so you shut your mouth. It was bad enough that he’d caught you, and you definitely didn’t want to make the situation even worse because your mouth wouldn’t stop moving.

Eddie watched your internal battle with an overly amused interest. Had the situation been different, you probably would have given him a piece of your mind. Instead, you sat in your seat, brows furrowed and lip jutting out as you tried to alleviate the sticky mess you found yourself in. 

“Look, Eddie, I’m sorry, really.” You took in a breath, “I completely understand why you might be creeped out and-”

“Hold on, wait.”

You stopped talking, finally turning to look at him. And, no, not like that. You were too embarrassed to enjoy the view. 

“You don’t think I’m actually mad, do you?" Your silence elicited an incredulous look from the brunet. “Do you?” A halfhearted shrug was your reply.

Sensing your embarrassment, Eddie stifled his laughing for real this time, ducking his head to look at you. All your previous thoughts about not being a crush-obsessed middle schooler were flushed down the clogged drain of your problems. It was silly, but you wanted to cry at how embarrassed and, quite frankly, mortified you felt. 

“Hey... you know I’m just messing around, right?” He scoffed, “Hell, I’m an attention whore so all your staring is going straight to my big ego. Do you realize that?”

A soft chuckle and a shake of your head made Eddie smile. “No, really. I’ve just been soaking it up. I’m a real glutton for praise, but hey, maybe next time, you should ask me out before undressing me with your eyes.”

You gawked at him, finally meeting his gaze. While you weren’t expecting him to be okay with it, it was an even bigger shock for him to say that.

It seemed that the gods or whoever was out there decided to end your misery. Or, they were sick and tired of you embarrassing yourself. Either way, Paul set the pizzas on the counter, calling the two of you over. 

“Oh, would you look at that? Our pizzas are done. I’m gonna go get them...” You mumbled out the last couple of words as you hurried to the counter like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Eddie watched in astonishment and amusement as you somehow bundled up all five pizza boxes in your arms, kicking the door open with your foot.

Dustin wasn’t kidding about you being pretty strong. Not that five pizza boxes are a whole lot. But still, Eddie was impressed.

He turned to Paul, who was wearing a similar look. “She’s pretty cool, huh?”

Paul could only nod, rubbing the back of his neck. Before the boy went to answer the ringing phone, he muttered and shook his head, “They make an odd couple.”

-

The two of you made it back, Eddie carrying most of the boxes (which he said was part of him making up for the immense teasing). You weren’t as discreet with your staring now. Why would you be? The cat was out of the bag, and you had a pending date with the person who opened it.

Dustin, who sported a shit-eating grin, remarked how Eddie could drive you around until your car was fixed. You realized that the little shit had orchestrated the whole thing. Not the car breaking down, but you and Eddie going together. You weren’t complaining, though.

A week or so later and the date came. When Eddie picked you up, you asked if you could play some music. In the glovebox where he kept all his cassettes and CDs was a mixtape with a song you knew all too well.

If you couldn’t guess, it was Cherry Bomb by the Runaways. Yeah, you aren’t letting that one go anytime soon.

#this is my year for new characters #chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader

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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which the stupidest of stupidities is two oblivious people who think they’re not good enough for the other

fic here

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sadly, i couldn’t put this out on blasty boy’s birthday. i really tried but graduation is coming, which means final grades are due soon. so, i had prioritize academics over my favorite feral boy. (sorry bakugou) anyhow, here’s a little preview of morosis. i've had this sitting in my drafts for quite a while, but i decided now was a great time to finish it. hope you all enjoy this little snippet! i’m hoping to get this out in the next day or so, but it will for sure be posted this week! currently taking requests, check here for details! click here for my writing!

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The ground was slippery as you jogged to shelter, attempting to avoid falling and injuring yourself. By the time you’d returned, the rain had soaked through your clothes, and you felt an impending cold. Sniffles could be heard as you trudged to the elevators.

You clutched onto your backpack, thankful that it was waterproof unlike the rest of your body. You’d hate it if your notes were ruined.

You must have been dozing off while waiting for the elevator to open because a thunk came to your forehead. Your eyes shot open, blearily taking in Katsuki standing before you, red eyes staring in what looked like discontent. You opened your mouth to speak when he shook his head, mumbling “idiot” under his breath.

You didn’t reply, only looking at him. “Hey, dumbass, the hell are you staring at?” Your eyes widened in surprise as you quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed at him having to call you out.

“Sorry, Bakugou,” you said sheepishly. “I’m just tired.”

“And wet.”

Your mind went straight to the gutter, and you cursed yourself when the blond raised an eyebrow at your non-response response. The corner of Katsuki’s mouth twitched slightly when he noticed your mild panicked expression. “‘m talking about your clothes, dummy. Don’t go thinking weird shit.”

“Sorry…” you mumbled, suddenly remembering why you were apologizing in the first place. You looked down at your clothes. “Right, thanks for pointing it out.”

For some reason, the air felt awkward. You weren’t sure why you felt so nervous as you stood next to him, wondering what was taking the elevator so long.

Today couldn’t be more shitty. Not only had you forgotten your umbrella, leaving you soaked, but now you were standing next to the guy you just embarrassed yourself in front of (you'd been also harboring feelings for him the past few months, but that’s irrelevant). First, you ignored him. Second, you stared at him in a weird daze that probably creeped him out. And third, you misinterpreted his simple observation into something dirty.

It felt like you were inconveniencing the blond. All Katsuki wanted was to get on the elevator, and there you were, staring at him in a daze. Now, he was boring holes into you, and you couldn’t wait to shower and overthink this entire interaction.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and out came Mineta and Kaminari, whispering to each other about something you were sure you didn’t want to know about. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn’t even noticed you and Bakugou waiting, resulting in them bumping into you two.

You didn’t have time to catch yourself as your still-slippery shoes slid against the floor, causing you to fall. Well, almost. You were already bracing yourself for the impact when you realized that, yes, you were against something firm, but the firm object was also warm.

You opened your squeezed-shut eyes, slowly blinking as you realized you hadn’t hit the floor, which would have been the cherry on top of the horrible afternoon you had so far. Instead, someone’s arm was keeping you steady. While you were initially grateful, it only took one second to recognize who the arm belonged to, and you were immensely embarrassed.

You jumped like a cat touching water. Wrong move. It seemed that you kept forgetting that you were wet, which included your shoes. You almost slipped again - no, correction: you did slip again, but you were also caught again. You weren’t sure what was more mortifying, the fact that you were acting like a klutz or the fact that Katsuki was holding you tight to his chest, preventing you from moving.

“Stop moving, dammit. You’re gonna fall or some shit.” Katsuki’s voice was gruff in your ear, and it was then that you realized how close you two were. Your initial reaction was to run away, but after your previous two attempts at simply moving your body, you didn’t think that was wise. Besides, being held by Katsuki was something both unexpected and highly appreciated.

His warm body was slowly removing the chill that had settled over yours. But when you registered his mouth so close to you, goosebumps speckled your skin. “You good to stand, or you gonna fall again?”

Your response was a nod because you truly did not trust your mouth to not further embarrass you. Katsuki’s arms left you, but not before he righted you on your feet, hands lingering on your waist to stabilize you.

You two held eye contact as he ducked his head to ensure that you were actually alright with a quirk of his brow. You could feel the heat emanating from your cheeks, and you were so glad that he wasn’t holding you so close to him as he was before.

His vermillion eyes pierced into yours, and you began to realize just how rich their color was. You hadn’t noticed how entrancing they were until you heard the most obnoxious non-whispering.

“Oh my god, this is exactly like the movies, Kaminari. They’re totally gonna make out right now.”

The purple-headed pervert was too busy mumbling inappropriate comments to himself to see an angry blond finally stepping away from you and walking his way. “And we get front-row seats. I wonder if they’re gonna have sex-”

Before Mineta could finish this piercing, a hand smacked him on the head, leaving him wailing. Katsuki leaned down, practically squatting to reach the boy’s height. “Wanna say that pervy shit again, hah?!”

“B-Bakugou, let’s calm down, shall we?” A nervous Kaminari stuttered out. He froze when Katsuki’s harsh glare turned to him. “You know what, never mind. Go- go ahead.”

Katsuki redirected his angry and annoyed attention back to Mineta, who was quivering and shaking like he feared for his life. With the murderous look on the blond’s face, Mineta had every right to feel that way.

Before Katsuki could teach the class pervert a well-deserved lesson, a yell came from the opening elevator doors. In the time you and Katsuki waited for the elevator and were now, unfortunately, dealing with Kaminari and Mineta, more people had loaded onto the elevator and joined your little party.

Iida immediately took notice of the situation and intervened in his class-president fashion. “Bakugou, while I’m sure you believe enacting justice will rid Mineta here of his inappropriate actions, you mustn’t resort to such violence!”

Upon having an audience and a decreasing tolerance, Katsuki grunted, releasing his tight grip on the boy, who rushed to safety far away from the blonde, who then rolled his eyes.

“You say some weird shit like that again, and I’ll kill you. Got it, pipsqueak?!”

“Language!” Iida shouted, waving his arm around like he was directing traffic.

All the yelling and commotion was far too much on your tired and overworked body. You heaved a sigh as Iida reprimanded Katsuki and Mineta, then himself as he was too loud. Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki had noticed your despair, prompting him to grab your hand and shove past the group.

Before Iida could voice his grievances about Katsuki’s apparent rudeness, the blond smashed the elevator’s button closed. You blinked slowly at all of the action that just took place.

The elevator hadn’t even moved when you remembered that Katsuki was still holding your hand. As warmth dispersed throughout your body, you had one thought.

This is gonna be one long ride…

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#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo fanfiction #chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋 #chaos.wips 🖋 #bakugo x fem!reader #bakugou katuski x reader

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: winter soldier!bucky x asset!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 213 (probably the shortest thing i’ve ever written)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: anon requested this & as soon as i saw it, i had this little idea

i’ll definitely be expanding more on this concept because the dynamic is so much fun to write

“Quit following me,” Bucky hisses, leering over you, his right arm caging you up against the brick wall of the alleyway. His steely eyes appear more black than blue in the dim lighting, narrowed and staring down at you harshly with a clenched jaw. He’s that much more irate when he catches the smug grin plastered on your face.

“So, you’re pissed because you can’t keep me off your trail?” You ask with a condescending raise of a brow. “Tell me something, Mr. Winter Soldier…” You pause, making direct eye contact, “Are all those decades you have on your roster affecting you? Because, my good god, you are so easy to catch.”

“You little-”

He’s interrupted by you making a swift duck under his arm. He moves to grab at you but is left grasping air as you scurry away, safe by just a centimeter.

“Too slow. Maybe you’ll catch me one of these days. Hopefully before you croak of old age.” You enter the light of the street, leaving him in the dark. “I’ll see you around, grandpa.”

The last bit is said as with a taunting little wave and the cockiest fucking grin Bucky’s ever encountered before you’re turning around and continuing your afternoon jog.

One day, he’s going to kill you.

check out my other writing here!

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier!bucky x asset!reader #bucky fic #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #chaos.writes 🖋 #chaos-is-beautifvl

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𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

“you’re jealous of me?!” steve sputters out, jaw going slack as he stares at you with wide eyes.

“of course, i am!” you huff in frustration, running your hands down your face. “you’re fucking amazing!”

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader; eddie munson x steve harrington; possible! steve harrington x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have a best friend, and your life is going so well. or, it was. now you have to deal with not one but two boys with hair that could rival the other’s

or in which you might love your best friend, eddie, more than a best friend should. now you can’t help feeling awful whenever you see him with steve, who you are oh, so envious of. it’s safe to say that comparison is killing you slowly

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: hi there! i originally planned for this to be a one-shot but as i continued writing, i realized just how much i was writing and thought it’d be better and more fun to turn it into a mini series. this has been sitting in my drafts since november (lol) so i'm really excited to share this with you all! p.s. requests are: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 | 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 || guidelines here p.s.s. check out my other eddie fics here and here! buy me a coffee ☕️!

part 1: who’s the new guy? || preview here

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie x steve x reader #chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋

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𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

hi, you all! first off, THANK YOU SO MUCH! it means the world to me that you enjoyed part one, and it’s so insane because 1,700+ NOTES??!! i love you all, and as a token of my gratitude, i’ve decided to give you guys a little snippet of part 2. for those of you who haven’t read part one, click here! also, i’m not really sure when i’ll be able to post part 2 as i’m back at school and shit’s crazy because it’s my senior year and blah, blah, blah. i’m sure you guys don’t wanna hear about that, but i think i’ll be able to get it out before the end of the month. wish me luck, though!

part two here!

preview:

The silence is loud, terribly so. Your fork is lifted halfway to your mouth with the food you suddenly don’t have the appetite for anymore.

Mike’s face develops into one of shock and then slight amusement, which pisses you off, but now isn’t the time to reprimand him. Will’s widened eyes catch your gaze, sharing your same sense of mortification. Joyce looks like she might be close to laughing with how her lips roll together, and you really can’t fault her.

And El, not knowing why everyone’s facial expressions range from mortified to humorous, tilts her head in confusion. Her brows furrow, and you make a special note to start explaining things more. She’s lost most of the time, and it’s your job as her big sister to direct her on the right path. But that’s something you’ll worry about later.

Meanwhile, Eddie looks like he might shit a brick - a perfectly rectangular one. You’re sure you look the same.

And Jonathan, the cause of the array of facial charades, is just as confused as El until it settles in. You wonder if some genetic thing makes the Byers form similar expressions. His face morphs into shock and then mortification, like the rest of the crowd. The last one he makes is guilty, and you’re so glad he feels that way about the mess he created. His shaggy hair flips around as he turns to you. You can barely understand the words he’s trying to mouth, but it’s something apropos to the situation, like ‘I’m so sorry.’ He should be.

A harsh clang of silverware on the table makes everyone jump, removing themselves from their stupor. You don’t know how you or anyone else could have forgotten about Hopper. You slowly drag your eyes over to your dad.

Now, his expression has exceeded all your expectations of what it would be. It’s comical and terrifying, and the way Eddie’s face pales, you think he might have actually shit that brick.

Hopper’s face is red, resembling the color of the salad bowl. Like the first unpleasant time he met Eddie, literal steam is coming from his ears and nose, nostrils flaring as he grips the edges of the table.

You’re trying to think of anything that could appease the situation. You screwed up. Majorly. Ultimately. Tragically. Your heart is attempting to flee your chest cavity in hopes of escaping what appears to be a perfectly disastrous situation.

“What. The. Hell?!” Hopper’s words come out in disgruntled anger, interrupting your meticulous planning, and now you’re wishing you never tried properly introducing the two. After all, you are the daughter of a cop, and this cop is notorious for taking things over the top.

i hope you all enjoyed this little preview! if you would like to be tagged when i post part 2, please let me know. again, thank you all so much for your support! while you wait, feel free to send me a request! guidelines are here!

#chaos.writes 🖋 #chaos.wips 🖋 #daughter of a cop #daughter of a cop pt.2 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie munson fanfic

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𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you can’t remember the last time you attended a school dance, and you get a little reminiscent when seeing the snow ball. but who’s to say you’re too old to have a dance? || the song in the fic is faithfully - journey

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff (they’re in love, your honor), special appearance: eddie, the kids being wingmen/wingwomen (wing boys/wing girls), flustered!steve + slick!steve

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~2.1k (2082)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: requested by @stinkyraccoon12 || this is my first time writing for steve so i hope i did this request and his character justice! happy reading! p.s. check out my writing here and my other steve story: dear (not so) secret diary… here p.s.s. if you’d like to support me, buy me a coffee ☕️!

When you begrudgingly agreed to be a chauffeur for the big Snow Ball, you hadn’t expected that your night would end with you slow dancing with the one guy you never thought would give you a second glance.

A few hours prior

You were relaxing on your couch, feet hanging over the side and head cushioned with a pillow. Eddie was mumbling to himself on the other end. Amid your relaxation, he had come over, claiming he needed a change in scenery to finish planning the next D&D campaign. But you think he just wanted to mooch off your snacks.

You couldn’t complain much, though. Eddie’s endless talking and shuffling were the correct stimuli to help you fall asleep. Or, well, you almost fell asleep.

Before a singular snore could escape your mouth, a loud banging came to your front door. You practically tumbled off the couch as you shot up. Shooting a wild look at Eddie, he only shrugged, shoveling a handful of cereal into his mouth.

Once you gathered your bearings, you dragged yourself to the door. You swung it open to see Max with one hand raised like she was about to start knocking again. Your eyes narrowed, “Max, dear little Max. Please explain why - and an emphasis on the ‘why’ - you’re trying to break my door down this late at night?”

The girl rolled her eyes, which made one of yours twitch. The audacity of these kids. “Do you remember what today is?”

Furrowing your brows, you said slowly, “Fri…day?”

Max huffed, clasping her hands like a patient teacher on their last straw, “No, not the day of the week. What’s today?”

Her response left you blinking, struggling to understand what she meant. When you voiced your confusion, you thought she would murder you with the look she gave. “Hint: Snow.”

“Snow- Oh! The Snow Ball!” You exclaimed, glad your sleepy brain was starting to function. Your enthusiasm did not match Max’s or her lack of it. “Yes, the Snow Ball. And do you remember what you promised?”

You racked your brain for a second before looking up, mortified. Your “no!” was simultaneous with Max’s “yes!”

“You promised, Y/N!” Max all but whined, and you suddenly remembered you were dealing with a kid. 

You pressed your hands to your face, “I’m terribly sorry, but I certainly didn’t mean it when I said I’d drive you around and be a chaperone. It was a joke.”

“But what about that thing I did for you?” Max grinned, raising an eyebrow. “You know, the whole setting you up with Steve?”

You hissed her name, glaring at her. Her grin was triumphant, and if you could, you would sink into the floor and never return to the surface again. Why she brought that up, you didn’t know until a laugh of surprise sounded behind you.

Shit!

You slowly turned around to see Eddie with the most bewildered expression. He looked utterly shocked, but when he made eye contact with you, he grinned like Max. 

God, why am I always put in these situations?

“Steve?” Eddie sputtered out. “Steve, as in Steve Harrington? As in Steve “the hair” Harrington?” 

Before you could stop his slew of questions, Max confirmed them. Eddie chuckled with a shake of his head, “So that’s what you’ve been hiding from me? You’ve got a crush on little ole Steve?”

“Max, you did not set me up with Steve. And most importantly, screw you, Eddie.” You frowned, eyebrows pinching together as you sought a way to escape your two predicaments. One being attending the Snow Ball with Max, and the other being Eddie finding out you have a crush on Steve. You definitely weren’t going to live the latter down anytime soon or ever knowing Eddie.

Eddie shook his head again, a breath of laughter escaping, “Don’t think I’m the one you want to screw.”

You were one millisecond short of attacking the brunet when Max spoke. “Anyway, where’s your closet? You can’t wear that to the dance.” You couldn’t even process her words before she was waltzing through your house like it was her own.

“Max! I didn’t even say yes-!”

You’re sure you’ll have permanent frown lines from your sulking by the end of tonight. Max had a surprisingly good fashion sense, not that it was difficult to put together something dance-worthy. You almost got out of your first predicament when you pointed out that your car was in the shop for repairs, but the ginger was quick to gesture to Eddie, whose van, albeit with issues of its own, was perfectly okay to drive.

So, there the trio of you were, in Eddie’s van, traveling to the Snow Ball. You sat in the passenger seat, watching the passing scenery. You couldn’t believe you let them rope you into this, but what choice did you have?

Now, this is not to be confused with you having the worst time of your life. When Max initially proposed the idea, you had no problem with it. But the more you pondered, you realized your last school dance was years ago, and you only went to get pictures for the school newsletter. 

While you’re not so inclined to such social events, it would have been nice to go, or at the very least have someone to go with who wasn’t your friend. You love your friends, but it’s nothing like having someone genuinely interested in you in a non-platonic way.

The three of you arrived at the school quicker than you realized, and you began dreading getting out of the van. You played it off like it was too cold outside, but you were nervous.

Alas, much to the annoying persuasions of Max and Eddie, you found yourself exiting the vehicle. Eddie spotted one of his friends dropping their little brother off, so he stepped away to speak, and Max ran up to El, both gushing over each other’s outfits, leaving you on your lonesome.

You breathed shakily, the cold air making your nervousness apparent. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you silently cursed Max for not including something more winter-protectant in your attire. Then again, she might have considered that you would be inside the gymnasium and not lingering outside like you were now.

“You don’t look like a happy camper.”

That voice. You knew that voice from anywhere.

“Aw, really? I thought I was hiding it well.” You turned to face Steve, who leaned on the side of his car. You tried to stop the smile fighting for its spot on your face, but you succumbed when his hand came to tousle his hair.

Steve was glad that the cold winter air masked his reddening cheeks. At least he had an excuse for the flush that overcame him when he saw you smile. His eyes traveled down your body, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by you. He’d never really seen you dressed up before, but you looked so-

“Doesn’t Y/N just look so nice?” Dustin asked, nudging his older friend with his elbow. “Huh, Steve?”

Steve side-eyed Dustin with a look that all but screamed, ‘what are you doing?’ The younger boy’s eyes widened as he not so discreetly gestured to you, watching their interaction with amusement.

“Yeah, of course,” Steve finally said after the non-verbal communication with Dustin. “I mean, she looks really pretty… Not that you don’t always look pretty,” Steve attempted to clarify when he saw the change in your expression. 

Little did he know your face shifted because Dustin had asked if you looked nice, and Steve saying you were pretty was far different.

“T-Thank you,” you smiled bashfully after recovering from your shock. This man will give you a heart attack one of these days. “And you look nice as well. Well, you usually do. You actually have a good fashion sense, like Max - she’s the one who picked this out,” you lifted a piece of your skirt. “And you have nice hair, which adds to it all.”

After your confession, Steve grinned like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. His nose scrunched most endearingly, his head tilting, “You like my hair?”

You mimicked him with a nose scrunch of your own, this time in laughter. “Well, yeah. People don’t call you Steve “the hair” Harrington for no reason, you know?

“Uh, okay,” Dustin interrupted, a slight look of disgust painted on his face as he blinked his eyes, attempting to purge the memory from his brain. “I’m gonna go. You two are gross. Bye.”

“Hender- Anddd, he’s gone,” Steve pursed his lips, and you hid your snicker behind your hand. “Kids these days… What are we going to do with them?”

“I have absolutely no idea.”

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you after Dustin left, the rest of the kids following after him. The parking lot was practically empty, everyone having their fun inside. 

A shiver racked through you, and you remembered the whole reason you were here in the first place - to be inside. But you didn’t want to go inside. At first, you dreaded it because of the dance, but now you didn’t want to leave the little bubble you and Steve were in. As you pondered what to do, something warm surrounded you.

“You look cold,” Steve explained, adjusting the collar of his jacket to fit you properly, which unintentionally brought you closer to him. He did it so coolly that you couldn’t help admiring his boldness. But little did you know his hands were shaking and his heart was beating so hard in his chest, he was so sure you could hear it.

You motioned to give it back to him, pointing out that he would be the cold one. He brushed you off with his hand, “I’m not even cold.” A lie. He was freezing his balls off, but he’d be cold any time to see you looking so cozy in his clothing.

“I’m assuming you dropped Dustin off?” you asked, Steve responded with a nod. “You came with Max?”

“Yeah, her and Eddie. She forced me to come and him to drive,” you smile, prompting one from Steve. “You know how convincing the kids can be. Funny enough, I’ve never actually gone to a dance. That’s a lie, I have, but I’ve never danced at a dance. Is that weird?”

Steve’s brows furrowed in confusion. You had to be kidding, right? No one had ever asked you to dance? Were they idiots? 

The brunet shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. “No, no, that’s definitely not weird. The only weird part is no one had the guts to ask you for a dance. You probably made them nervous with how cute you are.”

You look up at him with widened eyes. All night, he kept surprising you over and over again. You’d always assumed someone like Steve wouldn’t be interested in you more than as a friend, but he was proving you wrong every step of the way.

Time was standing still as you looked into each other’s eyes. Music penetrated the bubble surrounding the two of you, which you recognized as a Journey song.

Two strangers learn to fall in love again

I get the joy of rediscovering you

Steve held a hand out, “Dance with me.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Dance with you?”

Oh, girl, you stand by me

Steve grinned, taking your hand, “Yes, dance with me. It’s not a crime to have a little fun.”

The crazy bastard… you mused, allowing him to bring you closer to him. His hands settled on your waist as yours rested on his shoulders. You never in a million years would have thought you would be slow dancing in the parking lot of a school gymnasium, outside in the cold winter air, with Steve Harrington of all people.

I’m forever yours

As the two of you swayed to the music, dopey smiles plastered on your faces and eyes locked onto each other’s, an unknowing audience had formed.

“They grow up so fast,” Eddie placed a hand on his heart, wiping away an imaginary tear. Dustin nodded somberly, patting his friend’s back, “It’s okay, Eddie. It’s okay.”

“Why are you boys always so dramatic? It’s not like it took a thousand years for them to get together,” Max sighed, annoyed. But even she couldn’t hide the little grin that her master plan had worked. Girls are always right.

#chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋 #chaos.requests 📞 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine

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𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬

requested by @aura-nightingale , hope this is what you had in mind :)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: xavier plympton x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your mom has always had one rule - well, two, if we’re being technical. “no boys, no toys” - but what happens when she unintentionally introduces you to someone who makes you want to abandon those rules?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4032

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i altered the timeline a bit because i'm pretty sure in the show, they get killed on the first night at camp. that would mean xavier and reader wouldn’t really get a chance to interact. hopefully it isn’t confusing

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Summer. It’s your favorite of the seasons and ironically your mother’s least favorite. There’s something about the energy. People are out with their friends and families taking a vacation and- there it is, kissing.

Maybe the heat drives everyone’s hormones into overdrive, or it’s the idea of everyone being half-naked, in some cases, fully naked.

You think it’s funny how quickly she gets irritated, and over the years, you’ve turned it into a game of sorts. Like now, for example, she’s picking up some food for the two of you in town. The sun is out, the wind blowing just right, meaning that people are in a kissing mood.

Across from where you sit, two teenagers are making out, noses bumping against each other, hands traveling under shirts and into shorts. You’re about to turn away, not wanting to invade their privacy longer than you already had when a disgusted scoff comes from behind you.

“Kids these days,” Margaret huffs, face pinched together when you turn to face her. “Where are their manners?”

You try to stifle the giggle that is just begging to escape. You fail, though, when Margaret adjusts her ascot, shaking her head with her ponytail swaying with her.

“It’s not that big of a deal, mom.” You regret your choice of words when she practically breaks her neck to send you a hard, pointed glare. “I mean, what I mean is—” You swallow harshly, stuttering out your attempt at ameliorating the situation. “I just mean it’s not that bad…“

She shakes her head once again, mumbling something about decency, or rather the lack thereof. “Well, come on then. We have to set up for little campers coming soon.”

—

You’re used to summer camps. You’ve been going to them for years now, eventually volunteering as a counselor. Margaret was always wary of letting you do it, especially after what happened to her.

This was why you were even more shocked when she suggested that the two of you reopen Camp Redwood. After all the stories you heard, you were nervous to even come within a two mile radius, but she needed your help, so you sucked it up.

The sun is shining far too brightly for your liking, and the humid air makes your shorts stick to your thighs. You use an old magazine as a makeshift fan when someone comes into the kitchen.

“How’s everything going, sweetie?”

You smile, “Hey, Chef Bertie! It’s going alright. Could be better without the heat.”

“Yeah, it’s a killer. Here’s to hoping it doesn’t get worse.” She takes a drag from her cigarette, fanning the smoke from her face. “You see those new counselors, yet?”

You forgot about that. Not many people were keen on the idea of volunteering to babysit kids in the heat, especially not after hearing the camp’s gruesome history. More of the reason why you are here now.

“Nope. You know how mom is. She doesn’t like me being around new people. At least not until she’s vetted them,” you explain as you help her stock the pantry shelves.

“Yeah, well, they’re something. Brought in a half-dead guy.” Your eyes widen at the information, already wishing that you were back home in the safety of your bedroom. The summer was just beginning, and it was already off to a rocky start.

“She’s giving them the tour now. You should go join, be around kids your own age.”

“You sure? I could stay and help.” You feel bad for leaving her there to deal with everything.

“Go.” She waves you away with her cigarette, “I got this, and if I need help, I’ve got a whole group of fresh new counselors to help me.”

You make your way outside, and thankfully, the trees have provided some protection against the harsh rays. As you get closer to your destination, you become increasingly more nervous. You’re not used to new people, especially not boys, Margaret made sure of that. She was always preaching that sex was humanity’s greatest downfall and how you should remain all good and pure until you were married.

“—sex won.” You hear someone talking and assume it’s one of the counselors. You have no doubt that she was telling them about her celibacy rule, and like most people, including yourself, they disagreed.

You’re about to step into view when you remember that you promised Margaret you would finish loading the rest of the things from the car. She’d give you a long lecture if she knew that you were too busy trying to meet new people to do what she asked.

As you turn, you step on a fallen tree branch, the snapping noise catching Xavier’s attention. He pulls his attention away from the group, looking in your direction, but you’re gone before he can spot you.

He snatches off his sunglasses as if that would somehow make him see better. Nudging Chet with his shoulder, he nods over to where you previously were, “Did you see that?”

“See what, man?”

Xavier looks at him like he’s stupid, which he thinks was true, considering how dense the brunet could be at times. “The girl?”

“Girl? What girl? Was she hot?” Chet’s slew of questions makes Xavier roll his eyes. He’s about to comment when Margaret told them to stop their chit-chatting and pick up the pace.

Before joining the rest of them, he looks back with a mission to find out who you are.

-

The sun starts to set once you’re finally able to sit down. In what seems like an attempt to keep you away from everyone else, your mom kept you busy, giving you task after task.

You’re sitting in the main office, one of those trashy romance books in hand and your shorts rolled up. She’d probably get on to you for that later, but they felt too sticky to have sitting on you all day. You flip through the pages, getting to one of those steamy, sex scenes.

“That’s hot.”

You nearly jump out of your seat. Slamming your book close and holding it to your chest, as if it were protecting you, you face the intruder.

“Ever heard of knocking?”

Xavier smiles sheepishly, toying with his cross earring. “Sorry. I was looking for Margaret.” He squints his eyes over his sunglasses. “And you are?”

“Y/N, Margaret’s daughter.” That nervousness from earlier was creeping back around. She had a rule: no boys, no toys. And being alone with him, whoever he was, was a no go.

“Huh. I didn’t know she had a daughter.” He makes himself comfortable, leaning against the table, arms crossing, showing off the muscles that you pay far too much attention to.

“Well, my dad… She’s my stepmom, but she’s raised me for years so yeah- she’s my mom, but not really my mom and-” You stop when you notice the amused smirk sitting on his face. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“Yeah. But it’s cute, so you get a pass.” He winks at you, and you look away, heat rising to your cheeks. Most of the time you never cared about Margaret’s “no boys, no toys” rule, but now you’re regretting it was ever in place because you didn’t know how to act around him.

Xavier picks up the book you had set down on the table and thumbs through the pages until he finds where you stopped reading. He glances from the book to you to the book then back to you.

“You know, for Margaret being your mom, I’m surprised you’re into something so dirty, babe.”

Before you can die and come back, the door opens, revealing the devil herself. Her curls have fallen some, and her face is flushed but you didn’t know whether it was due to the heat or to the fact that you were alone. In a cabin. With a boy. A boy who had already disgruntled her with his “sex won” comments.

“What’s going on here?” Margaret purses her lips, narrowing her eyes through her glasses. You swallow nervously - not nervous because there was a boy, a very attractive one, standing across you, but because you’d seen Margaret when she got upset, and it wasn’t pretty.

“I was just asking the lovely little Y/N here a question about the camp.” He shrugs, “I was looking for you actually but you were nowhere to be found so I went to the best next thing.”

“It seems like someone has forgotten all about my rules.” You know she’s talking about you, but Xavier doesn’t so he’s quick with a rebuttal.

“Oh, no, ma’am. Of course not. I was just about to head out.” He leans forward to grab his jacket, which you hadn’t even seen him take off.

“If you want your dirty book back, we’re hanging out at the campfire tonight.” He whispers it so quietly, you almost don’t hear him. Your face feels like it’s on fire, and you know you can’t blame that on the heat because it is considerably cool inside.

Xavier nods to Margaret on his way out, and she cuts her eyes at him. He chuckles, tossing a wink your way, which makes you giggle.

The smile wipes off your face once the door closes. Margaret turns to you, lips pursed, giving her the expression of a dried up raisin. “What was that?”

“It was nothing.” You busy yourself with tidying up the table, so you won’t have to look at her. She hums, obviously not convinced.

“Don’t forget. We have a rule. No-”

“No boys, no toys. Got it.”

—

Sneaking out is easier than you’d expected. Margaret was already asleep when you left, and if she had any questions, you could easily say that you were going to the girls’ cabin. What problem could she have with that?

In all honesty, you’re not that concerned with getting the book back. You’re more interested, however, in talking to the blonde, whose name you didn’t know.

As you get closer to the campfire area, you hear laughter and chatter and have the sudden urge to turn back. But you ignore that, thinking, why the hell not? You usually do everything Margaret asks, mostly because your dad always stated that her being your stepmom didn’t mean you weren’t supposed to listen to her.

Dad was gone, and Margaret had gotten unreasonably stricter and protective. Something that you weren’t fond of in the slightest. It’s not like you’re much of a people person, but you like having a choice, and it seemed like she was always taking that away.

“Hey! Over here!” A familiar voice pulls you away from your thoughts, and you realize you’d made it to the campfire. There’s a whole slew of people, but before your shyness can make its appearance, Xavier saunters over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Guys, this is Y/N…” He pauses for dramatic effect, “Margaret’s daughter.”

Montana gasps as if this is the most shocking thing she’s heard in years. “Margaret’s your mom? Does that mean, you know,” her lips form a smirk, “you’ve never…”

The gesture she makes with her hands has you chuckling nervously, feeling as though you should’ve stayed at the cabin. You’re saved thankfully when Xavier cuts in.

“Leave her alone, Tana. Come on, Y/N,” he pulls you over to a log in the circle, “We have some things to discuss.”

“We do?”

“Well, yeah.” Xavier says it like it’s blatantly obvious, and you don’t know whether or not it is or he’s just messing with you. You think it’s a bit of both.

You eventually warm up to the group, which is not easy by any means. Part of Margaret’s protectiveness meant you aren’t used to new people. Especially not an eccentric group like them.

Every few seconds, it seems, someone makes a dirty joke. You just know if Margaret were here, she’d have an absolute fit. Xavier pulls out all the stops - flirting, making sexual innuendos, getting you to laugh.

He’s funny but not purposely trying to be; it’s just how he naturally is. Like now, he’s making a point, or at least attempting to.

“I’m just sayin’, would you really know if you were eating dog shit? Like, if it was seasoned well, and cooked just right, would you know?”

Ray shakes his head, scoffing, “You’re high, dude. I mean, we’re all high, but you’re up there.”

Xavier waves him off, turning to you, “What do you think, babe? Think you’d noticed?”

You shrug, wanting to sink into the ground as all the attention directs to you. “I don’t know. Wouldn’t it melt because of the heat?”

“See. She has common sense. You should learn from her,” Ray says, glad that at least someone isn’t acting stupid.

“I should, shouldn’t I?” Xavier asks the question, but he’s not even looking at Ray anymore, just you. The light from the fire makes his eyes seem a darker blue than they were before, and you shy away from his gaze.

Instead of staring into his eyes like the characters in that trashy romance novel you were reading, you clear your throat, “Can I try that?”

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He laughs, passing you the blunt that was resting in his hand.

—

The next few days go by in a blur, and most of your time is spent with Xavier. Margaret obviously knows something was up. If looks could kill, she’d surely have killed Xavier ten times over. She never says anything though, so neither do you. It’s nice, having your own little secret.

“Wait, so you’re telling me, she’s always been like that?”

You and Xavier are sprawled over your bed. The heat had taken its toll, meaning you’re spending the day inside. The benefit is that it’s cooler, but the con is that you’re at a greater chance of getting caught.

“Yeah, one time, she hosted this sleepover thing with my friends, and she gave a thirty minute talk about the importance of, and I quote, ‘remaining pure and good because the Lord loves you.’”

"Were those the same friends who gave you that dildo?” He wiggles his eyebrows. You laugh at him, putting your pillow over your face in embarrassment.

“I hate that I told you that.”

He removes the pillow from your face, pouting, “Hey, now, I thought we were friends, and friends tell each other everything. Besides, you were pretty high, so you can’t be blamed.”

This is what you liked most about your newfound relationship - the simplicity. There is something so appealing about not having to constantly talk about virtues. Plus, it helps that you’ve developed a little, itty-bitty crush on him, that isn’t that little and is growing every day you spend with him.

“That’s actually where her saying came from,” you explain, sitting up and using the pillow he’d taken from you as a cushion. “They gave it to me as a joke, but I never used it—”

“—Aw, really, would’ve loved to see that.” Xavier cuts in, and you hope that he can’t see how much of an effect he has on you. You laugh nervously, fiddling with the hem of your shorts.

“A-Anyway,” your stutter catches his attention as he throws a wink in your direction, making you shake your head. “I had it hidden under my bed so she wouldn’t find it, but she did. Gosh, she made such a big deal about it. I mean, it’s not like I was doing anything with it.”

“You still have it?” His question sounds part joking, part serious. You’re not sure which one it is.

“No, of course not. She threw it out.” You weren’t upset about it. Your friends were, though, always complaining about how she was too overbearing and needed to loosen up. “Why?”

“Like I said, would’ve loved to see that.” There he goes, again. It’s like he’s in tune to your emotions and knows just the thing to say to turn your face into a sauna.

—

Something weird has been going on at camp these past couple days. Everyone is on edge like they can feel that something bad is going to happen. Little did they know, they were right.

You think it’s just a prank until you see the blood and the knife sticking out of a person’s body. Sure, you’ve watched horror movies, but none of those compare to what is happening right now. You run back to the cabins, hoping to find somewhere to hide.

Not knowing where everyone is makes your heart beat quicker, and not in the good way that Xavier’s made yours. When you finally make it to the girls’ cabin, you breathe a relieved sigh as you shut the door behind you.

You’re looking for a place to hide when you hear a sound. You feel like one of those people in a horror movie when the music starts playing, and the killer is in the room with them. You hear the noise again and deduce it’s coming from your bed. Searching the room for a weapon, you only find a bow and arrow. This’ll have to do.

You creep over to bed, and you can practically hear the daunting music getting louder with each step. A hand grabs hold of your foot, yanking you down.

“HA! Got ya!”

You hit the hard cabin floor with a thud, wincing.

“Wait- Y/N?!”

“Xavier?!”

The two of you stare at each other for a second before you notice the blood on his shirt. He follows your gaze, holding his hands up in defense, “I can explain.”

“Oh, my god. It’s you, you’re the- What the hell, Xavier?!”

“Is this the first time you’ve said ‘hell’?” He seems so serious about the question, which makes you shake your head, considering the situation. “But why are you covered in blood?”

You look at your hands and clothes, realizing how it must seem, “I- I can explain.”

“Just-” he sighs, “Just tell me you’re not secretly some psycho killer. I really don’t want to get killed by the girl I like.”

You blink at him then shut your eyes, wishing that Margaret would have just let you stay home this summer, “What?! No! Are you?!”

“No! Why would you think that?!”

At this moment you realize how silly this whole thing is. You start laughing a bit before remembering that there was a murderer out there, and you should probably be quiet.

Xavier joins in, making you wonder if the weed you’d both smoked earlier today has anything to do with it. You continuously surprise  both yourself and him with how comfortable you’ve become.

“Okay, okay,” He sucks in a breath to calm himself. “We’ve got to find everyone else and get the hell out of here.”

You’d swap the bow and arrow for his flashlight and a wooden bat you see laying around. The camp is eerily quiet. The two of you stumble upon more dead bodies, mostly of people you’ve never seen before.

“Let’s split up,” Xavier’s suggestion has your eyebrows raising, and due to your very obvious confusion, he’s quick to explain. “Look, as much as I wanna leave this crazy camp behind - I don’t know, it might be a little dickish to leave all our friends. Besides, even though I’m not Margaret’s biggest fan, she is your mom… or your step-mom. Whatever she is, I’m sure you don’t want to leave her.”

He’s right, and your dad would probably roll in his grave if he knew that you left Margaret in the hands of two psychopaths.

You sigh, “Fine, but just- don’t die on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” With that Xavier heads back towards the cabins, and you head to Margaret’s, which is closer to the entrance. You’re about to step inside when you hear someone talking. It’s Margaret.

“Oh, Benji…” Who is that? “You always said you’d protect me, and you did. That’s why it was so easy to blame you.”

Your curiosity gets the best of you, and instead of going in, you stay at the door, thankful it was open.

“That night…” she pauses, walking over to the man sitting on the couch. That much you can see as you peek around the corner. “When I murdered those kids who always made fun of us, I knew that you would protect me.”

What the fuck…

Your quiet gasp is clearly heard when Margaret turns around, eyebrows pinched together when she tuts at you. “Now, Y/N, you’re just breaking all kinds of rules lately, aren’t you?”

She quickly crosses the distance between you, dragging you over to the couch, where a man you could swear looked exactly like Mr. Jingles was sitting next to you.

“I love you. You know that, but I learned that sometimes you have to let go of things…” She smiles at you, and in the light, it appears a thousand times creepier than it should, “or people that you love.”

“I mean, look at poor Benji over here.” You dare to sneak a glance at him and realize there is a giant knife protruding from his chest. “And, let’s not forget about your dad. Gosh, did I love him, but he, too, had to go. Just like you.”

Before you can even wrap your head around the fact that she not only admitted to being the actual murderer of the massacre, but killing your dad, someone comes bursting through the door.

“Hey, babe, I found them. Did you-” Xavier pauses when he notices the gun in Margaret’s hand. When she even grabbed that, you don’t know. You’re still reeling from all this new information.

“You!” Margaret stalks towards him, “You’re the one that corrupted my little girl. If she hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have to kill the both of you right now.”

You remember the bat in your hand. “Hey, Mom…”

She flips around, looking particularly annoyed as if you’re ruining her oh, so important villain speech. “Wait your turn-”

You don’t let her finish before raising your bat, testing the weight in your hands, and whacking her in the head with it. “That’s for dad.” You hit her again, not satisfied, “That’s for being a crazy bitch. And this,” you pant, swinging your bat again, “is for trying to kill me.”

A slow clap pulls you from your rage, and you see Xavier still standing by the door, a smile tugging at his lips, “Wow. That was hot.”

You glance down at her lifeless body, and the shock sets in. Dropping the bat, you raise a hand to your mouth, eyes widening, “I just killed her. I just freaking killed someone.”

“I say she deserved it.” You definitely agree but who would’ve thought you’d end up here. You sure didn’t.

Xavier walks over to you, stepping over Margaret’s body. “Now, what do you say we hit the road and never look back?”

—

Even though the both of you are covered in blood that isn’t yours, you and Xavier can’t stop laughing. After everything that happened just hours before, you would think you would be scared out of your minds, which you are, but there is something extremely cathartic about surviving not one, but two killers and making it to the next day.

Plus, it helps that the weather is just right. The sun shines, not a wispy cloud in the sky. It’s a perfect time for kissing, and Xavier seems to think so too.

He leans over, pressing his lips against yours, and you pray to whatever and whoever is out there that he can’t feel the literal heat projecting from your face.

Your chaste kiss is cut even shorter when a series of groans come from the back. You and Xavier pull away laughing when Chet follows up with an, “I know you guys probably want to fuck right now or some shit, but can we go? Like now?”

Xavier taps his fingers on the steering when the engine roars to life. “Oh, yeah, baby!”

You rest your head against your seat, looking over at him with a grin, “So, where we headed?”

“Wherever you wanna go, babe.”

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